Paring: S/X with a side of W/G
Summary: Xander is drifting, looking for a purpose in life.
One that finally comes clear when he spots a certain
hairdresser by the name of Mr. William. Xander
immediately begins planning and plotting to win over
this scrumptious man. Of course nothing worth having
ever comes easily.
Genre: Comedy, romance. HAU
Warnings: The usual bad language as well as graphic m/m sexual
activities. Also warned of hints of poultry perversions.
Disclaimer: I Own or have claim on none of the characters or products
used and named in this story and no profit is made.
Feedback: Much appreciated. It encourages me to continue.
Xander sat up in bed, smiling when Spike reentered the room.
"No cookies, huh? 'so.k. maybe we can go out for a donut later.
What took you so long? I was beginning to think I was going
to have to send the dogs out for you. You know, one of those
St. Bernards with the whisky flask strapped around it's neck."
Xander flipped the corner of the covers back and patted the bed for
Spike to lay back down with him.
Spike sat down on the offered side of the bed and tried for a weak
chuckle at the joke as he hoped to explain.
"Look, Love, something's come up. Something I'm going to have to
deal with and I'm not sure how long this going to take."
Xander flopped back down and tugged the blanket back up to his chin
with a yawn.
"That's all right. I'll just cat nap till you get back. If you hurry I might be
able to find a donut hole for us to share."
This time Spike didn't try to laugh. He was becoming so overwhelmed
and distracted that it was impossible to find any humor.
The only thing he was certain of is that he wished he had never left his
bed in the first place. He should have NOT answered the door.
"No, Xander. What I mean is that I need for you to go on home.
I'll call you later as soon as I get this sorted out. I promise."
Xander's chest felt like an elephant had just stepped on it.
It was a weight so crushing it hurt into his back.
He was being sent away. He was being thrown out.
Xander jumped out of bed totally unconcerned with his nudity or
his still half hard erection left over from his previous fantasies.
He refused to believe last night meant nothing. That he was one of
those anonymous fucks Spike had been talking about.
"That's it? Wham bam thank you Xan? I thought..... I thought....
Well I sure didn't think this."
Xander's breaths were coming fast and shallow. His brain scrambled
for something to say to make this right. Finally coming up with all
"Please, Spike don't do this. I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong.
Please don't send me away."
As horrible as the boy's pleading made Spike feel, it was more than he
could handle at the moment. It was the last straw in a whole box of straws
that were now raining down on Spike's head and threatening to crush him.
"Stop it. Xander, stop it. Look, I said I would call you. I just can't deal
with this right now. I need some space. Some time to straighten out the
mess I have down stairs and I can't do that with you waiting up here for me
to finish. Go home. I'll talk to you later."
Xander hung his head, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I can't. You brought me here on your bike. I don't have a way home."
Spike jerked open the bedroom door and hollered toward the room
next door as he headed back down stairs.
"Wes, I need you to drop Xander at home on your way to work.
He'll be ready in five minutes."
Sometimes in life, pride is a very important emotion. Xander found that this
was not one of those times and let the tears fall freely as he stood, still
naked by the side of the bed. He never bothered to look up and certainly
felt no embarrassment of his nudity when Wes and Charles rushed in to
At the sight of the despondent young man, Charles put his arm around
"What happened? I thought you two were getting on so well. You sure
seemed happy last night. Several happies from what we could hear."
Wes swatted his boyfriend and shook his head at Charles lack of tact
Xander sniffled and wiped his eyes and looked imploringly.
"I don't know. Everything was fine then someone came. He went down
to answer the door and when he came back it was all over. What did
I do? What happened?"
Neither man had an answer. Wes had known Spike for a long time and
couldn't imagine who could be down there that would cause this reaction.
There was no one that could upset Spike. No one but.........
Wes's face reflected the shock and disbelief he was feeling in the pit of
"Get dressed Xander. Get dressed and get down there. You act like you
belong here and don't you dare give up that easily, do you hear me?"
Confusion and a tiny spark of hope swam in Xander's eyes as he tried
to find answers and understanding in what Wes was telling him.
"I can't. My clothes are downstairs. I can't go down there naked.
Besides Spike said he wanted me to leave."
Wes rushed to his room and returned with a pair of black silk boxers which
he tossed and Xander caught with one hand.
"Put those on. Go wash your face and march down there like you own the world.
Make a point of the fact that your clothes are all over the floor and even drop
a hint or two as to why. Don't you dare go gently into that good night Xander.
You fight for what you want."
Xander glanced at the bright morning light and decided to let the reference
sail neatly over his head as most literary references did. The one thing he
clearly understood was "fight for what you want" That, he could do.
Tugging on the boxers, Xander took a last sniffle and headed for the bathroom
stopping at the last minute.
"Thank's Wes. You're the best."
After he was gone, Charles scooped his lover up in his arms and hugged him
"He's right. You are the best. I know how hard that was for you and I'm
proud of you. You know I love you, don't you?"
Wes smiled. He knew, but this was the first time Charles had actually said
it and it felt surprisingly right. He threw his arms around his boyfriend's
neck and gave him a kiss that said all he couldn't. Gunn's heart warmed.
His body could hear what Wes wasn't quite ready to say.
Xander washed his face and finger combed his hair. Taking a deep breath
he straightened his shoulders and marched down the stairs.
Spike was sitting in his wing back chair deep in conversation with a
scruffy looking man who was lounging on the sofa like he lived here.
Xander hated being at the disadvantage and wished he knew who the
man was and why he was here. From the look on Spike's face it was
not good news.
"Good morning. Sorry to interrupt but as you can see my jeans never made
it upstairs when I went to bed last night." Xander tried capping the introduction
with a laugh but came out more sounding like someone was strangling a cat.
He casually reached down to the far side of the couch and snagged his britches
from off the floor. He then slowly proceeded to tug them up, not bothering
to turn around as he zipped them.
Spike had been so engrossed in the discussion he never heard Xander come
down. When he had spoken, Spike leaped to his feet, his heart pounding.
He was not sure why, but he did NOT want Angel knowing about Xander.
At least till he knew where this thing with Xander was going.
"Oh, Xan, I thought you were leaving. Um, Xan this is Angel. Angel is an
old friend. We just have some unfinished business we are trying to hash out.
I guess I forgot about your jeans. Is Wes ready to go?"
Spike searched the area frantically hoping to make his tardy roommate
appear, collect the young man and leave as quickly as possible."
Xander was not discouraged. He had no intention of walking away that
"No, I'm not in any hurry. I think if you don't mind I'll just hang out here for a while.
I'm still a bit knackered after last night, if you know what I mean." Wink. Wink.
Angel sat back, smiled and threw his arm over the back of the couch.
"No problem. Your choice. Stay or go."
And then in a move so subtle only Xander caught it, Angel patted his
pants pocket and winked.
Xander's hand immediately went to his own, now empty pocket, and