Backfire - Spander Files

“I think you bruised something,” he told Angel casually, wiggling carefully on the
messy sheets.
“What can I say. You drive me wild,” Angel deadpanned.
Xander laughed heartily. “Oh, if only you were Cordy.”
“It really over with you two?”
“Yeah. She made that clear.” The cover story that Cordelia had dumped Xander was
fairly well-received by the entire gang. Nobody seemed too surprised. It irked
Xander more than he was allowed to admit.
It wasn’t all false. Cordy really did dump him. But the fact that it was Xander’s
intention for Cordy to dump him was what Xander couldn’t tell anyone. And it was
so easy. All he had to do was tell her the truth about the nature of his “relationship”
with Spike and Angel. Once she learned of the act that always preceded the bite,
well that was a reality that the captain of the cheerleading squad could not deal
with.
Their parting wasn’t angry or fierce, but she did make it clear that she couldn’t even
look at him anymore. It bothered Xander a little. He felt no shame in what he was
doing, so to see the disgust on Cordy’s face was disconcerting. But he was able to
push past it quick enough and now, almost a week later, Cordelia was a fading
memory. Just a blurb in his chapter in Giles’ Watcher Diary that Xander knew the
old man was writing, even though Giles tried to keep it hidden.
Angel stood up, stretched, then found his clothes and dressed quickly. Xander was
on the verge of post-orgasm/bite sleep when Angel stopped in the doorway and
turned around to address him.
“Xander, may I ask a favor?” Xander opened one eye, then the other when he saw
the seriousness on Angel’s face. He propped himself up on his elbows.
“What’s up, Deadboy?”
Angel ignored the now-meaningless dig. “Tonight after Buffy’s birthday party,