!fanfic! - BtVS - Giles/Xander Fic - 'Misspent Youth'
Unlikely as it sounds... fic! Actual tangible fic!
Title: Misspent Youth
Rating: R
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Summary: My rewrite of Band Candy, to fit in with the what_if_buffy prompt: What if Ripper had screwed someone else? (Prompt 108).
Wordcount: 1, 379
Everything got easy once Joyce started to kiss him back. Once he was leaning over her, lifting her up onto the hood of the car instinct took over, Ripper didn’t have to think what he was doing or why, just climb on and enjoy the-
“Giles!”
Ripper collided with the car as Joyce slipped out from under him, scuffing his wrist on a sharp edge of metal. He turned to see his Slayer standing there with a nasty expression, like she was about to kick seven shades of shit into his body. He chanced a look at Joyce who stood with her head down, desperately holding in a fit of giggles.
“Get in the car,” Buffy ordered.
Ripper stood up straight, gritting his teeth. The Slayer stared him out with eyes as hard as his own.
“Now.”
He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, squeezing into the back of the car with rat-boy Snyder and Willow. Oz stood beside the now-full car, apparently very in control of the situation. He began to walk away.
“Oz!” Willow called from her window. “Where are you going?”
And the cool redhead nearly smiled. “Calling a babysitter to meet you at Giles’s.”
Ripper reclined on his sofa, legs thrown up onto the table behind it, eavesdropping on the conversation going on at the door.
“I can’t believe you’re landing me with this!”
“Xander! Willow is watching Mom, Oz is coming to the warehouse with me for back-up, what do you-”
“What about Cordy?”
“You think I’d leave Cordelia alone with the guy who was on top of my mom on the hood of a police car?”
In the silence that followed the two teenagers turned to see Ripper peeking over the top of the sofa, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Xander sighed, silently acknowledging that it wasn’t ideal for Cordy to be here alone with him. At least Xander could take him if he tried to escape.
Probably.
Before he could agree to watch the Watcher Buffy was out the door, stamping her way down Oakhurst back towards Oz and the car. Xander huffily locked up, slipping the key into his back pocket. He turned back to face the room, disturbed by the fact that Ripper - no Giles - was suddenly gone.
He took tense steps towards the sofa, craning his neck to see if Giles was hiding behind it. The hairs on the back of Xander’s neck bristled as he focused on the empty sofa.
“Giles, don’t mess with me,” he warned in a shaky voice. He looked all around him, noting quickly the empty kitchen and hall. “Come on G-Man…”
Soft fingers suddenly ran up the back of Xander’s neck into his hair, making him jump what seemed like several feet. He felt a pair of lips soft against his ear as long-buried feelings made their way to the surface of his mind.
“Not supposed to call me that, naughty boy.”
A rough hand spanked him so fast Xander might have imagined it, had it not left his ass stinging and his throat suddenly dry. He turned to face Giles, who had apparently been hiding in the bathroom, for his hair was a little wet at the roots where he’d splashed his face with water. Xander took in the wet, glistening skin, sharp white teeth bared in a predatory grin. Those green eyes filled with what could only be lust.
Ripper leaned in, gripping Xander’s hair with a gentle sort-of force, but the boy turned away, stumbling backwards until he was up against the sofa. Ripper let a puzzled grin slide onto his face
“Don’t you want me?” He teased, eyes widened a little in puppy-dog fashion.
Xander’s lower lip quivered as he attempted a reply. Words appeared to fail him, so Ripper took his opportunity to lean in again, this time aiming for the boy’s pale neck. He bit and kissed his way along it, working up to Xander’s earlobe as the gasps turned to moans, then back to gasps again.
Oh yes, the boy definitely wanted him.
They made it all the way to the bedroom before Xander stopped Ripper again, noting the all-too-familiar scenario of Ripper-Giles on top of someone with that grin on his face. This was just a one-nighter, something Giles would regret. It’d never mean half as much to the sober watcher in the morning as it would to Xander tonight.
“This is crazy,” he panted, sitting up and scooting away from Ripper a little on the bed. He seemed to take this as an opportunity to strip, pulling his tattered t-shirt over his head. And the hairy chest and scarred stomach nearly sent Xander over the edge - all those things he’d thought about alone in his room in the depth of night were coming true. He could have jumped up, pinned Giles down and let his instincts rule him there and then, but he forced himself to look away.
“This is really crazy.”
Ripper lunged forwards in one swift move, attacking Xander’s neck again with those slightly-rough lips. He writhed, attempting to get out from under the muscular frame of the watcher, but in doing so the friction made him stop. And start. And stop again. Wriggling to be free, but no longer trying to escape.
It was too much effort to break free, go home and dream of what could have been. He had a choice here - one night of passion with the man he’d wanted so desperately for two and a half years versus many, many years of repression. For this one night he had the chance to be free, even if it meant things could never be back to normal between them.
It’s not like they were the best of friends anyway.
“Why not be a little crazy tonight, then?” Ripper asked, commandeering his lips before Xander could even say ‘Yes’.
At the time it had seemed like a great idea - an opportunity not to be missed - but Xander found himself lying in the morning sun for what seemed an age - too afraid to open his eyes. Would Giles actually hurt him for giving in? Or worse - would he be upset, ashamed even? Perhaps what he wanted in his youth and what he wants now are dramatically different?
He can feel Xander lying on his chest and resists the powerful urge to run a hand through his hair. Can’t be the Ripper now, not now his conscience is in charge once more. Giles knew the second the boy woke he’d most likely scarper, never daring to be alone with him again. It hurt the sober watcher to know that his looser nature had taken what had never really been offered to him, that he’d seduced the boy he’d promised to put from his mind.
They might have gone on for hours lying in silent anticipation, had Xander’s nose not started to itch terribly. As he reached to scratch it he felt Giles’s torso shift under his head, so much so that Xander had to sit up straight in the bed. He looked away, gearing up for the inevitable.
“I’m sorry I took advantage.”
Giles’s voice joined his own, speaking the exact same words. The two looked to one another, each smiling a confused little grin.
“You didn’t.”
And this time the grin became a laugh, for they spoke in sync again. Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose bashfully, looking down to the bed-sheet they were both lying under. The full colour memory of what had happened the night before played over and over in his mind. Giles looked up at Xander again, just to make sure it was all real.
“I’d’ve run like hell if I didn’t want you,” Xander said apologetically, shuffling closer to Giles again. “You were the one with no conscience.”
At this Giles frowned, he too had moved closer again, slipping a bare arm around Xander’s young shoulders. “Did you think the lack of a conscience changed my sexual preferences?”
“Uh…” Was all the reply Xander could give.
“It gave me the, uh, confidence, shall we say, to go for what I wanted.”
Xander looked up into those pale green eyes.
“You want me?”
The eyes turned a deeper shade, a shade pleasurably familiar.
“I certainly do.”
Title: Misspent Youth
Rating: R
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Summary: My rewrite of Band Candy, to fit in with the what_if_buffy prompt: What if Ripper had screwed someone else? (Prompt 108).
Wordcount: 1, 379
Everything got easy once Joyce started to kiss him back. Once he was leaning over her, lifting her up onto the hood of the car instinct took over, Ripper didn’t have to think what he was doing or why, just climb on and enjoy the-
“Giles!”
Ripper collided with the car as Joyce slipped out from under him, scuffing his wrist on a sharp edge of metal. He turned to see his Slayer standing there with a nasty expression, like she was about to kick seven shades of shit into his body. He chanced a look at Joyce who stood with her head down, desperately holding in a fit of giggles.
“Get in the car,” Buffy ordered.
Ripper stood up straight, gritting his teeth. The Slayer stared him out with eyes as hard as his own.
“Now.”
He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, squeezing into the back of the car with rat-boy Snyder and Willow. Oz stood beside the now-full car, apparently very in control of the situation. He began to walk away.
“Oz!” Willow called from her window. “Where are you going?”
And the cool redhead nearly smiled. “Calling a babysitter to meet you at Giles’s.”
Ripper reclined on his sofa, legs thrown up onto the table behind it, eavesdropping on the conversation going on at the door.
“I can’t believe you’re landing me with this!”
“Xander! Willow is watching Mom, Oz is coming to the warehouse with me for back-up, what do you-”
“What about Cordy?”
“You think I’d leave Cordelia alone with the guy who was on top of my mom on the hood of a police car?”
In the silence that followed the two teenagers turned to see Ripper peeking over the top of the sofa, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Xander sighed, silently acknowledging that it wasn’t ideal for Cordy to be here alone with him. At least Xander could take him if he tried to escape.
Probably.
Before he could agree to watch the Watcher Buffy was out the door, stamping her way down Oakhurst back towards Oz and the car. Xander huffily locked up, slipping the key into his back pocket. He turned back to face the room, disturbed by the fact that Ripper - no Giles - was suddenly gone.
He took tense steps towards the sofa, craning his neck to see if Giles was hiding behind it. The hairs on the back of Xander’s neck bristled as he focused on the empty sofa.
“Giles, don’t mess with me,” he warned in a shaky voice. He looked all around him, noting quickly the empty kitchen and hall. “Come on G-Man…”
Soft fingers suddenly ran up the back of Xander’s neck into his hair, making him jump what seemed like several feet. He felt a pair of lips soft against his ear as long-buried feelings made their way to the surface of his mind.
“Not supposed to call me that, naughty boy.”
A rough hand spanked him so fast Xander might have imagined it, had it not left his ass stinging and his throat suddenly dry. He turned to face Giles, who had apparently been hiding in the bathroom, for his hair was a little wet at the roots where he’d splashed his face with water. Xander took in the wet, glistening skin, sharp white teeth bared in a predatory grin. Those green eyes filled with what could only be lust.
Ripper leaned in, gripping Xander’s hair with a gentle sort-of force, but the boy turned away, stumbling backwards until he was up against the sofa. Ripper let a puzzled grin slide onto his face
“Don’t you want me?” He teased, eyes widened a little in puppy-dog fashion.
Xander’s lower lip quivered as he attempted a reply. Words appeared to fail him, so Ripper took his opportunity to lean in again, this time aiming for the boy’s pale neck. He bit and kissed his way along it, working up to Xander’s earlobe as the gasps turned to moans, then back to gasps again.
Oh yes, the boy definitely wanted him.
They made it all the way to the bedroom before Xander stopped Ripper again, noting the all-too-familiar scenario of Ripper-Giles on top of someone with that grin on his face. This was just a one-nighter, something Giles would regret. It’d never mean half as much to the sober watcher in the morning as it would to Xander tonight.
“This is crazy,” he panted, sitting up and scooting away from Ripper a little on the bed. He seemed to take this as an opportunity to strip, pulling his tattered t-shirt over his head. And the hairy chest and scarred stomach nearly sent Xander over the edge - all those things he’d thought about alone in his room in the depth of night were coming true. He could have jumped up, pinned Giles down and let his instincts rule him there and then, but he forced himself to look away.
“This is really crazy.”
Ripper lunged forwards in one swift move, attacking Xander’s neck again with those slightly-rough lips. He writhed, attempting to get out from under the muscular frame of the watcher, but in doing so the friction made him stop. And start. And stop again. Wriggling to be free, but no longer trying to escape.
It was too much effort to break free, go home and dream of what could have been. He had a choice here - one night of passion with the man he’d wanted so desperately for two and a half years versus many, many years of repression. For this one night he had the chance to be free, even if it meant things could never be back to normal between them.
It’s not like they were the best of friends anyway.
“Why not be a little crazy tonight, then?” Ripper asked, commandeering his lips before Xander could even say ‘Yes’.
At the time it had seemed like a great idea - an opportunity not to be missed - but Xander found himself lying in the morning sun for what seemed an age - too afraid to open his eyes. Would Giles actually hurt him for giving in? Or worse - would he be upset, ashamed even? Perhaps what he wanted in his youth and what he wants now are dramatically different?
He can feel Xander lying on his chest and resists the powerful urge to run a hand through his hair. Can’t be the Ripper now, not now his conscience is in charge once more. Giles knew the second the boy woke he’d most likely scarper, never daring to be alone with him again. It hurt the sober watcher to know that his looser nature had taken what had never really been offered to him, that he’d seduced the boy he’d promised to put from his mind.
They might have gone on for hours lying in silent anticipation, had Xander’s nose not started to itch terribly. As he reached to scratch it he felt Giles’s torso shift under his head, so much so that Xander had to sit up straight in the bed. He looked away, gearing up for the inevitable.
“I’m sorry I took advantage.”
Giles’s voice joined his own, speaking the exact same words. The two looked to one another, each smiling a confused little grin.
“You didn’t.”
And this time the grin became a laugh, for they spoke in sync again. Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose bashfully, looking down to the bed-sheet they were both lying under. The full colour memory of what had happened the night before played over and over in his mind. Giles looked up at Xander again, just to make sure it was all real.
“I’d’ve run like hell if I didn’t want you,” Xander said apologetically, shuffling closer to Giles again. “You were the one with no conscience.”
At this Giles frowned, he too had moved closer again, slipping a bare arm around Xander’s young shoulders. “Did you think the lack of a conscience changed my sexual preferences?”
“Uh…” Was all the reply Xander could give.
“It gave me the, uh, confidence, shall we say, to go for what I wanted.”
Xander looked up into those pale green eyes.
“You want me?”
The eyes turned a deeper shade, a shade pleasurably familiar.
“I certainly do.”