Chapters: Chapter 8/?
Summary: Spike is the co-owner of a well-known casino known as The Grand Aurelius. Xander is an upcoming professional poker player who is climbing up the leader board. After becoming an infamous and top professional poker player, Spike never played poker again and refused all challengers that was thrown his way; that is until Xander catches more than his eye. HAU
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A/n: Ah everyone, sorry this took so long to come. I had wanted to make sure I got a story going before I post these few chapters and yes, Chapter 9 will come out right after I post this; because that's where the date is. This? You'll see.
It had been a week since Xander came back from Vegas and between playing poker, eating Oz’s mum blueberry pie and working odd jobs during the day, Xander had found himself putting his time in Vegas as part of his fond memories. That was why he was surprised to find the door to his apartment knocking at ten in the morning and opened it grouchily to complain but was stopped short at the sight of the man in front of him.
“W-what..whatareyoudoinghere?” Xander squeaked.
It was Spike. Spike wearing a pair of jeans and a black shirt standing in front of the door with a bouquet of flowers-Spike.
“Pet, don’t tell me you have forgotten our date,” Spike said smiling at him appearing offended.
Xander was speechless. It was not that he had forgotten, it was just that after a week he had thought Spike meant it as a joke and had forgotten about him.
“A-ah, no. Just that…” he trailed off at Spike’s frown.
“I’m a man of my word Xander,” Spike said.
“Xander, who’s that?” Oz voice came from his bedroom. Xander saw Spike’s eye narrowed.
“It’s Spike. It’s alright,” Xander shouted back.
“Oh ok,” Oz said but it was muffled and Xander knew that it didn’t really register in his friend’s mind.
“You’re having someone else now?” Spike asked suddenly expressionless and Xander shivered when every trace of his smile was gone.
“Huh? No, Oz has always been living with me ever since we moved out. Not having someone else,” he said confused.
“Is he your boyfriend then?” and Xander could have sworn it was a snarl.
“Yeah of course. I mean we have been best friends since we were five,” Xander said and was surprised when Spike suddenly laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Xander huffed.
“Nothing, just that. Ah, guess we understood each other wrongly,” Spike paused then said, “are you going to invite me in pet, or do I have to walk away as a rejected date?”
“Oh sorry!” Xander apologized flustered. “Come on in. Ah, the house is a little messy.”
“Can tell pet,” Spike chuckled looking around. “Flowers for you by the way. Now don’t let it wither and die, take good care of it.”
“I sure will,” Xander said earnestly, bewildered at the bouquet of flowers thrust in his face. He carefully took the flowers into the kitchen to grab a flowerpot before returning to the main living room.
“So, you free tonight?” Spike asked casually as Xander rearranged the flowers.
Xander unconsciously nodded his head. “How about we have dinner tonight then? Followed by a movie.”
That caught Xander’s attention who looked up at Spike from his flowers. “You’re serious aren’t you about the date?” he asked unsure.
Spike rolled his eyes. “I had to beg the poof to allow me a week off so that I can woo you to become my lover. Of course I’m serious about the date,” and had to laugh at Xander’s shocked expression.
“You really thought this was a joke did you?” Spike asked softly and crossed the room towards the bewildered boy when he realized that Xander still could not believe he was there. Xander nodded.
“Well, I guess we have to start somewhere to prove it isn’t a joke. How about we start with a kiss?” Spike asked gripping the stunned man before he could move and placed a small tentative kiss on his lips.
The kiss was chaste, but Xander found Spike’s lips were surprisingly soft. Not what he would have expected, especially since all he remembered about kisses were hard and bruised.
“Well then see you tonight at six? Made reservations at the Archiros,” Spike whispered still barely inches from his lips and Xander shivered as hot air hit his.
He could only nod dumbly in reply.
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“Oz! Damn it Oz! Wake up!” Xander said shaking Oz violently trying his hardest to rob Oz out of his bed.
“What?” was the groggy reply. Oz sat up and rubbed his eyes. He caught sight of Xander looking panicky and immediately sat right up.
“What? What happened? You okay?” he asked.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m freaking out Oz. Spike just came here and offered me to go out on a date and I said ‘yes.’ Okay I didn’t really say yes but I did nod my head in reply and his bringing me to Archiros and I need a suit or anything like now!” Xander babbled.
“What, Spike came here to LA?” Oz asked disbelievingly.
“Yes! I know, I can’t believe it either. But damn it now I have no idea what to wear! Shit, Oz help me!” Xander practically shouted.
“Calm down dude. Look, Archivos is nothing fancy. You don’t need a suit. Regular jeans and shirt will do,” Oz told him getting out of bed.
“Jeans and shirt? Jeans and shirt?” Xander screeched. Oz winced, Xander was definitely freaking out.
He was glad though, that Xander was finally going on a date. It had been so long since his first failed relationship and since then, Xander had completely stopped dating. Stopped seeing people, turned blind to all the flirtatious remarks thrown towards him and rejected politely when someone offered to bring him out on a date while being surprised at the same time.
He had watched Xander’s miserable presence in not having a lover that could take care of him that it saddened himself and prevented him from seeing anybody. Willow, Willow was different though, he couldn’t resist her and although some part of him felt guilty that he may not be able to take of Xander the same way before, he was happy to have met the red-haired. And now, Xander was going on a date-with Spike.
Oz whirled around from where he was walking towards the toilet and look to find Xander. “Spike?”
“Yeah, Spike. You know the bleached blond we met at the casino in Las Vegas?” Xander explained as though he was a five-year-old child.
“You’re kidding,” Oz said and immediately regretted his words.
“I know I can’t believe it either! I mean seriously, what a guy like him would want to do with a guy like me?” Xander moaned. Oz could have slapped himself.
“Look Xan, his a man of his word so you should believe when he’s already here bringing you out on a date. What time is he coming?” Oz backtracked.
“Six, and how you know his a man of his word?” Xander asked suspiciously.
Oz paused, then shrugged. “He looked those type.”
“Serious? So I supposed he was going to keep his word when he said that he was going to try to woo me in a week,” Xander muttered.
“What? Woo who in a week?” Oz exclaimed, stunned.
“Me, in a week,” Xander said louder this time patting on his chest for emphasis.
Oz shook his head. “Ask him to the house tonight,” he told Xander.
Time for the talk he had plan with his mother since they graduated from high school. The talk that stated that if anybody Xander had come to care for got hurt by them, they would be fried into pieces.