It was Christmas Eve and most teen-age girls would be off to a party, or with relatives or even off on a date. But not Buffy Summers. No Buffy was in the cemetery dusting her latest victory off her sweatshirt. She was after all, the Slayer. The Chosen One. The one girl in the entire world who could stop the spread of Evil.

Buffy leaned up against a headstone and looked up at the night sky. It was a clear moonlit night and the stars twinkled in the sky. The moon lit the ground and cast a silver glow over the entire cemetery. As Buffy gazed at the heavens she thought she saw something dart across the night sky.

"Santa?" she thought absently to herself and then shook her head and laughed.

Buffy had just turned to go home when she heard...no it couldn't be...sleigh bells?

Sure enough, as she turned around, eight reindeer, a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicolas too, was just setting down. Buffy rubbed her eyes and blinked twice at the sight.

"Santa?" she said hesitantly.

"In the flesh, Buffy." he said with a jolly laugh.

"What brings you to SunnyHell, Santa?" she asked, still not believing this was happening.

"You and your friends, Buffy. You have such goodness in your hearts, I thought I'd drop by with a little something special." St. Nick replied with a twinkle in his eye and handed Buffy a red envelope with her name written on it in an elegant gold script.

Buffy was speechless. She'd fought vampires, demons, hell beasts, ghosts, you name it. But, Santa? He was really real? It was beyond comprehension.

As if sensing her thoughts, he hopped back in his sleigh and said "Yes, Buffy, there is a Santa Claus." with a laugh, then added "just remember, the magic will end at midnight on Christmas." and with that, he ho-ho-ho'd off into the night.

She shook her head briefly, then gazed at the envelope in her hands. "Well, no time like the present I always say." She could hardly contain her child-like excitement as she ripped open the envelope. In her rush, it tore in half and a shower of sparkles and dust fell around her and she closed her eyes...

========== Buffy opened her eyes to find herself sitting on a couch with Spike in a posh suite. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace, filling the room with warmth and soft music floated through the air. She was briefly confused, but decided "Go with it, Summers".

Spike pulled her over into his arms and stroked her cheek with his hand. His hand felt so warm against her face, almost hot. But how could that be? Unless she mused to herself before losing all conscious thought as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

His tongue traced her lower lip before slipping past it to caress her tongue. As they kissed, his warm breath fanned her cheek, causing a shiver of excitement to run up Buffy's spine.

Spike ran a hand up under her shirt; caressing her breast through the thin scrap of lace that covered it. Deftly, he undid the front clasp of her bra and pulled Buffy onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Then, running his hands up her sides he slid her top over her head and tossed her bra aside.

Buffy threw her head back and groaned as he sucked one of her pink nipples into his mouth. He laved the soft flesh with his tongue, causing the nipple to harden under his ministrations. Then, he moved to the other breast and repeated the action.

As pleasure rippled though her being, Buffy ground herself on Spike's lap. It was now Spike's turn to groan as Buffy moved herself against his hardness. Pleased that she was able to evoke such a reaction from him, Buffy decided to see how far he would let her go and ran her hands up and down his chest, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Spike shrugged out of the material and reveled in the feel of her soft, warm hands roaming his flesh.

Buffy gave him a seductive smile and winked at Spike before leaning in and kissing him. Repeating his earlier actions, she traced his lower lip with her tongue before plundering his mouth. While she was kissing him, Buffy ground her sex in a circular motion against his hardness. Spike gasped and grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder against himself.

Buffy left his lips and started trailing tiny kisses down his jaw, stopping briefly to nip and suck at the vein in his neck. Then she continued down to his collarbone. Nipping here, kissing there before she found one of his nipples and sucked it into her mouth. Spike groaned again and ran his hands over her back and shoulders.

Continuing her decent, Buffy slipped off his lap, kneeling in front of him as she trailed tiny kiss down his ribs and stomach. She lapped the skin around his bellybutton and dipped her tongue into it causing Spike to squirm with pleasure. She moved her hands to his crotch and caressed his ever-growing hardness though his jeans before slipping her fingers into the waistband and undoing his fly.

As Buffy peeled the material back to reveal his black silk boxers, she could clearly see his excitement staining against the material, threatening to burst out. Buffy kissed him through the material and Spike let out a long, low groan as she rubbed her cheek up and down his length. The friction from her cheek rubbing the silk of his boxers against him was almost too much.

Buffy stopped her ministrations long enough to remove Spike's boots. Then she helped him remove his pants and boxers before stripping herself and settling back between his legs. Spike took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as Buffy's small hands worked their magic on his hardness before teasing the tip with her tongue and taking it into her mouth.

"Bloody Hell, Slayer." he cried out "Oh, Slayer. Oh, that feels so good."

Buffy glanced up and smiled to herself when she saw the look of pleasure on Spike's face; eyes shut, head thrown back and panting. He never looked more sexy to her!

Unable to resist the fire in her loins any longer, Buffy scrambled up onto his lap again and found his mouth. As their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, she rubbed her slick sex up and down his hardness before impaling herself on it. They both cried out as the sensation overwhelmed their senses.

Slowly at first, Buffy started thrusting herself up and down on his hard shaft. Then picking up the pace as Spike met her thrust for thrust. Buffy could feel the tension building inside her and instinctively rubbed herself against him with each new thrust.

Buffy came with a shout, his name on her lips. As her inner walls and muscles contracted around him, Spike thrust up against her a few more times before calling her name as he spilled himself deep inside her.

Buffy collapsed against Spike's chest, panting, trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes, she leaned back and looked into his eyes. Eyes that were filled with so much life and love for her that she felt her heart would burst.

"Merry Christmas, Spike." she murmured before sinking back against his chest to listen to the wondrous new beat of his heart.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Slayer." he murmured back into her hair. "Merry Christmas."

========= The End - Buffy's Wish (the Spike version)

Willow's Wish

Willow Rosenburg sat in front of her computer tipping her head slowly from side to side. She had been researching the black arts when she ran across a site dedicated to positions guaranteed to add zest to your sex life. She was mesmerized at the sight before her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that two people could get into ‘that’ position.

< I wonder if Oz would like to try that? > She questioned quietly to herself.

No, she was pretty sure that he wouldn’t anytime soon. Just weeks early she had practically thrown herself at him and he politely declined her offer. He was just too nice for anything like that. Well, with her right now anyway because she knew that he’d had sex before.

Her mind wandered as she gazed at more of the pictures. To her surprise a certain un-dead British bad boy settled into her thoughts. < Spike > Willow stopped to contemplate him for a minute. He was very good looking. He had that great accent. He had a raw sex appeal that came with being a bad boy. And on top of all that, he had seemed to find her attractive. Of course he’d been drunk at the time, but still, that had to count for something. Plus, with over a hundred year’s experience, he had to be great in bed.

Willow blushed furiously at her bad thoughts quickly shook herself from her reverie. Shutting down her computer she decided it was high time she should be getting to bed. Being Christmas Eve, she knew Xander would be by early in the morning looking for breakfast after his ‘camp out’.

When Willow returned from the bathroom, she found a red envelope propped up on her keyboard. Startled by not knowing who left it there, she quickly checked the door to the balcony. It was still securely locked. Puzzled, Willow picked up the envelope and examined it more closely. There were no markings on the envelope, save for her name in an elegant gold script.

Willow turned the envelope over and tried to open it. It didn’t budge, so she put a little more force into the effort. Suddenly the envelope ripped in half and a shower of dust and sparkles fell all around her. As those before her, Willow instinctively closed her eyes as the dust fell.

======== When Willow opened her eyes, she found herself standing in front of a blazing fire on a large bear skin rug. She was barefoot and the fur enveloping her feet felt so sensual, so erotic. She blushed again as her mind flashed with images of naked bodies. She gazed around the room, taking in her surroundings. She was in some sort of log cabin. She couldn’t really see out the windows due to it being dark, but she guessed she was in the mountains.

Looking down at herself, she found that she was dressed in a man’s flannel pajama top. Eye bows knitting together, Willow wondered where the owner of the bottom was. She didn’t have to wonder for long when she heard a voice behind her.

"There you are, Kitten" a sexy British voice purred behind her. "I woke up and you weren’t beside me. You made Daddy worry." Spike mock scolded before taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

Whatever reasoning in her mind that had balked at his presence was quickly forgotten as his lips claimed hers. She had kissed Oz many times and Xander a few times and they were sweet, tentative kisses. But Spike’s kiss was not tentative at all. It was possessive, pure fire and Willow felt her insides burn with anticipation.

Spike thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing her, tempting her with pleasures to come. As he kissed her, Spike snaked a hand up under her shirt and caressed a naked breast. Willow gasped as he pinched the already hard nubbin before palming it gently. Pushing the material up, Spike bent and suckled each breast one at a time, laving the sensitive flesh with his talented tongue.

Willow tossed her head back and moaned as Spike continued his ministrations. She grasped the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. Her whole body quivered with desire. She could feel the damp heat between her legs soaking her panties. She could think of nothing else but having Spike ease the ache she felt between her legs.

As if sensing her growing urgency, Spike swiftly pulled the shirt off over her head. Willow quickly kicked off her panties as Spike gently lowered her to the rug.

Pausing momentarily, Spike took in the sight before him on the rug. Willow’s eyes were wild and filled with lust as she writhed on the rug, urging him to her with every fiber of her being. As Spike shed the pajama bottoms, Willow let out a small gasp as she stared at his hardness.

Suddenly feeling very bold from her need to touch him and her curiosity, Willow sprung to her knees in front of Spike. Tentatively, Willow started to reach for Spike’s hardness. Feeling suddenly shy, she caressed his hip with her palm before hugging his legs and resting her cheek against his stomach. His cool skin felt so good against her hot skin. So soothing. So perfect.

Willow could barely suppress a giggle as Spike’s hard cock bounced against her shoulder, silently begging for her touch. Wrapping her slim fingers around its thickness, Willow delighted in the sigh of pleasure that came from Spike. Slowly, she slid her hand up and down its length, marveling at the way the skin moved and stretched.

Leaning in, she extended her tongue and licked its length, before taking the tip into her mouth-causing Spike to shudder. Willow licked and sucked, learning anew what made him sigh, what made him groan and shudder with delight. She mused to herself that it was like eating a popsicle, only eating a popsicle never made her feel so powerful or so horny.

Grabbing Spike’s arm, Willow tugged him forcefully down onto the rug. Spike, being caught completely off guard landed with a *thud* next to her and laughed.

"Yes, Pet?" he inquired, a hint of smile in his smoldering eyes.

For an answer, Willow tackled him. Flattening him to the rug, her body on top of his. She sought out his mouth, hungrily devouring it with burning kisses. Spike ran his hand all over her body, as she writhed on top of him, sliding her wet pussy across his hardness. His hands cupped her breasts, lifting them, pinching their hard nipples, urging her on.

Willow reached behind her and grasped his throbbing hardness, slowly easing the tip into her hot channel. Spike groaned low in his throat as she took him in. Steadily, she took all of him in until her bottom was sitting flush with his groin. Willow stopped for a minute, getting use to the feeling of fullness of pleasure that was filling her being.

Soon she began pumping herself up and down, riding him. Spike lifted his hips to meet her thrust for thrust. Then in a move almost too quick to see, he flipped Willow over onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his back and grabbed his butt, urging him deeper and moaning. To her surprise, she started urging him on with words. "Fuck me, Spike. Oh God, that feels so good. Oh God. Oh, Spike, ahhhh."

Willow let out a long moan as she was swept over the edge by her orgasm, before crying out "Spike!" As her body tensed up around him, Spike let out a roar and followed her over the edge. His body shaking as he shot his cold seed deep in her womb.

Spike lay above her for a minute, supporting his weight on his forearms as he caught his breath. Rolling onto this side, he pulled Willow over so that they were nose to nose, gave her a little peck on the lips and smiled. "I just love it when you’re aggressive."

"Really?’ she questioned with a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eyed the four-poster bed on the other side of the room.

"Really" he confirmed, punctuating the statement with a long, slow kiss. When their lips parted, if Spike’s heart had been beating it would have stopped as Willow innocently asked, "Got any rope…?"

========== The End - Willow's Wish

Giles' Wish Rupert Giles stood at the window watching in awe as the snow fell from the sky. He wouldn't have batted an eye at a rain of toads, but snow? In Southern California? He knew better then to second guess living on the Hell Mouth, so he just shook his head and continued to watch it float down from the sky.

A noise behind him shook him from his reverie at the window. Spinning around he scanned the room for the source of the noise, but found nothing. He made a quick sweep of the apartment to check that the door and windows were still locked. He was still alone. Alone on Christmas Eve. With a sigh, he made his way to the kitchen to put the kettle on for a cup of tea.

Cup of tea in hand, Giles settled himself down onto the couch to read. As he picked up the book up a red envelope fell out of it and onto the floor. With a befuddled look, he picked the envelope up and examined it. There were no markings on the envelope save for his name, which was written in an elegant gold script.

Giles took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't a clue where the envelope could have come from and couldn't recall having seen it before. With a shrug he carefully tried to open the envelope so he wouldn't rip it. It would not budge. He tried a little more forcefully and whoosh! The envelope ripped in half and a shower of sparkles and dust fell all around him and he instinctively closed his eyes to keep the dust out of them.

======== When Giles opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer alone in his apartment. His gaze moved around the room as he took in his new surroundings. Several dozen candles lit the room with a soft glow, while a fireplace blazed across the room adding warmth and ambiance. Jazz music floated lightly through the room like a soft breeze. The couch he was sitting on was large, overstuffed and very comfortable. He knew this couch and this place. It was Jenny's house.

He sighed, closing his eyes and sank back into the couch, letting it envelope him like a mothers caress. A small smile turned the corners of his mouth as he remembered some of the things he and Jenny had done on this couch.

A warm hand on his cheek shook him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and his mouth dropped open from shock. There sitting next to him, caressing his cheek was Jenny. His Jenny, the woman that he loved and was taken away from him so tragically.

"Jenny" he gasped out, barely above a whisper.

"Rupert" she replied with a twinkle in her eye and another loving caress to his cheek.

"B-b-but, it can't be. You're....you're.........dead." he finally said.

"I know, and I am so terribly sorry, Rupert. You've been hurting so much." she said still caressing his cheek "So much pain, so much sadness." She continued before placing a feather light kiss across his lips.

"No, no, this is a trick again. This is not real. Jenny is dead. This is all a trick of some sort." Giles said more to convince himself then anything else.

"I know this must be hard for you to understand, Rupert" Jenny started "but I'm really here, it's really me. I can only stay until midnight on Christmas, though. It's a special Christmas wish come true. We get to spend one more day together. A day to say everything that needs to be said; to say goodbye, to say I love you, to bring closure to us and what's happened."

Giles still wasn't sure if he was dreaming this or if he was being tricked, but he decided to hell with it anyway. Dream or no dream, he was sitting on 'that' couch with Jenny and it felt real enough for him!

"Oh Jenny" he cried out crushing her to him in a tight hug. "Do you have any idea how much I have missed you? How much I love you?"

Jenny pulled back a little and gave him a seductive little wink. "Yes, but you could show me anyway."

Giles laughed. "My pleasure, me lady" he said capturing her mouth, claiming her lips as his own in a searing kiss.

Giles felt the passion inside him bloom like a flower. As it unfurled with in him, he let it. He had been so lonely and had missed her so much that he intended to make the most of every precious second he'd been granted.

Jenny's hands roamed his body, the feel of his firm flesh beneath her hands was wonderful. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and deftly divested him. Without the barrier of the shirt in the way, she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. She reveled in the feel of it as it flowed between her fingers.

Jenny paused in her ministrations so she could pull her shirt off over her head. Giles reached up and caressed her breasts. Palming the taut nipples though the silk of her bra before quickly flipping her underneath him and removing the garment.

Gently, reverently, he took one of the pink peaks into his mouth, suckling it gently before caressing the second. Jenny closed her eyes and let out a low groan as he increased the pressure and nipped as he suckled.

Resting his head briefly between Jenny's breasts, Giles ran his hand up and down her sides and arms while listening to the serenade of her heart. After a brief time, he returned his attention to the beauty before him and his desire for her.

Placing little kisses down the valley between her breasts and across her stomach, Rupert stopped at her waist. He carefully slid her skirt and hose down, leaving her only in a pair black silk panties. Leaning forward, he nuzzled and kissed her though the silk. As he did so, he could feel the heat and moisture of her core calling to him, begging him. Jenny thrashed on the couch as Giles removed her panties and then teased her inner lips with his tongue.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Giles quickly shed his own pants and sheathed himself inside her welcome heat. Moving slowly at first, she met him thrust for thrust, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.

With a cry, Jenny came clutching his shoulders, spasms rocking her whole body. As her inner walls clamped down on him, Giles came with a shout. Her name a cry on his lips.

Giles collapsed down on top of Jenny and buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting and trying to catch his breath. Jenny lovingly ran a hand through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp with her fingertips.

After a few minutes she asked "Are you okay?"

He looked up at her with love and peace shinning in his eyes. "Never better, my love. Never better."

"Merry Christmas, Rupert" she whispered to him as he climbed up onto the couch so they could lay together.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Jenny" he replied softly as he cupped her cheek in his hand and ran his thumb across her lips before kissing her gently.

They both knew that they needed to talk about what had happened, that he needed to make peace with the past so that he could move on to the future. But not right now. No, right now he would hold her and love her. There would be plenty of time for talking in the morning. Tonight was for love alone and he had a feeling that the couch was in for a workout!

===== The End - Giles' Wish

Xnader's Wish

Two months later:

"Okay, Harris. Get your brain in gear." Xander said out loud to himself. "Sure it’s Saturday night, sure you should be Bronzing it with your buds, but you’ve got a big history test Monday and if you don’t pass, you’ll fail the class."

Xander flopped his head down on his desk and banged it on the wood a few times. The thumping caused his pack of Rolo’s to roll across the desk and fall to the floor behind it. Xander raised his head up off the desk and quirked it to one side. In his best, Scottish voice he said "But Captain, he can’t take much more of this, he needs chocolate." He knew that those Rolo’s had to be here someplace.

Getting down on all fours, Xander scrounged behind the desk and with an "Ah-Ha!" he grabbed the Rolo’s. Sitting on the floor next to the desk, he ripped the package open and popped one into this mouth. Curious what other packages of chocolaty goodness might be hiding back there, he searched around some more. His fingers brushed paper and he pulled out a red envelope.

Xander examined the envelope carefully. It was void of markings, save for his name in an elegant gold script. He couldn’t recall having seen it before, but it did have his name on it, so it must be his. he thought to himself.

Xander tried to open the envelope but it didn’t budge, so he put some manly muscle into the effort. Suddenly the envelope ripped open and a shower of dust and sparkles fell all around him. As those before, Xander instinctively closed his eyes as the dust fell.

=============== Opening his eyes, Xander was confused to see that he was standing on Giles’ doorstep, knuckles against the wood. Before he could put much thought into how he got there, the door opened and he found himself staring at Giles.

"Xander, is everything all right?" Giles asked worriedly "Are Buffy and Willow okay?"

After a pause, Xander finally said, "Everything is fine, I guess."

Giles invited Xander into the living room and closed the door. "Did you need to talk to me or something, Xander?" Giles prodded.

"Um, well, no, I don’t think so." He answered.

"Xander, are you sure everything is al-alright? You’re not making much sense."

Xander took a deep breath, "you’re…you’re going to think that I’m crazy, but I don’t really know how I got here."

Giles motioned to the couch and motioned Xander to sit down next to him. Once Xander was sitting Giles looked him in the eyes and said "Why don’t you start with what you remember and we’ll see what if we can figure this out, okay?" Giles gave him a small reassuring smile.

Xander nodded as he looked back at Giles. He’d never really noticed before, but Giles had the most captivating eyes. They were kind and comforting and he had the most unique face. The way his lips curled when he smiled was very sensual. He shook his head briefly to try and clear the thoughts from his head and told Giles about his day.

"…And the last thing I remember was the envelope." He finished.

"What envelope? What did it look like?" Giles expectantly.

Xander looked curiously at him for a second. "It was a red envelope with my name on it in gold in this fancy girlie looking writing. I think it might have been a Valentine from Cordy or maybe Wills. I don’t know though, because I just found it."

"What do you mean, you just found it Xander?"

"I mean it must have fallen behind the desk when they left it for me, because I found it back there tonight." He finished. "Why, what do you think it was Giles?"

"Did anything happen when you opened it?" Giles prodded.

"Oh yeah…" Xander thought for a second "this sparkly dust stuff kind of exploded out of it. Must have been a joke or something." Suddenly feeling stupid for showing up on Giles’ doorstep and bothering him, Xander stood suddenly and said "I’m sorry to have bothered you, I guess I’ll just get going."

Giles reached up and grabbed Xander’s hand and pulled him back down to the couch. ‘Xander, I think that I know what the envelope was."

"You do?" Xander asked incredulously.

"Y-yes, but I’m not sure how to take it." Giles continued. "You see, I received an envelope just as you described on Christmas Eve. It was a gift, of sorts I guess you could say. I’m not exactly sure from whom."

"What happened when you opened yours?" Xander interrupted.

"W-well, um, I was granted ‘one’ of my dearest wishes." Giles finished looking very sad.

"So, I don’t get it?" Xander asked. "If this it was suppose to grant me a wish, how did I end up here?"

"I don’t know, Xander." Giles said, then thought to himself how he’d like to take Xander in his arms and kiss him, but he knew that would never happen.

"What was your wish, Giles?" Xander asked

Giles looked away, then turned back to Xander and looked him in the eyes. "It was a chance to say goodbye to Jenny. A chance for closure on what…what happened." He finished, tears stinging his eyes. He looked away again. He didn’t want Xander to see him so emotional.

To the shock of both of them, Xander put a hand on Giles’ cheek and turned his head so that they were facing one another again. "I’m sorry, Giles. About everything that’s happened. About…Jenny." Then to add to the shock even more, Xander leaned in and brushed a feather light kiss across Giles’ lips.

Realizing what he had just done, Xander stood quickly and looked wide-eyed at Giles. He started to panic. He really wanted to kiss Giles again, but it was wrong, Giles was a guy. He was a guy. Giles probably would hate him now. "I’m, oh God Giles…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…I…oh God, I gotta go." And he bolted for the door.

Just as Xander reached the door, Giles caught his arm and spun him around and pulled him into a tight embrace. Before Xander could say anything, Giles kissed him passionately. Xander responded to the kiss with enthusiasm, opening his mouth and seeking out Giles’ tongue with his own. Giles loosened his hold and started running his hands over Xander’s back, one hand finding it’s way to Xander’s head. Giles ran his fingers though the tousled brown mane and groaned low in this throat when he felt Xander’s hands roaming his back as well.

Stopping abruptly, Giles disentangled himself from Xander and took a few steps back. ‘I’m sorry Xander, I… I got a little carried away. It won’t happen again." At the last statement, Xander frowned. "Now then, if you’ll come sit down again, maybe we can figure out why you’re here."

Giles led Xander back over to the couch and the two men sat down again. Xander fidgeted nervously, clasping and unclasping his hands. Giles silently berated himself for losing control over by the door. Simultaneously both men spoke "Giles, I…" "Xander, I…" Laughing, Giles said, "Go ahead Xander. You were going to say…?"

Xander squirmed a little, refusing to make eye contact with the older man. "I, um think I know why I’m here." He finally managed.

"Yes…" Giles prodded.

"I, um, well, I’ve never, well you know…and well, sometimes I fantasize about you and I um, well…I want to be with you, Giles. I mean, I really, really like girls and want to be with Cordy, but I want you too. I want you to be my first."

Giles sat in silence for a moment as he pondered what Xander had just said. Giles too had often thought about loving Xander. He had such exuberance and spirit and yet he was so caring. Xander took Giles’ silence wrongly and grew upset. "I’ve disgusted you, haven’t I. God, I am so embarrassed." Tears filled his eyes to the brim threatening to spill over.

Giles looked at Xander with such caring, such compassion that Xander felt his heart swell. "On the contrary my dear boy." Giles caressed Xander’s cheek with his palm and Xander nuzzled into it. "I too have thought about you, quite often actually…" he trailed off with a smile. "To be your first…I would be honored, Xander."

Giles stood and held his hand out to Xander. Xander took the proffered hand and stood as well. Giving him a light kiss, Giles slowly led Xander upstairs to his bedroom.

When they reached the bedroom, Giles dimmed all the lights except a single lamp that gave off a soft, warm light. Then he turned the radio on so that soft jazz soon filled the room with a sensual beat. Moving over to stand in front of Xander, Giles noted that he was staring at the floor. Giles put a hand under his chin and tilted his face up so that their eyes met. "Xander, if you’re unsure just tell me." Giles said softly. For an answer, Xander pulled Giles in close and kissed him, tracing Giles’ bottom lip with his tongue before seeking entrance into his eagerly waiting mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Xander pulled his tee shirt over his head and then removed his shoes, socks and jeans. Standing before Giles in just his smiley face boxers, he blushed as he felt the other mans eyes wandering over his body. Following Xander’s lead, Giles removed all of his clothes down to his boxers and led Xander over to the bed.

Giles laid down on the bed and Xander scurried into his waiting arms. The two of them stayed there for some time, gently caressing each other, getting use to the feel of the others body. Giles began to massage and kiss Xander’s lean body, his fingers and lips gently tracing every inch, every curve. "You are so handsome Xander and you have such a beautiful soul." Giles murmured between kisses.

Xander gasped when Giles rubbed his cheek against his hardness. Giles looked up at him and asked, "Everything okay?" "Yes" he managed to croak out. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of Xander’s boxers and starting to gently ease them down, he asked "Is this okay?" then laughed as Xander replied "God yes!"

Giles quickly removed Xander’s boxers and then his own. He gently reached out and caressed the eager hardness. Xander moaned when he felt Giles’ fingers on his cock. Proceeding with extreme care and gentleness, Giles traced the length of Xander’s hardness with his deft tongue. Xander’s whole body shook with as the new feelings and sensations washed over him. Taking Xander fully in his mouth, Giles held him steady with one hand as he pumped his mouth up and down on Xander’s member. With his other hand he caressed Xander’s balls, gently rolling them around with his fingers.

Xander was trying desperately to hold out, but the sensations and the pleasure he was receiving from Giles was too much for his virgin body to take. Desperately he cried, "Giles, I’m gonna cum." As his whole body tensed. Giles didn’t stop his ministrations at Xander’s cry, he only pumped him harder. With a long moan and a shout, Xander’s whole body shook as he emptied his seed into Giles’ mouth. Giles kissed Xander’s stomach and stretched out next to him on the bed.

"Was that okay?" Giles asked with a small grin. "Like you had to ask?" Xander replied. "That was the most amazing thing that I have ever felt in my whole life, Giles…but what about you? You haven’t…you know…" Xander added, nodding his head around and blushing.

"Don’t worry about me, Xander. I’ll be fine. This, this was for you, not for me." Giles responded kissing Xander lightly and caressing his cheek.

Xander smiled mischievously and kissed the other man passionately. Raining kisses all over Giles’ face, Xander sneaked a hand down the other man’s stomach and grasped his hardness. Giles gasped when he felt Xander’s fingers close over his swollen organ. Xander smiled goofily, pulling his head back and watching the expression on Giles face as he pumped his cock with his hand.

Giles threw his head back and moaned. Xander’s fingers were pure magic. He yelped when he felt Xander’s hot tongue run over the head of his cock as he pumped it. Mimicking Giles earlier motions, Xander gently caressed his balls with one hand while pumping him with the other, stopping now and then to lave both with his tongue. Giles gently caressed Xander’s shoulder and back with one hand as Xander pleasured him.

With a moan, Giles said "I’m close, Xander." Xander moved back and pumped the other man faster, marveling at the sight as Giles shot his hot seed all over them both. Giles opened his eyes and looked at both of them. "Egads, guess I’ve made a bit of a mess haven’t I." Xander laughed and nodded.

Getting up from the bed, Giles said, "Stay put." And left the room. He quickly returned with a warm cloth and cleaned them both up. Then, climbing back into bed, he motioned for Xander to join him and they snuggled in together under the blankets.

Sighing happily, Xander softly said "Giles?" "Umm-hmm" the librarian answered. "It was perfect, thank you." Xander said snuggling closer and nuzzling Giles neck. As Xander squirmed around in his arms, Giles felt the younger man becoming hard again. "Ah, youthful exuberance…" he quipped and they both laughed.

It was certainly going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.

========= The End - Xander's Wish

THE END