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"Do I look ok?"

"You look fine, Spike."

"I can't tell, Peaches, you know, cause of the whole 'You decided you wanted me for eternity' crap you pulled."

"Spike. . ."

"Oh, Sire, don't get all Angelus-y on me. I know the soul is permanent and you get more demon-y, but don't do that to me. Not now. I'm about to get married."

I practically choked on the coke I had just taken a swallow of. Angel? Permanent Soul? Can have sex now? I glanced over at the two men who were standing in front of each other, making sure that they looked ok. Lack of being able to use a mirror had resulted in the two of them checking each other out for flaws.

I myself was almost dressed, standing in front of the mirror. All I had left was my vest, my bowtie, and my jacket. I turned slightly, looking at myself. I looked damn fine in a tuxedo, if I say so myself. I turned back forward, and started tying my bow, scowling at the stubborn piece of fabric. "Damn it. I can tie mesh into a bow, but I can't tie a fucking bow tie into a bow."

It had been a long day. I was tired, and probably grouchier than I needed to be.

Long nimble fingers caressed my hands, then moved to the tie. I froze in place. I knew it was Angel, just by how tall he was, how he felt pressed against my back. "Let me do that, Harris," his voice said, the cool air of his words trailing over my ear.

"Uh huh," I whimpered, knowing that I was straining against the rented tux. Damn it! The last thing I needed was to get hard!

He tied the bow, slowly and teasingly. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of his fingers against my neck, teasing me. "You know, a neck is the most erotic place on a human. . ." he purred in my ear.

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly. It was suddenly too much. I was suffocating, I had to get out of there. I pulled out of his embrace and grabbed my vest and jacket, and turned. "Thanks, Deadboy," I said, trying not to notice how good he looked in a tux. "For the bow tying. I have to go now."

"Where to, mate?"

"Willow needs me," I nodded to Spike.

He grinned. "Tell her I love her."

I smiled. "Sure." I spun on my heel and ran out of the room that had been designated as the room for the men to dress in. I flew through the house, into Willow and Spike's bedroom, which was the woman's bedroom.

Willow shrieked, covering her breasts. She was standing there in white panties, a garter belt, white stockings, and nothing else. "XANDER!" she yelled. "Get out of here! I'm almost naked!"

I sat down on the bed, putting my face in my hands. It didn't even affect me, thinking that my best friend was naked. All I could think of was how cool his fingers felt against my skin, how I wanted to strip down and let him touch the rest of my body. "Doesn't matter," I mumbled. "I don't like women anymore."

"Huh?" Willow asked dumbly. She was quiet for a moment, then joined me. She had put on her strapless bra. "You don't like women?"

"I don't know. . .god, Wills. I want Angel so much it fucking hurts."

"You want WHO?"

I turned, my mouth dropping open. Buffy had just walked out of the bathroom. "B. . .Buffy! Hey!" My smile was strained. "Oh, god, Buffy. . .I'm sorry. . ."

She was going to kill me. She was going to hate me and kill me and I'd be dead forever.

"Bout time you told us. Since we've only known for like, two years," she said, rolling her eyes and going back into the bathroom.

"WHAT?" I yelled. "How? I didn't even know!" I cried, looking down at Willow's smiling face.

"You wear your emotions on your sleeve, Xander," Willow laughed.

"Oh, god, so he knows, and Spike knows, and. . ." Tears filled my eyes. I didn't want the whole world to know about my silly little crush on the dark broody vampire. "Giles might even know!"

"You know," Buffy said conversationally, sitting down next to me. "I'm thinking that Xander hasn't noticed the way those dark eyes follow him around when they are in the same room."

It took a moment for that statement to make it through my hazy depressed state, but when it finally settled and my brain could process it, my head shot up. I looked at Buffy. "Huh?"

"Oh, I know!" Willow said softly. "I mean, he gives Xander more passionate looks than he gave you."

"Deadboy wants me," I whispered in shock. A slow grin settled over my face. "Deadboy wants me. . ." I laughed. "This will be fun. I want to see how he plays when the ball is in *my* court."

The two women snickered.

~*~*~

Angel, Graham Miller, and I seated all the women in the chairs that I think Spike stole from somewhere. They looked much too nice for him to have rented them. The most interesting woman I got to seat was Drusilla.

A huge slimy *ugly* demon stepped up to me, growling something I didn't recognize, and couldn't ever repeat. "Uh. . .yea?" I asked, staring up at him.

"Don't mind him," a soft voice cooed behind him. "He's just grumpy cause Spikey beat him up last time they saw each other."

I blinked. "Dru?" I croaked. "Dru, what are you doing here?"

She stepped out from behind the Chaos Demon and frowned. "Spike and his Little Tree invited me. Little Tree and I are friends." She smiled. "But the stars say you didn't know that. Did she not tell you? Is she ashamed of me?" Her face started to turn into a pout.

"No, Dru, I'm sure that she meant to tell me, but we've both been so busy lately. . ."

She smiled. She tilted her head, her grin growing. "Are you going to become my daddy's mate?"

"Huh?" I blinked, wrapping my arm in hers to walk her down the aisle to her seat.

"Daddy," she purred, turning her head to find him. She twisted her body slightly and pulled her hand up, waving at him over my shoulder. She turned back to me and leaned forward. "His fire burns brightly for you, Xander."

"Really?" I asked with a grin. "Thanks, Dru." We stopped at the row she decided she wanted to sit at. "Do you want Spike's side, or Willow's side?"

She giggled. "I like Little Tree better. She's soft and pretty. I want her side."

I seated her on her side. She reached up and grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulling me down. She placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Treat my daddy well, not like the nasty Slayer did."

"I promise," I grinned.

Her voice lowered and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure that her boyfriend was occupied with something else. "And ask Little Tree if I can join her and Spikey one night in their bed," she giggled. "Little Tree would have such fun."

I licked my lips. "I don't doubt that," I purred. I smiled. "I'll see what I can do. Enjoy the wedding, Dru."

We seated the rest of the party, then headed to the front to stand next to Spike. Angel was his best man, I was first groom's man, and Graham Miller was the second groom's man.

Graham and I were pretty good friends. He was gay, and we had a very flirtatious relationship - always had. I never thought about it, or what it meant, I just knew that I enjoyed flirting with him, and the attention he'd give me. We were good enough friends though to know that we were only friends, nothing else. Besides, I was more interested in the tall, dark, and not-so-broody anymore, and he *loved* military men.

"Harris," he said softly.

"Miller," I replied, knowing that both Angel and Spike could hear us.

"You look good enough to eat," he purred quietly.

I smirked, turning to him. I knew that he knew that what I was going to say was nothing more than flirting - I didn't have to worry that Graham Miller would be pawing me after the wedding. "Maybe you'll find out how good after these two crazy kids get hitched," I said, my eyes twinkling.

A low dangerous growl came from Angel.

"What the *hell* was that?" Graham asked, glancing around.

I chuckled. "As many demons that are around here?" I asked with a shrug. "Who knows."

"Harris," Angel hissed through clenched teeth.

I turned, looking up at him. I batted my eyelashes slightly. "Angel?" I replied, purposely using his name, instead of Deadboy, knowing that would get under his skin if he liked the name as much as he said he did.

He growled again. I smirked and turned forward for the marching of the Bride's Maids.

It was *so* good to be in control.

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