September 24, 2006
4,574 words
Warnings: This is very dirty!bad!wrong. Xander is underage, and there'sdaddy!kink. Not for everyone.
Written for OtherPervert in the maleslashminis' Giles' round. Request found after the fic.
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Xander has no idea what he's doing here. It's past midnight on a Saturday, and he should be home, tucked into bed. That's what he told Buffy and Willow he was going to do. When he got home, though, Mom and Dad were still up. Xander stayed by the door for a minute, debating whether it was worth a fight to get in, or not. Then his father's voice rose from inside.
"Where's that no-good kid?"
Xander didn't even wait to hear his mom's answer. With a sigh, he turned on his heels and hurried away.
Which still doesn't explain why he's standing at Giles' door on a Saturday night, instead of at Willow's or Buffy's. It's not like he and Giles are close friends or anything.
Sure, there was that one time in Giles' office, but that was a huge mistake. Besides Giles has obviously forgotten all about that, because he never looks at Xander any more. Of course, Xander doesn't care if Giles looks at him or not because it was a mistake, and it can't ever happen again. Giles said so.
Xander remembers every second of that 'mistake', though; the sound of the
office door closing, and his own nervousness when Giles told him to kneel.
He didn't know what to make of that, but he did it just the same, because
it felt right. And then being on his knees and waiting,
looking up at Giles, and the look in his eyes so--Xander still doesn't
know how to qualify it; it felt like he was exactly where he should be.
Xander can't remember what had led to that point, him on his knees, but he remembers how he looked up and Giles was just watching him. Then Giles brushed his fingers through Xander's hair, slowly, deliberately. That simple touch sent shivers down Xander's spine. He moaned, and Giles looked out of breath all of a sudden.
On Giles' doorstep, Xander shifts from one foot to the other. He hasn't knocked, doesn't know what he will say when Giles answers the door. His hands stay at his sides, clenched. He can't stop the images of that first encounter, can't think of anything else but how Giles' fingers felt against his face, touching his lips.
"I suspect you would make a remarkable cocksucker," Giles said, and Xander remembers how shocked he was at hearing Giles talk like that. Not that it was unexpected, considering the position Xander was in, but still shocking. It's only the second thing Giles said after closing the door, and there was an edge of nervousness in his voice.
Yet, Xander felt a thrill go through his body, and even today, Xander feels it again, just at the thought of that voice and those words, and wanting. Wanting so much that when Giles asked, "Would you like to learn?" Xander just nodded and licked his lips.
"Good lad," Giles said, and then his fingers were gone and Giles was fumbling with his belt and pants.
Damn, Giles' cock was big and hard and leaking, and Xander had to taste. He licked the tip, his hands shaking as he tried to figure out what to do with them, before finally settling on Giles' hips. He knew he was going to do this wrong; first blowjob ever, and Xander was a bit intimidated, because Giles was so much bigger than him, and he just wanted to get it right. Giles wasn't saying anything though, so Xander took the head into his mouth, and sucked, blushing at the noise. Giles just smiled, and put his hands back on Xander's head, touching him, holding him as he started to fuck his mouth. Xander didn't move as Giles slid his cock in and out, showing Xander what he wanted.
The blowjob was sloppy, and there was drool all over Xander's chin, and he choked a few times, but it didn't matter, because it was good. So fucking good. Giles wasn't complaining or stopping either, so Xander was doing it right after all; Giles was moaning, caressing Xander's scalp, touching his neck and his cheeks, and-
"Good lad, such a good lad."
--and Xander came in his pants without even touching himself, both hands holding on to Giles' hips. Xander was still reeling from his orgasm when Giles came in his mouth. Xander tried to swallow, but some of it spilled on his chin, and Xander had never felt so dirty, so good, in his life. Giles pulled out, still panting, and he looked at Xander, his eyes clouded, and his whole body still shaking. There was a smile on his lips, and he was about to say something, but then-
"Xander? What are you doing out here at this hour?"
Xander is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't hear Giles' door opening,
and the voice startles him. "I--I--" He's hard and confused,
and he hasn't had time to think of a reason why he's here yet.
"Don't stand out there," Giles says, and his voice is low and soft. It makes Xander shiver, especially when Giles adds: "Come in."
Xander does, and finds himself in Giles' living room. He's never been here
before, but it smells like old books, and tea. It's a smell he's started
associating with Giles, and it's--
Comforting.
Xander sits on the edge of the couch, his hands clenched between his knees; he's looking down. He's still trying to figure out why he's here, and not at Willow's. That's where he usually goes when his parents are in that kind of mood; it's less of a mess if he just doesn't show up before the next morning anyway.
But here he is, and Giles is sitting down, and Xander can feel him staring.
"Why are you here?" Giles asks.
It's what Xander's been afraid Giles would ask. He really doesn't know, especially after what happened last time, when Giles gave him the speech about how it couldn't ever happen again, and he was so very sorry, and blah blah blah...
When Giles touches his knee, Xander leaps to his feet and runs a hand through his hair. He's shaking, and still hard; it makes walking a little awkward, but he's a teenage boy, and he's got practice in the 'walking with a hard-on' department. It's one of the few things he's really good at.
"I-I don't know why I'm here. I shouldn't be here. I need to go." The door isn't that far away. Xander starts heading over there, but Giles' hand on his arm stops him.
"Sit down."
It isn't quite an order, but Xander does it anyway: sits back down on the couch in the exact same place he was, with his hands clenched between his knees. There's a moment of silence; Xander just waits for Giles to speak, because he doesn't know what to say.
"I think I know why you're here." Giles' voice is stern, and Xander's cock throbs. He can't stand this, so he turns and looks at Giles. Giles touches his knee again, and Xander runs his tongue across his lips, because he thinks he knows what's coming.
Giles' hand moves up and down Xander's thigh, slowly, and softly, soothing. Xander's heart races, and he's starting to pant. His whole body is tense, and God, he wants this. Wants Giles.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," Giles whispers. Then his lips are on Xander's, and they're kissing.
Damn, Giles can kiss. God.
Giles' tongue coaxes Xander's lips open, and Xander happily lets Giles in, following his lead, letting Giles silently dictate to him what to do. Xander moans; he can't help it. Giles' hand is on his cock, squeezing, and Xander figures he must be in heaven now. There's no way Giles would be doing this otherwise. Not after that speech.
Giles pulls away, his hand letting go of Xander's crotch and coming up to cup his cheek. "There are a million reasons why this shouldn't happen, Xander," he whispers, his lips barely an inch away from Xander's. "I need to know you are-that you are aware of them."
Xander nods. So many reasons that could get Giles arrested and deported, and for a moment Xander seriously thinks about moving out of Giles' arms, because he doesn't think he could bear to see Giles taken away like that. Not when they have to protect the world from evil. Xander isn't worth that.
Xander can't really read Giles' expression, he's never been good at that, but he's pretty sure Giles doesn't want Xander to leave. That's a bit of a surprise, and there's even a smile on Giles' face now; a small one, soft, and-almost-loving.
"I know," Xander finally answers. "But I want to be right here. Can I?"
Giles' smile brightens, and his lips are back against Xander's, and this is the best feeling in the world. "You have to promise me," Giles whispers. "This is our secret, Xander. If anyone learns about this-"
"I get it," Xander whispers back, his hands coming up to touch Giles' arms.
It's the biggest secret Xander's ever going to keep, but it'll be worth it. He won't even worry about lying to his friends, because they can't know, and that's that. Maybe when Xander turns eighteen, they can tell them. The girls will be angry, but if Xander and Giles are still together then-which Xander doubts, but he can hope, right?-then they'll understand.
He really should keep his mind focused on the here and now, though, because Giles is kissing him again, and Xander hadn't even realized it. He does now, and he responds to it, his whole body arching towards Giles, silently asking for more, Giles is holding off, though; his hands aren't moving, and his eyes are closed. Xander closes his, too, letting the kiss overwhelm him and his senses. Nothing else matters.
"Let me take you to bed."
Giles' voice is almost too much for Xander. There's just something about his accent that makes Xander hard instantly, and with all the other stimulation-be it from his imagination, or Giles' actions-it's almost enough to make Xander come right there. "God, yes," Xander groans.
He waits for Giles to stand, and then Giles helps him up. They move upstairs to Giles' loft, and Xander just stands there, facing the bed. It's a big bed. Xander's never slept in a bed quite that big. He's never slept with someone else before.
Giles takes his hand and leads him towards the bed. He sits on the edge of it and pulls Xander between his knees. "Let's get these clothes off of you now, shall we?"
Xander blushes. He's thought about being naked with Giles ever since that one time-there were dreams, really good ones-but no one's ever seen him completely naked, and he's always been just a little embarrassed about his body.
"If you aren't sure about this, Xander," Giles murmurs, looking up at Xander. "We can stop."
"No," Xander says, touching Giles' cheek. "I'm okay."
"If you want to stop, at any time, we stop. Nothing happens tonight that you do not want to happen, all right?"
"Yes. I want this, Giles."
Giles smiles then, and kisses the side of Xander's jaw. "Good."
The shirt goes first, pulled over his head and thrown to the floor. Then Giles orders Xander to take off his shoes and socks, and Xander does, coming back right after to stand between Giles' legs. He's wearing only his jeans and his boxer shorts, and Giles is already looking at him with lust in his eyes. Xander's sure his whole body is red by now.
"You are gorgeous," Giles says, his hands coming up to rest on Xander's hips. He looks up and Xander hooks his arms around Giles' neck. Their eyes lock, and Xander leans down, pressing their lips together again. It's a soft kiss, no tongue, but Xander can feel himself get more confident by the second. Giles' hands move to Xander's belt, and soon it's on the floor with the rest of Xander's clothing. Fingers fumbling on Xander's fly, pulling it down, then reaching in, caressing his cock through the fabric of his boxers, and Xander has to break the kiss to moan.
There's a moment where nothing happens. Both of them are still, looking down at Xander's crotch. The only sound in the room is their breathing.
Then Giles pulls Xander's jeans down, taking the boxers with it. Xander is exposed now, his cock so hard it's almost touching his stomach. Giles has him toss the pants and boxers away, and then he pulls Xander back into position, his hands sliding to Xander's back and resting just above his ass.
Xander is bracing himself on Giles' shoulders, just waiting for Giles to tell him what to do. Giles doesn't say anything, but then there's something wet against Xander's cock. Even if Giles' head is blocking his view, Xander's pretty sure it's a tongue, and-oh God-Giles is tasting him. Wet, and hot, and it's surrounding his cock now, and-God!-Giles is sucking, and it's so fucking good. Xander can't stop the sounds that are coming out of his mouth now: moans and groans and *God*.
Giles just keeps sucking harder, taking more of Xander's cock into his mouth, and Xander isn't going to last. He thinks he says so, but maybe Giles doesn't hear him, because he doesn't stop. And in a second it doesn't matter, because Xander is coming, and Giles is swallowing, and Xander thinks he might be dying.
He's still shuddering when Giles pulls away, and it's a good thing Giles' hands are holding him up, because his knees and legs feel like jelly. Giles looks up, licking a stray drop of come from his lips, and he stands, kissing Xander. It takes Xander a moment to realize that the weird taste on Giles' tongue is himself, and when he does, he shivers and deepens the kiss, because it's just the hottest thing ever.
Giles pulls away slightly and turns them around, pushing Xander down to lie down on the bed. "I want you to stay still," he says.
Xander moves to the center of the bed, and then stops moving, staring at the ceiling, just waiting for Giles to join him. It takes a while, and Xander understands why when Giles crawls onto the bed, and Xander turns to him. He's completely naked, and Xander can't take his eyes away.
"Do you like what you see?" Giles asks. His tone is teasing, almost playful, and Xander loves the smile on Giles' face. It makes him look so much younger; Xander wishes he could see Giles smile all the time.
"Yes," Xander says. He reaches out a hand to touch Giles' skin, but Giles stops him and pulls his hand away.
"I believe I told you to stay still."
Stern voice, and if Xander hadn't just come harder than ever, he would be getting hard again. His cock twitches, and Xander moans. "Yes," he whispers, his mouth dry.
Giles leans over him, bracing himself on either side of Xander and bringing his mouth down to Xander's ear. "Can you do something for me?"
"Yes." Anything, he'd do anything at this point to get Giles to touch him.
"I'd like you to call me 'Daddy'," Giles whispers. "Do you think you can do that?"
Oh. God. Xander thinks he's stepped into the Twilight Zone, because there's no way this isn't wrong, and yet he's hard again, and yes, God, yes, he wants this. He had no idea he wanted it before, but now that Giles has asked, Xander has no doubt. "Yes, please, Daddy." It comes out almost as a croak, and Xander closes his eyes. It's a little bit humiliating, but he likes how it sounds.
"Bloody hell," Giles says, his breath heavy and fast against Xander's neck. "That's a good lad."
Xander loves it when Giles says that, wants to arch against him, get some friction on his already aching cock, but he doesn't move. He's a good boy, Giles' good boy, and he's going to follow Giles' orders, and stay right where he is until Giles decides to touch him. Xander wants so many things to happen that he can't think straight. He wants to let Giles do the thinking, wants Giles to take complete control. It's a little bit frightening, but at the same time, Xander feels safe. Right here, with Giles' body over him, making it impossible for Xander to move away, Xander feels safer than he's ever felt. "Please."
"Yes, love, don't worry," Giles murmurs. "Let Daddy take care of you."
Xander only nods, and Giles starts kissing down Xander's throat, slowly, like he's mapping every inch of Xander's skin with his mouth, and it feels so good. Giles' mouth latches onto a nipple, and Xander moans; he had no idea this could feel so good. Giles moves to the other one, sucking and licking, and then back up Xander's chest to the other side of his neck, and then his mouth. The kiss is long, and the feeling of Giles' tongue sliding against his, and his hands caressing every inch of his body make Xander's head spin; Xander can't stop the moans from coming, and Giles slides his hands around Xander's back to cup his ass.
"I want to be inside you," he says, tightening his grip, leaving Xander with no doubt at all about what he means.
Xander isn't an idiot; he knows what Giles wants. He's thought about this before, but he's still not sure about it. He tried with his fingers, and it wasn't all that comfortable. Giles knows what he's doing, though, and Xander nods. If he doesn't like it, Giles will stop. Xander hangs on to that thought, because he wants to try. It's way clear from Giles' tone that he really, really, wants this, and Xander wants to give it to him.
"Yes, daddy," Xander finally says, his voice low and uncertain.
"We can stop this at any time, Xander," Giles says, his tone suddenly taking a more serious edge. He stops moving for a moment, and looks directly into Xander's eyes.
"I know. I want this. Want you. I just-I've never done this before."
Giles looks amused now, and Xander feels like an idiot, because Giles knows that. Giles isn't laughing though; he's just touching Xander, and kissing him, and Xander can't stop himself from latching onto Giles' shoulder, holding him close. Feeling Giles' skin, his whole body against his own, Xander is overwhelmed.
"I'll be gentle, I promise," Giles whispers, his hands going back around to grab Xander's ass.
Xander's cock is throbbing by now, begging to be touched. Giles skips it, though, moves his hands to caress Xander's inner thighs, grabbing onto the back and pulling them apart. He sits on his heels, and Xander looks at him through clouded eyes. He's so far gone already; he thinks maybe he won't feel anything but pleasure no matter what anyway. Giles fumbles into the nightstand drawer for a moment, but Xander doesn't look, because Giles' other hand is moving closer and closer to Xander's cock, brushing his balls, and then taking them, rolling them in his palm.
Giles moves a little, and then the hand is taken away, but before Xander comes out of his haze long enough to protest, it's back, and there's another finger against his hole. Xander's whole body tightens.
"Shhh," Giles murmurs, leaning down and kissing Xander softly. "It's okay, love, be a good boy."
The hand that was holding Xander's balls moves up and wraps around his cock, and Xander throws his head back, moaning loudly, as the finger breaches him. Xander tenses again, and the finger stops moving. It feels awkward, but not as awkward as Xander's fingers had felt; he starts relaxing, and Giles pushes the finger just a little bit further inside. He stops moving again when Xander groans, focusing on the hand now wrapped around Xander's cock. Giles starts stroking, up and down, hand tight on Xander's erection.
It's all the distraction Xander needs; next thing he knows, the finger is all the way in, and Giles starts pulling it out, and then back in again. Xander wants to pull away, but Giles' hold on his cock stops him, and suddenly, it's not awkward any longer. There's a bit of pain, but it still feels good, and Xander pushes back against Giles' hand.
"Good lad," Giles groans.
Xander has to look at him now, because Giles sounds breathless. And sure enough, Giles is panting, his eyes never leaving Xander's body. He licks his lips, and when he looks at Xander's face, there's so much lust in his eyes, that Xander moans, widening his legs.
Two fingers, and then three, and Giles hits something inside Xander that has him seeing sparks, and Xander has to feel that again. And he does, again and again, as Giles thrusts his fingers faster and deeper and Xander wants more.
"Yes, Xander, such a good lad for Daddy."
"More, please, Daddy," Xander whimpers, and Giles pulls his fingers away. That's not what Xander wanted, but it's too late now.
"Turn onto your stomach," Giles says sternly.
Xander obeys.
"Hands and knees."
He pulls his knees under himself, lifting his ass up in the air, but he keeps his head on the pillow, turned back to watch Giles from the corner of his eye. "Like this, Daddy?"
"Perfect," Giles answers, breathless.
Xander can barely see him, but then his hands are on Xander's ass, and Xander can feel him, and that's almost as good as seeing. A squeeze, and then there's something against his hole, something bigger and harder than Giles' fingers. It's pushing in, and Giles' hands are moving across Xander's back, massaging his shoulders.
"Shush, love," Giles whispers. "It's okay; just let me in."
Xander lets Giles' voice wash over him, and he takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "Okay." He bites his lower lip, and Giles' cock breaches him. It hurts. It really hurts, but Giles pulls back, and puts his fingers in again instead, moving them fast inside until Xander can't think. Then the fingers are gone, replaced almost immediately by Giles' cock.
It's easier this time, and the pain isn't as bad, and soon, Giles is buried inside Xander's body. "Such a good lad, so tight, so very tight around Daddy's cock."
Giles is taking his virginity. Right now, right here, Xander isn't a virgin anymore, because Giles is inside him, and he's going to move, and Xander can't think of anyone else he'd rather do this with. "Yes, daddy," he groans, pushing back against Giles. It's painful, but not overwhelmingly so, and he really wants to feel Giles move. Wants Giles to fuck him. "Please."
Giles starts to move then, pulling out and then thrusting back in with agonizing slowness, but Xander is thankful for it. The pain isn't gone, but it's slowly but surely shifting into pleasure. Then he picks up speed, his hands now tight on Xander's hips, and it feels so good, so amazing. Giles shifts slightly, pulling Xander closer; his cock slides in deeper and hits that place inside him again, the place that makes Xander sees stars.
The pain is gone now, and Xander is covered in sweat, moving back against Giles' body with each thrust and doing his best to match Giles' rhythm. "Daddy, Daddy," he chants, clenching his hands on the pillow to stop himself from reaching between his legs to touch himself. His cock is aching, but Giles hasn't told him he can yet.
"Such a good, obedient lad," Giles says; he must have guessed what Xander was thinking, because he's leaning down against Xander's back and whispering in his ear. "Touch yourself for me, I want to see you."
Xander doesn't waste time; he wraps his hand around his erection. He buries his head into the pillow, crying out as Giles slides deeper still, and it's too much; he can come from this. He tightens his hand and start stroking; he can't stay still. He doesn't know if he's allowed to come, but he doesn't think he could stop even if he wanted to. Giles thrusts in again, and there are stars; Giles groans, and Xander's ears are buzzing. It doesn't take long. Just a few pulls, and he's crying out, spilling himself on the sheets, and Giles' hand is on his almost immediately, milking the last of his orgasm out of him.
"Bloody hell," Giles groans, his breath tickling Xander's ear.
Every inch of Xander's body is shaking, and he can barely stay on his knees. Giles starts moving again, faster and harder, and then he pulls out. There's a sound that could be a condom being pulled off, but Xander's too far gone to look; and then, the sound of a hand moving fast on slick flesh. One of Giles' hands comes up, holding tight to Xander's hip, holding him still, and then he groans. There's something wet falling on Xander's lower back and on his ass cheeks, and his cock throbs as he realizes Giles just came on him. The thought and feel of it, and the sounds Giles is making, are almost enough for Xander to come again, but the throbbing is all his cock can give anymore.
Giles slowly releases his hip, and Xander slumps down on the bed, still reeling from the pleasure. "Thank you, Daddy," Xander whispers. He turns his head to the side and watches Giles. He's smiling, still shaking from his own orgasm, and Xander doesn't think he's ever seen anything as gorgeous as Giles looks right now. Giles throws the condom in the garbage can and puts the lube back in the drawer, and then he's lying down by Xander's side, pulling him close to his chest.
"You are a delight, Xander," Giles whispers, wrapping his arms around Xander's torso.
Xander blushes and leans his head against Giles' shoulder. He kisses the side of Giles' neck and sighs. "Why me?" He doesn't really know why he's asking this, but it feels pretty incredible to him that Giles, of all people, would want him like this.
"Because," Giles begins, his fingers threading through Xander's hair. "You are so brave, Xander, so very brave. I admire that deeply." Giles stops and licks his lips. "I've-I've the feeling I'm slowly falling in love with you. The feeling is quite maddening, I have to say."
Xander breathes in deeply, and it's like he's breathing the words themselves. "Me too, the same; with the scary and the other thing. With you."
Giles kisses his forehead but doesn't say anything else. He doesn't need to, because Xander understands all the words that aren't spoken. And maybe it's wrong, and maybe it's not supposed to happen now or this exact way. It doesn't really matter, because this is what Xander needs. This is what he wants.
Giles' arms tighten when Xander yawns. "Sleep, we can talk about it all in the morning."
Xander is too tired to argue. He closes his eyes and pushes his thoughts away. There'll be time tomorrow morning. For now, he'll enjoy Giles' strong arms holding him as he sleeps.
Male character they want paired with Giles: Xander
Things they want in the fic: Daddy!Kink, Xander seasons 1-3 or 4, snuggling (strange combo, no?)
Things they *don't* want in the fic: Angst, any of the girls
Preferred rating: NC-17 but I'll take anything with snuggling.