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"Oh god," Xander groaned, head rolling back. "But I hate you. I do! I hate you!" he shouted, voice rising in disbelief.

"No. You don't."

"Yeah -ye-ohhh... No. No, I do. Ask anyone. Anyone at all. Ever. I do-fuck, Angel! Jesus!"

Angel smiled almost insignificantly. "You just thought you did."

"Oh my god," Xander whimpered, head lolling forward. "Fine," he breathed out. "Fine. Fine. Fine."

"Fine," Angel growled, then smiled proudly.