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The second time around	By : LillianLuthor Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 3202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter IV

"Spike, what the hell are you doing? You should have had those translated an hour ago... I could have done it myself, or have Wesley do it, but you insisted on doing it" Angel�s annoying complaints interrupt me as I replay the events of the night in my head while I positively ignore the book in front of me

"You don�t know the Tsaot dialect Angel... and Wesley sucks at it, he keeps mistaking words..." I reply in a similarly annoyed tone "I�ll have it done by tomorrow, leave me alone"

"Tomorrow? Spike! You should have that other prophesy translated by tomorrow!" he insists. Won�t these people let a guy be lightheaded because of love for a minute? Did I just say love?

"I told you Angel, that prophesy is crap... demon equivalent of horror tales around a campfire. Human with the power, ruling the world... get over it" Get over yourself.

"I didn�t ask you for a personal intake, I asked you for a translation! What the hell is wrong with you? You�ve been going out every night since you got here, not helping at all, and now you�re moody too?"

"I�m not moody! Bloody hell, I�ll finish this in the time it takes you to do your hair. As for that stupid whim of yours, I suck at Akkadian! There! So just leave me alone and get someone else to do it!" I all but shout

I�m all set to get an equally aggressive response, and I can see he�s absolutely up to meet my expectations, when suddenly Cordelia comes into the room and hits the back of my head with the tome I had been not translating for the last couple of hours.

"Phone for you, Spike. Some Gavin guy, wouldn�t say what he wanted but insisted on talking to you..."

I don�t even wait for her to finish her sentence as I rush towards the front desk phone, hoping they will stay in the other room and let me take this call in peace.

After a whole night of mind-blowing sex and cuddling in-between shags, I woke up in the morning to an empty apartment a n a note in the refrigerator;

"Gone to work. Call you later"

I�ve been, okay, moody during the whole bloody day, wondering what the hell did that note exactly mean and what ever is going to happen now. I know, I sound pathetic. But seriously, my mind is racing and my heart is stuck at my throat as I approach the phone. What now? Are we still friends? Are we more? Are we through? Hell if I�m going to let it show, though;

"Hey... what�s up" I say casually, after a few calming breaths to perfect the I�m-really-cool-thank-you tone

ike> he says cheerfully, which is probably good

"Yeah, I figured... was planning to pick it up later" I say nonchalantly, although careful not to sound hostile either

"Adam�s paying? Adam doesn�t pay for the things he consumes" I say in disbelief

he chuckles good-naturedly

"Yeah. I�ll wait outside" I agree, keeping my perfectly cool tone, although by now I�m pretty sure I won�t know where we stand until tonight, and that just makes me nervous in a silly, potentially embarrassing way

Did he just call me baby? The reply is stuck in my throat, and by the time I manage a weak eticetic �Bye� the call is already over. Okay, what was that? Baby is good, right? How the hell should I know! Nobody has called me baby, well, ever! But it is supposedly good, right? I don�t know, you fool! What do you want it to be? I don�t know!

"What the hell was that about?" Angel�s voice interrupts me in my debate with myself "You�re not dealing drugs, are you?"

"What? All that hair gel has finally reached your brain!" I come back, angry but somewhat relieved to have someone to throw the frustration of my uncertainty at "I was... it�s just..."

"I really don�t care, Spike" he cuts me off before I start seriously babbling "Just make sure it isn�t illegal, and translate those before you leave with your new friends" he says as he throws the books in front of me, and storms off.

Only then I notice that I�m still holding the receiver of the phone, not quite against my ear but still stupidly close to my face. It is also then when I realize Cordelia is also in the room, standing at the doorway and staring at me in an inquisitive manner.

"Got anything original to add?" I ask her as I put the receiver back in the cradle and let myself fall on the chair

"I could say �that is my chair�" she says in an unexpectedly pleasant voice as she strolls towards the desk "But I kind of outgrew the childish quarrels, unlike you and Angel"

"Yeah, well..." I agree, we were childish "What crawled up his ass and died?"

"Obviously not you" she chuckles

"Excuse me?" I snap, sounding positively girly-like and blushing instantly at the realization

"I really don�t like to think about my boss in this way, and he�s all tall and dark and manly..." she starts babbling uncomfortably, but immediately recovers "Seriously, am I the only one here noticing Angel acting like a jealous girlfriend?"

"Get a grip, Chase" I hiss, trying to warn her not to go there; like that ever helps with Cordelia...

"All I�m saying is, he�s all but pissing around you to mark his territory... and I�m the one who has to put up with him when you�re gone" she says sincerely, sitting on the corner of the desk "He was just like that when you started, whatever you two did, with Faith. But then he saw you two together, saw how well you fit together, and eventually accepted it"

"Your point?" I ask in my trademark bad-ass tone, although I�m not really mad and definitely very curious, but can�t let it show, can I?

"He�s jealous of your new friends, okay?" she says, pausing until I nod for her to continue "But most of all, he�s jealous because he knows there is someone in that group of people that is more than just a friend. Now, he thinks it�s some girl, but I�m guessing it�s this Gavin guy..."

"Yeah, it�s Gavin" I sigh in resignation, wondering how in hell she can tell "How can you tell?"

"I�m a woman, Spike. I can tell" she smiles warmly "The minute I mentioned his name, back there, your eyes brightened up like a Christmas tree and you all but ran to the phone. Not that office�s phone, this phone; away from us"

"When exactly did you get all motherly on me?" I chuckle, although honestly I�m just trying to conceal the fact that the subject is quickly making me uncomfortable

"The minute you got all teenage-in-love and Angel got all grumpy-old-creep" she answers with a smile, but immediately goes serious again "Spike, I may not be a vampire, but this whole situation is just screaming �sire prerogatives conflict�. Like it happened with Faith, it will probably just go away if you introduce him, us, to this Gavin, and let him see that you�re okay and that you respect his place in your life, un-life, by presenting your partner to him. If you don�t, I�m afraid he�ll just keep giving you tons of work to try and keep you from going out, and he�ll keep on trying to convince himself that you�re doing something wrong, something evil... something he can fight"

"When exactly did you get so wise, beauty queen?" I smile as I stand up, placing a kiss on her forehead as I grab the books and head back to the other office "I�m going to finish this and stick it up his broody ass by the time he comes back"

Unfortunately, I think as I head back to my workspace, there�s no way I can bring Xander to Angel. And that means I�ll have to put up with his cranky moods until it either kills him, or me, or makes us kill each other. I really hope it�s him...

"So, is Gavin picking you up?" she startles me, forcing me to retreat from my alternation of thoughts of naked Xander and of where exactly is our friendship going from now on. I really have to wonder if Cordelia grew wings, that she can snick up on me like that, but I can really use the company. It�s not like I�m going to make myself feel any better with all this �you can say it- brooding, and she�s really a good friend. Of all people, I really wish I could tell her the truth.

"Yeah, he should be here any minute now" I concede as I throw the cigarette butt onto the dark street "We�re going to dinner with some friends"

"They must be good friends that you don�t sound upset about them been there on your date" she observes, sitting next to me on the stairs of the hotel

"They�re nice people... you�d like them" I tell her; honestly, I think she would "Maybe some day you�ll meet them..."

"Maybe some day I will" she replies warmly, and then she just sits there with me, saying nothing else as we wait.

Of all of them, who would have thought, she�s the only one that would not ask questions. If any of the others were here, they would be just trying to push me for info, but she just sits here with me in companionable silence, waiting. I wouldn�t let her sit here next to me if I thought she would try to approach my date when he comes, but I know she won�t. Even if she�s dying to, she will wait until I tell her to. At 7 o�clock sharp, Xander�s black Mercedes pulls up in front of the hotel.

"I think this i cue cue to leave" Cordelia smiles as she stands up and places a kiss on my cheek "Have fun, Spike... don�t let Angel screw this up for you" she advises as she walks up the stairs, not even glancing at the person in the car as she retreats, because she knows I won�t have it

"Thanks... I won�t" I reply, and then I walk long steps towards the car, where Xander is waiting with one of those beautiful, blinding smiles that have the strange power of melting me

"What? No kiss?" he says with a grin as I sit on the passenger seat, uncertain on how to greet him. And then I kiss him, and suddenly everything falls back into place, and I�m invaded by the certainty that it may all work out after all.

"Ah, here they come... the blushing brides" Adam�s deep voice greet us as we enter the fancy restaurant chosen for the occasion �whatever that is. If I weren�t dead, I would certainly blush at that comment, seeing as half the heads in the place turn to look at us. Xander, for one, does not seem to care.

"My, do news fly around here" he says jovially as we sit down, and then directs a killer look at Amanda, who sits at the head of the table grinning widely

"Oh, they sure do..." Mac chuckles, patting Adam�s arm in a affective manner

"Speaking of which... did Amanda talk you into anything" Adam asks casually, although I for one can see a hidden intention that I cannot grasp behind the words "Say, did she tell you to pose for the pictures..."

"Don�t be such a bad loser, Adam" the lady herself exclaims in mock indignation "I told you it was going to be in the kitchen, after drinks... just because I was there with a camera doesn�t mean I manipulated the situation!"

Then it strikes me "You made a bet on us?" I ask, realizing now why Adam is paying dinner when he doesn�t even pay for his beer tab at Joe�s

"Yeah, damn the day I let her talk me into it" he sighs "Although I was really sure it was going to be during a movie... Gav has simply one too many gay themed DVDs, it only made sense..."

"There was a gay themed DVD, actually" I confirm; as far as I�m concerned, nothing would have happened without it

"You didn�t mention that" Adam glares accusingly at Amanda

"I didn�t know that! They weren�t really communicative last night, you know Adam" she says defensively "All the same, I have graphic evidence as to the place of their first sexual encounter... I have the pictures right here, if you want to revise them"

"I think you may want to keep those in your purse" Mac hurries to say, stopping her hand with his as she tries to pull an envelope out of her handbag "This is a family restaurant, you don�t want children and old people seeing those"

"Why? He�s old people, and he sure watched them through and through" she says with an evil grin, pointing at Adam; ironically, it is Mac who blushes.

"All the same, you cannot prove that was the first time" Adam concludes, his tone very business-like "I think you should pay for dinner, Amanda. After all, you still have all that money from the bet on Mac and I... and don�t play innocent with me, I know what that one amounted to. Joe told me it was up for about a decade, and basically everyone we know was on it... "

"Damn!" Amanda sighs, obviously defeated "Someone should bring that confidentiality clause up to that man!"

And then, among laughter from all the men and annoyed complaints from her, I have the pleasure to see Adam once again gracefully avoiding to spend a single penny. You gotta admire the man.

After an abundant meal and cheerful chatter over coffee and brandy we head back to Mac�s, where we start a new bottle of scotch while we make plans to go out. It�s Saturday night after all, and the festive spirit has far outlasted dinner. We�re all sitting companionably in M lof loft when Richie arrives, takes a brief look around the room and sighs.

"Where?" is his only word, of which I can�t really make sense until Amanda pulls the already infamous manila envelope from her purse and throws it at the kid, who browses through the content quickly and then lets the pictures drop on the coffee-table "Okay, too much information..." he says with wide eyes, and, is he blushing? "So, are we going somewhere?" he asks smilingly, as he drops himself on the couch next to Amanda

"Trying to work it out, but we�re one vamp and one Scot away from reaching any agreement" Amanda sighs dramatically, and then grins impishly "They�re outnumbered though, so chances are we�ll get our way..."

"Don�t we have a say in this?" I interrupt her, searching for Mac�s support, but the man looks defeated already and shakes his head in resignation. After half an hour of insisting to simply go to Joe�s, and with Richie�s sudden arrival, we don�t stand a chance to avoid going clubbing.

Don�t get me wrong, I love clubs and I�m known for enjoying myself in them, but with Xander it�s different. I definitely prefer a controlled environment where I can keep tabs on him. Not that I�m jealous �or that I have a reason or the right to be. It�s just that Xander is too sexy, and I�m not quite fond of the idea of seeing him exposing himself to other people. And in what parallel universe does that not mean jealousy? But what the hell, I�m definitely outnumbered and without Mac as backup I don�t stand a chance.

"Okay, you win" I hiss, and before I can add the pertinent complaints all four of them have disappeared into the bedroom with happy exclamations, leaving Mac and I alone "Thanks for the support, mate" I tell him, pouring myself another drink

"Let�s just say I have my priorities all set, and frustrated Adam is definitely not one of them" he admits with a chuckle "right next to pissed Amanda, which is bad too, but more avoidable in the eventuality of its occurrence"

Honest, I do sympathize with the poor bloke. I really like Adam, but I can only imagine what can it be like to be married to him for over seven years, and living with him as a partner even before that. I guess you just have to be Mac.

"I�ll have you know I was married sixty-eight times before Mac" Adam�s voice intrudes in my reasoning. I must be thinking aloud again. I�m about to make a comment about how could Adam have possibly been married almost seventy times, and at his age, since he probably got together with Mac in his late teens, but when I turn around and see him I am rendered speechless. The bastard. Where had he been keeping that body hidden?

He�s wearing skin-tight leather pants, and a sleeveless black shirt, nothing so extraordinary, but in him it looks positively sinful. I think my jaw must have dropped, because now Adam is laughing.

"Like it?" he says jovially, and then walks towards Mac and sits on his lap "Richie should be ready in a minute as well, but Gav and Amanda... they take forever. Maybe we should watch a movie, or play scrabble, or both..." he chuckles

"I still have to get changed, actually" Mac points out "Care to help me?" he says as he disentangles himself from his husband and heads towards the bedroom

"I am the man for the job" Adam replies with a grin, standing as well and following the already gone Mac "Can I undress you with my teeth?" I hear him saying as he enters the bedroom

"Too much information you guys!" comes Richie�s complaint as he enters the living-room, shaking his head in an indignant way "Can you believe those two?" he tells me as he drops on the couch next to me "There are things you definitely don�t want to know about your father figure!" then, he realizes I�m staring at him "What?"

Yes, he was also keeping an astonishing body hidden from the world, and it�s perfectly showing now, firm muscles clad in black jeans and a black T-shirt that is probably two sizes too small. However, that�s not the reason I�m staring;

"Mate, you�re wearing make up" I point out, wondering about the dark eyeliner and mascara

"Yeah, it�s Gave�s thing" he sighs "You have to be over four hundred years old to get away from it, not that allyally care as long as it�s not likely to embarrass me publicly" he shrugs, helping himself to the forgotten bottle of scotch and taking a swig "And since you�re not over the exclusion age" he says jokingly "Your boy-toy asked me to send you in. He says you�re, and I quote, �awfully underdressed for the occasion�. End of quote"

Even after seeing Adam and Richie, turned from normal guys to sex-on-legs, nothing could have prepared me for Xander. He�s just bloody perfect, or whatever is beyond perfect. Breathtakingly beautiful in a black mesh shirt, black leather pants so tight that seem melted into him, platform boots and silver chains hanging from his neck, wrists and waist. And his face is even more astonishing than his incredibly sculptured body; black eyeliner and mascara, making his eyes seem enormous and his lashes incredibly long, and eye-shadow in different shades of gray expertly applied so that it looks amazing without been too much... and the lipstick, cherry flavored if my vampire senses are any good, and yet so subtle you can�t hardly tell he�s wearing any.

"Sit down" he whispers, or perhaps he�s just talking normally but I�m so entranced I can barely hear him, and I obey without even thinking "Close your eyes" he commands, and I do, not understanding what is happening until I feel the kohl drawing a line in my upper eyelid. It�s not like I�ve never worn make up before, and honestly I�m more interested in the way Xander is now straddling my lap, and shoving my hands away when I try to touch him.

"Hands off Spike, I�m trying to get a better angle" he insists, but I can sense the grin in his voice as he says it, and I could swear he�s doing it on porpoise. But two can play at this game, and if he says hands off, hands off he�ll get. Didn�t mention other appendages though, so I just wait until he�s done with the eye-liner to thrust my hips up and show him how much I appreciate his work.

"Naughty, are we?" he chuckles, meeting my thrust with an equally interested member before all too quickly pulling away "Later, lover..." he promises with a peck on my lips "Open your eyes now, I�m gonna put some eye-liner on your lower eyelids, then some mascara... I love your skin the way it is, but how you feel about some color on your lips?" he asks with a concentrated expression as he pulls my lower eyelid down to apply the eyeliner.

"Dru used to say there was no lipstick as the blood of the innocent..." I comment offhandedly, receiving a disgusted grimace from Amanda -how long has she been there?- but only an amused chuckle from Xander

"She did have a great fashion sense, I have to admit it, but I�ll think we�ll pass on that one tip" he says, and then he leans closer "Maybe I�ll let you have a taste of mine later, though..." he whispers, then immediately straightens up and proceeds to apply the mascara with all due care. Did he just imply what I think he implied?

One thing I discovered ist Adt Adam and Xander act like two teenagers when they go clubbing. From the way they coerced Mac and I to go, to thy thy they basically dictated the way everyone should dress; from the way they chose the nightspot all on their own, to the way they are now dancing as if their lives depended on it, quite oblivious to anything surrounding them.

So I sit across from Mac at the bar, sharing a couple of beers while we do our best to keep a conversation over the deafening music. He�s staring at Adam in his abandoned frenzy, and all the while he�s trying to explain why he agrees to come here even if he doesn�t really fi, bu, but the love in his eyes as he follows the writhing figure of his lover around the dance floor says more than a thousand words. I am starting to hope Xander and I can someday share something as perfect as what they have.

Soon the conversation dies out due to the impossibility of actual communication in the noisy place, and we sit in companionably silence watching the people in the dance floor. Adam and Xander are still dancing, mingling with the other men and women, and in a far-off corner Richie is sweet-talking a long-legged, black dressed young woman who looks ready to escape at the first chance she gets. Amanda, in a tight and obscenely shot vinyl skirt, knee-long platform boots and a hardly-even-there top is throwing herself all over a man in a poet shirt and what looks like a skirt, but unlike Richie�s victim he looks nothing like inconvenienced.

Men and women all around us seem to notice Mac, in his form-fitting silk s and and black dressing trousers, and when I spare him a glance and realize he has let his hair hang long over his shoulders I can certainly relate. However, he has eyes for no-one but Adam, who now dances seductively with a young little thing, his eyes on Mac the whole time. After that, it�s only a matter of instants before Mac leaves me to my beer and goes to his lover, who is enthusiastically beckoning him over.

I light a fag and order myself another drink, something with an interesting name that strikes my fancy. As I wait for my drink I look around the room, searching for my lover. It is another�s hand, however, that snatch the fag from my lips.

"And here I thought the earth had swallowed you..." the female voice says amusedly, and it takes me barely a second to place it; I turn around swiftly to find the slayer regarding me with a cocky expression on her pretty face

"What are you doing here, Faith?" I ask surprised. Did I sound annoyed?

"Could say I was here looking for you, but I gave that up about four hours ago when you wouldn�t answer your cell-phone and I grew tired of Angel fretting about your never been around..." she grins, moving to take the stool next to me and obviously disregarding my rudeness "I was bored at the hotel, and couldn�t go to Dawn�s until the morning... what are you doing here, anyway?" she asks unobtrusively; she knows I�ll tell her anyway "Angel thinks you�re dealing drugs" she chuckles

"Yeah, well... poof�s got a low tolerance for rejection"

"I hear you..." she sighs, taking a sip from the drink the bartender just delivered "Just don�t give him such a hard time, he cares about you..."

"You care t met me and you don�t go around pulling a grouchy-grandfather act" I point out, noticing that Xander is saying something to Adam as he and Mac walk back towards the bar

"Well, I�m awesome..." she exclaims cheerfully, making me wonder how much has she had to drink so far; however, I can�t ponder on that too long since Mac and Adam are already here, reclaiming their seats "Who are the studs?" she asks interested

"I�m Adam, this is Mac... and he�s taken" Adam says as a manner of introduction "But Spike here will probably be sleeping in cold sheets if he doesn�t hit the dance-floor soon" the bastard adds before he returns his full attention to his husband, who is giving him a disapproving look

"Wow, Cordelia was right! You are with someone!" she exclaims enthusiastically, sounding like the little girl she probably never got to be "Well, what are you waiting for? Go to him, we�ll talk tomorrow..." she shoos me, waving her hands for emphasis in a definitely drunken manner

So what can I do? I flash her a thankful grin and walk to where Xander is dancing and making eyes at me, barely having enough time to hear Amanda�s unmistakable voice introducing herself to Faith with the catchy line of "So, am I the biggest fag-hag ever, or what?"

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