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Want ~ Giles/Xander ~ Part Two ~ NC17
Title: → Want
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
Parts: → 2/2
Rating: → NC17
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theladymerlin - any other mess ups are mine!
Summary: → Buffy and Willow are busy; Slayer Central and the Watcher Council is finished. Who wants a one-eyed carpenter around once all the building work has been done?
Graphics: Beautiful banner made bykatekat1010
Warning: → N/A
Still taken aback by Giles' outburst, Xander was speechless. He tried to take in everything that Giles was saying, but all he could hear was a list of failures the Scoobies had recovered from and he wondered if that was how Giles saw him – as a failure that they had to compensate for? He lowered his head in shame at the thought. His feelings for Giles were so mixed up anyway, and to hear the man basically say that he thought Xander was screwing up caused an ache in the region of his heart. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear what else Giles had to say.
Squaring his shoulders, he accepted that he owed Giles the respect of listening to what he had to say, no matter how painful he found it. He looked up, took a deep breath and waited.
“Xander, I have watched you grow up – from a gangly teenager to the man you are today. I have seen you change and grow and – the things you have suffered would have felled a lesser man but you always stood tall. I admire you more than I can ever express for those things alone. But lately – well I say lately, but actually for nearly over a year now – or rather close to 16 months but that might be an - “
“GILES!! You're babbling – you never babble. And you're scaring me. If this is leading up to you saying that you're dying or something - “ If there was something wrong with Giles, he just wouldn't survive. He needed Giles to be alright – even if he couldn't stay, knowing Giles was in the world was enough. And when exactly did Giles begin to mean so much to him?
“No, no. Good Lord, I'm making such a mess of this.” Giles reached and took his hand and Xander looked down at their joined hands. He could see the ink stains on Giles' hands, the calluses not marring the long, elegant fingers but enhancing them. This was not the hand of a man who simply stood by and sent other people into danger. This was the hand of a man who had fought by his side, had kept him alive on more than one occasion. The hand he wanted to feel - “Xander, I'm trying to tell you I have feelings for you.”
“Whu – what?!” For a moment, Xander was sure Giles had simply plucked the words out of his brain and he yanked his hand back in reaction, wincing as he saw the hurt on Giles' face. “Giles - “
“I'm so sorry. I have made you feel uncomfortable and that was never my intention. I just – I wanted to tell you - “
“Giles, I think I might be gay.”
It wasn't wishful thinking. Xander really had said that he thought he might be gay. To Giles. Whilst he was fumbling his way through his speech worse than the disaster when he was on the debating team at University and did a whole speech supporting the wrong viewpoint. Xander thought he might be gay. But what if he was expressing his feelings for someone else? What if he was merely seeing Giles as a father figure and looking for advice? What if -
“Or rather, I think I might be gay for you. Which isn't the same as being gay so much as being kinda Giles-centric if you get what I mean. And I can see how that might give you the wiggins cos you know, one-eyed, slightly over cuddly carpenter man so probably not what you would be wanting, which means it's actually a good time for me to go on that road trip and maybe stop off in Oxnard and see that bartender who - “
He hadn't meant to cut Xander off with a kiss. His body had simply taken over, leaned forward and his lips had taken Xander's mouth. His tongue was exploring and learning Xander's taste, and his heart was thumping with sheer joy, and his body was springing to attention like a teenager's faced with a porno magazine and oh, such bliss! Strong arms were coming around him and pulling him closer and Xander's expressive mouth opened sweetly and his tongue was tangling with Giles' and suddenly they didn't need words.
His body knew just how to move Xander so that they were lying along the leather couch and there was a puddle of red/black check landing on the floor next to a tweed jacket; glasses were lifted gently from his face and tossed to land on the mound of material before swiftly being covered by a cotton stone-coloured tee-shirt; strong, capable hands were working on the buttons of his shirt and he accepted the interruption of his examination of taut brown nipples simply because it meant more skin could touch more skin, and now even less words were needed. Although there were some words being murmured – by himself and by Xander...
“Want you – wanted you for so long....”
“I didn't realise – I just – looking at you I realised that - “
“Please don't go – don't leave....
“No! Won't – staying – oh God, Giles - “
And Giles remembered just why he hated jeans because these were made by the very devil, or at least a lesser demon because there were five buttons on them and each one resisted his fingers despite his muttered entreaties for them to release his prize. And now his fingers weren't working at all because a strong, warm hand had flicked open the button on his slacks and dived beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts and taken such a confident hold on his dick that he was speechless and breathless and unable to move for fear of ending this all too soon.
But the jeans buttons finally gave and he was able to reach in and release the throbbing hardness of Xander's cock, press it against his own so that suddenly there was nothing but the slip/slide of their dicks against each other. Eyes met as hips began to move until a rhythm was found that suited them both – the roughness of denim and the soft rub of cotton slacks a counterpoint to hot skin; the groove of a hip released for a hand to grasp and use to pull closer; teeth nibbling a plump lower lip as they glided against each other – feeling so smooth, so fine, so natural.
With a gentle hand, Giles lifted the patch away, halting the instinctive withdrawal, tugging Xander's chin back towards him. He laid gentle lips against the proof of Xander's bravery and commitment to the fight, the war wound that the man thought made him less but in everyone else's eyes made him so much more. A tear was caught as it slipped from a hazel eye naked with fear, desire and want and Giles was unable to hold back any longer.
Their kiss became fierce, tongues battling for supremacy as the movements of their hips became harder, faster, shoving against each other, grinding the soft skin of achingly hard cocks against each other. Soft grunts in rhythm with their movements, hands clutching hard enough to leave bruises as everything coalesced in a flurry of thrusts. Groans that could have been names, sighs that were entreaties for more, faster, harder as things built into a frenzy and like an electric shock they were thrown over the edge together, shaking and shuddering together in reaction.
A long while later, Giles stirred enough to move, grimacing at the feel of come sticking them together. Leaning backwards, Giles looked down at Xander, completely distracted from any discomfort, adoring the look on his lover's face. His eye were warm and hazy, his lips were swollen, puffy and a deep red but they were smiling. Xander was smiling up at Giles in a way that none of them had seen from him in months. It was a happy smile – it was the smile of someone who finally realised they were wanted and needed. And possibly, more than likely -
“Xander, I think I may well - “
“Love you.”
Slightly red-faced, distinctly embarrassed and uncomfortably aroused, they didn't look at each other as they sat side by side on the stairs.
“Do you think maybe we should tell them the door is open? They were kinda loud.”
“Ssssh!! We don't want them to know we're still in the house. You're meant to be on a plane and I should be in Uzbekistan. Besides, it was about time the two of them stopped being poopy heads and realised they were made for each other.”
“Right with you there, Will. Hey, does this mean I can go to Fashion Week now?”
“I would think Giles would say yes to anything about now.” They turned to each other and smiled, basking in the glow of a successful matchmaking attempt. Now all they had to do was get past the lovers without being seen........
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
Parts: → 2/2
Rating: → NC17
Beta: →
theladymerlin - any other mess ups are mine!Summary: → Buffy and Willow are busy; Slayer Central and the Watcher Council is finished. Who wants a one-eyed carpenter around once all the building work has been done?
Graphics: Beautiful banner made by
katekat1010Warning: → N/A
Still taken aback by Giles' outburst, Xander was speechless. He tried to take in everything that Giles was saying, but all he could hear was a list of failures the Scoobies had recovered from and he wondered if that was how Giles saw him – as a failure that they had to compensate for? He lowered his head in shame at the thought. His feelings for Giles were so mixed up anyway, and to hear the man basically say that he thought Xander was screwing up caused an ache in the region of his heart. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear what else Giles had to say.
Squaring his shoulders, he accepted that he owed Giles the respect of listening to what he had to say, no matter how painful he found it. He looked up, took a deep breath and waited.
“Xander, I have watched you grow up – from a gangly teenager to the man you are today. I have seen you change and grow and – the things you have suffered would have felled a lesser man but you always stood tall. I admire you more than I can ever express for those things alone. But lately – well I say lately, but actually for nearly over a year now – or rather close to 16 months but that might be an - “
“GILES!! You're babbling – you never babble. And you're scaring me. If this is leading up to you saying that you're dying or something - “ If there was something wrong with Giles, he just wouldn't survive. He needed Giles to be alright – even if he couldn't stay, knowing Giles was in the world was enough. And when exactly did Giles begin to mean so much to him?
“No, no. Good Lord, I'm making such a mess of this.” Giles reached and took his hand and Xander looked down at their joined hands. He could see the ink stains on Giles' hands, the calluses not marring the long, elegant fingers but enhancing them. This was not the hand of a man who simply stood by and sent other people into danger. This was the hand of a man who had fought by his side, had kept him alive on more than one occasion. The hand he wanted to feel - “Xander, I'm trying to tell you I have feelings for you.”
“Whu – what?!” For a moment, Xander was sure Giles had simply plucked the words out of his brain and he yanked his hand back in reaction, wincing as he saw the hurt on Giles' face. “Giles - “
“I'm so sorry. I have made you feel uncomfortable and that was never my intention. I just – I wanted to tell you - “
“Giles, I think I might be gay.”
It wasn't wishful thinking. Xander really had said that he thought he might be gay. To Giles. Whilst he was fumbling his way through his speech worse than the disaster when he was on the debating team at University and did a whole speech supporting the wrong viewpoint. Xander thought he might be gay. But what if he was expressing his feelings for someone else? What if he was merely seeing Giles as a father figure and looking for advice? What if -
“Or rather, I think I might be gay for you. Which isn't the same as being gay so much as being kinda Giles-centric if you get what I mean. And I can see how that might give you the wiggins cos you know, one-eyed, slightly over cuddly carpenter man so probably not what you would be wanting, which means it's actually a good time for me to go on that road trip and maybe stop off in Oxnard and see that bartender who - “
He hadn't meant to cut Xander off with a kiss. His body had simply taken over, leaned forward and his lips had taken Xander's mouth. His tongue was exploring and learning Xander's taste, and his heart was thumping with sheer joy, and his body was springing to attention like a teenager's faced with a porno magazine and oh, such bliss! Strong arms were coming around him and pulling him closer and Xander's expressive mouth opened sweetly and his tongue was tangling with Giles' and suddenly they didn't need words.
His body knew just how to move Xander so that they were lying along the leather couch and there was a puddle of red/black check landing on the floor next to a tweed jacket; glasses were lifted gently from his face and tossed to land on the mound of material before swiftly being covered by a cotton stone-coloured tee-shirt; strong, capable hands were working on the buttons of his shirt and he accepted the interruption of his examination of taut brown nipples simply because it meant more skin could touch more skin, and now even less words were needed. Although there were some words being murmured – by himself and by Xander...
“Want you – wanted you for so long....”
“I didn't realise – I just – looking at you I realised that - “
“Please don't go – don't leave....
“No! Won't – staying – oh God, Giles - “
And Giles remembered just why he hated jeans because these were made by the very devil, or at least a lesser demon because there were five buttons on them and each one resisted his fingers despite his muttered entreaties for them to release his prize. And now his fingers weren't working at all because a strong, warm hand had flicked open the button on his slacks and dived beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts and taken such a confident hold on his dick that he was speechless and breathless and unable to move for fear of ending this all too soon.
But the jeans buttons finally gave and he was able to reach in and release the throbbing hardness of Xander's cock, press it against his own so that suddenly there was nothing but the slip/slide of their dicks against each other. Eyes met as hips began to move until a rhythm was found that suited them both – the roughness of denim and the soft rub of cotton slacks a counterpoint to hot skin; the groove of a hip released for a hand to grasp and use to pull closer; teeth nibbling a plump lower lip as they glided against each other – feeling so smooth, so fine, so natural.
With a gentle hand, Giles lifted the patch away, halting the instinctive withdrawal, tugging Xander's chin back towards him. He laid gentle lips against the proof of Xander's bravery and commitment to the fight, the war wound that the man thought made him less but in everyone else's eyes made him so much more. A tear was caught as it slipped from a hazel eye naked with fear, desire and want and Giles was unable to hold back any longer.
Their kiss became fierce, tongues battling for supremacy as the movements of their hips became harder, faster, shoving against each other, grinding the soft skin of achingly hard cocks against each other. Soft grunts in rhythm with their movements, hands clutching hard enough to leave bruises as everything coalesced in a flurry of thrusts. Groans that could have been names, sighs that were entreaties for more, faster, harder as things built into a frenzy and like an electric shock they were thrown over the edge together, shaking and shuddering together in reaction.
A long while later, Giles stirred enough to move, grimacing at the feel of come sticking them together. Leaning backwards, Giles looked down at Xander, completely distracted from any discomfort, adoring the look on his lover's face. His eye were warm and hazy, his lips were swollen, puffy and a deep red but they were smiling. Xander was smiling up at Giles in a way that none of them had seen from him in months. It was a happy smile – it was the smile of someone who finally realised they were wanted and needed. And possibly, more than likely -
“Xander, I think I may well - “
“Love you.”
Slightly red-faced, distinctly embarrassed and uncomfortably aroused, they didn't look at each other as they sat side by side on the stairs.
“Do you think maybe we should tell them the door is open? They were kinda loud.”
“Ssssh!! We don't want them to know we're still in the house. You're meant to be on a plane and I should be in Uzbekistan. Besides, it was about time the two of them stopped being poopy heads and realised they were made for each other.”
“Right with you there, Will. Hey, does this mean I can go to Fashion Week now?”
“I would think Giles would say yes to anything about now.” They turned to each other and smiled, basking in the glow of a successful matchmaking attempt. Now all they had to do was get past the lovers without being seen........
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Well done sweetie! I loved this to bits. *hugs*
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Wonderful fic. Thank you so much. Also for those whicked girls :-))
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Then hot frottage - yummy!
"They were kind of loud" - *snigger* that's hilarious.
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This was so awesome, more please:D
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You are most welcome *hugs*
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Or hang around and watch, whatever suits.
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ALSO check out my 'Black Magic' icon
ONE problem ... I had to go back to the beginning of the story to figure out who was sitting on the stairs....I figured Willow was one but I wasn't sure.
and Xander's expressive mouth opened sweetly and his tongue
*sigh* OF COURSE Xander would have an expressive mouth....both with and without words.....
strong, capable hands were working on the buttons of his shirt and he accepted the interruption of his examination of taut brown nipples simply because it meant more skin could touch more skin, and now even less words were needed. in a word GUH
*sigh* so angsty and beautiful!!!
Re: ALSO check out my 'Black Magic' icon
I adore the icon -
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ROTF, LMAO. This has got to be my fav line in it.
Cute and hot. Nice combo.
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