*****
One of the louts who worked for the dark-haired man opened the door of the cellar and violently pushed Xander inside. The man slammed the door shut and locked it. Xander paled and shivered in horror when he saw Giles sprawled on the floor of the basement, a pool of blood under him. His blood. He immediately rushed to his lover and checked his pulse and breathing; both were slow, but steady. But the boy wasn't relieved at all. Giles had a bullet wound in his stomach and had lost a lot of blood. He put his hands on the Watcher's wound and pressed on it, but the blood flowed between his fingers with each heartbeat. It was useless. Giles was dying.
"Xand… er."
Xander saw Giles slowly open his eyes. He took his hand and held it tightly. Tears rolled down on his cheeks.
"I'm going to… die."
The young man shook his head. "No! You can't die! You can't leave me alone! I need you, I love you, I love you so much!" He began sobbing. "Please, don't die, Giles. Please."
Giles' face turned ashen grey and he began to have muscle spasms. He felt cold, so cold.
"I can't… I'm sorry. I love… you, Xander."
Suddenly there was an electric crackling in the room and Willow materialized a second later near the door. She froze in horror upon seeing Giles sprawled on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. His blood. She squeaked and rushed to Xander who was kneeling down beside the dying Watcher, and grasped his hand. The face of the boy was pale and wet with tears.
"What happened, Xander?"
Xander looked at Willow and told her with a hoarse voice: "No time for explanations, Willow. You've got to get us out of here. Use your magic to transport us to hospital."
The red witch nodded. "Right away!"
She took Giles' hands and Xander's and cast the transportation spell. They disappeared from the cellar as the last word was chanted. They materialized in front of the Sunnydale General Hospital five seconds later. Xander immediately rushed towards the entrance of the ER to warn doctors that Giles was seriously injured and lying in the grass outside. Willow stayed beside the Watcher, holding his hand tightly in hers, telling him to stay awake, that the doctors will take care of him, that he'll be fine soon, that all his friends need him, and that all of his friends love him.
Giles' vision blurred and darkened. His ears were buzzing. His body had become heavy. "Too… late."
"No! Giles! Don't die!"
Two male nurses pushing a gurney and a doctor arrived as the Watcher's head slumped to one side, resting on his shoulder.
Giles exhaled a last breath.
*****
Willow opened the door to the hospital room occupied by Giles. Xander was seated in an armchair, in the corner near the window. He was pale, tense. He had been crying. The Watcher was lying on the bed, attached by wires and tubes to several different machines, which buzzed and flashed. A plastic airway tube had been pushed in his mouth and down his throat to help him breathe.
"What did the doctors say?" Willow asked.
Xander sighed. "They said that it's a real miracle that he`s alive, because he died you know."
"I know, yes. I was beside him when he died, Xander."
Giles' eyelids fluttered and he breathed a muffled sound. Xander launched himself to him in a flash.
"Giles, can you hear me?" he asked, bending towards his lover. "Giles, can you hear me?"
Giles turned his head in the direction of the voice, which was slowed down, and this simple movement started a horrible headache. He uttered a plaintive groan. He slowly opened and screwed up his eyes. The light hurt them, but he succeeded in keeping them open. He wanted to speak, but he had something in his mouth, in his throat, which prevented him from doing so. He was afraid of suffocating and he started struggling weakly.
"Take it easy, Giles, Shhh. Everything is okay," Xander said to the older man. He offered him a reassuring smile, and kissed him on his forehead. Giles immediately calmed down. "You've been intubated because you're having difficulty breathing."
Willow beamed and gave a little wave. "Hi Giles! How do you feel?"
Giles looked around the room, confusion visible on his face, and then he fell asleep. He spent the rest of the day, all night long and the morning of the next day sleeping. He slowly awoke at noon and felt a large hand in his. He noticed that he did not have the tube in his throat any longer.
"How are you, Giles?" Xander asked.
"I feel… ooh! So good."
The boy chuckled. "Mmm. That's the morphine."
"What happened?"
"It's a long story."
"Who was that man? The one who shot me?"
"He was a smuggler, Giles. He needed provisions to continue his journey towards South Africa and he decided to make a stop-off point on your island to plunder the storeroom in the lighthouse. That's what he told me before he locked us both in the empty storeroom. Willow beamed down a bit later on and then she has beamed us all to the lawn in front of Sunnydale Hospital."
"Ah! And I died … "
Xander nodded. "Just for a minute. The doctors managed to resuscitate you and I am very, very, very happy about that."
He kissed Giles on the lips and continued: "I`m really looking forward to you getting out of the hospital so that I can make love to you …"
Giles kissed Xander back. "Likewise."
*****
Two weeks later, at Giles' place.
Xander noiselessly entered Giles' and his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Giles was sprawled on top of the bedspread, stark naked, asleep and snoring lightly. A wide band surrounded his waist hiding the bandage, which covered the healing gunshot wound. The boy brushed his left nipple and then started to tie Giles to the bed with the silk scarves he had brought with him. The Watcher kept sleeping, his face relaxed, a happy smile on his lips.
[He`s having nice dreams,] Xander thought.
He moved between Giles' open legs and ran his hands over his lover's inner thighs. He then slid them up towards the limp penis, which he stroked for a couple of minutes. The Watcher moaned in his sleep. He groaned when Xander cupped his testicles and massaged them. His eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, slowly. A lazy smile appeared on his lips as he became fully aware of the boy's ministrations. He giggled when he noticed he was tied to the bed, at his lover's mercy.
"Mmmmm… Xander don't forget I'm convalescent. The doctors said I have to do as little as possible."
Xander nodded. "I know, Giles. I'll be doing all the work, don't worry. Are you ready?"
Giles smiled. "Make love to me."
Xander wrapped his fingers around his lover's penis and moved it, gliding it slowly downward and then sweeping it up with increasing pressure. Giles moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes. Wrapping his second hand around Giles' shaft, the young man concentrated solely on bringing pleasure to the one he loved. He could feel Giles growing in his hands, his length hardening under the stimulation.
"Oooaaah! Xander, I want you inside me…"
"You are my prisoner of love. You have to say please."
"Pleaaaaaaase!"
Xander grinned. "Good boy!"
Xander fumbled the tube of lubricant open, coating his fingers before moving them to Giles' tight opening. He slipped one finger inside easily and started to thrust. As he felt his lover loosening up, he added another finger, and then another.
"Aaaaaah! My God!" Giles cried out thrashing as best he could with his wrists and ankles restrained, thrusting his hips in time with the boy's fingers, desperately seeking release.
Xander continued to move his fingers in and out of Giles whilst he began to pump his own cock, never taking his eyes off the Watcher, whose erection was more pain than pleasure by now. Once he was sure Giles was ready, he raised his hips a little and positioned his cock at the other man's ass. He then slowly began to penetrate his lover. Giles let out a soft gasp as he felt Xander moving inside him. He then groaned as the boy rocked steadily, working his penis deeper until he felt his testicles resting against his ass. Xander started to move his hips up and down with increasing speed, as he reached up and toyed with Giles' nipples.
Giles moaned and panted as Xander's strokes brought him closer to a huge climax. The young man had placed one hand on Giles' hard cock and was stroking him time to his powerful thrusts, hitting his prostate harder each time. Finally the stimulation was too much, and Giles exploded with a strangled cry over Xander's hand and his chest. His release triggered the boy's. He screamed as he released. He grabbed on to Giles and held him tightly, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course through his body as he pumped load after load of semen into his lover. His body stiffened and then shook as he emptied himself completely. Xander fell forward, his face against Giles' shoulder. Within seconds they were asleep on the bed.
Xander woke up first half an hour later and immediately untied his lover. Giles stirred and then he, too, woke up. He took his lover's face in his hands and pulled him forward into a kiss. Their tongues lapped gently at each other. Xander then pulled back slightly and said:
"I love you, Giles. I love you so much."
"I too luv."
They kissed each other again, their hands roaming everywhere they could, moaning...
*****
The End (but not for them)