DINNER MEETINGS 4 – NICE MEETING YOU AGAIN 2

Author: Dampyria

Fandom: M7 / BtVS crossover

Summary: A week-end spent together (part two) or Xander is finally hit by the clue hammer. (thanks Lady FoxFire – a most fitting phrase)

Rating: PG17

Paring: JD/Xander (slash)

Spoilers: BtVS (Post season 7 – Pre Comics season 8), M7 (none – ATF universe)

Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Xanders first sensation upon awakening was that of a warm body tightly squeezed against his own. A leg was thrown between his, its thigh neatly nestled against his pubic region while a hand had slipped under his t-shirt and was comfortably resting on his chest.

Mostly still asleep, Xander lifted his arm and moving as little as possible, caressed the dark haired head snuggled under his chin. He didn't want to change this status quo. His still sleeping brain was sending him all kinds of happy signals and he had to agree with it. He hadn't woken up, feeling this good in a long, long time.

His movement must have disturbed his bed partner. The body against his stirred slightly and in doing so the thigh between his legs rubbed lightly against him. The moan that escaped his mouth must have further awakened the other person, since the next thing he knew, a pair of lips begun to nibble at his neck, moving slowly upward, until they came in contact with their real target.

Mouth slided against mouth, first lightly then more forcefully until Xanders lips parted and allowed access to a tongue. Thing spiraled rapidly from there. The next thing Xander knew he had grabbed the other and with a 180 degree shift a pro would be jealous off, climbed atop of the other and without a break continued the kissing with renewed enthusiasm.

The passion was building rapidly and in a desperate attempt to relieve even a fraction of it, he trusted forward with his hips. That was when he felt it. Not the feminine form that he had expected, but a more angled, masculine one.

Stopping himself in an instant he lifted himself to him elbows and for the first time since he woke up, looked his companion in the face.

"JD?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, you expecting someone else?"

"No…yes…I mean… a girl for starters."

"You calling me a girl?"

"No, no but I am not gay. Never been with a bloke."

"Then why are you still lying atop of me?

Xander sighed and lowered his forehead to the others shoulder. "Would you believe me if I said I am in shock?"

The body below his started shaking and very soon JD was laughing out loud like a loon. Xander lifted himself to his knees and then heavily sat down at the bottom of the bed.

"Man! And all this time I thought that you were only undecided if you liked me or not. Have you even kissed another man before me?"

"No, I told you I am not gay."

"Well you may not be gay, but you are a hundred percent bi."

"How can you be sure? Did you sensed me with your gaydar, or something?"

"Hello you slept in the same bed with me."

"I was drunk."

"Twice!"

"Tired," glared Xander back.

"You touched me all the time."

"I am a very touchy feely person. It doesn't mean anything."

"We practically had a five minute conversation, with you laying on top of me."

"Shock?"

"Is that a question?"

"So I am bi?"

"Only you can answer this question, but if you want my opinion yes, you are," confirmed JD. "Come on. You can have the best from both worlds! It's not a bad thing. Think of it like expanding your hunting ground by fifty percent. More opportunities to get laid."

"Or killed."

"What?"

"Nothing," sighed Xander, getting up. He walked to the night table and took his wallet and cell phone. "I'm going for some groceries, do you want something?"

"Xander…"

"Sorry, just need a couple of minutes for myself to digest this. Be back in fifteen. You sure you don't need anything?"

"No I am good," said JD looking Xanders retreating bottom with regret.

'Oh well,' he thought. 'Xander hadn't punched me, outright pushed me away, or called me names. The guy needs some time to come to terms with this new earth shattering discovery about his sexuality. He will come around. Eventually.'

JD really hoped that it was gonna be sooner then later, because he couldn't take much more of this roller-coaster. 'And speaking of coasters, I have a little problem that I have to take care off.' He thought looking at his groin.

On the other side of the door Xander set on the pick-nick table, trying not to hyperventilate. He had kissed a guy. But he didn't know that it was a guy. He didn't know it was JD….

Taking a deep breath to steady him self, he begun analyzing the situation. Putting aside the gay or bi question he concentrated on the important part of the equation. JD, his friend, pal, fellow sci-fi geek.

In his mind the young ATF agent was a friend, rapidly moving towards the section of his brain dedicated to friends of the caliber of Buffy, Giles and Willow. But was he something more? In the past he had crushes on Buffy and Willow, but that was all they were, crushes and teenage lust.

So, no love here. He liked the guy, just not in the let's spend the life together for all eternity kind of way. Was he lusting after him? The thought never crossed his mind, until now, that's it. Before he found out that he was kissing a man, he was really enjoying their little morning session. Now that the surprise and shock had faded away he could confess to himself that he didn't mind it all that much even after his discovery of man-bits.

Of course there was another option. He stood up from the table and begun walking toward a near-by convenience store, while hitting speed dial number two on his phone. Almost immediately a very grumpy voice greeted him: "This better be good, if you want to live."

"Hi Willow, my bestest, most reliable and non-violent friend."

~ Xander is something wrong? Where are you? What happened? ~

"Why do you always assume that something has gone wrong."

~ Your question doesn't deserve a come back! So, if the world as we know it isn't ending, what is the problem? ~

"No problem. Just checking on you. And yes, I could have been more considerate and looked up the time difference, but I just didn't think about it. And I am sorry about that, cause the last thing I want to do is to piss off the uber wicca that turned Andrew in a toad last month."

~ Xander you are staling. Why are you staling? Are you in trouble? Should I teleport there? ~

"No! I mean no, there is no need…..Willow are you alone in the room?"

~ Xan it's four in the morning here, who should be … never mind. Yes I am alone, why? ~

"As you know, after I finished the assignment, I took a couple of days off. And then something happened, only I am not sure what it is, and until I figured it out I don't want anyone else to know because they would make matters only more complicated and this is the last thing I need at the moment. Can I count on your silence, Willow?"

~ Of course you can, you know tha… oh my god! You have a girlfriend! ~

"If only it was this simple."

The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening, than she said in a low voice:

~ Is it a demon girlfriend? ~

"What? No, why do you always assume… look do you remember my last date in Sunnyhell?"

~ You mean the one with the demon girl? ~ asked Willow with mirth.

"That's the one. And you can stop snickering now. Do you remember what happened afterword?"

~ We saved you? ~

"After that, about what I said… did you do anything about it?"

~ About what? What are you talking about?! ~

"About, you know … the speech. The gay me up speech, the one I gave because I was tired to have the ladies in my life trying to kill me? Cause I have to tell you that I wasn't serious at the time, and if you did something about it I won't be mad at you at all. And…. Willow are you still there?"

~ Xander, did you find yourself a boyfriend? ~

"Don't try to change the subject missy. Did you gay me up, or not?" exclaimed Xander drawing the amused looks of a group of young girls sitting on a nearby porch. Seeing the rabid fascination that was blooming in some of those looks he quickly distanced himself from them.

~ Of course not! If I had, you would have felt the effects a lot sooner then this. So my newly gay friend, spill. Who is he? What does he do for a living? Is he cute? ~

"Willow hate to break it to you but I am not gay."

The laugh coming from Scotland was so loud that he had to move the phone several centimeters away from his ear.

~ 'No one is judging you. It's understandable-- Spike is strong and mysterious, and sort of compact, but well-muscled....' does this sound familiar to you? Or how about 'Can I have sex with Riley, too?' Face it my friend, you have been on the gay train for a long time, you just didn't found the right wagon to settle into. ~

"First of all I really don't want to dwell on the meaning of that last phrase, and second of all did you gals compare notes on everything I say?"

There was a long silence and then: ~ Nooo…~

"Try that one again, this time with a little more conviction."

~ Look the point is that only you can decide if you really like this boy. ~

"It's the same thing that he said, before telling me that I'm a hundred percent bi."

~ Are you feeling bi? ~

"I don't know… I never thought about him like that. Then I wake up and we are kissing, and then I freaked out and run out, and now he is in there probably doing some freaking out himself. You know, you are right. I should sort this thing out myself. Thanks. And don't tell anybody – you promised!"

~Xander wai…~

With a decisive movement of the hand, he closed the connection and started walking back toward his room. What he found there was not what he expected. Instead of the nervous man waiting for him, there on the bed lay a very relaxed and post-coital JD.

Xanders eyes grew impossibly large, "Oh, you did not just…"

JD's smirked at him and stretched in a very, very sexy manner, before going on all four and beginning a slow crawl toward the still motionless Watcher. "So Xan, no groceries?"

Xander closed his eye and tried to regain some semblance of control. When he looked at him again he was much calmer, "So shall we go?"

JD's smile froze for a moment and for the first time that day he seems uncertain of what was going on. Xander smirked internally, 'Welcome to my world.' He thought.

"Go where?" asked JD

"Well if I remember correctly you promised to show me the town and it's hundred wonders. Come on, get ready. I will wait for you by the car." He turned around and walked out of the door, without a second glance.

"Xander? Come on, you can't be serious! Xander? Xander!" shouted JD, but it was to late. Xander was already out of the room, the door tightly shut behind him.

JD stared in shock at the closed door, then stood up and begun to get ready for the day, all the while mumbling to himself.

"Xander Harris, you are an evil, evil man." Suddenly he stopped and looked in the general direction where his car was parked, with his smirk back, full force, "I like it, I like it very much."

The rest of the day was spent touring the city, looking at various local landmarks and listening to a bit of history of the place. Or trying to.

JD would start to explain some historical fact and without a fail a wandering hand would land on his arm, his back or lower still. When JD would turn around for a more intimate contact Xander would be on the other side of the room or street, looking interested in a painting or statue or whatever.

Pretty soon the tour become less about sight-seeing and more about illicit touches. The game of cat and mouse went on and on for the rest of the afternoon, the two exchanging their roles of hunter and huntee until they were both excited and eager to take the game to another level.

Later that evening they decided to make a stop at the dinner where they first met, for a warm meal before turning in for the night. Sara, the waitress that served them the first time around palled as soon as she saw that the one eyed maniac was back.

Xander cringed and offered a humble smile. JD sensing a potentially dangerous situations for his plans, sauntered toward the girl and whispered something into her ear. At first her eyes pooped open like in a cartoon, then her mouth formed a perfect 'o' and finally she giggled, blushing slightly.

JD turned and sent him a wink before inviting him with his hand to a rather secluded table of the dinner. Feeling rather uncomfortable, with the giggling girl still looking at him he followed the other and heavily set across from him.

"What the hell did you say to her?" he whispered.

"Huh?" asked JD, his eyes mirrors of innocence.

Xander looked at the others customers in the restaurant and bent forward and repeated the question: "I asked you what…"

He never managed to complete the sentence. As soon as he was in the striking area the ATF agent soared forward and planted a big kiss on his lips. Xander fell back on his seat and quickly checked his surroundings, but nobody seemed to be paying them attention.

Just then the waitress magically resurfaced and laid two streaming cups of coffee on the table.

"So what can I get you boys?" she asked with a smirk directed toward Xander. He didn't like this. He didn't like the shift of power that was happening here. The first time around, this little girl was scared of him, now she was openly baiting him.

It wasn't that he liked to scare people, but once, just once in his life he has been the scary one in the room, with the others trembling in his presence. Now everything was ruined. And all thanks to JD!

"I will take the steak with potato chips," said JD.

"Very well, and you sir?"

He tried to glare her into submission. He really did. But all that that accomplished was her widening smile and JD's loud snort. Whatever JD said to her it had completely ruined his reputation as bad guy.

Sighing he bowed his head in defeat and ordered the same as JD. As soon as she was out of earshot he whirled around and pinned JD with a murderous glare, "What the hell did you tell her?"

"What do you mean?" and here it was. The innocence was back full force.

"Don't play stupid. You know what I mean!" hissed Xander.

"Do I?"

"Yes you do! And you are gonna tell me, now!"

"What if I don't feel like it? What would you do?" asked JD, pretending to be stretching, while in reality he used the movement to plant his foot firmly on Xander chair, between his legs.

"What…I…What do you mean?" he babbled, his face taking on a nice red color.

"You will have to get it out of me latter, wouldn't you?" suggested JD, while rhythmically moving his foot.

Xander froze for a moment, then recognizing the game JD started, smirked back at him, "Oh I intend to. Have no worry, my interrogation technique is infallible. You can resist all you want, but in the end you will talk!"

This time it was the ATF agent that was out of words. The intensity of Xanders smirk coupled with the low and dangerous voice, kicked his imagination, not to mention his bodily responses into overdrive.

Sara brought their dinners and left, without the two noticing her presence. They were so engrossed into each other. They ate the dish without feeling its taste in record time and after having paid for it, leaving Sara a hefty tip, almost run out of the dinner.

The car they arrived in, was parked some distance from the dinner, distance that was spent walking in silence, to exited and lost in their own thoughts to manage a real conversation. As they neared the car a group of four individuals blocked their path.

"Hey boys, look what we have here! Two fags on their way to drill holes in each others asses!" snarled one of them, obviously the leader of the marry gang.

"You got to be fucking kidding me!" exclaimed Xander. "I can't believe this!"

"What is it, Xander?" asked JD calmly.

"It's the Xander curse. It works without fail. Every time I found someone that I like chances are that they will try to kill me or that they would end up hurt. What is it?" he screamed looking at the sky. "I thought that I stopped being everybody's butt monkey!"

"What kind of people do you normally date?" was astonished JD.

"Hey fags! We are talking to you!" roared one of the assailants, swinging a shot at Xander, who sidestepped it easily. He hadn't battled vampires for over six years without learning a thing or two.

"Son of a b…!" the assailant cursed. "Guys lets teach them a lesson!"

And the fight was on. Normally, when you take a fight four against two the end result is clear. But in this instance there were two highly trained fighters against four slightly inebriated tugs, whose only exercise consisted in fetching a beer during advertisements on TV.

Pretty soon the four tugs realized that even outnumbered the two were more than a match for them and, throwing insult over their shoulder, hail tailed it out of dodge.

"Well that was different," murmured JD.

"For me, not so much," said Xander, turning to JD, "You all right?"

"I'm fine, don't worry. You on the other hand are bleeding pretty bad. Should I call an ambulance?"

"Nah, it's nothing. One of them got lucky. Just give me a ride to my room, I have a first aid kit there."

JD nodded and unlocked the car. The ride back was slow and silent, but this was a different kind of silence then before. Xander was concentrating hard on not to stain the carpet with his blood, while unbeknown to him, JD was torturing himself with guilt.

Once at the hotel Xander quickly went to the bathroom and started cleaning the cut over his remaining eye with JD observing him from the doorstep.

"I'm sorry," whispered JD. "If I hadn't flirted with you in the dinner none of this would have happened."

Xander paused in his ministrations for a second and studied JDs reflection in the mirror. For all his bravado and bold statements, he was just a kid, like him. Insecure about where all this was going or what all this really was.

Putting the finishing touches to his patch up job, Xander turned around and smiled warmly to the fidgeting boy, "Hey as I remember it, I was the one that started the naughty touching not you. I am the one that should be sorry."

"But at the dinner…" started to say JD.

"At the dinner you just upped the stakes. Which remind me that I still own you an interrogation. Are you ready to confess your crimes?" asked Xander, predatorily zooming on the ATF agent.

JD breath caught in his lungs, as he took a step back. His heart beat sped up, as he slowly back tracked his steps into the room, Xander hot on his trail.

"Never!" he said stubbornly, his jaw set in a defiant frown.

"You sure about that? I know a lot of interesting techniques to make you talk." Xander stalked his prey further into the room.

"I am a trained ATF agent, I can withstand everything you throw at me."

"Oh is that a challenge? I like challenges. But you have forgotten an important fact."

"And what will that be?"

"No matter how trained you are, everybody has a breaking point."

Xander pounced and tackled JD to the bed, where he started kissing his passionately. Finally coming up for air, Xander looked at JDs wide eyes and smirked, "And I have all night long to bring you to your breaking point again and again and again."

The next day JD was woken up with soft, tender kisses. He stretched lazily and grimaced as he felt a slight pain in his lower back. Pretty soon the grimace transformed itself into a satisfied smirk as memories of last night begun to reemerge.

"Good morning, lover," he murmured as he returned the morning kiss.

"Good morning to you too," said Xander deepening the kiss. "I just wanted to let you know that I have to leave. My plane takes off in two hours."

JD frowned. "Do you really have to go?" and suggestively let the sheet fall down exposing his torso, while a wandering hand started to play with the nipples. "After all, you have a whole two hours to kill before the plane lifts up, and those things are known to be always late anyway."

Xander hungrily traced with his eye the path of those fingers from JD nipples to his mouth, then back again, this time not stopping at his chest but going lower until they disappeared under the sheet.

"You know what, you are absolutely right," said Xander, lowering his head and kissed JD with renewed passion.

In retrospect that last quickie wasn't such a great idea, thought Xander as he stared at the murderous glare of the same flight attendant that had 'served' his on his first trip back. Then remembering some of the highlights of the night, he smirked at her. It was worth it.

The flight attendant was taken aback for a while, then renewed her frown and moved on to the next passenger, murder in her eyes.

Now if he would just manage to survive the flight back…

The End of 'Nice meeting you again'

Next up - Long distance relationships.