Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 3

Chester leaned into Xander, kissing his lips. "Later, lover."

Xander gulped. What must Buffy think of him? he wondered. Nodding to Chester, he whispered, "Yeah, later."

Chester smiled at his discomfort, kissed him again, harder, and added, "Love you."

"Yeah, me, too," Xander managed to mumble.

Collecting his clothing from the chair in which he'd deposited it, Chester drew on his slacks, not bothering with his underwear, and pulled on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned to reveal his broad, deep chest and his tight, rippling abs. He strolled toward Buffy. As he came abreast of her, he said, "Remember, he's mine, Blondie."

After Chester had ascended the stairs and they were alone together, Xander glanced at Buffy. "I'm sorry, Buff," he said sheepishly.

"For what?" she replied, intending her response to sound casual. Instead, it sounded artificial.

"I should have told you I'm bisexual. I should have told Willow, too."

"No big," Buffy lied. She changed the subject. "Speaking of Will, have you seen her?"

"No."

Buffy frowned.

"Should I have?" Xander asked.

"The mangy manager of the motel where she's staying said she was coming to your house."

Xander was glad Willow hadn't walked in on him and Chester. It was bad enough that Buffy had. "Well, she hasn't been here," he assured Buffy. "I've been here all day." The thought of himself in bed with Chester, fucking him, made Xander blush again. Despite his extreme discomfort, he stared into the Slayer's eyes. "About what happened here, Buffy-can it be our secret? I'm very comfortable living in the closet, and-"

"Closet? I thought you lived in your parents' basement," Buffy joked.

He looked somewhat relieved. "Thanks, Buffy."

Poor Xander, she thought. He looked devastated. It must be really hard to have one of your best friends discover such a secret about you. "You okay?"