Title: I Finally Remembered You. Part 22 – Not A Date
Author: Xanfan
Rating: R/NC-17 for other chapters
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: AU futurefic. Slash. Xander, not Buffy, had gone to see Angel in "I Will Remember You" Years later, he finally keeps his promise.
Spoilers: All of BtVS & Ats
Warnings: M/M, mild language, more in future chapters
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Words in Italics indicate thoughts.
Angel sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, occasionally glancing over at Xander, who was behind the wheel.
"It's not a date." Xander said, for about the bamillionth time.
"Uh-huh." Angel replied, mostly just to mess with the boy's head.
"It's not."
"I know, its just two people, going out to dinner, and one of them is paying. So, as much as it sounds like a date, it's not a date." Angel smirked.
"Are you sure you're not evil?"
"Pretty sure."
"Cause, you're pretty good at the whole torturing me thing, you know, for someone who's not evil."
"I'm a man of many talents." Angel was struggling to hold back his laughter. His Boy was so much fun.
"It's still not a date." Xander reiterated.
"Got it. Not a date. No matter how much it resembles a date. It's not a date. Even though we are going out to dinner, it's not a date. Even though I will be buying you dinner, it's not a date. Nope, not a date."
"I'm fairly certain I hate you right now." Xander told Angel. "And, the chances that you might get a date in the future, looking purty grim."
That almost sobered Angel up, almost. But, Xander's lips were twitching, so he was almost positive that the boy was enjoying this bit of banter as much as he was.
"Hey, I'm agreeing with you, not a date. What more do you want?" Angel teased.
"Dessert."
"What?" Angel was actually confused now.
"Dessert, I'm being tortured with the date-like similarities this outing holds, I better be getting dessert."
"I think that could probably be arranged." Angel snorted, like he hadn't already been planning on plying the boy with chocolate and ice cream, or a combination of the two.
"Good."
"So, just for curiosities sake, what, exactly, would turn this outing from a non-date to an actual date?" Angel inquired, actually pretty curious to find out the answer.
Xander froze for a moment.
"Well…. If you had asked me, you know, said, "Xander, would you like to go out with me?" and if I had agreed. That would probably have meant datage. We're just going to get something to eat before we pick up Willow at the airport, so, not a date."
"But…you asked me, so that means this could be construed as a date." Angel had the gall to point out.
"I didn't ask you." Xander answered.
"Yes, you did."
"No, not really, I just suggested that you buy me dinner. If I had asked, I would be buying." Xander explained slowly, as if his logic was earth logic.
"So, how come I'm buying again?" Angel asked.
"Because, you are." Xander replied simply, again, logic not really having a place here.
"Oh…..So anything else that makes this a non-date?"
"Well, yeah." Xander replied, in a 'duh' voice.
"What?" Angel was curious to know.
"The fact that there is absolutely no chance for kissage or naughty-touch fun at the end of the evening."
"No chance?" Angel said sadly.
"Well, not much of one. It doesn't seem likely, what with us just being friends, and you know Willow will be there."
"So, not much, does that mean there is a little bit of a chance for kissage or naughty-touch fun?" Angel asked, hopefully.
"Probably not."
"Probably doesn't mean definitely." Angel pointed out.
"Angel, remember, this isn't a date, so, chances for kissage, not so much."
Angel thought about that for a moment, "Xander, would you like to go out for dinner with me?"
"We're already going out to dinner." Xander pointed out.
"Yes, but, now, I'm asking you out to dinner. You said there was difference."
"Oh, I guess I did. Okay Angel, saying I agree, when would you like to go out to dinner?"
"How about right now?" Angel suggested.
Xander couldn't really turn to look at Angel, because he would have to take his eye off the road to do so.
"So, you want to turn this into a date?" Xander asked.
"I'm just trying to up my chances for naughty-touch fun and kissage." Angel teased.
Xander gulped. "I thought we were just going to do the friend thing?"
"Friends can go out on dates." Angel said benignly.
"I guess they can." Xander conceded hesitantly.
"Besides, no one said being friends and having naughty-touch fun, were mutually exclusive."