December 10, 2006
5,218 words
Warnings: daddy!kink, spanking, references to underage sex, Xander is still in high school.
Follows Les Amours Défendus. Written for rabid_x in the Giles/Xander No One Knows Ficathon. Request found after the fic.
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Xander digs into his pocket, quickly finding the key, and unlocks the door to Giles' apartment. It's new, the key thing. Giles only gave it to him this morning, and they've been together for over a year now. Well, together's a strong word, because nobody knows, not even Buffy or Willow.
They spend every moment they can together, so that has to amount to something. Oh, and the sex, can't forget the sex. There's a lot of it. Giles is like, Xander's mentor, he loves teaching Xander things, sex-things, and Xander loves to learn. He's a much better student at this than anything else. And he doesn't care what others would think about it, because it feels right. The only reason they never told anyone is because before today, Xander wasn't eighteen yet.
That's why he didn't have a key before, either. Or why he never stays two nights in a row or, you know, two nights in the same week, and never the same night every week. Sometimes they have to go two or three weeks without sleeping together, just so nobody notices anything weird. Xander's pretty sure they didn't fool Willow, because she gave him a weird look at lunch today, but then again, Xander had been acting weirder than usual. Excited. It's not the first time Willow's looked at him like that, though. That's why Xander's pretty sure she figured it out, even if she's never said anything.
In exactly thirty-three minutes-since Xander was born at 5:42 PM--he'll be eighteen, and it won't matter. Giles already told him that the girls can know, if Xander's sure they won't freak out. And Xander is sure. They were very supportive when he told them he was gay. Willow even gave him books, and Buffy started talking about every guy crush she'd ever had and asking his opinion, which had been weird, but you know, nice too.
And they like Giles. A lot. With Wesley around, it's so easy to see just how much they like Giles. So it's not like Xander is going to tell them he's with an older man they don't like.
Still scary, no matter how Xander tries to think about it in his head, and despite the fact that he's now old enough to shout it from the rooftop if he wants to. Which he doesn't, because that would be even weirder.
Except it kinda sounds like fun.
But he's not going to do it. Nope, no matter how fun it might sound, shouting anything from the rooftop is not in his plans for the day. Xander did something in the library, and Giles ordered him to go back to the apartment and wait for him there. So that's what Xander's doing.
He opens the door, finally, the anxiety pushing him to babble inside his head more than he should. He knows he did something wrong today, disobeyed Giles and managed to piss him off. On his own birthday, no less. It's not the first time Xander has pissed Giles off; it happens sometimes, and Giles--
Well, Giles punishes him. Except Xander likes being punished the way Giles does it. He probably shouldn't, but he does. He remembers how it feels when Giles' hand slams down on his ass, and Xander's hard in his jeans, just like that. He puts the key back in his pocket, walks in, and closes the door.
He tries to ignore his hard-on. It's not easy, but he's used to it. Since they started this--thing, Xander's pretty much hard any time he thinks about Giles. Which is often. He distracts himself with taking off his shoes and putting his school bag down by the door. It doesn't really work, but it's a start. Xander slides down on the couch and closes his eyes, one arm slung over his eyes. He lets his other slide against his thigh for a moment, but stops when the throbbing starts to be too much. He's learned some control after all. Giles is a good teacher.
Xander isn't sure how long he stays there. He falls asleep at some point, and the next time he opens his eyes, the living room is bathed in a soft light that's not coming from the lamp or the windows. Xander blinks and turns his head. Giles is there, lighting candles around the room.
Xander groans and rubs his eyes. He shifts to his side and smiles, watching Giles move across the living room. He likes this, moments like these, when everything's quiet, and there's just Giles and him. "Hey," he whispers, his voice still soft with sleep.
Giles turns to him and smiles back. He approaches the couch and sits down on the edge, one hand against the cushions, holding himself up, and the other on his knee. "Slept well?"
Xander nods. "Mm mmm, I did. When did you get back?"
"About half an hour ago. I've put a roast in the oven for dinner, but we have at least an hour before it's ready." He cups Xander's cheek, and his thumb caresses the skin. "Happy birthday."
Giles bends his head slightly, and Xander licks his lips just before Giles' mouth meets his. He moans, eyes fluttering closed, his cock twitching in the confines of his pants. He's still hard from earlier, and this, the touch of lips on lips, is so intimate and right that Xander responds to it without a second thought. He opens his mouth to Giles' questing tongue, welcoming him in with a soft sigh. They do this every time they can, and yet it never gets old. Nothing ever gets old with Giles.
When Giles pulls away, Xander exhales slowly and keeps his eyes closed for a few more seconds. He wants to hold on to this kiss for as long as he can. He always does that the first time Giles kisses him on any given day. Giles thinks it's amusing, but Xander doesn't mind; he likes making Giles laugh. When he opens his eyes, there's a soft smile playing on Giles' lips, and Xander grins.
"My beautiful boy," Giles whispers, and the words, the way they're spoken, make Xander shiver. "You're a naughty lad, Xander. You do know that?"
Xander nods, shifting until he's sitting on the edge of the couch, and bows his head, eyes on the floor.
"Up," Giles says and Xander obeys immediately, standing up although he's still looking down. "Undress yourself."
Heart beating fast, Xander faces Giles and pulls his shirt over his head. Giles takes it from his hands and puts it on the nearby sofa. "Continue, please."
Xander nods and lowers his zipper the rest of the way. His mouth is dry and his fingers clumsy, but he manages to get it down, and he shrugs off his pants and puts them on the sofa with his shirt. He stands there for a moment, in boxers and socks, his erection outlined by the fabric. He's panting and shivering with excitement, feeling the weight of Giles' stare.
God, he loves it when Giles looks at him like that.
"Socks first."
Xander lifts a foot, praying that he won't embarrass himself and fall as he does what he's told, taking off first one sock, and then the other. He's about to tug his boxers down, when Giles stops him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away.
"Let me," he says, and Xander nods. Giles directs Xander's hands to his back. "Hold your wrists."
Xander links his hands together and bites his lower lip, eyes still cast down. Giles runs his hands between Xander's thighs, and then over and behind, up and down, caressing his skin slowly, deliberately trying to drive Xander crazy. He likes doing that. A lot. Xander shivers and whimpers, unable to tear his eyes away as Giles moves closer, to the edge of the couch, and his hands are under Xander's shorts, kneading the flesh of his ass. Giles kisses Xander's skin just above his shorts and then moves down, mouthing Xander's cock through the fabric.
Giles always takes his time, his hands sliding on Xander's skin, mapping every inch. Today is no exception. "Oh God," Xander moans, and just like that Giles pulls away. Xander tries to breathe, his head spinning just a little, and he licks his lips. "Daddy."
It never gets old. Nineteen months, twenty-five days and counting and Giles can still get Xander on the edge in three and a half seconds. Giles teases him, playing his body and his skin like it's music. And maybe it is. Xander is never quiet during sex, every touch, and every movement drawing a moan, a groan, or a whimper from him. Giles isn't nearly as noisy, but the way he talks--yes, it definitely sounds like music.
Their eyes lock, and Giles tugs Xander's boxers down, helping Xander out of them and throwing them on the sofa. Xander shudders when Giles wraps a hand around his aching cock and brings it to his lips. He licks the tip, his tongue darting out to taste. Xander's eyes flutter, but he doesn't close them. He can't. Giles is just too fucking hot like this. He takes the head into his mouth and sucks. He's moaning; Xander feels it on his cock and through every nerve of his body, and he's going to come. He's so close; he wants this so much. Always does.
But Giles grabs the base of his cock , and looks up. "Go fetch your ring and then come back here. Do not touch yourself." His voice is stern; Xander shudders, but he does as he's told. He loves it when Giles takes that tone.
He climbs the stairs carefully, his cock so hard between his legs it hurts, and keeps his hands fisted at his sides. In the bedroom, he immediately goes for the nightstand and opens the drawer where Giles keeps all their sex toys. It's usually locked, and Giles has the only key, but he apparently left it unlocked today. Like he planned this. Which he probably did, considering it's Xander's birthday and they'd been talking about it for months. Xander picks up his cock ring, a simple black leather ring that Giles bought him early in their relationship. At first, it was to teach Xander control, but it quickly became one of Xander's favorite accessories. With a smile, Xander closes the drawer, and hurries back down the stairs.
He kneels at Giles' feet and hands him the ring.
"Good lad," Giles says. He puts his hand on Xander's head and caresses his hair with the tips of his fingers. "You've disobeyed me today."
Xander nods. He knows he did. Giles' first rule has always been no teasing or flirting in the library under any circumstances. Xander has never actually broken the rule. Not before today, and boy did he break that rule today. But it's his birthday, Xander's eighteen now, and he was so excited about it earlier, that he hadn't been able to stop himself. "I'm sorry, Daddy," Xander whispers, knowing that Giles is waiting for this.
"Up."
Xander stands, and shivers when Giles reaches for his cock. He waits silently for Giles to fasten the ring, and then he lets out a soft moan, his face flushed with arousal.
"Lie down on my lap," Giles says, voice thick and hoarse. "Face down."
Xander gulps and climbs on the couch. He feels a thrill of anticipation run through him, and he settles over Giles' knees, his cock sliding between Giles' thighs. Giles shifts under him, and when he stops moving, finally deciding that the position works for him, Xander can feel Giles' erection against his side. He lets out a moan, grabbing the nearest pillow and fisting his hands on it to keep from reacting too strongly. Giles likes it when Xander's eager, but not always when he's being punished. Xander bites his lips when Giles puts a hand on his lower back and another on his ass cheek.
"You've been a bad boy, Xander," Giles says, moving his hand slowly on Xander's ass. "Such a naughty boy, coming into my office like that, dropping to your knees when you knew I couldn't resist you. Do you have any idea how sinful you look when you beg for my cock?"
There's an edge to Giles' voice, and Xander shudders against him before nodding, slowly. "Yes, Daddy." If Xander looks half as hot on his knees--and he doesn't really know about that, beyond what Giles keeps telling him, because mirror sex is so not his thing--as Giles looks when Xander's sucking him off, then yeah, it's totally impossible for Giles to do anything but give in. Which Xander has to admit he was going for earlier.
"And yet, you still came in and enticed me, despite knowing the rule." Giles stills his hand. "I need to punish you now."
"Yes, Daddy." Xander moans, squirming in anticipation, the movement bringing friction to his aching cock.
Giles takes his hand away, the other pressing down on Xander's lower back, holding him still. "Don't move," he warns, and Xander stills, biting his lip and clutching the pillow in his hands. "Did you like it," Giles asks, bringing his hand down, the sting of the first blow making Xander shiver to the tip of his toes, "being on your knees like that, offering yourself to me when you knew perfectly well someone could walk in and see you?"
Xander hopes Giles isn't really waiting for an answer, because his hand is striking down, again and again, and Xander's ass is warm and tingling and he really can't think enough to speak words right now. It's like he forgets how it feels every time, and he's reminded, again and again, just how good it feels to be disciplined. If he was a masochist, he might try to get in trouble more often just to feel this again.
"You looked so tempting, so sinful, your mouth opened and your eyes so wide, so beautiful. You wanted it so badly, and I was powerless. The look on your face when I undid my trousers--you have no idea what effect that look has on me, Xander." Giles keeps talking, his hand striking at random moments, leaving Xander unable to tell when the next blow will hit.
He moans, his fingers digging into the pillow, straining to keep his body under control like Giles taught him to. His cock is aching and leaking against Giles' pants-clad thigh, but he knows he won't get the friction he craves yet. If he moves, Giles will stop everything. He's done it before. Xander's learned that lesson well, and so he keeps his body as still as he can.
"The sight of my cock, barely out of my pants and already sliding inside your mouth, dear God, Xander, I almost came right then. You look so bloody gorgeous, your mouth stretched around me."
Xander remembers well how that felt, and he cries out at the next blow, the images and the sting almost enough to send him over the edge, despite the ring and the lack of friction. Giles stops for a moment, his hand caressing the heated flesh soothingly. Xander whimpers and moves into the touch before he realizes what he's doing. "Please."
"Please, what, Xander? Tell Daddy what you want."
Still clenching the pillow, Xander turns to look at Giles, his vision blurred with lust. "Don't stop, please."
Giles smiles and reaches for Xander's cheek, caressing the skin. "You beg so prettily," he says before bringing his hand down again, harder this time.
Xander cries out into the pillow again, and moves his hips up, meeting the next blow and moaning at the renewed friction on his aching erection. Giles doesn't stop him, and Xander knows he's not being punished anymore, so he does it again.
"When I came," Giles continues, "spilling myself in your mouth and on your lips--bloody hell, you looked debauched, beautiful. I love to watch you, licking your lips for a lingering taste of my come."
The blows are slowing down, and Xander whimpers again, still clutching the pillow tightly. Giles stops altogether, and Xander can hear him panting. He feels Giles reach for something, but he's so far gone now that he can't think. He doesn't need to, because soon there's a wet, cold finger sliding down Xander's crack. Giles is spreading Xander's cheeks apart with one hand, and pressing the slick finger at his entrance. Xander sobs when the finger breaches him. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, and Xander pushes back against it, half moaning and half sobbing when the finger slides in deeper.
"Good lad," Giles whispers and his voice wavers on the words. "Such a good lad. You took your punishment so well, and now you want this, don't you? Your whole body is simply begging for it."
"Yes, please," Xander murmurs, body shuddering and arching, begging to be filled. "Please, Daddy."
Giles slides a second finger in along with the first, and twists them as he moves them in and out at an agonizing pace. Xander thinks maybe he's going to die now, because Giles is seriously killing him with all the teasing, and the touching, because his other hand isn't still. It's moving across Xander's back, and his neck and his ears, and Xander shudders violently against him. He's so close, so very close, and he needs just a little more friction, more speed, just something, but Giles won't give it to him. "Please, more, please."
And then Giles' fingers are gone. "Up," he says and Xander isn't sure he heard right, but Giles spanks him again, once, twice, hard and fast. "Up, now."
Xander scrambles to his feet and faces Giles. He's looking down at his cock, and licking his lips, waiting for Giles to tell him what's next. He can still feel Giles' hand on his skin, and Giles' fingers inside him, stretching him, but he has no idea what's going to happen now. And he kinda likes not knowing.
"I have a present for you," Giles says, his fingers sliding down Xander's torso, making him shiver again. "Kneel and stay still, please."
The 'please' is what gets to Xander, and he moans when he slides down to his knees, following Giles with his eyes. Giles stands and goes to his desk, picking up a smallish box, and then walks back to the couch. He sits down, and Xander sees the box is covered with velvet, like jewellery boxes always are. It's too big to be jewellery, though, and Xander's never actually liked jewellery that much anyway--he might be gay, but he's not a girl.
Giles holds the box up and looks Xander in the eyes. "Do you know what this is?"
Xander shakes his head, and he can see Giles is nervous. Which is weird, because Giles is almost never nervous, except when he introduces Xander to new stuff, like toys. So maybe this is another toy, and Giles isn't sure Xander will like it, but whatever it is, Xander knows he's going to enjoy it. He always enjoys it. "No, Daddy."
Giles bites his lower lip, then breathes in, in the way that Xander knows means he's trying to calm himself down. Then he opens the box. "It's a collar."
Xander gasps at the sight of the leather collar. It looks expensive and heavy, and Xander remembers that they talked about this, months ago, when Giles got Xander the cock ring. Xander made a comment about the feel of the leather on his skin, and Giles told him about collars. But they never talked about it again, and it kinda slipped Xander's mind. The way Xander reacted to the idea apparently didn't slip Giles' mind though; he does have a habit of not forgetting things. Xander brings his hand up to touch, but stops himself at the last minute. "Can I--may I touch, please?" He doesn't always have to be this submissive, but he figures it's appropriate right now, what with the ring, and now this.
"Yes, you may," Giles replies. He's watching Xander's every movement carefully, and Xander knows he's trying to figure out whether Xander likes this or not.
Xander licks his lips and touches the leather with his fingertips, caressing the edge, and then the outside of the collar. It's black, and unadorned, like Xander's cock ring, but Xander feels something, crevices, like there's something embossed into the leather. "What's this?"
Giles smiles at him, and picks up the collar, closing the box and putting it down on the coffee table. Then he holds the collar up in the light, and Xander can see what's written on it: Daddy's boy.
Xander's panting softly now, and he touches it again. His cock is throbbing between his legs, and he can't wait to see how the collar feels on his neck. "Oh God."
"It has some appeal, then?" Giles asks, laughing softly.
"Yes, fuck yes," Xander says, looking up into Giles' eyes. "Please."
Giles touches Xander's neck, his fingers sliding across the skin from one side to the other. "May I put it on you, then?"
"Yes, please, Daddy."
"I do like how eager you are," Giles whispers. He unfastens the collar and then wraps it around Xander's neck, refastening it quickly.
Xander stops breathing and closes his eyes, unable to make a sound. The collar is heavy on his neck, and tight, just tight enough that Xander knows it's there. And it feels so fucking right. "God." Xander finally lets out a moan, and starts breathing again.
"Bloody hell," Giles gasps, and Xander opens his eyes to watch him. Giles is looking down at Xander and licking his lips, and his eyes are so dark. He's out of breath. "You--bloody hell, Xander."
Xander isn't sure what Giles was going to say, but he gets the meaning just from the way he's looking at him, and touching him. Giles' fingers are sliding across Xander's neck again, over and under the collar, and Xander just looks at him. And then Giles stands up, and goes behind Xander.
"Stand up." He's stammering, and his hands are on Xander's shoulders and he can feel Giles shivering. Oh, this is going to be a quick, fabulous fuck, Xander feels it down to his bones.
So he stands up, and then lets Giles push him down until he's bent over the couch, holding himself up on the back of it. He widens his legs, and hears Giles' zipper hastily being opened, then the sound of a condom wrapper being torn, and then Giles is pushing inside him. It's slow and agonizing, and Xander knows Giles didn't prepare him enough, but he doesn't care, because the burn feels just too good, and Xander wouldn't be able to wait anymore anyway. He relaxes his muscles and lets out a long, slow moan until Giles is fully inside and bent over his back.
Giles moves his hands across Xander's back, then rests one on Xander's neck, holding him down. The other moves under him, hovering on Xander's skin just over his leaking cock. Giles isn't moving. "I want you to come with your ring on," he whispers in Xander's ear, his fingers now barely touching Xander's cock, just enough to make him beg. "Remember how good it felt the last time?"
God, yes, Xander remembers that well. He pretty much passed out from it, and he could feel it in his body for hours afterwards. "Please."
"I want you to feel that again today, because it's your birthday and you deserve all the pleasure I can give you." Then he starts moving, drawing his hips away until he's barely inside Xander anymore, and then slamming back in, making Xander cry out. "Do you have any idea what you look like now? Bent over like this, with my collar on your neck. Your ass is still red from my hand, and you're flushed, so beautifully flushed. And tight, so very tight around my cock."
Xander drops his head down, pushing back against Giles at the next thrust and gasping. "Daddy, please." He can't stand this anymore, he's so close, so very close, and Giles is right there, over him, and still dressed, and Xander wants to touch himself. "Please."
Giles puts both hands on Xander's hips and holds him still, thrusting in again, two fast, hard thrusts, and then he bends down again and whispers in Xander's ear. "Wrap your hand around your cock for me."
Xander's knees buckle, and he ends up kneeling on the couch, his forehead against the back, but Giles' thrusts barely falter. The new position brings Giles deeper inside Xander, and he's clutching at the couch, gasping for breath. He reaches down between his legs, and wraps his hand tightly around his cock, the ring the only thing keeping him from coming. Yet.
"That's it, my beautiful boy, touch yourself for Daddy," Giles murmurs.
Xander's hand slides on his cock, but it's not fast enough. His head is spinning; he can't think, and he moans in frustration. "Please," he gasps, and tries to move faster, but he's shuddering with every one of Giles' thrusts, and it's painful now. "God, please, Daddy, it hurts."
Giles slams deeper inside Xander, and reaches down, wrapping his hand around Xander's and urging him faster and harder. "That's my boy, my very good boy. You want to come, don't you? I know that's what you want," he whispers, right into Xander's ear, and Xander's thrashing, and God, yes he wants to come. "Come for me, Xander, come for Daddy."
And it's not so much the words, or the way Giles' hand works his cock that does it. No, it's the tone, the sound reaching Xander's ear, and the way it seems to hit him right where he needs it to. And Xander's coming so hard, into Giles' hand and on the back of the couch, and it doesn't end. Xander's gasping, unable to breathe, and he sees stars, and then everything goes black.
Not a lot of time passes, Xander knows that, because when he comes to, Giles' hand is still on him, still moving, though slowly now, dragging every last bit of pleasure he can get. He's draped over Xander's back, and murmuring into Xander's ear. "Shush, it's okay."
Xander moans, and shifts, shuddering under Giles' weight. "God, Daddy," he murmurs.
Giles kisses his neck, just above the collar, and lets go of Xander's cock. But he doesn't move. It takes a moment for Xander to realize that Giles' cock is softening inside him, and Xander doesn't even remember feeling him come at all. He feels a bit cheated because of it, but then he realizes it doesn't matter; the thought that Giles came when Xander did, or soon after, is hot enough. It doesn't happen often; actually, Xander can only remember it happening once before, and somehow, it makes this, tonight, feel just a little bit more special.
Giles shifts, and Xander feels him sliding out, drawing a moan out of Xander's mouth before he can think enough to stop it. He hears Giles toss the used condom into the trashcan, and then he's back, and pulling Xander into his arms. Xander leans into his embrace, eyes still closed, and body still humming in the wake of his orgasm. "God," he says again, and Giles chuckles, tightening his arms. "Thank you."
Giles kisses his ear, the closest part of Xander's body he can reach without moving more than absolutely necessary, and sighs softly. "Happy birthday."
Xander smiles, and twists in Giles' arms to look at him. "Best birthday ever," he says, cupping Giles' cheek.
"I'm glad," Giles whispers. He bends his head down and brushes his lips against Xander's. "And it's not quite done yet."
"Mmm, you've got more?"
Giles kisses him again. "Yes. First, there's dinner, which should be ready soon. And I've more presents for you, for later."
Xander grins. "Presents?" His hand immediately goes to his neck, and he touches the collar, softly. "But I thought--"
"This," Giles says, putting his hand over Xander's. "This is a present from your lover. Something personal. I simply thought that when you tell the girls tomorrow, they'll ask what I've given you for your birthday, and I don't believe you'll tell them about this. The other presents are for showing off."
Xander laughs and wraps his arms around Giles' shoulders, pulling him close for another kiss. "So, just between you and me," he whispers. "Thank you for the collar. I--thank you."
"I'm glad," Giles repeats, cupping the back of Xander's neck. "I was afraid it would be too forward of me to assume..."
"No," Xander replies, straddling Giles' lap and kissing his jaw. "It's perfect. It--it makes me feel like I--like I really belong to you."
"You do belong to me." Giles plays with the hair at the base of Xander's neck, making him shiver again. "And I to you."
Xander leans his head against Giles' shoulder, and tightens his arms around him. "I love you," he whispers into Giles' ear, sighing softly.
Giles doesn't say anything. He shifts slightly under Xander, and he tugs on Xander's neck until he's looking at him, and then Giles kisses him. Not the short kisses from before, no, this is passionate and deep. Xander puts both hands on Giles' chest, and he can feel Giles' heart beating fast and hard. And he gets it. It took him a while to understand, but he knows now, and he's known for a while, that it's hard for Giles to say things like this, and Xander likes knowing that he doesn't need to. It's in everything Giles does, it's in the way he touches Xander, and kisses him. Just like right now.
Maybe they won't get a happily ever after, because the Ascension's coming, and Xander knows they probably won't make it through that one. Even if they do, there'll be more apocalypses and more bad guys. They could both die tomorrow, but at least they get this.
It's enough.
The three things they want in their fic are: daddy!kink, no later than season 4, music
The two things they don't want are: Xander called stupid, judgmental girls
They would prefer these genres: any
The maximum rating is: FRAO/NC-17