October 2008
1,500 words
Written for the Daily Prompts at the OctoberFest.
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"Rules Of Passion"
Rupert had never been much for romance in the fiction he chose to read. On the other hand, he'd been told he was a romantic at heart in his personal relationships. It came as no shock to him that he decided to take Xander out to a quiet restaurant, the seduction subtle and refined.
It seemed to be a shock to Xander however, at ten past nine, when Rupert walked him to his door and kissed him, gently and quick, on the lips.
Back in his car, keys in the ignition, Rupert wondered if that had been a good shock or a bad one. Xander had been on the verge of inviting him in, of that Rupert was sure, but he'd walked away with a smile before the invitation could be uttered, Xander still standing motionless in the dim light of the street.
Passion could wait for confusion to dissipate.
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"Midnight Promise"
When Xander woke up the next morning, he pressed his fingers to his lips. He could still feel Giles' mouth ghosting his. Xander really, fuck really, hadn't seen it coming. He had a feeling it should have been obvious; when Giles had asked him to dinner, the smile in Giles' eyes alone...
But, as always, Xander hadn't seen it coming until Giles hit him over the head with a clue bat. He spent the whole day avoiding the Magic Box, Giles, and any conversation leading to the subject of Giles.
That night though, there was no chance of getting out of his duty, and Xander was there, ready for demon asskicking and absolutely not freaked out. Much.
It was just his luck that he ended up paired with Giles on cemetery patrol.
"About yesterday--" Xander started, then mentally kicked his head. Giles had turned around to stake a vampire.
"You were saying?" Giles brushed dust off his jacket.
Xander shrugged.
Giles stepped forward, close enough to Xander that he could feel warmth next to him. Giles cupped his cheek and forced him to look up. This kiss lasted just seconds longer than the last.
It promised so much more.
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"Surrender to Love"
Rupert hadn't planned this subtle seduction. He'd found himself, one ordinary day, looking at Xander and wondering if... The dinner invitation had been made on a whim, nothing more, and yet Rupert couldn't dream of abandoning this refined chase.
They had their work; patrol, research, Rupert's days spent in the Magic Box, Xander's at the construction site. This week he was overseeing the construction of a complex just ten minutes away from Rupert. It was so easy to pass by on his lunch hour, a coffee in one hand--for Xander--and lunch in the other--for himself.
Xander was proving a hard target to pin down, something of a challenge. Rupert was reveling in it, in the subtle smiles, the soft touches, Xander's hesitation that spoke more of uncertainty than outright disdain. Rupert wanted him to surrender, to whisper "Yes" the next time their lips brushed. Since the cemetery, Xander had seemed less awkward though not quite to the point of abandoning himself in Rupert's arms.
Their eyes locked and Xander's smile appeared, shy and deprecating, as if he was repeating in his head all the reasons Rupert could not be interested in him. Rupert had a yearning to wipe that look off his face with a kiss. This was not the place.
For now, Rupert had to be content with this; a smile, a glance, a touch, a hand squeezing his as he left the site for his own shop. They'd see each other later, and perhaps then...
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"No Gentle Love"
This wasn't like a date. Dinner had been a date, Xander was ready to admit that much. But this? Just him and Giles researching? Not a date.
About an hour later though, he had to admit it felt a lot less like work than like an excuse to be together, alone, without the threat of impending doom over their heads. Xander bit his lips in concentration and looked across the table at Giles. He had his nose in a book on--Xander leaned to the side so he could read--demons of the northern arctic circle, and seemed completely oblivious to Xander observing him.
Xander closed his book, startling Giles and not feeling guilty about it. "I think we should talk," he said.
"Are you sure that talking is what you want?"
Xander looked at him thoughtfully, then answered, "No. Actually, I got a better plan." He stood up and walked around to Giles, pulling him to his feet with a hand cupping his jaw. "I'm proud of this plan," he whispered, and pressed his mouth to Giles'.
It wasn't a gentle kiss, none of the chasteness of Giles' kisses to be found anywhere. Xander kissed hard, lips bruising lips and tongue darting out to play. He pushed Giles against the table, moaning when Giles' arms wrapped themselves around him, firm and there, holding Xander as close as possible.
The feeling of Giles' erection against his thigh startled Xander and he pulled back, panting, eyes darting down to see; he could make out the shape of it through the cotton of Giles' pants.
"Xander--"
Xander interrupted him, his hand sliding down to cup the hardness in his palm, pressing, stroking, every moan Giles made running down Xander's spine like liquid fire. "Yes," he whispered when Giles pushed back. "Yes."
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"Completely Yours"
So much for refined and subtle; it seemed that Rupert had been outwitted by his prey. He arched against Xander, reaching for his lips, kissing him as hard as he'd just been kissed. He let Xander be in control, let him unzip Rupert's fly and reach in, warm hand against boxer shorts, then slipping in, wrapping itself around Rupert's cock.
"Fuck," Xander groaned against Rupert's neck. "So big, so hard."
Rupert reached down to knead at Xander's ass. "All for you," he said, his voice low and hoarse and completely out of Rupert's control. "I've been thinking about this--"
"Fantasizing?" He gave an expert twist of his wrist.
Rupert wasn't sure what the question had been, but the answer was on his lips, "Yes."
"That's hot," Xander replied. His lips were on Rupert's neck now, ghosting the skin as if he wasn't sure anything more was allowed. "Fuck, that's hot."
Rupert decided to preach by example; he thrust into Xander's hand just as he leaned forward, mouth to Xander's skin, just below his ear, and sucked. Xander jerked against him, a moan stuck in his throat, his cock rubbing against Giles' thigh through layers of clothing. Rupert wanted to taste him. Just the though of it, of Xander's cock in his mouth--
He came, messy and hard, his come splattering on Xander's hand. "Xander," he whispered, still shuddering, pulling the boy even closer. "Oh, Xander."
Xander looked at him in wonder, and Rupert couldn't help but bend forward and kiss him again, sloppy and deep. He took advantage of Xander's inattention to reverse their position until Xander was the one with his ass pressed against the table, and Rupert's hand was pushing against a hard cock through soft worn pants. "Let me," Rupert whispered, his breath brushing against kiss bruised lips. He sank down to his knees.
"Oh, God," Xander muttered above him. "Giles."
"As I'm about to suck you off, Rupert will do." Rupert grinned and undid Xander's jeans, pulling both them and Xander's horrible yellow boxers down together. Xander's cock was perfectly lined up with his face, hard and already leaking, the enticing aroma hitting Rupert's nostrils. He reached out his tongue to taste.
"Fuck, fuck." Xander fingers were gripping the table, already white knuckled and straining. This wouldn't take long then.
Rupert wrapped a hand to the base of Xander's cock, stroking it slowly as he bent to take the head into his mouth. Slowly, everything done so slowly to savour this, the taste, the moans, the shudders every stroke brought in Xander. "So beautiful," Rupert whispered. He took the erection deeper into his mouth each time, pulling back to tease the head every few strokes, rewarded each time by a groan and a muttered curse.
"Rupert," Xander moaned, voice strained and tight. "Fuck, Rupert, I'm gonna--"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, but Rupert was ready; he took Xander into his mouth as far as he could and swallowed every drop, Xander arching and shuddering against him. The taste was acrid, yet sweet, a taste Rupert knew he could get used to.
He stood, ignoring his knees' protest, and gathered a still shivering Xander into his arms, both of them with pants undone, messy and yet uncaring. "Perhaps we should take this elsewhere?" Rupert was hoping for a yes, even just a nod, anything that would give him permission to take Xander to his car, and drive him to Rupert's flat, where a warm, soft bed waited next to a nightstand filled with the essentials.
Xander kissed Rupert's neck and murmured, "Yeah, okay."