Xander glanced around his parents’ backyard, wondering what he had done to
deserve such an awful fate. The sun was beating down against his bare skin,
beads of sweat dripping in wet lines along his well-defined muscles. A couple
robins were sitting in a tree, chirping in a way that sounded suspiciously like
laughter to the youth. He sighed, squinting against the afternoon rays to look
over at the group of girls standing not too far away. “Are you almost ready?”

“Just a minute, sweetie,” Anya called out to him, blowing him a kiss. Looking
over his body appraisingly, the girl turned back to the group, her eyes
sparkling. “I think he’s sweaty enough to start, don’t you?”

Cordelia looked over at her ex-boyfriend, trying to be discreet as she sized
up the amount of sweat trickling seductively over his bare, hard chest. She
knew he had to be hot, he had been standing there, with no shade or water, for
the better part of twenty minutes, waiting for the girls to ‘get ready’ to
start his first photo shoot for the calendar. They had actually been ready for
more than fifteen minutes, but Anya had decided actual sweat would look so much
better than spraying water on him.

So they waited…and waited…and waited. And finally, it was looking as if Xander
were hot enough to start trying to photograph.

“Yeah, we better start before the poor baby passes out from the heat,” Willow
snickered. Amazingly, she found herself enjoying the planning and execution of
Anya’s calendar idea. It had been relatively easy for the ex-demon to convince
Cordelia and Buffy to get their men to agree once the red head had jumped on
the bandwagon.

“Ok,” Anya snapped, getting down to business as she turned to face her
boyfriend. “Xander…we wanna see you sweat. We wanna to see you doing hard
labor.” She kicked at a shovel laying on the ground, sending it sprawling
towards the dark-haired young man. “Pick that up and dig. I wanna see muscles
rippling!”

“You want me to dig holes in my parents’ backyard so that you can take
photographs of me doing it?” Xander asked, unbelieving that they had made him
wait in the hot sun for something so simple. He bent down, the faded blue jeans
he was wearing molding against his body as he grabbed the shovel.

The girls held their breath as one, enjoying the sight of Xander bending over.
Sure, three of them were currently in relationships with someone other than the
goofy youth, but looking never hurt anyone. As he straightened, they found
themselves releasing the breaths they didn’t even know they were holding,
watching as his muscles tightened and contracted. Then he was looking at them,
his trademark goofy smile plastered across his face and the moment was gone.

The looks of lust in the eyes of three of his friends was almost Xander’s
undoing. There were four gorgeous women standing in front of him looking at him
like he was a piece of meat – and damnit, he liked it! He smiled at them,
slightly shy, mostly playful, and whispered in a husky voice, “Shall we get
started, ladies?”

“Whenever you’re ready, Xan,” Willow whispered, nibbling on her lower lip. It
had been a long time since she had seen her best friend sans shirt and she
could easily admit that he had matured greatly since then. She had been unaware
that he had been hiding such a great body underneath his everyday attire of
t-shirts.

Anya held the camera ready, snapping off a few shots of her lover as he
prepared to dig. She could always hang them in her apartment, after all, no
need to waste the opportunity. Finally he was in position and the first shovel
full of dirt went flying off to one corner of the backyard. The sound of
clicking filled the air as she snapped shot after shot, taking care to get the
absolute best angles to show off his chest and arms. She grinned, glancing back
at the other girls. They were all watching him with a mixture of lust and
admiration. “You can’t have him.”

“Don’t want him,” Cordelia laughed. “He’s all yours.” She saw Willow and
Buffy nod out of the corners of her eyes, knowing they agreed with her.

“Good.” The former demon smiled, turning her attention back to her
still-digging boyfriend, the camera returning to her eye. “Come on, baby! WORK
IT!!!”
 

** ** **

Willow glanced around the empty Bronze, wondering what kind of strings Anya
had to pull to get the place closed for the first few hours of the night. She
was glad of that, though. It would have been hard to finish up Xander’s last
solo shoot with a bunch of high school students dancing and fraternizing.

“I wish they’d hurry up,” Cordelia whined. “Angel should be up by now and I
want to get back to the hotel before he has a chance to run off with Spike
again.” The annoyance in her voice was clear. She had waited for over an hour
the night before for her boyfriend to return to their rooms only to find out he
had been with his childe talking about old times. It was nice that the two of
them were reacquainting themselves with each other, but they didn’t need to do
it on –her- time!

“Run off with Spike?” Buffy snickered. “You make it sound so sordid!”

The brunette grinned at the Slayer. “Well they –do- have history together, you
know. So maybe I worry a little sometimes, its only natural.”

“You mean you wouldn’t honestly like to see them together?” Willow asked
quietly. Her face darkened with embarrassment. Had she really just said that
out loud?

Cordelia grinned at the red head, taking note of the girl’s flustered state.
“See them together? Yes, I’d love to see it. Think about them off somewhere
screwing behind my back? Not a pretty thought.”

The witch smiled, leaning back in her chair. So Cordelia found the idea
intriguing? She would definitely have to pass that on to Spike. The idea of
them trying a little four-way action had already come up between her and her
bleached lover one night as she was trying to fall asleep and she had made it
clear that she wasn’t opposed to the thought. That it could even be fun to
explore the possibilities with Angel and Cordelia.
“Oh. My. God.” Cordelia gasped, her eyes glued to the figure approaching their
table from the shadows of the backstage area. Leather pants looked as if they
had been painted onto well-toned legs, dark boots sticking out from beneath
them. Her eyes raked over the midnight blue velvet shirt he was wearing,
unbuttoned. It flapped around him as he walked, a devilish smirk on his dark
features. “Xander….”

“You like?” Anya asked excitedly, taking her place at the table as she watched
her boyfriend stalk towards them.

“Let me guess…you got this idea from seeing Xander in my wish world, right?”
The former May Queen shuddered. She knew this wasn’t one of the vampires she
had met in that alternate reality but the way he was looking at them, the way
he was dressed, even the way he had his hair slicked back – it all just made
her think of the other Xander. The one that had been pure evil – a demon, even
if a damn sexy one.

“Uh huh,” Anya grinned. Her eyes were shining with desire as she watched her
lover stalk towards them. She had to admit the outfit looked damn good on him
and his entire attitude seemed to change the moment he put it on. Suddenly he
seemed to know exactly how sexy he was. The confidence was a turn on in itself.
The fact that he looked fine as hell didn’t hurt either. {Need to take pictures
then take him home for orgasms.} “Lets get this done, Xander and I have plans.”

“We do?” Xander purred, grinning down at the former demon as he took his place
at the table. His gaze swept the females surrounding him and he the looks of
lust in their eyes took him by surprise. He had known the outfit looked good on
him, but he hadn’t expected to have a table full of women drooling over him.
Looking into Anya’s lusty face with her slight smile and the not so subtle way
she licked her lips, he felt himself immediately spring into arousal. Tonight
would be his lucky night. “Oh yea, we do. Have plans, that is. Where do you
want me to stand for the photos?”

“Leaning against that wall over there,” Willow suggested, trying to kick the
thought of her best friend in sexy clothes out of her mind.

Anya tilted her head to the side, appraising the lighting on the other side of
the room. It would work. Enough shadows to make Xander seem just a little evil
and mysterious, but still enough light for the camera to focus. It would be
perfect. “Come on, Xander.”

Buffy watched as the couple made their way across the room, her mind reeling
with the knowledge that she had yet another sexy male friend to contend with.
She glanced around the room, her Slayer sense tingling. In the shadows near the
door she saw Angel, leaning near the doorframe, arms crossed, a brooding look
on his otherwise handsome face. His eyes met hers and he smiled, pushing off
of the wall and moving to the table with catlike ease.

Kissing Cordelia soundly on the lips, the vampire watched the scene across the
room with interest. “That’s an interesting choice of clothes. I never would
have pictured Xander as the leather and velvet type.” {Though it looks –very-
nice on him.} Chocolate eyes admired the way the leather encased his strong
legs, showing off well toned muscles he didn’t even know the boy had. It was
enough to make his demon howl with desire. As much as the soul loved Cordelia,
the demon had a thing for evil looking men.

And at that moment it loved Xander.

Cordelia smiled at her lover, knowing he was having a hard time keeping it
together. She knew all about how his demon loved to torment him. How it would
scream around men who it considered attractive. And she knew just how
attractive Xander would look to it at that moment. Dressed to kill, looking
like he just stepped out of her wish world. She didn’t mind that he liked to
look at other men occasionally – she was the one with the key to his heart.
“Isn’t he just ‘yum’?” She purred, her voice a soft whisper only he could hear.
 

The dark haired vampire nodded, licking his lips absently. Briefly he wondered
if he could seduce the dark haired youth into his bed for just one night, maybe
even bringing Cordelia along for the ride. It could be fun, after all. But
Anya wouldn’t go for that. Or if she did, she would want to be part of it – and
the thought of sleeping with the former vengeance demon just wasn’t one he
wanted to pursue. He watched as the boy leaned back against the wall, the light
creating shadows of darkness on his handsome features.

The former cheerleader looked around the table, happy to see that no one else
had noticed her lover’s momentary fixation on her former boyfriend. She smiled,
letting him get a good eyeful before grabbing his hard length under the table
through his pants and whispering, “Lets go back to the hotel and get that taken
care of, shall we?” She waited for him to nod before turning her attention back
to the drooling females at the table. “Night guys. We’re going back to the
hotel to get some sleep.”

Buffy nodded as Willow waved absently, neither of them taking their eyes from
the scene across the room. Who would have thought Xander was so captivating
under all those clothes. Willow pulled her eyes away from the shoot, calling
out to the rapidly retreating couple. “Tomorrow night, Delia. Don’t let him be
late.”

Cordelia grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Wills.”
 

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