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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
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Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X HAU
Rating: Adult
Warning: Contains very adult content. Strong language
and sexual activity of the m/m nature.
Disclaimer: I tried to buy them but they apparently
aren't for sale so I own none of the products or characters
named in this story and make no money from it.

Summary: Kindergarten teacher Xander meets porn star Spike.

Additional notes: Along with the wonderful banner, a big thanks
to the brilliant Petxnd who encouraged me and offered plot
suggestions.






Xander skipped.
He whistled and glided.
He smoothly moved about his kitchen, making toast, coffee and silly,
giggly sounds. It was the best Sunday morning he had had in.....ever.

He had spent the entire afternoon and early evening in Will's bed.
They had sucked and fucked in positions he hadn't even known
were physically possible. They had kissed and snuggled and,
the most amazing part, talked.

They talked about their pasts, presents and hopes for the future.
Well, at least Xander did. When he gave it some deep thought, he
realized Will hadn't said much about himself at all, but Xander didn't
care. He knew all he needed to know. He knew that Will was the
most wonderful man he had ever met.

He was open, honest, fair minded, compassionate, and unbelievably
uninhibited when it came to all things groiny. The only thing that
did slightly concern him was the fact that Will seemed experienced.
VERY experienced.

And Xander knew he was in danger of falling in love.

He was still somewhat stumped as to Will's relationship with Scotty
and the boy's mother, but Xander was willing to accept that Will liked
the child, was concerned about his mother's problems and was just a
very good friend and neighbor.

Around 9 last night, after a late supper and a lingering good night
kiss, Xander had reluctantly gone home, bone tired, dick drained
and thoroughly spent. It had been the best day of his life.

With a cup of coffee, Xander wandered into his small study and
sat at his desk. He still had a lot to do before the Thanksgiving
program on Wednesday evening and he needed to get his brain
out of the clouds. He had final rehearsals, cardboard set to finish
and the program to type up.

He knew Will would be tickled when he saw his name listed
as 'Directed By' on the handout. It was going to be a memorable
afternoon.


"Are you a good man or a bad man?"

Angel stood with his hands on his hips. He had finally decided to
come over and confront Spike about his infidelities with this Zorro
guy. He had made up his mind and would demand answers.

He got as far as the third floor, where the elevator stopped and
the door slid open. Angel now faced off with a small boy who
held the door with a pudgy hand and a squinted suspicious
expression on his stern little face.

"WHAT?"
"I ax if you was a good man or a bad man cause Uncle Will says I
shouldn't get on the elevator wif somebody I don't know."

Angel's face suddenly softened and he smiled sweetly.
"Uncle Will? Will Stanford? Well, that's a coincidence. Will is
a very good friend of mine. In fact that's where I'm going now.
Come on, get in. We can ride up together.... and talk."

Scotty didn't like the strange man in the elevator. He had too many
teeth in his mouth when he smiled, but, he decided, if he knew Uncle Will
it must be all right. Reluctantly, he stepped in and the door slid shut.

"So, young man, you must know all of Uncle Will's friends."

Scotty shrugged his little shoulders.
"I don't know you."

Angel gritted his teeth and chuckled. Truth be told, Angel couldn't stand kids.
"Well, you do now. My name is Angel."

Scotty looked the man up and down.
"You don't look like no angel. I seen pictures of them in Sunday school
and they is fat little naked babies. They gots little pee pees but I
ain't supposed to look at them. You got a little pee pee?"

Angel took a step back, horrified.
"Hell no! Wait, look, it's just a nick name, o.k? Geesh, you are a pain
in the ass, you know that?"

Scotty nodded happily. He knew.
Angel took a deep breath and tried again.
"So, besides me, who are some of Will's other friends? New friends.
People you haven't seen before maybe."

"Uncle Will ain't got no friends I don't know. Sept you."

"BUT YOU KNOW ME NOW!"

Angel wanted to scream. He wanted to grab fistfuls of hair and
rip it painfully from his scalp.
Quickly, forcing himself to calm down, he patted Scotty on the back,
causing the boy to maneuver to the other side of the small space.

"O.k., let's try this again. Do you know who was Uncle Will with yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well who the fuck was he with?!?"
"That was a bad word. Your mom should wash your mouth out with
soap."
Scotty's little arms crossed over his chest and he frowned.

A violent shudder wracked Angel's body as he struggled to maintain
his self control, his voice was strained and tense.

"So, who was Uncle Will with yesterday?"
"Me"
"WHO ELSE!"
"My teacher. He helped us wif our Thanksgiving play. I'm a Indin.
You wanna hear me say my Indin stuff? 'How! Me chief of tribe.
Me give you turkey and corn.' Thats what I say cause that's my part
in the play. You wanna hear me say it again?"

Angel's brain had discarded what he considered the bullshit part of that
answer and lint picked the fuzzy of information that could possibly be
what he was looking for.

"Your teacher? You mean Zeppo?"
"Who? No my teacher is Mr. Harris. His real name is Xander. I
know cause I heard one of the other teacher's call him that one time,
but he don't use his real name cause he likes us to call him Mr. Harris.
I think he is the best teacher in the world and Uncle Will likes him too."

Angel's eyes lit up like Christmas. Xander Harris. School teacher.
It was perfect. It was all the information he needed to find the little
prick and show him just who the fuck he was messing with.

Finally, the elevator reached Will's floor and the door slid open.
Scotty stepped out and looked back.
"This is Uncle Will's floor. Ain't you getting out?"

Angel smiled pleasantly and pushed the 'down' button.
"No, I think I changed my mind. I will come for a visit another time."

Scotty scratched his head in confusion as the doors slid shut.
He then turned and ran toward Will's door laughing. He liked to
play with grownups when they got mad. It was funny to see their
faces get all red and puffy. Angel got VERY puffy.
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