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Not Just For Christmas	By : pixel2817 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 4381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gunn was looking very nervously at the other parcel, then he narrowed his eyes and glared back at Xander. “Cordelia told you to buy this for us?”

“Yep, not really in the habit of giving gifts like that to people I don’t know, but she just nagged and nagged until I agreed to get it.”

Wes approached Xander cautiously; the look in his eye saying that he thought Xander was just a little bit crazy. “Xander, you do know that Cordelia died last month?”

“Noooo…Really! And there was me thinking that the floaty, incorporeal thing was just one of those extreme LA diets. ‘Sides being dead has never been enough to keep any of the Scoobies quiet for long.”

“Are you saying she’s haunting you?”

“No, wouldn’t say that exactly, she’s just hanging around.”

Wes was really starting to sound interested now, “Does she appear often? Is there some kind of pattern to her appearances?”

“No she pretty much just shows up whenever she gets bored.”

“My god, this is wonderful, we’re going to have to study this, I wonder if any one else will be able to see her or if it’s just you she’s appearing to?”

Before Xander could tell Wes that neither he nor Cordy would be co-operating with any kind of tests, Gunn spoke up, “So Cordelia seemed to think we should have this?”

Xander decided to put them both out of their misery, “You know she could hear you, when she was in the coma; you both came to talk to her and she heard every word. She said that you were both pretty much saying the same thing, but she kind of despaired of you ever actually telling each other and so she decided you needed a little nudge.”

“So you can interact with her, I wonder if she’s been sent back for some purpose.” Wes seemed to have forgotten the present altogether as he got caught up in the mystery of Cordelia’s re-appearance.

“It doesn’t matter.” Gunn took Wesley’s arm and tried to steer him towards the door.

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Do you have any idea how important this could…..” Wes’ voice trailed off as Gunn pulled him round to face him and gently touched the side of his face.

“English we can worry about that tomorrow, right now we’re gonna go somewhere with a few less people and open our other present.”

“Other present?” Wes blushed as he remembered Xander’s warning, but when he took a good look at Gunn’s eyes, he decided to take a chance, “Charles, are you sure?”

“Oh yeah English, I’m damn sure, just been waiting for you to finally wake up and take notice. Trust Cordy to find a way to give us both a swift kick.”

“Cordy….right Xander we really must talk about that tomorrow.” He looked in Gunn’s eyes again and finished off, “Late tomorrow, maybe after dinner.”

Spike and Xander started giggling again as Gunn practically dragged Wes out the door before he could say anything else.

“So the prom Queen’s turned matchmaker on us has she?” Spike asked as he grabbed another bottle of Angel’s scotch, before settling back down, this time resting between Xander’s legs and leaning back against his chest.

“You don’t know the half of it. She’s teamed up with Anya, I never know when the pair of them are going to show.”

Spike twisted round to give Xander a sympathetic look and then handed him the bottle, “Jeez pet, wot the hell did you ever do to deserve that? I mean I loved the birds ‘n’ all but I can’t imagine having them pop in all the ruddy time.”

“They seem to think I need looking after, I don’t mind them popping up in the daytime so much, it’s the night visits that make me want to track down an exorcist.”

“You don’t mean they…..”

“Show up every time I’ve got a girl in my room. Oh yeah they do that. And then they start fucking critiquing every little thing.”

“Not like you’ve got much to worry about in that department pet, seem to remember Anya used to bang on about how good you were.”

“Oh it’s not me they talk about, it’s the girls.” Xander slips into a fake falsetto voice, “Would you look at that cellulite…..My god, who wears clothes like that any more?……Do you think you’re fooling anyone with those breasts, I’ve seen better implants on a shop mannequin.”

“Fucking hell, you’re never going be able to sleep with another woman.”

“I think that’s the point they’ve been trying to make, looks like I’m going to be stuck with men from now on.”

“Not exactly new territory for you though is it?”

“Hey I’m allowed to mourn a little here, my potential dating pool just got sliced in half.”

“Just so long as you try to stick to human, that’d be a start.” When Xander didn’t bother to respond to such an obvious dig, he turned round to see what had the mortal distracted, only to see him giving Lindsey the once over then, obviously liking what he could see, the second, third and fourths over. THWACK Spike hit Xander in the back of the head, “Oh hell no. You aren’t getting involved with that one.”

Xander shot Spike a baleful look, “Not like I was thinking of proposing Spike, and he looks like he gives good snark.”

“Those girls of yours really fucked with your head, you know that Harris? Foreplay does not have to consist of a bleeding argument every time.”

“Well it doesn’t have to, but it’s a lot of fun.”

“Twisted that’s what you are?”

“That’s a laugh, coming from you.”

“Hey, vampire here, I’m supposed to be twisted. It’s in the job description. You on the other hand need to start finding a better class of date.”

“Like I said, I was looking for a playmate not a life time commitment, and look at him; pretty, snarky and ever so slightly evil, even you’d have to admit that’s exactly my type.” With that Xander went right back to staring at Lindsey; only to have Spike whack him in the back of the head again.

“What part of NO don’t you understand?”

“The part where this is any of your business. And what’s with all the head-smacking. Have you been watching NCIS or something? ‘Cos I got to tell you; the Gibbs method does not work on Xanders.”

“You know what they say about people who talk about themselves in the third person?”

“That they’re really not drunk enough.” Xander stole the bottle again and went back to his Lindsey staring.
Deciding that he needed to try a different tack, Spike gave Lindsey the once over himself. “You know he’s really more my type anyway.”

“Oh no way Spike, if I don’t get to sleep with him, why should you?”

“Well he’s not likely to corrupt me is he pet? You on the other hand are too much of a white hat to go down his path.”

“By that logic, I should be the one that gets him, I mean with your history; you’re far more easily corruptible than I am. So I’d be far safer than you.”

A loud cough drew both their glares in Lindsey’s direction. “Not meaning to interrupt or anything, but don’t I get a say in this?”

“Now then love, you really saying you’d turn either of us down?” Spike’s voice was pure silk and he was suddenly sounding a lot more sober.

Lindsey was the one staring now, giving both beautiful bodies a long, hard look. “Not saying I’d turn anyone down. Just that a fella likes to be asked.”

“Is that a fact love?” Spike was on his feet and across the room in a shot, looming over Lindsey; who sat frozen in his chair. “And there was me thinking you was the type that liked to be told, not asked. Bet you’d do just about anything I said, wouldn’t you?”

Lindsey swallowed hard and Xander didn’t need any preternatural vampire senses to see how turned on the lawyer was by Spike’s little dominance display. Well fuck, it looked like he’d lost out there.

Leaving Spike and Lindsey to it, he went in search of another bottle. Stopping in front of Angel, he waved a glass in front of his face and offered him a drink. “Deadboy, you still with us, you’ve been awful quiet, you seriously have to stop this brooding of yours, if you ever want to enjoy life a little.”

Angel wasn’t brooding, not really. It was just that he was disappointed, Xander’s bag of presents was obviously empty, which meant Cordy hadn’t sent anything for him. He was happy for Gunn and Wes, and contrary to popular opinion, wasn’t all that bothered about the fact Buffy had moved on. He’d been in love with the idea of her, the purity of her youth, whereas he wasn’t even sure he liked the woman she’d grown into.

Bits of the conversation he’d been listening to, seemed to be on repeat in his mind. Xander had been disappointed that Angel hadn’t argued with him…….Xander apparently equated arguing with foreplay……Xander slept with men…… Xander wanted to argue with Angel…….Therefore Xander wanted to sleep with Angel.

He ruthlessly shut down the part of his brain that was telling him that he needed to think this through; and decided, that for once, he was going to just do exactly what he wanted and damn the consequences. He focused on Xander standing in front of him, barely registering the fact that the young man was still talking. Angel just reached out and wrapped his arms around Xander’s body, leaned in and pressed their lips together.
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