I have it said before, but I’ll say it again: I don’t own anything you recognise, I probably do own everything you don't recognise and I’m not making any profit from this story.
‘Buffy: the Vampire Slayer’ belongs to Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox and others. And I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m not J.K. Rowling nor am I the company Warner Bros. This means I don’t own ‘Harry Potter’. Because if I did, I would have done things very differently. Such as not killing Fred. *glares at J.K. Rowling*Crossover:
Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter.Pairing:
FR13, because I mention a male/male/male pairing and they give each other a kiss.Sequel to:
Love Is ... Getting over Nerves.Spoilers:
Well, Fred didn’t die, George is gorgeous as ever and Xander is a Slayers and Watchers’ Council representative with two eyes. It’s mostly my own crossover universe.Summary:
Who knew inventions could lead to, well, all of this? Fourth story in the “Love Is ...” series.
“talking”time and/or placeemphasisStory: Love Is ... Inventing TogetherChapter One:Xander's Home, July 3rd
At three pm on the third of July, George and Fred were standing in the garden of Xander’s house, staring in wonder at the large mansion that loomed in front of them.
Xander had started to smile broadly the minute he noticed that George and Fred were standing stock-still in his garden, gaping in admiration at his place.
‘There’s just something about these guys that makes me all happy and giggly — like a girl. Oh god, did I only think that or did I say it aloud?!’ Not noticing anything different in their reactions, Xander heaved a relieved sigh. ‘Thank god, I only thought it.’
“Guys, come on, there's no need to stare. It’s plain rude and the house really
doesn’t like it when someone does so. She’s got a problem with certain people and rude ones are definitely at the top of her list.”
George looked strangely at Xander when he heard him say that. “The house doesn’t like it? Mate, it’s a house and not a person. Houses can't like
Fred snorted when he heard his brother say that. ‘He’s got a point there.’
“Why can't you believe that my house is sentient? Your ex-school — it's called Hogwarts, right? — is sentient; so why can’t this house be sentient too?” Xander asked, a deep frown forming on his face after what George had said to him about his home.
George and Fred exchanged a shocked look and then turned back to look at Xander.
“You really mean it, Xander? Your house is sentient? For real?” Fred asked suspiciously.
‘It can’t be. Can this be true? Can it be possible that Hogwarts isn’t the only sentient place in the UK?’ George thought.
“Of course I mean it. You didn’t honestly think that Hogwarts was the only building of its kind, did you? Oh god, you did, didn't you? Guys, how narrow-minded of you.”
Fred and George both looked down, biting their lips, as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing.
Xander stared disapprovingly — and disbelievingly — at the both of them. He shook his head and sighed. “Well, guess I’ll have to introduce the two of you then. Fred, George, meet Rose. Her full name is actually Rose Cottage, but as you can see, it can hardly be called a cottage. It has become more of a —”
“It’s a mansion,” George breathed near-silent, still looking in awe at the place in question.
Xander grinned. “Yes, a mansion. Thank you, George, for that lovely answer. She likes being called Rose, though. Could you do me a favour, please? Be nice around her when you're here. If you treat her well, she will treat you well. And as I have to live here . . . Well, you’d better not ruin things for me; that’s all I’m gonna say of it.”
Xander was trying to explain things clearly to them, but by the looks on their faces, Fred and George were still hung up on the fact that his house was actually more of a mansion instead of being a more normal house. Not to mention that his house was sentient.
‘Yup, not normal.’ He felt Rose react to his thoughts and smiled. ‘Aw, hell, who needs normal when you could have this, right?’
Deciding to get started on what they had come here for — namely working on the cars for the Slayers — Xander began to walk towards his garage, while George and Fred scrambled to follow him closely.
“Come on, guys, I’ll show you two the garage. That’s where we’re going to be spending most of our time while we're working on the cars. I’ll give you the grand tour of the house and the grounds later. Maybe while we're taking a break from our hard work or something.”
‘Time to start working on our cars. I hope that they will like what I’ve gotten them,’ he thought while walking towards the garage. Opening the big sliding door on the right side of the building, Xander led the twins inside.
Three cars with stained white sheets thrown over them were standing in a neat line, one next to the other in each of the three bays. Tool chests and work benches covered the entire wall in the back of the garage and ceiling-high planks with necessary odds and bits were nailed to the wall on the left side. Large skylights let in the natural light, while lamps were hanging from the high beams that covered the entire ceiling.
“I got us three cars to work on; one for each of us. I want us to test out everything on these first and after that we will start to work on the vehicles that the people from the Slayers and Watchers’ Council are going to be driving until they wreck them. And yes, you will both be taking your car home. No arguments about that are wanted or needed. You’ll be wasting your breath doing that.”
Xander grinned at a protesting George and Fred and started to walk towards his car. “Just see them as your payment for helping me. Now, help me pull off the sheets covering them,” Xander told the both of them while starting to rip off the sheet which had been covering the car on the far side of the garage.
George and Fred hastily did what they had been told. They turned a shocked look on Xander when the car that they were each going to be working on turned out to be a 1995 Toyota Supra Turbo.
“The seating capacity is four in case someone wants a ride with you two and the horsepower of one of these is 320,” Xander said proudly, grinning broadly. “What do you think about this? Go on, tell me that I have chosen wisely.”
Fred looked at George and George looked at Fred. They both nodded in agreement at the wordless question they saw in the other's eyes and started sidling closer to Xander who was still beaming proudly. He didn’t see them coming as he had been looking at the cars and not them. Until they pounced, that was. My, did he notice them pouncing.
While Fred started to kiss his neck, George began to attack Xander's mouth with his own. And Xander? He went along with it without giving them a hard time. Why? Because he wanted this as much as the twins apparently did and because it had been a long time since he had gotten to kiss anyone
; let alone two such good look young men who were all his.
After an extremely long — and exceptionally satisfying kiss — both George and Xander stopped kissing at the same time, because breathing? That wasn't optional for them. Vampires they were not. George and Fred looked at each other over Xander’s shoulder and they switched places before Xander could gather enough brain cells to protest. If he would have been inclined to protest, that was.
While being kissed by Fred, Xander started to catalogue the difference between the kisses of the two brothers.
‘George is definitely the more aggressive kisser of the two. And Fred really has a thing for lightly biting whatever his mouth comes across. But do I really mind? No, not really.’
And with that, Xander happily went back to giving Fred his full attention and enjoying what George was doing to the back of his neck and the upper part of his shoulders.
As soon as Fred and Xander had to stop kissing in order to breathe, Xander took a small step away from both twins; an expertly executed shimmy sideways took him away from where he had been sandwiched between George and Fred.
“Guys, if we want to work on these cars today, we’ll have to take a break from the kissing. Because with you two kissing me, I’m heading rapidly down the path of: screw work and where are the lube and the condoms? And as much I would enjoy that, we really need to start working on these cars,” Xander said, sounding slightly breathless.
‘Condoms?’ Fred thought. He shook his head. ‘Enough time to ask Xander about that later.’ With that he turned his attention to his laughing twin.
“You have a very good point, Xander, but that doesn’t mean that we have to like it. How about a three-way date tonight? A real date this time — unlike before when neither of us was sure if we were just friends or if we were becoming something more. A date tonight to make it up to us that we had to stop kissing today?” George asked with a small smile.
“I think that I could be up for that. I should probably tell you two that I don’t sleep with someone on the first date. Or even the second, third, fourth or fifth. It’s one of the few rules that I never — as in ever
— break,” Xander told them with a wink in their direction. He started to walk towards his car-to-be; all the time jauntily whistling a cheerful tune.
Totally shocked, George and Fred looked at Xander’s retreating back. They were too stunned by what he had said to do anything but stand there gaping.
“No way! You can't mean that, Xander. We’re already dying here and you want to make us wait?!” they asked outraged. “Xander? Don’t you dare to walk away from us. Xander?! Answer us, Xander!”
Looking at each other, George and Fred nodded at the same time. Their Xander was just asking for trouble. It had become apparent to them that they would have to bring out the big guns if they wanted to get an answer to their question. This meant war — or in this case, a tickle attack.End Chapter One.A/N:
Now a revised and in some parts rewritten chapter. It also received a final edit. I had already started to do this before I received a nomination for this series.
I really want to thank all my reviewers. I’m so glad that the pairing is something others are interested in. Personally, I've never read a story with this pairing, which I think is a shame as this pairing could totally work. That’s not to say that there aren’t any with this pairing. I just haven’t found any good ones, apparently.
Also, those of you who are simply reading or tracking this story: thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it and I hope you'll continue to enjoy it.
Anyway, as always, reviews are welcomed. Be they of the you've-done-well or the I-noticed-a-spelling-mistake kind. Flames — as in personal attacks — will be used to warm my room in the evening, however. So, don't bother with them.