Giles' Lovers :
Xander

G-Man and Xand-Man
by Anne

Feeling dizzy, Giles pressed his hand against the doorframe to regain his balance. Supporting himself by leaning on the counter, he stumbled into his office. When he reached his desk he was exhausted, as if he had run two marathons in a row. The short walk from his car to the library had left him out of breath, and he felt horribly drained. He sat down heavily on his chair, and the Watcher-Librarian sat up carefully, trying to ignore the twinges of pain that occurred every time he shifted his weight. He noticed that he was sweating and that his hands were shaking, he mentally ordered them to stop but they did not. He suppressed an oath and managed to get up. He needed a hot cup of tea to relax. He took a step, another one and then the pain came again, in an even more intense wave. He sobbed once and fell to his knees and then, mercifully, he passed out.

Giles slowly regained consciousness. His head was reeling in a particularly sickening way and his vision was blurred. He waited, it become clear again and he tried to get up, but collapsed again, feeling nauseous. He was still completely worn out, and dizzy. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole somewhere and rest there for years. He managed to get himself up into a sitting position and put his head in his trembling hands. His body ached in every nerve and his head was throbbing.

"Giles!"

He raised his eyes and saw Xander entering the room. The boy helped him to get up.

Xander was worried and angry. "You’ve blacked out again, haven’t you? You should be in hospital, Giles. Not here."

Giles shook his painful head. "No hospital. I hate hospitals. I’m going to be fine, Xander… I just need to rest."

"Yes, you have to rest Giles. I’m going to drive you home and I’m going to put you to bed

Giles nodded then closed his eyes. "Sleep … "


*****


As soon as he had put his head on the pillow Giles sank immediately into a profound and blissful sleep. Xander began by removing the Watcher shoes, and then his socks and trousers, revealing boxers of grey cotton and long muscular legs. He then undid Giles's tie, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him, discovering broad shoulders covered with bandages reddened with blood, a very tightly bandaged torso to allow the broken ribs to mend, and a flat stomach with prominent abdominal muscles covered with nasty bruises. He noticed that Giles’ skin hidden under the layers of tweed was milky, dotted with beauty spots and contrasted with that of his face and hands tanned by the sun.

Xander left the loft and went to the bathroom to get the medical kit there. Once back in Giles's bedroom, he delicately removed all the bandages soaked with blood, one after the other, then grimaced, glancing at the different wounds. Angelus had profoundly slashed Giles' flesh and even drawn Latin crosses with the blade of his knife. Xander cleaned the wounds with cotton balls soaked in disinfectant then covered each of them with a dressing cut from a band, more or less wide according to the size of the wound, centring the compress on the cuts. He applied a little ointment intended to ease the bruises, delicately. He was stunned by the sweetness of Giles' skin.

When he had finished taking care of Giles’ bruises and wounds, Xander returned the first aid kit to the bathroom, and then he came back to the loft. As it was late and as he too had need of sleep, Xander undressed quickly and once in his boxer shorts he lay down on the big bed next to Giles, who had begun snoring slightly. He made him roll on his side to stop his snore; his face relaxed in his sleep turned to him and finally closed his eyes.

He woke up the next morning to find Giles half lying on top of him, still asleep. One of his legs was thrown across his, his arm across his stomach and his head rested on his chest. Embarrassed, he flushed and gently shook Giles’ right arm.

"Giles? Eh, G-man!"

Giles moaned and moved completely on top of Xander, nuzzling his neck and licking him like a cat. Embarrassed, Xander suddenly became aroused when the Watcher began to rub himself against him, his morning erection against his groin. The young man blinked. He never would have thought that he could be aroused in this way, and even less by Giles whom he considered his real father figure. He smiled broadly and his hands came to settle on the round and firm buttocks of the older man and he began caressing them, purring. No, he could not consider him as if he was his real father any more now. Impossible.

Giles started to pant and suddenly murmured: "Xander, oh! Xander … I love you so much … "

He uttered a strangled cry, moaned and rolled on his back. He re-started to snore lightly under Xander’s totally incredulous gaze.

"Giles loves me… oh God!" he breathed.

Xander positioned himself on his side and with his fingertips began caressing Giles' abdominal muscles slightly sticky with mentholated ointment, not wanting to wake him. Giles needed a lot of rest having been tortured for hours and for pleasure by Angelus. Giles suddenly moaned, murmured something incomprehensible that was followed by a sigh as he snuggled against Xander’s chest. Xander was not able to resist: he kissed the Watcher on his lips. To his great surprise Giles returned his kiss and opened his eyes. He then raised his hand, tenderly caressed his cheek and said simply:

"I love you."

Xander smiled. "I love you too, Giles. And not as a father figure. I just noticed it…"

"And I don’t have a father’s love for you. I’m in love with you, for… it doesn’t matter."

Giles managed with difficulty to sit up, then he ran his warm hands over Xander’s back and shoulders. He then pressed his lips to his neck and licked his throat. Xander kissed Giles again and the Watcher opened his mouth so that the young man could deepen his kiss. It was indeed a deep kiss and a long and sensual one. Giles' tongue did not remain inactive for a long time. It found Xander’s tongue and sucked it, before exploring his mouth hungrily. Xander curled against his lover, running his fingers through Giles’ ruffled hair, caressing his temples with his thumbs, toying with his ears. The young man suddenly parted and breathed:

"I want you, Giles."

Giles frowned. "Are you sure ,Xander?"

"Yes."

In no time at all, they were both naked on the bed. Their hands, as well as their mouths, explored each other making grunts, groans and moans. Giles lowered his eyes suddenly and to his great consternation and shame, noticed that he was still only half-hard. It was due to his state of physical exhaustion more than to his "old" age because usually when he masturbated himself under the shower he was quickly long and hard.

Xander kissed Giles on his chin, trailed his jaw with his finger then said, smiling: "I’m going to fix that, Giles."

He moved down, leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of Giles’ penis. He then sucked on it, paying special attention to the underside with his tongue. He fondled Giles’ balls, squeezing them in his hand gently whilst sliding the hot and pulsing shaft up and down, farther into his mouth. Giles closed his eyes in pure pleasure and gave himself over to Xander's care and started to purr. The young man’s cheeks hollowed as he began to suck Giles’ cock, moving his hand up, round and over. The Watcher’s breathing became ragged. Xander felt that he was close and pressed the base of his lover’s sex cutting his urge to release. He then flicked his tongue over the tip and licked the beads of pre-cum there.

"Mmmm… you taste good, Giles." he grinned. "See? You’re now as hard as a rock."

Giles grinned too. "Thank you, Xander, that was wonderful."

"For me too."

Giles reached to open the drawer of the bedside table. He took a tube of lubricant out and started to oil his fingers. Xander watched him, trembling with pleasure.

Giles glanced at the young man lovingly. "I won’t hurt you."

Xander nodded. "I know, Giles. Giles… why do you have a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table? You have a lover?"

Giles shook his head and knelt. "No, nobody. Not for a very long time. You are my first lover for more than 20 years, Xander. I keep the lube there to aid masturbation. Usually I masturbate myself under the shower to save the bed linen, but I used it yesterday evening in bed because I couldn’t remain standing on my legs to do it. They wouldn’t support me any more. Now ,Xander, turn around and take position."

Xander complied both excited and afraid and he got on all fours on the bed, offering Giles his round, muscular and half-opened buttocks. He gave a start and gasped when he felt Giles parting his buttock to apply some cool lubricant around his tight opening. Giles gently slipped an oiled finger into the young man. Xander let out a cry at the contact, and then he shivered with both pain and pleasure. Giles began to move his finger in and almost out of his lover’s loins eliciting moans from him. Xander groaned when Giles started to stroke his prostate.

"Owwwwww! Aaaaaaaah! It’s so good Giles! Oh! Ah!"

Giles then slipped another oiled finger into his rectum and re-started to thrust up and down.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! Giles! I want you inside me, please. But-but I've never done this before, so…"

"I will be gentle, Xander, I promise and I'll stop if you ask me. Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine."



Giles slowly withdrew his oiled fingers and applied lubricant to his long, hot and hard penis. He took his place behind Xander who hollowed his back, raised his buttocks and rested his head on his hands, which he crossed. Giles spread Xanders’s legs with his knees. He then took the young man by his hips, stroking
them reassuringly and let the tip of his cock rest against Xander's opening and pressed his cock against the opening of his loins. Xander stiffened, clenched his jaws and teeth and his gluteal muscles. He was more than willing, but nature defended itself.

"It’s all right, Xander, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I will be gentle. Just relax."

Giles re-started to press forward gently on Xander’s anus. The young man focused on relaxing while pushing aside his knees a little more to open more to his lover. Giles gave a little thrust, another one a little harder, and then the slippery head of his penis forced the sphincter. Xander gasped in pain and tensed. Giles paused there and reached beneath his young lover to caress his scrotum then to stroke his hard cock. The effect was almost immediate. Xander relaxed and calmed himself. Giles felt the buttocks relaxing, weakening. He still waited and gritted his teeth in an effort to keep from going too fast, he moved inside the young man a slow inch at a time. Xander stopped trembling and relaxed bit by bit when Giles rubbed the bottom of his back with his thumbs and then caressed his buttocks. Giles thrust gently and Xander hesitantly pushed back, and, suddenly, the Watcher was all the way inside him. Feeling the penis penetrating into him deeply, Xander was suddenly shaken by spasms. Once Xander was completely invaded, Giles stopped to let the young man get used to the feeling of them together and to give him time to adjust to his size. After a minute, Giles took Xander by his hips and gave a slow, sensuous thrust. He penetrated him, withdrawing and pushing back home with all of his length, his breathe short, watching his sex entering and retreating. Xander under him was moaning continuously at the same time with pain and with pleasure, because it was painful and delicious too.

Once the sphincter was softened, Giles rocked into him with deep ,full thrusts. Xander began wriggling his buttocks and pressed back,urging Giles to go deeper, crying out a hoarse shout of pleasure to every movement as the Watcher’s cock stroked his prostate, again and again. Giles increased his pace, began a powerful driving rhythm, each thrust slamming Xander down against the bed. The young man under him cried out loud enraptured shouts, at the edge of unconsciousness. Blood beating in his temples Giles thrust into Xander harder, faster, pulling his buttocks against his stomach, driving into him roughly, sinking in as deeply as possible. Xander felt his orgasm welling up in him and his inner muscles clenching on Giles’ large warmth inside him.

Giles quickly felt the sap rising in his loins and contained himself until his excitement was too great. He began to make little whimpers and jerks that signalled the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. He threw his head back in a strangled shout and exploded deep within Xander, as much as he could with his throaty cry. He fell on the young man's back, who let out a choked groan and collapsed on his stomach as if struck feeling his lover’s hot semen and still hard cock in him, enjoying the connection, feeling sated and contented. Wonderful. After a moment Giles roused himself and gently put a trail of kisses along Xander’s shoulders and nape of his neck. His penis finally softened and he gently, slowly withdrew from his young lover. He rolled on his back and, completely exhausted, he drifted to sleep. Xander snuggled against Giles’ side and watched him sleep for a while before he dozed off himself.

Xander was brutally awakened in the middle of the night by a shout of agony. He sat up on the bed and noticed that Giles was thrashing on the bed, dripping with sweat and blood because most of his bandages had come loose and the friction on the mattress had reopened some of the wounds. Giles was moaning now between two choked sobs. Xander guessed that he had dreamt about Angelus torturing him and shook his arm to awaken him. Giles suddenly opened his eyes and ceased trembling, as he recognized his bedroom, and Xander tenderly caressed his jaw as the horror slowly faded to an intense disgust. Wanting to vomit he rushed out of the loft as fast as he could and hurried to enter the bathroom. Once there he emptied his stomach in the toilet, then he collapsed into a whimpering, shivering heap on the stone floor. He tried to breathe deeply; and as the ragged breaths left his lungs, he realized he was crying. He drew his knees up to his chest and burst into tears.


*****


Xander knelt down near Giles and raised his chin, slowly, not wanting to frighten him any more. Seeing the Watcher, the strongest and bravest man he knew reduced to the state of a whimpering, shivering heap made him sick with sorrow and fury. He cursed Angelus once again and again wished to kill him, but Buffy had sent him to hell before disappearing without leaving a trace, abandoning her friends, her duty as a Slayer and especially leaving Giles alone, wounded, physically and emotionally raw in the grip of atrocious nightmares in which the dark vampire tortured him. He was terribly angry at Buffy for abandoning them all, even if she doubtless had good reasons for doing it.

Using his thumbs Xander traced light circles on his lover’s temples to soothe him, then when Giles stopped sobbing, he cradled the shaking, shattered older man in his arms.

"Shh… it’s over, Giles."

Giles sniffed. "It will never be finished Xander. I shall always have nightmares, every night, till the end of my life." He kissed Xander on his forehead. "I did not want to frighten you luv, go back to sleep, I am fine now."

He wanted to pick himself up but was incapable of it, he was so exhausted. He began trembling, completely numb.

"I’m going to take care of you, Giles." Xander said, managing to raise the older man.

He led Giles to the bathtub, helped him to climb inside then held him up by curling an arm around his waist. With his free hand he turned on the spray, and washed Giles down from head to toe, taking special care with his bruises and welts, gently, before he showered him off. He then pulled him out of the bathtub and towelled him dry careful not to hurt him. Xander again put clean bandages on the wounds then applied layers of ointment to the bruises.

Xander then lifted Giles in his strong arms and carried him to the couch. He laid him down slowly then while the older man fell asleep, he went to change the sheet.


*****


Xander woke up first the next morning, his face against Giles' neck. For some seconds he wondered what he was doing completely naked lying right by Giles, and then remembered all that had happened. He raised himself on an elbow and watched his lover sleep peacefully. The features of his face were relaxed. He was at peace. Xander exhaled a sigh; his heart was filled with pain and sorrow. Giles was in the eye of the cyclone, between two nightmares.

Xander put his hand on Giles’ flat stomach, and using his finger circled around his navel thinking that Giles was awfully cute when asleep. Giles moaned, stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He saw Xander lying near him, propped up on one elbow and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Xander."

"Hi Giles."

The young man bent towards the Watcher and deposited a light kiss on his soft lips.

"How do you feel, Giles?"

Giles smiled. "Fine."

"Good."

Xander reached out and gently ran a finger down Giles’ cheek. The Watcher leaned into his caress like a cat. The young man then trailed his fingers across Giles’ penis from tip to base then back again. Giles let out a groan, the desire burning in his eyes mirrored Xander’s. He stroked into Xander's pubic hair, swirling about his morning erection and under his scrotum. Xander moaned, moved down, leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of Giles’ hard penis whilst massaging his testicles in his hands. He then enveloped with his mouth the older’s man hot pulsing length and nipped down on it, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Giles. As Giles started to shift restlessly on the mattress Xander caressed the base of his lover shaft with his tongue, nuzzling into the soft brown pubic hair.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Giles moaned.

Xander wrapped his lips around the head and dragged his tongue along the underside, just before he began to suck and lick the throbbing penis, alternately. Giles’ breath came in pants. Giles undulated and scratched the sheet with his nails.

"Xander! I'm going to come!"

Xander continued to move up and down on Giles’ cock pressing harder with his lips. Giles exploded shortly after, arching on the bed with a strangled hoarse cry and a muffled sob. Xander could taste sweet, salty drops on his tongue and swallowed the sperm until Giles was empty, panting and limp. Slowly, teasingly he pulled his mouth off the Watcher, gently sucking, still playing his tongue over the now flaccid penis, and making Giles moan and sigh.

Xander did not stop there. He rolled onto his back on the bed, pulled Giles to him and seated him over his hips. He took the tube of lubricant placed on the bedside table and copiously oiled his middle finger and his hard cock. Xander brushed Giles’ anus lightly, then snugly, then with increasing pressure before he slipped one oiled finger deep inside in a smooth thrust, pressing in against the sphincter, gently stretching. The Watcher gasped and squirmed as Xander’s second finger joined the first to start a slow stroke applying some lube on the ring of muscle. Giles rolled his head in pleasure and moaned each time the young man stroked his prostate. He uttered a strangled cry when Xander gently worked a third finger inside him and adding yet more lubricant. His breath became ragged in his chest.

"Oh yes! Oh yesssss!"

Giles groaned in reproach as Xander removed his fingers, the frustration there evident. He then noticed that the young man holding him by his hips had manoeuvred him over his full erect penis wanting to penetrate him like this.

"Xander… it is not the best position…"

Xander nodded. "I know, but I want you in front of me, Giles. I want to see your beautiful face."

"All right."

Giles took Xander’s slippery cock in his left hand and centered his anus over the head of it. Leaning on his hands he then slowly sank down a little and gasped and clenched his jaws when he felt the tip of the young man’s penis pressing on his sphincter. Giles focused on relaxing all his muscles, of emptying his mind and pushed against Xander’s penis. He struggled there some seconds but the head suddenly popped inside him. Giles immediately let out a cry of pain and bit his lower lip hard. He waited again until half of the shaft was inside him. He paused there to give himself time to adjust to Xander’s size. The young man so wanted to fill Giles that he pressed on his shoulders, impaling him all of a sudden on his slippery hard sex. Giles started to cry out with pain.

"Oh my God!" Xander exclaimed realizing what he had just done. "Giles, are you all right?"

Giles nodded. "Yes… I’m… all… right… now."

"Then… may I…?"

"Yes, you may."

Xander grasped Giles’ hips and started to thrust up and down into him at first slowly, with long gentle strokes, but he was rapidly becoming very excited and he accelerated his rhythm. His strokes became short, hard, and he was quickly out of breath and tired. Giles grinned and wrapped his fingers around the base of Xander’s cock.

"Stop moving luv."

Xander happily complied and imitating Giles he wrapped his fingers around the other man’s powerful erection. He slid his hand up and down the swollen shaft groaning with pleasure. Pleasure to be caressed by Giles and pleasure to caress him.

Giles started to move in circles at first small ones, then larger ones. Under him Xander was gasping, his whole body was trembling. He then varied position, angle and speed, and stopped a few time to allow the young man to thrust again inside him. Giles accelerated his ride gasping for breath, head thrown back. Every stroke brought him a little closer to his building climax. Xander was very ready to come and waited for Giles to do it with him. Suddenly Giles pushed all the air out of his lungs and exploded splashing Xander’s abdomen and chest with his hot seed. Xander thrust a last time inside Giles and finally released his sperm inside him with a hoarse shout. He then lay limp on the mattress. Giles fell forward onto him. Exhausted, contented, and feeling wonderful they both dozed off.

The phone ringing awakened Xander. He stretched out his arm towards the device and picked-up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Xander? Is that you? You are at Giles' place?"

Xander nodded. "Yes, Willow. Giles didn’t feel very well yesterday evening so I drove him home and I slept on the couch. He feels better this morning… "

"This afternoon," rectified Willow. "Because it’s five past twelve.

Xander blinked. "It's midday?"

"It was."

Xander glanced at the clock radio. The blue figures indicated 12:05. He suppressed a swearword.

"Listen, Will, Giles is still tired, I believe that he won’t be going to the school this afternoon, nor me. He needs me to take care of him, you understand?" He caressed Giles' muscular buttocks. The Watcher was still asleep and he was still inside him. "We'll both be there tomorrow morning, Willow."

"Do you want me come over?"

Xander shook his head. "No, it’s going to be all right Will. See you tomorrow morning all right? Bye."

The young man hung up. His morning erection increased when Giles began moving. He made him roll on his back, rolling with him and found himself on top of Giles. He began to gently thrust inside him. Giles abruptly woke up and gasped feeling Xander’s cock head brushing his prostate.

"Good mor… afternoon, Giles."

The Watcher grinned. "Good afternoon. Aaaah! Faster luv."

"Yes, G-man."

"Don’t call me that! … Xand-man!"

END