Hello everybody. I'm going to be on the road tomorrow so I'm going to be typing this kind of early. Did you like the new chapter 10?

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"thinking"

"talking"

Chapter 30

Harry POV

Harry had never been to the movies before and he had to admit that it was a new experience altogether. He had the feeling that Xander being there made it all the better. They watched a suspense movie called The Village. It was absolute crap and Xander made his displeasure known by throwing popcorn at the screen. After a bit of encouragement Xander managed to get Harry to throw popcorn at the screen as well and yell British slurs.

The other people in the theatre found Harry and Xander more amusing than the actual movie. The only person that seemed to mind was the ticket handler. He tried to vamp out and scare them, but he only earned a stake to the heart. They turned back to their movie as if they had not been interrupted and the other humans in the theatre didn't notice anything wrong. Harry saw a few suspicious looking characters sneak out of the theater after a few minutes though.

Much to Harry's disappointment Xander didn't try anything at the theatre. It's not like he wanted to…to have sex with Xander there or anything, but he would not have minded if the other boy held his hand or something. Maybe he should have chosen a scary movie. That way he could pretend to be afraid and could have his face in Xander's chest. Well, Xander would have known he was faking it, but Harry was sure he wouldn't mind it if Harry was that near him. He would probably use it as an excuse to hug him or something. Xander was cuddly that way.

Xander POV

Xander thought this date was going rather well. The movie was a flop, but he managed to make it pretty entertaining. He had Harry laughing and throwing popcorn. He liked to see Harry laugh his eyes would light up and his face flush slightly. Thankfully, he had very good eyesight since becoming a primal. He could clearly see every expression on Harry's face even though it was dark in the theatre.

Sometimes when Harry would turn to him his eyes sparkled and Xander's breath would catch in his throat. He usually reminded himself to breathe after a few seconds or so, but he was sure that the periods of low oxygen was getting to his brain. It didn't matter anymore that Harry looked younger than he was. It didn't matter that Xander was nineteen and Harry was sixteen, almost seventeen. The only thing that mattered was Harry, his heart and his love. He knew he was in too deep to turn back and given the chance he wouldn't.

Despite his new thoughts on the nature of their relationship he was terrified. He didn't want to push Harry into anything and he didn't want to rush. He wasn't sure if Harry was still harboring some negativity from what happened with Dracula. Not that he thought Harry hated him or anything. It's just…he heard that if someone had been sexually molested in any way that they would not take to a relationship well. He wasn't sure if Harry was ready to go any further than hugging. Hugging was of the good, but smooches were good too. Xander didn't want to push his desires on Harry and make him feel pressured if he wasn't ready.

Xander sighed and munched on some unthown popcorn. He wasn't sure what to do.

Harry POV

Harry hoped that Xander wasn't stupid enough to think that he was traumatized or something from Dracula. He had dealt with his issues that same night and the next day as well when he and Xander tore Dracula apart. The thing that had bothered him the most of that whole deal was that Xander didn't seem to mind Dracula touching him. Now, that he knew Xander had not been in control it was all peachy keen.

Xander wouldn't think that Harry was traumatized from that experience…right? Right?

"Idiot."

Harry grabbed Xander's hand and dragged him out of the theater ignoring his sounds of confusion and protests. He didn't stop until they were some distance away from it. He eyed his surroundings before nodding to himself. Using his new found strength Harry pushed Xander into the wall and kissed him.

Xander POV

"Guh."

Harry POV

Harry pressed his lips against Xander more firmly before moving his head trying to gain a better angle. Xander finally decided to participate and opened his mouth deepening the kiss. Harry pushed his tongue in his mouth and played with Xander's and moaned as the other boy sucked on his tongue lightly. He broke away gasping and trying to regain his breath before diving in again.

They spent the next few minutes leisurely kissing each other, taking the time to explore each other's mouths fully. Xander pulled away from the kiss first this time and grinned at Harry.

"I guess I was being stupid huh?"

Harry chuckled, "Yes, you were," He pecked Xander' on the lips, "you shouldn't assume things."

"Yeah, no more assuming for the Xanman." He drew away from Harry reluctantly and laced their fingers together.

"Let's go to my place. We can order takeout."

Harry woke up the next morning warm and comfy. He felt his pillow moving and he snuggled into it smiling as a tanned arm wrapped around his waist. He and Xander had retired to his room last night and talked until they fell asleep. They talked about the primal and the new traits that they might develop from it. They agreed on the heightened senses, increased pain tolerance and increased strength and speed. They didn't really talk about the instincts and the whole mate thing. They figured that it was something better left unsaid.

They talked briefly about the cleansing baths and decided that Harry should do it sometime next week. Xander had even hinted that he would join Harry when the time came. Harry blushed at the memory.

He wiggled his way out of Xander's arms and ignored his sleepy protests. He stopped at the door and looked back at the figure on his bed smiling.

Xander was lying on his back clutching a pillow desperately instead of Harry. His mouth was open slightly and he was snoring softly. His brown hair was an absolute mess and brought another meaning to the word bed head.

Harry stifled a giggle at the thought and went to take care of his bathroom duties. He looked in the mirror as he was washing his hands and almost couldn't recognize himself with the happy and content smile on his face. He knew it was mostly because of Xander, he didn't know what he would have done if he had not met Xander that first day with The Gentlemen. He'd probably be an emotional mess somewhere.

Speaking of Xander he wondered if he still wanted to learn how to cook. The first night they met he made spaghetti and Xander seemed interested enough. He had yet to approach him on the subject though. He had forgotten.

He went back to Xander's room and leaned against the door watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful.

Harry just had to ruin it.

With a war cry Harry jumped on the bed and Xander yelped, flailed and fell off of it. Harry leaned over the edge of the bed and laughed at him.

"Payback is a bitch isn't it?" he teased.

Xander rolled onto his back and glared at him before breaking into a goofy grin.

Xander POV

Xander tried to control his excited bouncing. After his impromptu wakeup call Xander made a trip to the bathroom to complete his morning duties before tracking Harry down to the kitchen. The other boy had several ingredients laid out on the kitchen table and he seemed to be waiting for him. He had been informed that his first official cooking lesson was going to be held now. After kissing Harry breathless he eyed with table with a combination of excitement and trepidation.

Excitement won hence the bouncing.

"We're going to start out simple today. How about pancakes?"

Xander nodded eagerly, he couldn't wait.

-forty five minutes later-

Xander looked in dismay at the burnt mess in the pan. He was on his fifth batch of pancakes and they were going to run out of batter soon. Xander had tried to cook the pancakes with only Harry instructing him on what to do. It hadn't worked out too well and Xander promised to let Harry handle the last batch.

He sat down pouting and Harry grabbed another pan that had not been scorched.

Harry POV

Harry looked at Xander's pitiful face and hid a smile. Xander really had tried hard, but it seemed as if the very kitchen itself was rebelling against him. Despite Harry's coaching he had burnt every single batch of pancakes. He had improved since the first try, but the food in the pan was still nowhere near edible.

He took the last of the batter and poured it in the pan.

"Come here Xander."

Xander seemed to perk up. He walked over to Harry and leaned looking over his shoulder.

"The trick is to pay attention the bubbles on the top. If there are no bubbles than you shouldn't flip it. If there are too many bubbled or if it looks like the top is cooking than it is already too late. They'll be slightly burnt on the other side. These, right here, are ready to be flipped. Look."

Harry flipped the pancakes to and they were a perfect golden brown.

"Looks good." Harry leaned back against Xander as the other boy wrapped his arms around his waist. He smiled slightly as he felt a kiss on the side of his neck. He removed the pancakes from the pan and poured the last of the batter in. They would have just enough to eat. It was a good thing they had made so much batter.

Xander stepped away from Harry and set the table and poured their drinks. Orange juice for Xander and milk for Harry. Harry had been pretty skinny when Xander had first met him, almost unhealthily so, but now he had filled out more. Xander was sure that Harry was still underweight, but it seemed more like a naturally skinny than a starvation skinny. It made Xander sick when he imagined how Harry had gotten to such a state.

He pushed those thoughts to the side when Harry set down their plates. Pancakes now. Brooding later.

Wait…

"I AM NOT A BROODER!"

Harry stared at Xander at his outburst and he stared back awkwardly.

"Um…"

A.N. Just a filler chapter for the boys. I haven't figured out what I want to throw in their path yet. Voldemort now or Voldemort later?