I'm back with chapter 16. How'd you like the ending for the last one? Finals week is right around the corner. Wish me luck!

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"thinking"

"talking"

Chapter 16

Harry POV

Xander and Harry stared at each other, both too stunned to move. Xander had Harry pressed back against the wall, chest to chest. They were so close; they could have kissed with barely a movement from either of them.

Harry stared at Xander's peculiar brown green eyes in wonder. He licked his lips and Xander broke the intense gaze to stare at them. Harry flushed and gasped softly when Xander pressed closer to him.

"Is he going to?" Merlin, Harry hoped so. He did not get his wish, instead of going for his lips Xander leaned down and nudged Harry's neck to the side with his nose. Harry tilted it obediently; perhaps Xander was like a werewolf. Maybe he wanted to see if Harry was a submissive or a threat. Harry didn't know.

He shivered as Xander's nose touched the sensitive skin of his neck and sniffed it. A tongue flickered out, tasting the pale skin. Harry gasped and let out a very needy sounding whimper. He flushed in embarrassment. He didn't move, however, he was smart enough to know that moving while Xander was in this state would not be a good thing. Even though he did not know the exact consequences.

Xander nuzzled the bared skin and laved it with his tongue. Harry bit his lip so he would not make any noises, although he did move his head to the side more in order to give Xander more access to his neck. He heard a low growl coming from Xander and didn't know whether to melt against the man begging for more or to be afraid.

Sharp teeth pressed down on Harry's skin gently, before nipping softly. A very skilled tongue ran over the slight red mark that had been left. Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped him. He felt Xander stiffen and draw away. Harry wanted to grab the man and drag him down into a kiss, a very hot, erotic kiss that would hopefully lead to a naked Xander and Harry and the couch. Or maybe the floor, or kitchen table. That sounded okay to him. But, he wasn't sure how much of this was Xander and how much was the hyena. They were both one and the same, but he knew from his experience with Remus that sometimes instincts would take over and could influence decisions. Harry did not want Xander to regret this and selfishly Harry did not want to be looked at like a mistake.

Harry focused on Xander and the other boy seemed to have calmed down a bit. He stepped forward to perhaps see if Xander wanted to talk. He was immediately pushed back into the wall. Not enough to hurt, just enough to know that he was supposed to stay. Harry licked his lips. He wasn't sure what to do.

Xander seemed to focus even more attention on Harry. His gaze intense and green shimmered in his eyes, he smiled at Harry a quick bare of white teeth. Harry soon felt those teeth press into his throat. He wasn't given any warning before Xander bit deeply into his neck breaking the skin. Harry didn't feel much of anything after that.

Xander POV

Xander removed his teeth from Harry's throat and licked the wound free of blood. He held onto the smaller boy savoring the feel of him in his arms and picked him up when he realized that he had passed out. He carried them into the living room and sat on the couch. He held Harry close to him and closed his eyes tightly in guilt. He had not been strong enough to protect Harry from himself. Shame consumed him and when Harry woke up he would beg forgiveness. He had never meant to hurt him. Never meant to mark him against his will, Xander should have told him the first day they got their voices back. Harry didn't like to be lied to not even by omission.

Xander felt like crying. He hoped Harry would forgive him.

He held the smaller boy until he woke up. He was afraid that this was the last time he would be able to. After Harry woke up and yelled at him he would probably be kicked out. Xander didn't want this to end. He liked this easy friendship they shared. They weren't best friends and they still had things they needed to tell the other, but damn Xander had never felt so close to someone before. He knew that given time they could have been inseparable.

"I screwed all of that up. I should've just stayed at my house Harry knew not to come outside. This is all my fault. The Amazing Zeppo strikes again." Xander continued with his self deprecating thoughts until he felt Harry shift in his arms.

Harry POV

Harry came to slowly. As usual he woke up with Xander's arms around him. Well, it didn't happen every time he woke up, but enough to be considered normal. He shifted and turned blinking drowsily. He looked up at Xander and frowned at the expression on his face. It was almost as if he expected Harry to push him off and run away screaming. He wondered why. When Harry craned his head up to get a better view and felt a twinge in his neck that definitely did not come from sleeping in the wrong position he reached up and touched his neck.

He shivered as he felt the bite mark on his neck and then blushed brightly at his reaction.

"Oh I remember now." he turned his attention back at Xander who seemed to be watching Harry, waiting for his next move. When Harry smiled at him Xander seemed confused. Harry wondered if he would have to spell it out for him. Then he decided that he would just show him.

It was too soon. Xander probably didn't know that Harry was interested and Merlin knows they had too many secrets between them, but when Harry leaned up and pressed his lips against Xander shyly, but firmly he knew this was right.

Xander POV

"I'm not sure what's going on, but I think I like it." was Xander's only intelligible thought. The second thought was more like this.

"Guh"

See? Not very intelligent, but with Harry's soft mouth pressed against his own Xander didn't really care. Kissage was better than yelling and screaming and losing a friend. And it's not like Harry was a bad kisser, far from it actually. His soft lips moved against Xander's in such a sure way that Xander knew that Harry knew exactly what he was doing.

Well, Xander knew how to kiss too. He wasn't a mannequin dammit. He'd spent a few months in the janitor's closet learning from the best girl kisser he knew, Cordelia Chase. So, after a moment or two Xander slid his hand up Harry's body and cradled his pale cheek, and titled his head slightly for a better angle. Harry moaned at the increased contact and pressed their bodies closer.

Then and there Xander determined to turn Harry into a hot and sizzling puddle of need. He grabbed the smaller boy by his hips and flipped them over. Harry now had his back to the couch, he climbed on Harry and the boy put his hands around Xander's neck pulling him down. Their lips connected again in a steamy kiss. Mouths, lips, tongues and teeth lapped, explore and nibbled.

Harry buried his hands in Xander's thick brown hair and gave a gasping moan as Xander absolutely ravaged his mouth. Xander growled in his throat at the small sound causing Harry to arch up into him, trying to press their bodies even closer. And unfortunately, the only way they would get closer together was if clothes were off and bodies locked.

Xander suddenly disconnected his lips from Harry and the smaller boy cried out in displeasure.

Xander looked down at Harry. The small green eyed boy was panting, his lips swollen from Xander's very thorough kisses, his hair was lose from the low ponytail he had kept it in and splayed against the pillow making him look like an angel. A very hot and sexy angel. Xander had never wanted anyone more.

And that scared him.

I'm leaving it here. Let's see how Harry and Xander deal with their explosive passion. Well, harry's okay with it…xander is the one that hasn't left that damn closet yet!