Title: Amores Illuminata 1/2
Author: Neena
Email: varscona_pal@yahoo.ca
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Rating: NC-17 (SLASH)
Spoilers: Set during season 2—no specific episode.
Disclaimer: These characters totally belong to Joss Whedon (I bow to the genius). I’m just playing around.
Feedback: Please feel free, but be gentle, this is my first effort.
Additional Info: Be warned, this story contains m/m slash and a whole lot of it.

Xander popped into the library after his last class of the day, hoping to find Buffy in full training mode—all sweaty and spandexy. However, the place was deserted and quiet as a tomb. He stared at the impressive piles of books that completely filled the large central table. Shipment day! That meant new books full of demons and vampires, and, with any luck, scantily clad nymphs or sirens, or maybe even mermaids.

Taking a quick peek around the room to be sure he was alone, Xander riffled through the pile of books nearest him.

Howling at the Moon caught his attention, and he pulled it to the side, thinking Oz might want that one. Finally, near the bottom of the stack, was a book that practically cried out to him. The title was in some strange language, but the engraving on the front cover left little doubt as to the contents. Two entirely naked people graced the cover, entwined in a way Xander doubted was humanly possible (but wouldn’t mind trying). There was a clasp locking the book shut, but it was ancient and weak, and with practically no effort, Xander was able to pry it open.

To his great delight there were more pictures than words—people doing things to each other that would make the authors of the Kama Sutra blush. An involuntary gasp escaped his lips as he came across a full page drawing of women upon women. Then he was aware of a rustling sound coming from the stacks upstairs.

“Buffy, is that you?” came Giles’ voice from deep in the stacks. Xander closed the book, quickly gathered up his backpack and made for the door. Giles appeared, laden with books, just as Xander had swung the door open.

“Oh, Xander,” said the librarian. “Good; can you give us a hand with these?”

“I just got here,” Xander said quickly. “I only just now got out of class…thought I might drop by…see what’s on the slate for tonight. No one else here yet? I mean aside from you and me? Hey! New shipment?” The words cascaded from his mouth like verbal diarrhea. Xander kicked himself mentally.

“Yes…well,” Giles stammered. “I-I could still use a hand up here.”

Xander leapt up the stairs to give him a hand, overcompensating in his eagerness to cover his guilt. Xander carried his half of the books down to the table and dropped them on top of the book he’d discovered earlier.

“No, not there, please. Those books haven’t been received yet.” Giles placed the stack in his arms down on the counter and went to recover the books Xander had dropped. As Giles’ hand swept over Xander’s , the boy felt an odd tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach. He quickly dropped his gaze to his feet, feeling suddenly embarrassed and not knowing why.

Giles, unaware of Xander’s discomfort, continued sorting through the stacks of books. The presence of the Watcher so close to him was starting to make Xander feel dizzy. His mouth had gone dry, and his hands were cold as ice. Great, he thought, I’m coming down with something on a Friday night. There goes the weekend.

“Oh, dear God,” said Giles in a near whisper.

“Wh-what is it?” Xander asked, knowing perfectly well what it was; the librarian’s face had blanched and he held the x-rated tome in his hands.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left this out. Now it-it’s too late.”

“Too late for what? Did I miss something?” Buffy breezed through the door, Willow right on her heels.

“Ooh, books!” said Willow, her eyes wide and bright. “Are we cataloguing tonight, Giles?”

“No, I’m afraid not, Willow.”

“What’s up, Giles?” asked Buffy. “You look wigged.”

“It-it’s this book—The Amores Illuminata. Somebody’s opened it,” he said, handing the book over to Willow who was eagerly reaching for it.

“Isn’t that kinda the point?” said Buffy.

“Under normal circumstances, yes. But this book was locked for a very good reason.” Giles took off his glasses, cleaning them to soothe his nerves.

“It’s naughty,” said Willow, blushing a deep scarlet.

“So, what is it? The demon equivalent of ‘Playboy’? ‘Playbeast’, maybe? I can see why you’d want to keep it locked up.”

“It’s not just a smutty old book,” said Giles, retrieving the book from Willow. “It’s very dangerous.”

It was Xander’s turn to blanch. “Dangerous in the sense that it corrupts innocent minds?” he asked hopefully.

Giles ignored the comment and addressed the girls, “There is a powerful curse trapped in this book. Or, I should say, there was. Whoever opened it would have been infected by it, as it were. Xander…”

At the sound of his name, Xander’s head jerked up nervously. “What?”

“When you came in, did you happen to see anyone leaving? It’s vitally important that you try to remember.”

“No. No one. But what exactly does this curse do? I mean, if we can’t find the poor schlep who opened this book…what’s the worst that could happen?” He didn’t want to hear the answer—he had a sneaking suspicion of what it might be, and wasn’t surprised to find he was right.

“I’m afraid if we don’t find this person, we may be searching for a corpse by morning.”

“But we’ll find them,” said Willow, “And then we’ll cure them, right Giles? Some kind of counter-curse? I could help you with that…maybe…” her voice trailed off in response to the deep-set frown on the Watcher’s face.

“It’s not that simple, as always. This is the curse of the rejected lover. The book is given to the victim, so that when the shield is broken, he—or she—falls into a deadly sexual fever, craving the first person they see. Th-the fever will completely consume the victim unless the craving is entirely satisfied. The idea, you see, was to set the victim up to be rejected, because, if the victim is turned down by the object of their desire, the fever cannot be stopped. A very painful and cruel death, by all accounts.”

All blood drained from Xander’s head as he felt his knees buckling. He slumped into the nearest chair, doing his best to look casual.

“So,” said Buffy, “not only do we have to find the person who opened the book, but also the first person they saw? Hate to be the one to poop on the party, here, but it’s starting to look like ‘needle-in-a-haystack’ time.”

“Not necessarily,” said Giles, “Start with students from Mr. Treemont’s class—some of them came in earlier doing research for a paper he assigned.”

“Right,” said Willow, “I’ll pull up his class list—we can go door to door.”

Later that afternoon, the Scoobies broke up the list and headed out the door. Xander crumpled his as soon as he was on his own, and headed straight for home. There he paced in his bedroom until the nap on his carpet was wearing out. The fever was starting to hit him hard, making the tingles he felt earlier seem like nothing more than an itch in comparison.

Images of Giles popped, unbidden, into his thoughts. The harder he tried to ignore it, the stronger the mental images became, until all he could think about was just how good it would feel to have Giles’ hands on his body as he rode his hips into sweet oblivion.

It was dark outside by the time Xander was able to formulate any coherent thoughts. His body was slick with a cold-fever sweat, and an erection stronger than any he’d had before strained painfully against his jeans.

Rupert Giles dropped onto his couch, worn out from canvassing the neighbourhood in search of the Amores Illuminata’s victim. No joy.

He’d bumped into Willow and Buffy on his way home, but they’d had no luck either. He could only hope that Xander had fared better. For all he knew they were worrying for nothing. There was a slim possibility that the seal had been broken before it reached the library. In which case, there was nothing that could be done—the curse would be long over by now. But the prying marks were fresh…

A tentative knock on the door broke his concentration. With a sigh, Giles pushed himself off his invitingly comfortable couch and went to answer the door.

“Xander, did you have any…” his words trailed off as he took in the quivering, wild-eyed boy on his doorstep. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?” Giles reached out and caught Xander who’d started to sway alarmingly.

The feel of Giles’ strong hands holding him up caused such a rush of excitement in him, that Xander couldn’t prevent a primal moan from escaping his lips. With a look of deep concern, Giles guided the boy over to the couch and sat down with him.

Xander’s large brown eyes stood out in sharp contrast against the paleness of his skin. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead. Giles swept the hair aside and pressed the back of his hand against Xander’s forehead.

“You’re burning up!” he exclaimed. More than you know, thought Xander, who’d closed his eyes in an attempt to maintain control.

“I-I’m so sorry, Giles,” said Xander, his voice weak and quavering. “I should have told you right away but…but I was so embarrassed. And then, later…well, let’s just say I haven’t really been able to think straight.”

“Oh, Lord! It was you, wasn’t it?” said Giles, now understanding the reason for his young friend’s current state. “I-I should have realised you’d go straight for that book.” Xander lifted his eyes to him in apology. “No, Xander, it’s not your fault. I should never have left such a dangerous book lying around. W-we haven’t got much time, I’m afraid, s-so you must try to remember—who was the first person you saw?”

Xander looked down at his clasped hands, unable to look Giles in the face. “It was you,” he said, his heart hammering furiously against his ribs. This was it—if Giles rejected him, it would all be over very soon.

Giles stared speechlessly at the tall young man sitting hunched and vulnerable on the couch next to him. It must have taken so much courage to come here and face me.

Xander felt Giles shifting on the seat next to him, but didn’t dare look up. Then he felt the man’s warm hands cupping his face and lifting it up. The gentle concern and affection in the older man’s expression sent a wave of relief through him. He felt a hot tear score a path down his cheek and pool against the Watcher’s thumb.

A tumult of emotions grappled for control over Giles. He knew what had to be done—not having sex with the boy would be tantamount to a death sentence. But this was Xander…sweet, naïve, and often exacerbating…Xander…who trusted him.

Who needed him…right now and rather desperately, he reminded himself.

He could feel Xander’s racing pulse thumping against his wrists where they touched his throat. His dark eyes had become nearly frantic with lust.

Pushing all thoughts of consequences out of his mind, Giles quickly drew the boy’s mouth up to his for a tentative kiss.

Xander clasped his hands to the Watcher’s shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss until their tongues met, sending a charge of pure bliss through Xander’s entire body. Giles felt a deep, rumbling moan emanating from Xander and was surprised to find himself stiffening with arousal. He’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to respond to another man, but the transition was proving to be shockingly easy.

Pulling back slightly, Giles caressed Xander’s lips gently with his own before breaking the kiss.

Xander’s whimper at being released was more akin to physical pain than to mere disappointment. Giles swallowed hard, steeling himself for what was ahead. Xander moaned weakly and grasped Giles by his shirt-front—begging with his eyes to be joined with him again.

When the Watcher stood and stepped back, Xander went into a near panic. His breathing grew rapid and shallow, and a keening wail built to a crescendo from deep within him. Giles quickly encircled the boy in his arms, stroking his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

“I’m not leaving you. I won’t leave you, I promise,” he whispered into Xander’s ear. “But if we’re going to do this, we should go upstairs.”

Xander nodded his head against Giles’ chest. He was not about to let go, even for a second. Giles struggled to get them both to their feet, but Xander’s legs were not supporting him. With a grunt of effort, Rupert Giles hoisted the young man into his arms and carried him up the stairs to his bedroom. He entered the moon-lit room in haste—Xander was starting to mutter incoherently with the fever.

Laying the boy out on the bed, Giles hurriedly removed his clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor, before peeling the clothes off his nearly inert young friend.

Xander’s skin glistened palely in the moonlight, as he thrashed his head back and forth on Giles’ pillow. His cock was so hard it pressed rigidly against his stomach. Peering through half-shut eyelids, Xander watched the Watcher hovering uncertainly over him, willing him to reach down and touch his body.

Giles felt entirely exposed with Xander’s fevered eyes roaming over his body hungrily. He sat next to him, suddenly timid and unsure how to proceed with a naked, under-aged boy in his bed. His body was beautiful—young and strong, and taut with sexual tension. But his face was sweet, almost angelic, even in the throes of a painful lust.

“Giles,” he begged, “touch me, please. I-I’m dying here. Literally.”

“Yes…yes, of course,” said Giles, and, taking a deep breath, he took the plunge.

Xander’s body arched as the librarian’s large hands swept lightly over his chest. Soon the caresses became bolder, stroking down the long muscles of his arms, then up his stomach to his chest again. Xander reached up and tangled Giles’ hair in his hands, pulling him down for a kiss. Kissing was as far as he’d ever gotten before, but Cordelia had taught him a few things in that department, at least.

Giles grunted in surprise as the young man beneath him took charge of the kiss, sweetly invading his mouth with his tongue—exploring and playing. Giles matched him, move for move, letting Xander set the pace.

The feel of the older man’s tongue against his own was nearly enough to send Xander over the edge. He moved his arms to encircle Giles’ waist, pulling his body down over him. Soft, springy chest hairs rubbed against his own hairless chest—the sensation was electrifying. His rock-hard penis pushed up against Giles’ stomach, and he instinctively began thrusting against the solid warmth of the other man’s body. The friction felt incredibly delicious, and with new-found energy, he clung to Giles, clawing his back with his nails as he rubbed himself frantically against him.

Giles could sense the desperation in Xander, who was acting out of blind instinct. He himself didn’t have that excuse, however, and he tried to suppress the sexual urges welling up in him. It was getting increasingly difficult, with Xander’s body constantly thrusting itself against him, sandwiching his now-erect penis between them. It also didn’t help that Xander had discovered his nipples and was sucking and biting at them; it was making him wild with excitement. Only his profound guilt about the situation prevented him from pinning Xander against the bed and ravishing him.

Xander could feel himself on the verge of release, and looked into the Watcher’s eyes. The man’s fiery green eyes were consumed with desire, making Xander’s heart skip a beat.

“Oh, God. Giles!”

“Xander…”

Hearing his name catching in Giles’ throat pushed Xander over the edge, and his back arched violently as he came in long, thick spurts.

Xander loosened his grip on Giles and fell back on the bed taking in great gulps of air. Giles rolled off him, but took his hand in his own, giving it a tender kiss. Xander looked at him, trying to read the emotions behind those dazzling green eyes. And why had he never noticed before what a beautiful shade of green they were?

Giles looked into the fathomless brown eyes of the boy on his bed. They seemed less frantic, but still brightly glazed with passion. This isn’t over yet. To confirm his suspicions, Giles broke their eye contact and casually let his gaze roam down Xander’s body. A pool of semen glistened on his stomach, and further down…

Xander followed the path of the Giles’ eyes until he, too, was staring at his fully erect penis. He frowned up at Giles.

“What’s wrong? Why didn’t it work?”

“It’s all right, Xander—it is working…but, remember when I said the craving must be fully satisfied?” Xander nodded, although he honestly couldn’t remember. “Well, think of it this way…this curse is like an infection, and I’m the penicillin…”

“Sooo…I have to keep taking my medicine until the infection is completely gone?” Xander ventured.

“That’s precisely it.”

Xander smiled, proud of himself for coming up with the right answer. The smile soon disappeared when the meaning sank in.

“That means that you and I have to…”

“Yes.”

“…until the curse is broken?”

“Yes.”

“W-well, how do we know when it’s over? How long…I mean, how many times…” Xander sputtered to a stop.

“I expect your body will let us both know. The only thing we can do is let your needs guide us. I doubt if it’ll be more than two, or-or three…days.”

“Days!” Xander’s eyes snapped wide open and he lifted himself up on his arms. Giles looked down at the bed, fidgeting with the sheets.

“I-I think it might be wise to call your parents…make up some excuse. I know you’ve said they don’t really keep close tabs on you, but I somehow think they might notice your absence after an entire weekend.”

For a brief, suicidal moment, Xander considered telling his father exactly what he was doing this weekend—he would love to see the shock on his father’s face. But it would be the last thing he would ever see. No, the old weekend party at Oz’s place excuse would have to do.

Wrapped in a sheet, Xander went downstairs to make the call. It only took a few minutes (his father just grunted into the phone and told him no to get into trouble), but he was already keenly aware of his need for Giles. Just making it up the stairs was difficult, and when he got back up to the bedroom loft to find it deserted, a blind panic gripped him. Instantly, Xander’s legs turned to jelly and he collapsed on the floor, rolling himself up into a tight ball of pain.

Giles emerged from the bathroom in his housecoat, steam from the shower wafting around him. He’d heard the thump as Xander fell, and came out to find a huddled mass on his bedroom floor, shaking with spasms.

“Good Lord,” he rushed to Xander’s side and curled him into his lap, rocking back and forth while stroking his hair.

“I’m her Xander. It’s okay. Shhh…” The shuddering slowly stopped. Giles planted gentle kisses on the top of his head as Xander snaked an arm around his waist.

“Do you think you can stand?” he asked.

“Maybe…with a little help.”

Together they staggered into the bathroom. The seductively scented steam of the shower took the edge off Xander’s chills, and he felt himself relax. He let the sheet fall to the floor, no longer concerned with modesty. Giles closed the door behind them, hanging his housecoat on a hook.

Xander had to lean against the sink to keep standing—the site of his favourite librarian sans tweed (hell, sans everything clothes-related) made his head reel. He looked altogether more formidable. Training and fighting alongside Buffy had left him well-toned and slim. There was undeniable power in his arms and legs and…Xander couldn’t stop staring. Who knew Giles had so much to hide?

Giles stood, tense and motionless, allowing Xander to really look at him under the harsh bathroom lighting. He’d half expected him to laugh at the older body in front of him…or to at least politely inspect and then move on. He hadn’t expected the wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression of awe. It made him feel conspicuous, and, yes, admittedly, a little flattered.

“I thought you might like a shower,” said Giles, breaking the awkward silence at last. Xander moved towards him, feeling like a toddler taking his first steps. Giles caught him in his arms and ushered him into the claw-foot tub. Curtained off from the rest of the world, Xander found himself relaxing for the first time all night. He slumped against Giles, resting his forehead against his broad shoulder, enjoying the closeness. The thrum of hot water against his back and the feel of Giles’ strong hands at his waist gave him a feeling of total safety. Giles would take care of him

Just being held close was making the fever bearable, but Xander was itching for more. “Giles? Do you mind if I…can I touch you? I want to touch you.”

Giles smiled down at him. “Of course you can. You can do anything you want. Do you understand? Anything. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or guilty—there’s no need for it.” Giles paused, as if about to say more, but thinking better of it.

“What is it?” Xander asked.

“Wh-what is what?” Giles stammered.

“you were going to say something.”

“No…no I wasn’t,” he said, but his face had flushed a deep scarlet.

“One day I’ll have to teach you that whole poker-face thing. Don’t hold out on me, G-man. Under the circumstances I think it’s best if we’re straight with each other.”

Giles winced.

“Okay…wishing I hadn’t said that. But you know what I mean. No secrets. We need to trust each other here.”

Giles hung his head, building up the courage to tell Xander something he’d never admitted to anyone before. After a moment, he looked deep into Xander’s eyes, testing his receptiveness. Xander said nothing, but looked back steadily—whatever it was, it was obviously difficult to say, and he wanted Giles to know it was okay.

Giles let his breath out slowly. “I was ten years old when I found out about my calling. I was shipped off to a private school, run by the Watcher’s Council. To say they were strict would be an understatement. Their punishments were harsh—cruel, really. Sexual behaviour was strictly prohibited, and the repercussions were…severe.” This last word came out a little more than a ragged whisper.

Xander could feel Giles begin to shake, and he desperately wanted to ease his suffering. He reached up and stroked his cheek with his thumb, a lump forming in his throat to see the tears welling up in those green eyes. Whoever hurt him deserves a slow painful death.

Giles cleared his throat and blinked away the tears. “ I just couldn’t bear the thought that your first time might be as…painful as mine. I know this isn’t how it was supposed to be for you. It should have been with Cordelia or someone special to you. But…still, I’d like this to be special for you. I want more than anything for you to enjoy it.”

Xander was at an absolute loss for words. What could he say that could possibly express the admiration and…well…love, he was feeling for this man who’d bared his heart and soul to him?

Giles studied Xander’s face, which plainly reflected what he was feeling. Why did I do that? It wasn’t fair of me to burden this child with my problems. And yet, selfishly, Giles had to admit that the relief of finally telling someone made him feel lighter and freer than he’d ever felt before.

“Th-the water’s going to get cold on us,” Giles said. Xander grinned up at him.

“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?” Xander turned around to face the stream of warm water, and settled back against the comforting strength of Giles’ chest.

Giles kissed the back of his neck softly, then grabbed for the bar of soap. Getting up a good lather, he methodically rubbed the suds across Xander’s shoulders and down his back, stopping tantalizingly at the small of his back.

“Dear God, I didn’t know anything could feel this good.”

Giles laughed, “If you think this feels good…”

He trailed one soapy finger down the boy’s spine, then kept going—slipping his slick fingers between the soft cheeks. Xander squirmed a little and pressed himself even harder against the sensuous body behind him.

Giles stroked slowly, teasing the small aperture with his thumb and letting his fingers brush against Xander’s scrotum. The boy hissed and shuddered.

“Do you want me to stop?” Giles asked, a note of concern in his voice.

“Are you insane?” Xander reached down to his groin, needing to relieve the pressure building up there. He started handling himself as he was used to doing alone in his own bathroom. Then he felt another hand on top of his own.

“Do you want me to…” Giles murmured into his ear, and ended by licking, then nibbling the baby-soft earlobe. Xander moaned. Taking that as a “yes”, Giles nudged Xander’s hand out of the way, and took over where the boy left off. The feel of another man’s penis in his hand gave him a jolt of excitement. He’d forbidden himself to even think of such things since that awful boarding-school incident almost thirty years ago. Now, forced into this situation, he found the guilty pleasure of it nearly too much to bear. He buried his confusion under an avalanche of kisses to the side of Xander’s face and throat.

Xander was barraged by a maelstrom of physical sensation. He’d never realized his entire body could be such a powerful conduit of erotic stimulation. The feel of Giles’ erection brushing against his hip, and the sound/feeling of his purr-like humming made Xander lose what little control he had. He climaxed loudly, like a wild demon letting out a feral roar.

Giles felt Xander’s orgasm rip through him as if it had been his own. But, although he was still painfully hard himself, he was determined to let Xander take the initiative. His own release would just have to wait.

They made quick work of cleaning up, because the water was verging on icy (thank-you, gods, thought Giles). Xander towelled off thoroughly, ruffling his hair so it stood up in spikes. Giles was still in the tub.

“You coming out sometime tonight?”

“In a minute,” came the strained reply.

Xander peeked through the shower curtain and grinned at Giles’ expression at getting caught masturbating.

“Xander…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…to get…”

“You should be sorry,” said Xander, and smiled slyly at Giles’ stricken look. “You should have waited for me.” He yanked open the curtain and pulled Giles out of the tub. Giles grabbed a towel as Xander dragged him out into the cool, dark bedroom.

Xander took the towel and ruffled Giles’ hair with it, thinking it made him look sweet and way too desirable. He then slowly dried every inch of the older man’s body, paying extra-slow attention to the best bits, and watching the results on Giles’ face. When he was completely dry, Xander stepped up close and caught him in a soft, chaste kiss, enjoying his scent and the delicate texture of his lips.

His dark eyes gleaming in the waning moonlight, Xander looked languidly up at Giles.   

“You said we could do anything, right?” Giles nodded his answer. “You’re not gonna wig out on me?”

“No. As I said, whatever you want, or need—don’t be afraid to ask.”

“I want…no, I think it’s more like I need. Giles, I need to have you closer. I want…I need…to have you inside me.”

The blood rushed from the librarians head. It was the last thing he’d expected to hear. He’d assumed he’d be on the giving end only this weekend, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to take his pleasure this way—it would be taking advantage of the situation. It just seemed too predatory; an altogether more active and invasive role than he thought he might have to play. He fought for composure, thankful for the dim light which helped mask his fear.

“You’re wigging on me, aren’t you?”

“No—just a little surprised is all. Are you sure that’s what you want? You don’t have to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t want to be taking advantage of you.”

Xander laughed. “God, Rupert! I’m practically raping you, and you’re worried about taking advantage? Relax. I want this. I want to know what it’s like to have you deep inside me, like we’re one body instead of two. I want you to enjoy this weekend as much as me.

Giles was amazed. Partly by Xander’s offer, but also at hearing his name, spoken so familiarly. It made him feel less like a creepy old man—he was just Rupert—on equal footing with Xander. He felt the tension seeping out of him, leaving him warm and calm.

“I’m afraid I’m not really prepared for this sort of thing—no, er, protection.”

“Do you have any diseases I should know about?”

“No, but…”

“Well, neither do I, so I’d say we really don’t need anything.”

“Well, we will need some lubricant. Hang on a bit.” Giles went back into the bathroom and Xander could hear him rummaging about in the cupboards. He returned looking slightly apologetic. “I imagine this will do well enough.” He held the offending bottle of hair conditioner gingerly, as if expecting it might misbehave in some way.

“Mmmm…mango-papaya scented.”

“Yes; can’t imagine how that got in there. Must have misread the label. Anyway…” There was an awkward pause while Giles looked down uncertainly at the bottle.

Xander grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed.

“Now, just lie back and relax.” Xander pushed Giles back on the bed, then crawled on top of him until he was straddling his thighs. “I want to do a bit of exploring.”

Giles lay still, hands behind his head, as Xander explored his body with his hands and tongue. He moaned as Xander found his nipples, taking each one into his mouth, then flicking his tongue over them until they were both hard as pebbles. Then the investigation trailed further down. Giles flinched and giggled.

“Oh, what have we here? Did I find a ticklish spot?”

“Yes, you did. And if you tell anyone else I’m ticklish, you’ll never hear the end of it.”

Xander chuckled, “That’s the only thing you’re worried I might tell people?”

“You’re right,” Giles grinned back. “Best not to mention any of this, really.”

Xander smiled and brought himself up to nuzzle at his throat, planting wet kisses under his chin until he reached the soft skin near his ear. He licked his earlobe, remembering how amazing it felt, then, in a voice barely more than a whisper, he said, “I love the way you smell, Rupert.” He nuzzled closer, running his hands through Giles’ still-damp hair.

Giles could no longer lay still. He freed his hands then buried them deep in Xander’s thick brown hair. Their mouths found each other, and they both surrendered to the all-encompassing kiss. Giles found himself on top, taking the lead, and he allowed himself to experience the sheer joy of feeling their bodies and tongues entwined in a sweet embrace.

Xander wrapped his legs around Giles’ hips which brought their cocks together with a soft bump. Giles groaned and broke the kiss. Xander had given him his cue, and if he didn’t take it, he would lose his nerve.

Giles lifted Xander’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then he squeezed a large amount of conditioner into his hand and slipped it quickly between the boy’s legs.

Xander shivered at the touch of the cold liquid at his anus, and then shivered even more when the warm, wet fingers followed.

“You’ll let me know if I’m hurting you?”

“Promise.”

Before he could even finish the word, he felt the tip of a finger easing inside him. He gasped, but smiled to let Giles know it was all right. The finger probed a little deeper, with maddening care. Xander lifted himself higher, inviting more. When the finger was fully inserted, he could feel it exploring and expanding him.

Then, suddenly…pure bliss!

Xander bucked hard against the finger inside him, trying to hit that spot again.

“So, it’s true, then,” said Giles, slightly awed by the response he’d gotten. He slowly withdrew his finger and quickly lubricated his penis. Xander was panting on the bed beneath him, licking his lips in anticipation.

With painstaking slowness, Giles pushed his penis against the loosened entrance, sliding himself in incrementally. It felt so amazingly tight he thought he would come before he even made it all the way in. He managed it, somehow, and when he was finally embedded up to the root, he remained motionless, marvelling at the sensation.

Xander was growing impatient, but didn’t want to rush Giles, who was obviously taking a great deal of pleasure in this. The pure, open desire showing on the older man’s face made Xander’s heart ache. God, how could I not have noticed how amazing this man is?

When he at last started to move in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, they both groaned. Giles tried a few angles until he got a strangled yelp out of the boy. He’d found the prostate again, and this time he kept hitting it with every thrust. Giles thrilled at the effect it had on Xander, who was thrashing and moaning in complete abandon. He upped the pace a bit until Xander’s breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps.

Xander went nearly mad with pleasure. He wanted to shout, or cry, but couldn’t seem to find enough air to do either. It was almost a relief when he finally came—thick ropes of semen landing on his chest and belly, as he bit back a scream that erupted as a helpless whimper.

Giles experienced Xander’s orgasm from the inside. He felt the young man’s testicles tighten beneath him—felt the quick spasms as he came. Another couple of thrusts and he was there himself, breathlessly releasing himself into Xander’s tight passage. The orgasm racked his entire body; he could feel it rising from his toes and pulling the juices from every extremity. He remained still as the last of the twitches died away and he began to soften. Then he pulled out carefully and collapsed on the bed next to Xander.

Xander rolled against his side, and draped his arm over the older man’s chest, casually playing with the hairs there.

“I had no idea it could be like that,” he said.

“Neither did I,” said Giles softly, and stroked Xander’s silky brown hair until they both fell asleep.

The sun was already starting to rise on a new day.

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