Book One: Chapter Five (Part 3 - 8,126 words)
WARNING: SEXUAL SITUATIONS
It didn’t take them long to get back to Wesley’s flat. Giles paused to put the top up on his car, the radio having mentioned rain tomorrow. Not wanting to give Wesley’s neighbors any fodder for gossip, the three of them seemed determine to behave themselves until they got behind closed doors. He allowed Wesley and Fred to go ahead of him, still trying to figure out when his life had taken such an odd turn. He knew there had been some questions regarding Wesley, within himself, even before he arrived. And Fred, the unexpected surprise, seemed to have a direct line to his heart. Having been with both of them, it felt like an addiction. He couldn’t seem to get enough. For five years, he had done everything expected of him, stood by his Slayer, took care of his family. Now he had a chance to grab something for himself. This was his chance to be selfish...in a manner of speaking. Hadn’t he earned it? His Slayer was dead. Buffy, she would want him to reach for this happiness, wouldn’t she?
Wesley noted the look on Giles’ face when he came through the door. He knew that look. The younger man’s brow furrowed, realizing that he had to do something. His energy was quickly waning, but they were home, and his lover needed him. Keeping hold of Fred’s hand, he brought her with him, while he stood in Giles’ eyeline, drawing his attention.
“Wes? What...?” Giles blinked, looking at him confused. He stopped abruptly when Wesley shook his head. The unspoken order was received...no talking. His breath caught in his chest, seeing the dark head close in until warm lips covered his.
Fred watched Wesley kiss Rupert. These were her guys. It didn’t seem possible that in such a short time she could have found this, but at the same time, given the life they all led, the life she had been forced into, the fact that it had happened so quickly didn’t seem wrong. They couldn’t afford to play carefully, to dance around things, to wait and wonder. They had to grab onto each other and hold on while they had the chance.
Giles ran his fingers through the now short hair, on Wesley. His heart was racing in his chest, the thundering of his own blood the only sound in his ears. “You have no idea how much this new cut suits you,” he told him, softly, feeling the familiar stirring in his jeans. “These eyes...you are beautiful.”
When the boys paused in their kiss, Fred could see that Wesley was looking tired - not surprising given what they had been doing. With a smile, she moved in closer and kissed each of them in turn, long and lovingly, then took both of their hands and led them back into the bedroom.
“Both of you take my breath away,” Giles whispered, allowing himself to be guided to the bedroom. Just before they reached the bed, his nostrils flared as the familiar scent assaulted him. With a wry smile, he approached Wes and turned him, plunging a hand into his front pocket.
Wesley gasped as Rupert’s fingers brushed his rapidly filling shaft. The suddenness of the attack had him so off kilter that he didn’t realize that his lover was after the only thing in that pocket - Fred’s panties from the theatre that he never returned to her. Just as long as the fingers continued their massage, he didn’t care.
With a wry smile, Giles finally withdrew the item he was searching for. Keeping the panties balled up in his hand, he helped Wesley into the chair in the corner of the room. Once he was situated, both of their eyes met.
“You’re a Watcher, so watch, Wesley. And join us when you feel up to it,” he whispered before turning to face Fred. “Fred, luv. Are you still missing something?” he inquired, the amusement clear in his tone. Opening his hand, he allowed the material to dangle from his fingers. The scent of her first release was all over them. “I can smell you. Your musk is driving me mad.” His grin grew, and he knew hearing the words was just as exciting as the act for a woman like Fred. “I remember your reaction, seeing me suck your moisture off of Wesley’s fingers. Is that what you want? Do you want my head, my tongue between your legs, drinking you?”
Fred had forgotten that Wesley had taken her panties and hadn’t returned them. Going around without them had become rather second-nature for a long time, and so she hadn’t thought about asking for them back. Now, seeing Giles standing there, holding them, talking to her that way, she felt her breath begin to hitch and her heart begin to flutter. Her eyes staying locked on his, she walked forward to him, highly aware of Wesley’s eyes also on her, and reached out wrap her hand over his, nodding at his question. She felt goose bumps come up on her arms in anticipation as she did, just seeing the promise that was there in his green eyes, in the way he spoke to her.
Giles let the panties drop from his hand, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile at the fire starting to build in her dark eyes. Gripping the hem of her top, he pulled it up over her head, exposing her to his gaze. Yes, she was thin, but she was beautiful. He slid down to his knees, sliding one calloused hand in between her legs. The other went to the button on the back, undoing the skirt, just as fingers brushed her vagina in a moment of teasing. Leaning back, he allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. He nudged her backwards toward the bed until the backs of her legs hit the mattress.
“Lay back,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. When she complied, he spread her legs wide, leaning his head down between them. He began placing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. “You smell delicious. Makes my mouth water,” he mumbled between kisses, as he worked closer to his prize.
Fred gasped softly, her hands digging into the quilt on Wesley’s bed as Giles worked his way up her leg, feeling like she was going to either melt into goo right there on the sheets or jump clear off the bed. Her body had been in a state of almost perpetual arousal since the night before, and it was sending her nerves into hyper-sensitive overdrive. When Rupert exhaled a breath across her, she shivered, her whole body trembling for several moments.
“Oh, God, please,” she panted. “More. Need...more...”
“Soon,” Giles chuckled deeply, intending to make this enjoyable for all of them. Placing one arm across her midsection to hold her, he used his fingers on that hand to open her to him completely. Leaning his head down, he trailed his tongue through her lips, tasting the accumulating moisture there. He groaned as the taste hit his tongue, sending vibrations across her opening. Pointing his tongue, he slid it as far into her as it would go. He grinned against her when she almost bucked right off the bed. Lifting his head slightly, he saw her head thrown back, skin flushed, breathless vision of his lover and felt himself harden even more. Focusing his attention back on the important things, he wrapped his lips around her clit, alternating between sucking and working the bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Fu-ohhh...” Everything in her was focused on the sensations that were shooting through her, the feel of his lips and tongue moving across her and inside her, sending her mind spinning with every move. Her mind couldn’t process any thoughts. All she knew was him and Wesley watching and that she had never felt anything like the love they were showering her with before. It tingled in her fingers and stopped her breath in her throat. “Rup-Rupert...ga...”
Continuing his motions, he lifted his free hand and slid two fingers into her body. He stroked her walls, looking for the one spot he knew would send her over the edge. He moaned, feeling her wetness surrounding his digits, her internal muscles gripping him. Redoubling his efforts, he increased the suction, pistoning his fingers in and out of her.
Wesley gasped hard, seeing the pleasure of both of his lovers. He couldn’t take it any longer. Undoing the snap on his jeans, he lowered his zipper and drew himself out. He breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his hard, hot flesh. Balling his hands in his fists, he forced himself to not relieve his own need. He wanted this fire welling up in his gut. Needed it...the adrenaline of it giving him energy.
His fingers moving faster, his tongue and lips working her mercilessly, took Fred closer and closer to that precipice, leaving her hanging there for a moment, unable to shout out or beg. She wanted to instinctively close her legs but couldn’t, and finally everything snapped, the wave running through her body like a tsunami, sending her crashing down with a strangled cry. Blood pounded in her ears as she quaked uncontrollably, her spasms pulsing around Rupert’s fingers.
He had known when she was close, feeling her muscles fluttering around his fingers, so when she clenched down on him hard, he withdrew his fingers, lowering his mouth to her opening to collect her release on his tongue. The taste was exquisite. When her trembling stopped, he pushed his weight up and onto the bed, bracing himself on his arms above her. Looking down into her passion glazed eyes, he smiled.
“Just as I thought - divine,” he said, his voice harsh with his own need. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” He trailed a finger down her torso. “Nipples tight, skin flushed, absolutely breathtaking.”
Fred sucked in a breath at the feel of his fingertip, the sound of his voice. No one had over talked to her like this or had treated her the way both of them did. Lying there on the bed, she felt as beautiful as Rupert said she did. Reaching up, she twined her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to kiss him and could taste herself in his mouth. Long ago, she might have found the idea of tasting herself strange, but now, it seemed natural.
When they parted, she smiled up at him then looked over at Wesley, seeing the look in his eyes, his pants open with his cock out. “Are you up to joining us?” she asked him before glancing up at Rupert.
Giles looked at Wesley carefully. He could see the man was tired, but he was also vibrating with need. With two younger lovers, he knew there would be times where two played while the other sat out. Which was why times like this, with the three of them together, were meant to be treasured. He was willing to bet if he asked Wesley, the younger man preferred this method rather than a sleeping pill. This time would be for him - not that he and Fred wouldn’t enjoy it as well. His brain quickly went over several options before he gave Fred a big smile.
“We’ll need to unwrap him first,” he smirked, getting to his feet. He extended a hand to help Fred up, intending to give her the honors.
She nodded and slid off the bed, feeling a little shaky on her legs but able to stay upright anyway. Walking over to Wes, she leaned over to kiss him deeply and then knelt in front of him on the floor. After unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his arms, she slid his jeans down with his help when he pushed himself out of his chair slightly, pulling them off his legs and tossing them away.
“So handsome,” she murmured, running her hands up his thighs to his erect cock, tracing her finger up the underside to his tip. The reaction she got was wonderful. She then rose to her feet and helped him to stand up, pressing herself against him, not able to get enough of the feel of their bare skin against each other.
Wesley’s breath caught in his throat when Fred’s hands slid up his thighs to touch him. He blushed deeply when she called him handsome, ducking his head briefly. But when she traced the vein on the underside of his shaft, his head fell back in a whispered moan. He stood slowly, his body coiled tight with desire for the woman in his arms.
Giles stayed back purposely, allowing the two their moment together. He pulled the green pullover off and tossed it into the chair Wesley had just vacated. He watched Fred lead the younger man back to the bed. His smile grew seeing the love in Wesley’s eyes when he looked at Fred. It was good to see him so happy after the suffering he had endured, not only as a boy but also at the hands of Angel.
She loved the way he touched her and the way he looked at her. It made her feel as warm and tingly she had felt earlier. Climbing onto the bed, she sat back and pulled him on with her, lying back so he was over her. A moment later, they were kissing again, entwined in each other’s arms and legs.
Wesley was lost in the feeling of her, the taste of her. God, he loved her so much. Letting his weight drop down on top of Fred just a bit, he deepened the kiss. After several minutes, he broke the kiss, looking down into her dark eyes. He swallowed a couple of times, wanting to force his voice to work.
“Love you,” he managed in a harsh whisper, relieved when he didn’t taste any blood. Slowly, he reached down, curling her leg around his hip.
Giles silently got out of his jeans. He wanted to chastise Wes for trying to speak but held his tongue when he realized his young lover wasn’t pushing it any further. Walking to the bedside table, he picked up the tube of lubricant. He stood by the bed for a moment, just watching them together.
Fred felt her eyes tear up when he spoke to her, telling her that he loved her. Part of her wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t have risked his voice for it, but another part of her was touched by it. “I love you too,” she whispered, putting her fingers over his lips to tell him silently that he shouldn’t say anymore, that she understood.
Pulling back slightly, Wesley placed his tip at her opening. Holding her gaze, he bent his head, kissing her deeply as he pushed forward with his hips, filling her.
When he entered her, she gasped into his kiss, lifting her hips off the bed to meet his thrust, pulling him deeper into her. It felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, to either of them, no matter what they did. She had never wanted anyone - much less two - so badly, and she had them.
Giles flipped the cap off the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. He placed a warm hand in the small of Wesley’s back as he moved in and out of Fred. Starting with one finger, he slid it into Wesley’s body intending to stretch him open. When the muscles started to relax, he withdrew his hand, using more lube, and brought back two and three fingers until he was completely open to him. Moving onto the bed behind Wesley, he placed himself at his entrance, allowing the younger man’s movement to spear himself on him.
Wesley’s breathing was harsh and ragged in anticipation of what he knew Giles was planning. He could feel Fred’s wet heat surrounding him, and Giles behind him. Suddenly, he was filled and stars exploded behind his eyes. He threw his head back, barely biting back the scream in his throat.
“Easy...” Giles said softly, waiting for both of the bodies underneath him to grow accustomed to this new addition. He looked over Wesley’s shoulder and met Fred’s passion-glazed eyes.
She groaned, Rupert’s extra weight serving to help push Wesley a bit deeper inside her. Reaching out, she grabbed Rupert’s hand and squeezed it tightly while her other hand wrapped around Wesley and caressed his neck. She tilted his head back down to kiss him deeply to keep him from screaming out when Giles began moving within him just as he was moving inside of her.
Giles felt Wesley starting to tremble beneath him. He lowered his head, trailing lips and tongue across his bare shoulder as he moved within the younger man. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his hands while he increased the force of his thrusts, pushing Wesley deeper into Fred. He could feel the pleasure wrapping itself around him and fought to tamp it down, determined that the pair under him reach their fulfillment first. Moving his head, he pressed his lips to the skin behind Wesley’s ear, smiling against the bare skin when he heard the answering whimper.
Fred broke the kiss with Wesley and threw her head back against the pillow, gasping as she felt her entire body starting to tense up again. Everything inside her seemed to be spiraling up to a point just out of reach. She could see the way Wesley looked at her, all need and wanting and love and passion, and the way Giles looked at both of them the same way. It was all too much. With a cry, she gave herself over.
Giles felt Wesley tense as Fred clamped down on him, wringing him hard. He paused until he felt Wesley start to move again. Leaning back, he gripped the younger man’s hips, angling his thrusts, aiming for his prostate. He knew the moment he hit it when both of Wesley’s hands clutched at the pillow by Fred’s head. Concentrating on that spot, it didn’t take long for Wesley to go hurtling over the threshold.
Wesley couldn’t think, he could barely breathe. The heat was coiled at the base of his spine, begging to be unleashed. Suddenly, he could feel the roar in his ears, and the answering roar in his groin. He heard Fred call out but couldn’t have told anyone what she said if his life depended on it. His head lolled back, and he felt lips close over his, the cries of his release disappearing into the taste of Rupert’s mouth.
Giles released him to sag against Fred, knowing his own release was close. With both bodies under him still panting and trembling, he managed a few more thrusts before his own will gave out, and he emptied himself into Wesley. His thoughts were fuzzy as he tried to catch his breath. But he had enough presence of mind to roll to the side, pulling Wesley with him so Fred wouldn’t get squashed.
Fred’s legs fell slack onto the bed as soon as Wesley pulled out of her and collapsed by her side with Giles right behind him. She had never imagined feeling like this - sore and tired and sated and happy. After a moment of staring up at the ceiling, she turned on her side, looking at the guys, both of whom looked like she felt. Smiling tired, she reached over to touch Wesley’s face, then Giles’, amazed at how beautiful they were.
Wesley felt as if someone had pulled out his skeleton and replaced it with pudding. Now that he didn’t have the adrenaline giving him energy, his eyelids felt heavier than ever. He vaguely registered someone touching his face, but the call of sleep was calling much louder.
“Bloody hell,” Giles groaned, draping his arm over Wesley’s waist. “I swear you two will be the death of me,” he breathed out, still trying to catch his breath. Despite Ripper’s sexual appetites, Giles suspected that he would have a hard time keeping up with his two lovers. He would definitely have to increase his jogging regimen. He offered Fred a tired smile when she touched his face. “You look sated.”
She nodded at his comment - she was definitely sated and very tired now. And she could see that Wesley was about ready to fall asleep. Reaching down, she grabbed the blanket folded at the end of the bed and opened it up to pull up over the three of them. “I think we can all use some sleep,” she commented, snuggling down on her side so the boys would have more room. “Especially after all that and the fact that we don’t know how much we’re going to be getting in the upcoming days.”
Giles slid his hand under Wesley’s neck, and sat up slightly. He smirked at Fred at how fast Wesley was dropping off. He placed his free hand on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Wes, luv, lay on your back,” he ordered gently, grinning when Wes complied without waking up in the slightest. He waited patiently for him to settle comfortably, before sliding his hand out from under his head and moving closer to the thin body. “I think we wore him out,” he whispered with a slight smile. He reached across and clasped her hand, entwining their fingers, before resting both of theirs on Wesley’s flat stomach. His brow furrowed when it occurred to him that the other man was too thin. Fred’s thinness was based on her voracious metabolism. Even since he’d been here, he had seen her eat quite a bit. But Wesley, he was more than willing to bet that the man simply didn’t eat. There wasn’t much he could do with Wes on this restricted diet, but he made a promise to himself that once the doctor cleared him, he would get some meat on his lover’s body.
“We did, didn’t we?” she responded, looking at their hands resting on Wesley’s scarred torso. They had made so many strides with him in the last few days, but there was still so much that needed to be done. Wesley still had quite a bit of healing ahead of him, even though he now knew how much he was loved. They would be there with him every step of the way.
She looked over at Rupert and smiled softly at him. “Goodnight,” she said, too tired to say anything else at the moment. Giving his hand a slight squeeze, she rested her hand against the pillow next to Wesley’s head and closed her eyes.
“Sleep well, Fred,” he whispered before allowing himself to rest. He knew he wouldn’t sleep much; it had been force of habit with Glory and her minions sneaking around looking for Dawn. The worry and desire to protect wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep. And now, he had two that were under his care. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes though, giving himself over to the demanding sleep.
*****
Giles winced in his sleep, the phantom pain in his left side roaring with a vengeance. Prying his eyes open, he found himself back in Sunnydale. Looking around, he gasped when he realized where he was.
‘No!’ he cried out, the sight of the familiar tower making his blood run cold. He looked up, seeing a familiar form dropping like a stone. ‘NO!’
He clenched his eyes shut, not able to watch this again. He heard the sickening thud of human flesh impacting with pavement and nearly doubled over with the need to wretch. Walking to the site, as if by memory, he opened his eyes cautiously, dropping to his knees at the sight before him. However, instead of his beloved Buffy, he found himself looking at the broken form of his lover...Winifred Burkle. Hearing a sob from next to him, he looked over to see a battered Wesley, covered head to toe in blood, broken by his grief.
“No!” Giles sat up straight on the bed, his heart racing. Green eyes immediately lit on the two forms in the bed with him. Not able to suppress the shudder that worked its way up his spine, he slowly slid out of the bed to his knees. Seeing them both safe and sleeping, he forced himself to calm some. Standing slowly, he grabbed his boxers and slid them on. Tea, maybe tea might help. He padded into the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. Bracing his hands on the sink, back hunched over, he was trying to use all the will power at his disposal to tamp down on the urge to vomit.
Fred’s dreams, in the meantime, were all over the place and scattered, taking her from Pylea to the Hyperion to Sunnydale, a place she didn’t even know but that would soon be her home. In all of the places, she was with Giles and Wesley as they faced whatever was there, whatever was waiting. They were walking down a street in Sunnydale when a figure walked out in front of them, a figure that they all recognized...
Blinking, she suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself awake. Her dreams flitted away quickly though she could recall something about a figure. Who it had been, she wasn’t sure.
Raising her head to try to find the clock, she noticed that the bed on the other side of Wesley was empty. Rupert was gone. She sat up and looked toward the bathroom, but didn’t see the light on in there. Then, she heard the distant whistling of the tea kettle. He was in the kitchen. Carefully, she slid out of bed, wincing a little as her muscles protested, and leaned down to pick up Wesley’s discarded shirt, slipping it on and buttoning a couple of the buttons just so it would stay closed. Then she headed for the kitchen, where the light was on.
“Rupert?” she called out softly as she entered, seeing him leaning over the sink. Immediately, she knew something was wrong and hurried over to him, putting her hand on his back. “Rupert, what’s wrong?”
Giles jumped slightly, his head snapping to the side when he felt the hand on his back. He spun quickly his eyes widening when he realized who was standing there. Without thinking about it, he pulled her into a desperate hug. He released a sigh of relief, instinctually curling his body around hers protectively. It was just a nightmare, he told himself. Fred was safe; she was alive.
Her eyes practically bugged out in surprise when he grabbed her the way he did, holding her like he was afraid something was going to happen to her, like something had happened to her. Slowly, she brought her arms up to wrap around him, her hands running over rough patches of skin where scars marked his body. Between that and her worry for why he was acting like this, she felt tears coming to her eyes. “Whatever it is, it’s okay,” she told him, running one hand up to cup the back of his head. “What’s wrong? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m here to listen if you want me to.”
Giles called himself every kind of idiot, knowing that he was worrying her. He stepped back reluctantly, allowing his head to hang down. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. She deserved to know why he was acting like such a prat. He turned toward the stove, removing the kettle from the burner.
“It was just a nightmare,” he replied in a tone that said he wasn’t sure if he was explaining or trying to convince himself. “It was the night Buffy died. The portal had opened already, and the dimensions were beginning to overlap. She jumped from the tower, her blood closed it.” He released a shaky breath. “I watched her jump, saw her body hit the ground.”
Unable to help it, a small gasp escaped from her throat. He had actually watched Buffy die? No wonder he-no wonder he felt the way he did, had said the things he had said about not doing an amazing job because he had seen her die and hadn’t been to do anything to save her. “I’m so sorry,” she told him, reaching out to cup his cheek and wanting so badly to take his pain away. “I...I wish I knew what to say.”
“We couldn’t even give her a proper burial. Sunnydale is a Hellmouth. If the demons knew it was without a Slayer, the town would be overrun,” He explained, finishing his cup of tea. He turned to face her, holding the cup in his hand when what he really wanted was whiskey. But he wouldn’t do Wesley and Fred any good if he was drunk. “We did give her a grave, though. Willow cast a spell on it to hide it.”
He stopped to take a deep breath, and her heart ached for him, for what he wasn’t able to give to someone he obviously loved and cared for very much. It wasn’t fair that their lives were so screwed up that they couldn’t be allowed simple things, even in times of grief. She guessed that was why they had grabbed onto each other so quickly when the opportunity had presented itself - it gave them something they might otherwise never have a chance to have.
“But this nightmare was different than the others,” he began again in a small voice.
“Different?” she asked, feeling her heart starting to pound, not sure she liked the sound of this. “How?”
Giles felt the tears start to fill his eyes and turned his head away from her, ashamed of his weakness. How could he tell her? He knew he had to though.
“It wasn’t Buffy that jumped this time....” He paused, still looking away from her. He forced himself to meet her concerned gaze. Reaching out a hand, he touched her face. “It was you.”
“M-m-me?” she stuttered, the ache in her heart constricting almost painfully. He had seen her jump off the tower? He had seen her die in his dre-nightmare? That was why he was so upset? Because of her? The tears in her eyes were flowing now as she reached up to cover his hand with her own. “It-it was just a dream, Rupert. I’m here, and I’m with both of you.”
“I know...here,” he tapped his temple with his finger. “But you’ve come to mean a lot to me in such a short time. I-it doesn’t make it easier here.” He placed a hand over his heart. “I saw your body lying there, broken and bloodied. Wesley was destroyed. I wasn’t far behind. I can’t lose anyone else. I don’t know if I can take it,” he admitted, his voice breaking under the emotion. It was something Wesley had understood. The kids, they expected him to be strong for all of them. To take everything in stride. He was just a man.
Fred immediately wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding him. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m scared too. I’m so scared that one of these days something could happen, and I wouldn’t lose just one but two men that I love. I...I don’t know if I could take it either. We shouldn’t have to.”
Reaching up, she took his face in her hands so she could look in his eyes. She wasn’t sure what else to say - anything she could say sounded wrong. Tell him not to worry? That wasn’t fair, especially since she just admitted she was too. Tell him just to focus on today? How could anyone do that, especially with the kind of lives they had.
“No matter how you feel or how scared you are, just know you’re not alone now,” she finally told him and rose up on her toes to kiss him.
Giles nodded silently, unable to find his voice. Her touch was soothing. He gave a soggy chuckle, lowering his eyes in shame. He was supposed to be here to reassure them, not the other way round. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet hers.
“That’s just it. I don’t know how I feel. I-just that I can’t lose either of you.” He released a shaky breath. “The last woman I allowed myself to love was murdered and left in my bed. If being alone means that you stay safe...” His words were cut off as her lips closed over his. The kiss was soft and drawn out, meant to reassure. He could feel his fear being overwhelmed by her gentleness and love. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his body.
Fred felt him starting to relax a bit, pulling her closer as she kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss such as they had shared in the last couple of days, the burning and intensity that had marked the need the three of them had felt. This was a simple kiss, showing how much they had come to mean to each other.
“You don’t have to know how you feel,” she finally told him when they parted for a moment. “It’s normal and human. And Wesley and I want you, Rupert, no matter what may or may not happen. We want you and love you, and nothing’s going to change our feelings. We’ll protect each other, I know we will.”
“I wish I shared your optimism.” He smiled sadly, reaching up a hand and stroking her hair away from her face. “You’re an amazing woman, Winifred Burkle, and I’m an old fool. I’m supposed to be the strong one, here for you and Wesley. Yet here you are, with your warm brown eyes and loving heart, reassuring me.” Green eyes met brown. “I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve you, either of you, but I will always be grateful.”
“You’ve just been you. And you’re not an old fool. We’re in a relationship now, and unexpected or not, that means that you don’t always have to be the strong one anymore. We can be strong for you, and you can be strong us, and Wesley can be strong us.” Taking his hand, she pressed it to her heart. “Feel that? You’re in it, and you deserve it.”
With that, she brought her lips to his again for another kiss.
Lifting her up off the floor, he sat her down on the kitchen counter, stepping in between her legs. Sliding his hand up her neck, he cupped the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her dark locks. The kiss that started off soft and reassuring quickly turned heated. Giles felt his heart rate beginning to pick up, as he devoured her mouth.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself against him while they continued to kiss, tongues dueling, lips crashing together. She ran her hand over his back, across the rough and smooth patches of skin down to the top of his boxers, where she slipped a hand inside to cup his bottom. The tenseness and soreness of her muscles from all that they had been doing was once again forgotten, and all she could feel was his skin and his body and his hands in her hair.
Nimble fingers quickly had the buttons of the shirt undone. He pushed the material down her shoulders, his eyes practically glowing in anticipation. God, she was beautiful - pale, perfect skin just begging to be touched. Running a calloused hand up her torso, his fingers caressed dusky nipples. Ducking his head, he drew one of them between his lips, using tongue and teeth on her skin.
She gasped, her head lolling back at the feel of Rupert sucking and nipping at her breasts. God, he so knew what he was doing, knew just how to-. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her body starting to tingle and go all gooey. If he hadn’t been standing in front of her with her legs wrapped around him, she felt like she might have slid right off the counter onto the kitchen floor and into a puddle of Fred. She was barely aware of her fingers pushing his boxers off him, sending them to the floor instead, and then her hands roaming all over the place, touching him everywhere she could.
Giles smiled against her flesh at the sound of her moan. He was calling on all of his experience from his Ripper days to keep two young lovers satisfied. So far, neither seemed to be complaining. He lifted his feet, stepping out of his boxers. Sliding a hand up her thigh, his fingers found her center, wanting to make certain she was ready for him. Tracing her outer lips, he felt her moisture coating her fingers. He pulled his head back to meet her eyes, just as he pushed two fingers into her channel.
“I need you, Fred,” he rasped, stroking her walls.
Fred’s breath quickened as she moved against his fingers, feeling the heel of his palm pressing to her. “You have me,” she choked out, reaching down to encircle his cock with her hand, swirling her finger across his tip and stroking him a few times. He was almost throbbing with the need he claimed to have. She guided him closer, telling him without words to take her.
Gripping her hips gently, he allowed himself to be guided to her entrance. Holding her gaze, he pressed forward with his hips, filling her entirely. His head fell back in bliss, her heat surrounding him. Starting a slow rhythm, he allowed his fear and worry to ebb as he took solace in her body.
“Fred,” he groaned.
“I’m here,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding onto him.
Using her legs, she pulled him closer against her and raised her hips a bit, whimpering as this allowed him to thrust deeper into her. The continuous sexual activity over the last few days meant she was still sensitive, and it wasn’t long before her head was spinning at the sensations running riot through her body.
“Not going anywhere,” she promised.
Giles was lost. He increased the force of his thrusts, giving himself over to the sensations running riot through his body. It was just a nightmare. Fred was here, wrapped around him. Hearing her whimper, he angled his hips to hit that spot. Concentrating on her pleasure seemed to increase his own.
“I...” He pressed his forehead to hers, keeping up a hard rhythm. “I’m falling in love with you,” he confessed.
“You-?” Fred found her emotions screaming as loud as all her nerve endings as surprise and pleasure and amazement and shock overtook her all at once. She had admitted her own feelings earlier but hadn’t imagined this from him. She should have realized, given what he had told her about his nightmares, about his fear of losing her or Wesley. Tears ran down her face as she looked up at him, her heart pounding almost in rhythm with his thrusts. “And you know how I feel...I’ve fallen in love with you just like I’ve fallen in love with Wesley. I want to have both of you in my life.”
Giles still couldn’t get used to hearing that. Someone that loved him, not because he was the Slayer’s watcher, or he could keep them safe. This was two incredible people that loved him. Just because he was the man he was. Her profession of love set his nerve endings on fire, that alone nearly taking him over the edge.
“Shhhh, don’t cry,” he whispered, confused at the tears. “Everything will be all right,” he added, feeling himself hurtling toward the edge of release.
“I know. I’m not-oh...” She trailed into a moan, gripping him tighter in her embrace, feeling herself starting to teeter on that edge and in that moment where it seemed it was actually possible for time to stand still. “Not sad. Oh, God, Rupert....”
Time suddenly exploded, and Fred felt as though she was tumbling off the edge of the counter.
Giles felt her clamp down on him and wring him hard. He gasped, feeling his own orgasm surge. He bowed his body over her as he emptied himself within her. Then laying his head down on her shoulder, he fought to catch his breath.
“I still contend that I am too bloody old for this,” he managed with a breathless laugh. “You’re nearly half my age and will be the death of me.” He gave her a wry smile. “But what an enjoyable way to go.” He took several minutes to calm his racing heart, interspersing it with small kisses.
The tears drying on her face, Fred chuckled, having to work hard to keep herself upright and not slump back against the cabinets behind her. “Well, I’m not exactly used to five times in twenty-four hours either and with two different guys no less. I feel like I’m probably going to be walking funny for weeks. But you’re right...it’s a great way to go if you have to go.” She ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead and then his lips. “Me entire world feels like it’s been turned topsy-turvy but righted at the same time when I’m with you and Wesley.”
Giles looked up horrified. They had been so worried about Wesley in the last twenty four hours; he was ashamed that he hadn’t considered Fred as much.
“I’m so sorry. Good lord, you must be tender,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. Her confession about being with the both of them helped his guilt slightly but not entirely. “I should have considered. I never wanted to hurt you.” He made himself a promise. Yes, one of his lovers had been injured, terribly, but it still didn’t excuse him from not considering the well being of the other. It wouldn’t happen again.
She shook her head at that, having never intended to make him feel bad. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted what happened as much as you and as much as Wesley did, so neither of you should blame yourself at all. I do know how to say ‘No,’ you know. We were all caught up in it, in being together - like we’re newlyweds or something.” She tilted her head into his palm as he stopped moving his hand and cupped her cheek. “Me being a bit tender in the morning is nothing compared to Wesley’s injuries. I don’t mind. If it gets too much, I’ll say something. I promise.”
“Do me a favor,” he began, accepting her reassurance. “Don’t mention the soreness to Wesley. He’ll blame himself and me, and we’ll have a difficult time getting him to participate ever again. We’ll all have sufficient time to recover when the books and things arrive tomorrow.” He smiled when something occurred to him. “If he gets playful in the meantime, I’ll distract him.” His smile grew mischievous. “Besides, something tells me you like watching the two of us. Our little voyeur,” he teased.
She felt herself blushing what had to be a very bright pink at that. “You make me sound all lechery or something.” Giggling a bit self-consciously, she looked down for a moment before focusing back at him. “I...yeah, seeing you and Wesley together...I can’t explain what it does to me, but...it’s beautiful. Both of you are beautiful. I’ve seen Wesley’s looks when he’s watched us. It’s like that. Seeing two men I love together...” She smiled and placed a kiss on Rupert’s nose in a sudden fit of impishness. “I feel very lucky, so I’m definitely going to enjoy it.”
“Watching isn’t lecherous - it’s something Wesley and I both trained most of our lives for,” he teased her. If he had to be honest with himself, he found the idea arousing. Taking Wesley’s cock between his lips, hearing his heart racing, his breathing labored...knowing Fred was watching, knowing it was turning her on. “You won’t be the only one to enjoy it,” he admitted, stepping back gently, sliding out of her carefully.
“I have a feeling that the bedroom is definitely going to be an interesting place from now on,” she said, slipping off the edge of the counter after he pulled out. She felt some dampness running down her leg and knew she needed to visit the bathroom. “Also, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the dining table, the movie theater...” She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the look Giles gave her, not wanting to wake Wesley up. Instead, she slipped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “C’mon, I need to use the restroom, then let’s go back to bed and our guy.”
Giles gave her a heated look at all the places she mentioned. He could see her amusement in those dark eyes and adored her even more for it. He bent down and scooped up his boxers, not even bothering to put them back on. He had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, especially during his Ripper years, so he tended not to be self-conscious in the slightest. He draped his arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the bathroom.
Fred pulled the shirt back over her shoulders as she stepped into the bathroom though she didn’t bother to button it this time. Didn’t seem to be any point. She knew she had a nightdress in her bag, but she hadn’t worn it at all since she had come to stay here.
Without bothering to close the door all the way, she quickly used the toilet and cleaned herself up, wiping up the release that had run down her leg. She paused for a moment as she did, for the first time really realizing that they hadn’t been using protection, they had been so wrapped up in each other. She trusted that Wesley and Rupert were clean, but what about...? She shook her head. If it happened, it had happened. She’d bring up the topic with them later, once this was all over. With the books coming and the research they needed to be doing, the question of condoms or pill was the least of their worries. Connor - and Wesley - was their priority.
Flushing the tissue she had used, she quickly washed her face and hands before opening the door again.
“Ready?” Giles asked gently, as the door opened. Just before they got to the room, he placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you,” he whispered, giving her a final hug. “I’m sorry I woke you, but having you there, seeing you were okay. It helped.”
“It’s okay,” she replied to him, touching him briefly in the darkness. “I’m just glad that you’re all right. Don’t want either of you hurting if I can help it.”
He finally released her to return to the bedroom, where he stopped and smiled before looking over at Fred’s outline in the darkness of the room. Wesley had curled the pillow he and Fred were using under his neck and was turned toward the side he had been sleeping on. As if subconsciously searching for them both.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Wesley on the bed. Even with it being so crowded with all three of them using it, it was obvious that he had gotten used to them being there. She was just glad he hadn’t woken up - he was still healing and needed all the rest he could get. Reaching over to give Rupert’s arm a squeeze, she then padded over to the side she had been sleeping on and slipped back under the blanket, resting her hand and cheek against Wesley.
Giles suspected the growing connection between the three of them was already becoming more intense than he had ever imagined. The feelings ran deep and, gauging by Wesley’s actions, into the sub-conscious. He nodded, seeing that the younger man seemed to settle as they rejoined him on the bed. Looking down at the hand on his arm, he nodded.
“Good night, Fred.” he managed, before pressing his lips to Wesley’s forehead. “Good night to you too,” he whispered fondly, chuckling when he got a sleepy mumble in response.
Fred smiled against Wesley’s back. “Night, Rupert, Wesley.”
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed awake listening to them breath, but before long, she had fallen asleep.
*****
It didn’t take them long to get back to Wesley’s flat. Giles paused to put the top up on his car, the radio having mentioned rain tomorrow. Not wanting to give Wesley’s neighbors any fodder for gossip, the three of them seemed determine to behave themselves until they got behind closed doors. He allowed Wesley and Fred to go ahead of him, still trying to figure out when his life had taken such an odd turn. He knew there had been some questions regarding Wesley, within himself, even before he arrived. And Fred, the unexpected surprise, seemed to have a direct line to his heart. Having been with both of them, it felt like an addiction. He couldn’t seem to get enough. For five years, he had done everything expected of him, stood by his Slayer, took care of his family. Now he had a chance to grab something for himself. This was his chance to be selfish...in a manner of speaking. Hadn’t he earned it? His Slayer was dead. Buffy, she would want him to reach for this happiness, wouldn’t she?
Wesley noted the look on Giles’ face when he came through the door. He knew that look. The younger man’s brow furrowed, realizing that he had to do something. His energy was quickly waning, but they were home, and his lover needed him. Keeping hold of Fred’s hand, he brought her with him, while he stood in Giles’ eyeline, drawing his attention.
“Wes? What...?” Giles blinked, looking at him confused. He stopped abruptly when Wesley shook his head. The unspoken order was received...no talking. His breath caught in his chest, seeing the dark head close in until warm lips covered his.
Fred watched Wesley kiss Rupert. These were her guys. It didn’t seem possible that in such a short time she could have found this, but at the same time, given the life they all led, the life she had been forced into, the fact that it had happened so quickly didn’t seem wrong. They couldn’t afford to play carefully, to dance around things, to wait and wonder. They had to grab onto each other and hold on while they had the chance.
Giles ran his fingers through the now short hair, on Wesley. His heart was racing in his chest, the thundering of his own blood the only sound in his ears. “You have no idea how much this new cut suits you,” he told him, softly, feeling the familiar stirring in his jeans. “These eyes...you are beautiful.”
When the boys paused in their kiss, Fred could see that Wesley was looking tired - not surprising given what they had been doing. With a smile, she moved in closer and kissed each of them in turn, long and lovingly, then took both of their hands and led them back into the bedroom.
“Both of you take my breath away,” Giles whispered, allowing himself to be guided to the bedroom. Just before they reached the bed, his nostrils flared as the familiar scent assaulted him. With a wry smile, he approached Wes and turned him, plunging a hand into his front pocket.
Wesley gasped as Rupert’s fingers brushed his rapidly filling shaft. The suddenness of the attack had him so off kilter that he didn’t realize that his lover was after the only thing in that pocket - Fred’s panties from the theatre that he never returned to her. Just as long as the fingers continued their massage, he didn’t care.
With a wry smile, Giles finally withdrew the item he was searching for. Keeping the panties balled up in his hand, he helped Wesley into the chair in the corner of the room. Once he was situated, both of their eyes met.
“You’re a Watcher, so watch, Wesley. And join us when you feel up to it,” he whispered before turning to face Fred. “Fred, luv. Are you still missing something?” he inquired, the amusement clear in his tone. Opening his hand, he allowed the material to dangle from his fingers. The scent of her first release was all over them. “I can smell you. Your musk is driving me mad.” His grin grew, and he knew hearing the words was just as exciting as the act for a woman like Fred. “I remember your reaction, seeing me suck your moisture off of Wesley’s fingers. Is that what you want? Do you want my head, my tongue between your legs, drinking you?”
Fred had forgotten that Wesley had taken her panties and hadn’t returned them. Going around without them had become rather second-nature for a long time, and so she hadn’t thought about asking for them back. Now, seeing Giles standing there, holding them, talking to her that way, she felt her breath begin to hitch and her heart begin to flutter. Her eyes staying locked on his, she walked forward to him, highly aware of Wesley’s eyes also on her, and reached out wrap her hand over his, nodding at his question. She felt goose bumps come up on her arms in anticipation as she did, just seeing the promise that was there in his green eyes, in the way he spoke to her.
Giles let the panties drop from his hand, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile at the fire starting to build in her dark eyes. Gripping the hem of her top, he pulled it up over her head, exposing her to his gaze. Yes, she was thin, but she was beautiful. He slid down to his knees, sliding one calloused hand in between her legs. The other went to the button on the back, undoing the skirt, just as fingers brushed her vagina in a moment of teasing. Leaning back, he allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. He nudged her backwards toward the bed until the backs of her legs hit the mattress.
“Lay back,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. When she complied, he spread her legs wide, leaning his head down between them. He began placing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. “You smell delicious. Makes my mouth water,” he mumbled between kisses, as he worked closer to his prize.
Fred gasped softly, her hands digging into the quilt on Wesley’s bed as Giles worked his way up her leg, feeling like she was going to either melt into goo right there on the sheets or jump clear off the bed. Her body had been in a state of almost perpetual arousal since the night before, and it was sending her nerves into hyper-sensitive overdrive. When Rupert exhaled a breath across her, she shivered, her whole body trembling for several moments.
“Oh, God, please,” she panted. “More. Need...more...”
“Soon,” Giles chuckled deeply, intending to make this enjoyable for all of them. Placing one arm across her midsection to hold her, he used his fingers on that hand to open her to him completely. Leaning his head down, he trailed his tongue through her lips, tasting the accumulating moisture there. He groaned as the taste hit his tongue, sending vibrations across her opening. Pointing his tongue, he slid it as far into her as it would go. He grinned against her when she almost bucked right off the bed. Lifting his head slightly, he saw her head thrown back, skin flushed, breathless vision of his lover and felt himself harden even more. Focusing his attention back on the important things, he wrapped his lips around her clit, alternating between sucking and working the bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Fu-ohhh...” Everything in her was focused on the sensations that were shooting through her, the feel of his lips and tongue moving across her and inside her, sending her mind spinning with every move. Her mind couldn’t process any thoughts. All she knew was him and Wesley watching and that she had never felt anything like the love they were showering her with before. It tingled in her fingers and stopped her breath in her throat. “Rup-Rupert...ga...”
Continuing his motions, he lifted his free hand and slid two fingers into her body. He stroked her walls, looking for the one spot he knew would send her over the edge. He moaned, feeling her wetness surrounding his digits, her internal muscles gripping him. Redoubling his efforts, he increased the suction, pistoning his fingers in and out of her.
Wesley gasped hard, seeing the pleasure of both of his lovers. He couldn’t take it any longer. Undoing the snap on his jeans, he lowered his zipper and drew himself out. He breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his hard, hot flesh. Balling his hands in his fists, he forced himself to not relieve his own need. He wanted this fire welling up in his gut. Needed it...the adrenaline of it giving him energy.
His fingers moving faster, his tongue and lips working her mercilessly, took Fred closer and closer to that precipice, leaving her hanging there for a moment, unable to shout out or beg. She wanted to instinctively close her legs but couldn’t, and finally everything snapped, the wave running through her body like a tsunami, sending her crashing down with a strangled cry. Blood pounded in her ears as she quaked uncontrollably, her spasms pulsing around Rupert’s fingers.
He had known when she was close, feeling her muscles fluttering around his fingers, so when she clenched down on him hard, he withdrew his fingers, lowering his mouth to her opening to collect her release on his tongue. The taste was exquisite. When her trembling stopped, he pushed his weight up and onto the bed, bracing himself on his arms above her. Looking down into her passion glazed eyes, he smiled.
“Just as I thought - divine,” he said, his voice harsh with his own need. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” He trailed a finger down her torso. “Nipples tight, skin flushed, absolutely breathtaking.”
Fred sucked in a breath at the feel of his fingertip, the sound of his voice. No one had over talked to her like this or had treated her the way both of them did. Lying there on the bed, she felt as beautiful as Rupert said she did. Reaching up, she twined her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to kiss him and could taste herself in his mouth. Long ago, she might have found the idea of tasting herself strange, but now, it seemed natural.
When they parted, she smiled up at him then looked over at Wesley, seeing the look in his eyes, his pants open with his cock out. “Are you up to joining us?” she asked him before glancing up at Rupert.
Giles looked at Wesley carefully. He could see the man was tired, but he was also vibrating with need. With two younger lovers, he knew there would be times where two played while the other sat out. Which was why times like this, with the three of them together, were meant to be treasured. He was willing to bet if he asked Wesley, the younger man preferred this method rather than a sleeping pill. This time would be for him - not that he and Fred wouldn’t enjoy it as well. His brain quickly went over several options before he gave Fred a big smile.
“We’ll need to unwrap him first,” he smirked, getting to his feet. He extended a hand to help Fred up, intending to give her the honors.
She nodded and slid off the bed, feeling a little shaky on her legs but able to stay upright anyway. Walking over to Wes, she leaned over to kiss him deeply and then knelt in front of him on the floor. After unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his arms, she slid his jeans down with his help when he pushed himself out of his chair slightly, pulling them off his legs and tossing them away.
“So handsome,” she murmured, running her hands up his thighs to his erect cock, tracing her finger up the underside to his tip. The reaction she got was wonderful. She then rose to her feet and helped him to stand up, pressing herself against him, not able to get enough of the feel of their bare skin against each other.
Wesley’s breath caught in his throat when Fred’s hands slid up his thighs to touch him. He blushed deeply when she called him handsome, ducking his head briefly. But when she traced the vein on the underside of his shaft, his head fell back in a whispered moan. He stood slowly, his body coiled tight with desire for the woman in his arms.
Giles stayed back purposely, allowing the two their moment together. He pulled the green pullover off and tossed it into the chair Wesley had just vacated. He watched Fred lead the younger man back to the bed. His smile grew seeing the love in Wesley’s eyes when he looked at Fred. It was good to see him so happy after the suffering he had endured, not only as a boy but also at the hands of Angel.
She loved the way he touched her and the way he looked at her. It made her feel as warm and tingly she had felt earlier. Climbing onto the bed, she sat back and pulled him on with her, lying back so he was over her. A moment later, they were kissing again, entwined in each other’s arms and legs.
Wesley was lost in the feeling of her, the taste of her. God, he loved her so much. Letting his weight drop down on top of Fred just a bit, he deepened the kiss. After several minutes, he broke the kiss, looking down into her dark eyes. He swallowed a couple of times, wanting to force his voice to work.
“Love you,” he managed in a harsh whisper, relieved when he didn’t taste any blood. Slowly, he reached down, curling her leg around his hip.
Giles silently got out of his jeans. He wanted to chastise Wes for trying to speak but held his tongue when he realized his young lover wasn’t pushing it any further. Walking to the bedside table, he picked up the tube of lubricant. He stood by the bed for a moment, just watching them together.
Fred felt her eyes tear up when he spoke to her, telling her that he loved her. Part of her wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t have risked his voice for it, but another part of her was touched by it. “I love you too,” she whispered, putting her fingers over his lips to tell him silently that he shouldn’t say anymore, that she understood.
Pulling back slightly, Wesley placed his tip at her opening. Holding her gaze, he bent his head, kissing her deeply as he pushed forward with his hips, filling her.
When he entered her, she gasped into his kiss, lifting her hips off the bed to meet his thrust, pulling him deeper into her. It felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, to either of them, no matter what they did. She had never wanted anyone - much less two - so badly, and she had them.
Giles flipped the cap off the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. He placed a warm hand in the small of Wesley’s back as he moved in and out of Fred. Starting with one finger, he slid it into Wesley’s body intending to stretch him open. When the muscles started to relax, he withdrew his hand, using more lube, and brought back two and three fingers until he was completely open to him. Moving onto the bed behind Wesley, he placed himself at his entrance, allowing the younger man’s movement to spear himself on him.
Wesley’s breathing was harsh and ragged in anticipation of what he knew Giles was planning. He could feel Fred’s wet heat surrounding him, and Giles behind him. Suddenly, he was filled and stars exploded behind his eyes. He threw his head back, barely biting back the scream in his throat.
“Easy...” Giles said softly, waiting for both of the bodies underneath him to grow accustomed to this new addition. He looked over Wesley’s shoulder and met Fred’s passion-glazed eyes.
She groaned, Rupert’s extra weight serving to help push Wesley a bit deeper inside her. Reaching out, she grabbed Rupert’s hand and squeezed it tightly while her other hand wrapped around Wesley and caressed his neck. She tilted his head back down to kiss him deeply to keep him from screaming out when Giles began moving within him just as he was moving inside of her.
Giles felt Wesley starting to tremble beneath him. He lowered his head, trailing lips and tongue across his bare shoulder as he moved within the younger man. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his hands while he increased the force of his thrusts, pushing Wesley deeper into Fred. He could feel the pleasure wrapping itself around him and fought to tamp it down, determined that the pair under him reach their fulfillment first. Moving his head, he pressed his lips to the skin behind Wesley’s ear, smiling against the bare skin when he heard the answering whimper.
Fred broke the kiss with Wesley and threw her head back against the pillow, gasping as she felt her entire body starting to tense up again. Everything inside her seemed to be spiraling up to a point just out of reach. She could see the way Wesley looked at her, all need and wanting and love and passion, and the way Giles looked at both of them the same way. It was all too much. With a cry, she gave herself over.
Giles felt Wesley tense as Fred clamped down on him, wringing him hard. He paused until he felt Wesley start to move again. Leaning back, he gripped the younger man’s hips, angling his thrusts, aiming for his prostate. He knew the moment he hit it when both of Wesley’s hands clutched at the pillow by Fred’s head. Concentrating on that spot, it didn’t take long for Wesley to go hurtling over the threshold.
Wesley couldn’t think, he could barely breathe. The heat was coiled at the base of his spine, begging to be unleashed. Suddenly, he could feel the roar in his ears, and the answering roar in his groin. He heard Fred call out but couldn’t have told anyone what she said if his life depended on it. His head lolled back, and he felt lips close over his, the cries of his release disappearing into the taste of Rupert’s mouth.
Giles released him to sag against Fred, knowing his own release was close. With both bodies under him still panting and trembling, he managed a few more thrusts before his own will gave out, and he emptied himself into Wesley. His thoughts were fuzzy as he tried to catch his breath. But he had enough presence of mind to roll to the side, pulling Wesley with him so Fred wouldn’t get squashed.
Fred’s legs fell slack onto the bed as soon as Wesley pulled out of her and collapsed by her side with Giles right behind him. She had never imagined feeling like this - sore and tired and sated and happy. After a moment of staring up at the ceiling, she turned on her side, looking at the guys, both of whom looked like she felt. Smiling tired, she reached over to touch Wesley’s face, then Giles’, amazed at how beautiful they were.
Wesley felt as if someone had pulled out his skeleton and replaced it with pudding. Now that he didn’t have the adrenaline giving him energy, his eyelids felt heavier than ever. He vaguely registered someone touching his face, but the call of sleep was calling much louder.
“Bloody hell,” Giles groaned, draping his arm over Wesley’s waist. “I swear you two will be the death of me,” he breathed out, still trying to catch his breath. Despite Ripper’s sexual appetites, Giles suspected that he would have a hard time keeping up with his two lovers. He would definitely have to increase his jogging regimen. He offered Fred a tired smile when she touched his face. “You look sated.”
She nodded at his comment - she was definitely sated and very tired now. And she could see that Wesley was about ready to fall asleep. Reaching down, she grabbed the blanket folded at the end of the bed and opened it up to pull up over the three of them. “I think we can all use some sleep,” she commented, snuggling down on her side so the boys would have more room. “Especially after all that and the fact that we don’t know how much we’re going to be getting in the upcoming days.”
Giles slid his hand under Wesley’s neck, and sat up slightly. He smirked at Fred at how fast Wesley was dropping off. He placed his free hand on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Wes, luv, lay on your back,” he ordered gently, grinning when Wes complied without waking up in the slightest. He waited patiently for him to settle comfortably, before sliding his hand out from under his head and moving closer to the thin body. “I think we wore him out,” he whispered with a slight smile. He reached across and clasped her hand, entwining their fingers, before resting both of theirs on Wesley’s flat stomach. His brow furrowed when it occurred to him that the other man was too thin. Fred’s thinness was based on her voracious metabolism. Even since he’d been here, he had seen her eat quite a bit. But Wesley, he was more than willing to bet that the man simply didn’t eat. There wasn’t much he could do with Wes on this restricted diet, but he made a promise to himself that once the doctor cleared him, he would get some meat on his lover’s body.
“We did, didn’t we?” she responded, looking at their hands resting on Wesley’s scarred torso. They had made so many strides with him in the last few days, but there was still so much that needed to be done. Wesley still had quite a bit of healing ahead of him, even though he now knew how much he was loved. They would be there with him every step of the way.
She looked over at Rupert and smiled softly at him. “Goodnight,” she said, too tired to say anything else at the moment. Giving his hand a slight squeeze, she rested her hand against the pillow next to Wesley’s head and closed her eyes.
“Sleep well, Fred,” he whispered before allowing himself to rest. He knew he wouldn’t sleep much; it had been force of habit with Glory and her minions sneaking around looking for Dawn. The worry and desire to protect wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep. And now, he had two that were under his care. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes though, giving himself over to the demanding sleep.
*****
Giles winced in his sleep, the phantom pain in his left side roaring with a vengeance. Prying his eyes open, he found himself back in Sunnydale. Looking around, he gasped when he realized where he was.
‘No!’ he cried out, the sight of the familiar tower making his blood run cold. He looked up, seeing a familiar form dropping like a stone. ‘NO!’
He clenched his eyes shut, not able to watch this again. He heard the sickening thud of human flesh impacting with pavement and nearly doubled over with the need to wretch. Walking to the site, as if by memory, he opened his eyes cautiously, dropping to his knees at the sight before him. However, instead of his beloved Buffy, he found himself looking at the broken form of his lover...Winifred Burkle. Hearing a sob from next to him, he looked over to see a battered Wesley, covered head to toe in blood, broken by his grief.
“No!” Giles sat up straight on the bed, his heart racing. Green eyes immediately lit on the two forms in the bed with him. Not able to suppress the shudder that worked its way up his spine, he slowly slid out of the bed to his knees. Seeing them both safe and sleeping, he forced himself to calm some. Standing slowly, he grabbed his boxers and slid them on. Tea, maybe tea might help. He padded into the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. Bracing his hands on the sink, back hunched over, he was trying to use all the will power at his disposal to tamp down on the urge to vomit.
Fred’s dreams, in the meantime, were all over the place and scattered, taking her from Pylea to the Hyperion to Sunnydale, a place she didn’t even know but that would soon be her home. In all of the places, she was with Giles and Wesley as they faced whatever was there, whatever was waiting. They were walking down a street in Sunnydale when a figure walked out in front of them, a figure that they all recognized...
Blinking, she suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself awake. Her dreams flitted away quickly though she could recall something about a figure. Who it had been, she wasn’t sure.
Raising her head to try to find the clock, she noticed that the bed on the other side of Wesley was empty. Rupert was gone. She sat up and looked toward the bathroom, but didn’t see the light on in there. Then, she heard the distant whistling of the tea kettle. He was in the kitchen. Carefully, she slid out of bed, wincing a little as her muscles protested, and leaned down to pick up Wesley’s discarded shirt, slipping it on and buttoning a couple of the buttons just so it would stay closed. Then she headed for the kitchen, where the light was on.
“Rupert?” she called out softly as she entered, seeing him leaning over the sink. Immediately, she knew something was wrong and hurried over to him, putting her hand on his back. “Rupert, what’s wrong?”
Giles jumped slightly, his head snapping to the side when he felt the hand on his back. He spun quickly his eyes widening when he realized who was standing there. Without thinking about it, he pulled her into a desperate hug. He released a sigh of relief, instinctually curling his body around hers protectively. It was just a nightmare, he told himself. Fred was safe; she was alive.
Her eyes practically bugged out in surprise when he grabbed her the way he did, holding her like he was afraid something was going to happen to her, like something had happened to her. Slowly, she brought her arms up to wrap around him, her hands running over rough patches of skin where scars marked his body. Between that and her worry for why he was acting like this, she felt tears coming to her eyes. “Whatever it is, it’s okay,” she told him, running one hand up to cup the back of his head. “What’s wrong? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m here to listen if you want me to.”
Giles called himself every kind of idiot, knowing that he was worrying her. He stepped back reluctantly, allowing his head to hang down. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. She deserved to know why he was acting like such a prat. He turned toward the stove, removing the kettle from the burner.
“It was just a nightmare,” he replied in a tone that said he wasn’t sure if he was explaining or trying to convince himself. “It was the night Buffy died. The portal had opened already, and the dimensions were beginning to overlap. She jumped from the tower, her blood closed it.” He released a shaky breath. “I watched her jump, saw her body hit the ground.”
Unable to help it, a small gasp escaped from her throat. He had actually watched Buffy die? No wonder he-no wonder he felt the way he did, had said the things he had said about not doing an amazing job because he had seen her die and hadn’t been to do anything to save her. “I’m so sorry,” she told him, reaching out to cup his cheek and wanting so badly to take his pain away. “I...I wish I knew what to say.”
“We couldn’t even give her a proper burial. Sunnydale is a Hellmouth. If the demons knew it was without a Slayer, the town would be overrun,” He explained, finishing his cup of tea. He turned to face her, holding the cup in his hand when what he really wanted was whiskey. But he wouldn’t do Wesley and Fred any good if he was drunk. “We did give her a grave, though. Willow cast a spell on it to hide it.”
He stopped to take a deep breath, and her heart ached for him, for what he wasn’t able to give to someone he obviously loved and cared for very much. It wasn’t fair that their lives were so screwed up that they couldn’t be allowed simple things, even in times of grief. She guessed that was why they had grabbed onto each other so quickly when the opportunity had presented itself - it gave them something they might otherwise never have a chance to have.
“But this nightmare was different than the others,” he began again in a small voice.
“Different?” she asked, feeling her heart starting to pound, not sure she liked the sound of this. “How?”
Giles felt the tears start to fill his eyes and turned his head away from her, ashamed of his weakness. How could he tell her? He knew he had to though.
“It wasn’t Buffy that jumped this time....” He paused, still looking away from her. He forced himself to meet her concerned gaze. Reaching out a hand, he touched her face. “It was you.”
“M-m-me?” she stuttered, the ache in her heart constricting almost painfully. He had seen her jump off the tower? He had seen her die in his dre-nightmare? That was why he was so upset? Because of her? The tears in her eyes were flowing now as she reached up to cover his hand with her own. “It-it was just a dream, Rupert. I’m here, and I’m with both of you.”
“I know...here,” he tapped his temple with his finger. “But you’ve come to mean a lot to me in such a short time. I-it doesn’t make it easier here.” He placed a hand over his heart. “I saw your body lying there, broken and bloodied. Wesley was destroyed. I wasn’t far behind. I can’t lose anyone else. I don’t know if I can take it,” he admitted, his voice breaking under the emotion. It was something Wesley had understood. The kids, they expected him to be strong for all of them. To take everything in stride. He was just a man.
Fred immediately wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding him. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m scared too. I’m so scared that one of these days something could happen, and I wouldn’t lose just one but two men that I love. I...I don’t know if I could take it either. We shouldn’t have to.”
Reaching up, she took his face in her hands so she could look in his eyes. She wasn’t sure what else to say - anything she could say sounded wrong. Tell him not to worry? That wasn’t fair, especially since she just admitted she was too. Tell him just to focus on today? How could anyone do that, especially with the kind of lives they had.
“No matter how you feel or how scared you are, just know you’re not alone now,” she finally told him and rose up on her toes to kiss him.
Giles nodded silently, unable to find his voice. Her touch was soothing. He gave a soggy chuckle, lowering his eyes in shame. He was supposed to be here to reassure them, not the other way round. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet hers.
“That’s just it. I don’t know how I feel. I-just that I can’t lose either of you.” He released a shaky breath. “The last woman I allowed myself to love was murdered and left in my bed. If being alone means that you stay safe...” His words were cut off as her lips closed over his. The kiss was soft and drawn out, meant to reassure. He could feel his fear being overwhelmed by her gentleness and love. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his body.
Fred felt him starting to relax a bit, pulling her closer as she kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss such as they had shared in the last couple of days, the burning and intensity that had marked the need the three of them had felt. This was a simple kiss, showing how much they had come to mean to each other.
“You don’t have to know how you feel,” she finally told him when they parted for a moment. “It’s normal and human. And Wesley and I want you, Rupert, no matter what may or may not happen. We want you and love you, and nothing’s going to change our feelings. We’ll protect each other, I know we will.”
“I wish I shared your optimism.” He smiled sadly, reaching up a hand and stroking her hair away from her face. “You’re an amazing woman, Winifred Burkle, and I’m an old fool. I’m supposed to be the strong one, here for you and Wesley. Yet here you are, with your warm brown eyes and loving heart, reassuring me.” Green eyes met brown. “I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve you, either of you, but I will always be grateful.”
“You’ve just been you. And you’re not an old fool. We’re in a relationship now, and unexpected or not, that means that you don’t always have to be the strong one anymore. We can be strong for you, and you can be strong us, and Wesley can be strong us.” Taking his hand, she pressed it to her heart. “Feel that? You’re in it, and you deserve it.”
With that, she brought her lips to his again for another kiss.
Lifting her up off the floor, he sat her down on the kitchen counter, stepping in between her legs. Sliding his hand up her neck, he cupped the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her dark locks. The kiss that started off soft and reassuring quickly turned heated. Giles felt his heart rate beginning to pick up, as he devoured her mouth.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself against him while they continued to kiss, tongues dueling, lips crashing together. She ran her hand over his back, across the rough and smooth patches of skin down to the top of his boxers, where she slipped a hand inside to cup his bottom. The tenseness and soreness of her muscles from all that they had been doing was once again forgotten, and all she could feel was his skin and his body and his hands in her hair.
Nimble fingers quickly had the buttons of the shirt undone. He pushed the material down her shoulders, his eyes practically glowing in anticipation. God, she was beautiful - pale, perfect skin just begging to be touched. Running a calloused hand up her torso, his fingers caressed dusky nipples. Ducking his head, he drew one of them between his lips, using tongue and teeth on her skin.
She gasped, her head lolling back at the feel of Rupert sucking and nipping at her breasts. God, he so knew what he was doing, knew just how to-. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her body starting to tingle and go all gooey. If he hadn’t been standing in front of her with her legs wrapped around him, she felt like she might have slid right off the counter onto the kitchen floor and into a puddle of Fred. She was barely aware of her fingers pushing his boxers off him, sending them to the floor instead, and then her hands roaming all over the place, touching him everywhere she could.
Giles smiled against her flesh at the sound of her moan. He was calling on all of his experience from his Ripper days to keep two young lovers satisfied. So far, neither seemed to be complaining. He lifted his feet, stepping out of his boxers. Sliding a hand up her thigh, his fingers found her center, wanting to make certain she was ready for him. Tracing her outer lips, he felt her moisture coating her fingers. He pulled his head back to meet her eyes, just as he pushed two fingers into her channel.
“I need you, Fred,” he rasped, stroking her walls.
Fred’s breath quickened as she moved against his fingers, feeling the heel of his palm pressing to her. “You have me,” she choked out, reaching down to encircle his cock with her hand, swirling her finger across his tip and stroking him a few times. He was almost throbbing with the need he claimed to have. She guided him closer, telling him without words to take her.
Gripping her hips gently, he allowed himself to be guided to her entrance. Holding her gaze, he pressed forward with his hips, filling her entirely. His head fell back in bliss, her heat surrounding him. Starting a slow rhythm, he allowed his fear and worry to ebb as he took solace in her body.
“Fred,” he groaned.
“I’m here,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding onto him.
Using her legs, she pulled him closer against her and raised her hips a bit, whimpering as this allowed him to thrust deeper into her. The continuous sexual activity over the last few days meant she was still sensitive, and it wasn’t long before her head was spinning at the sensations running riot through her body.
“Not going anywhere,” she promised.
Giles was lost. He increased the force of his thrusts, giving himself over to the sensations running riot through his body. It was just a nightmare. Fred was here, wrapped around him. Hearing her whimper, he angled his hips to hit that spot. Concentrating on her pleasure seemed to increase his own.
“I...” He pressed his forehead to hers, keeping up a hard rhythm. “I’m falling in love with you,” he confessed.
“You-?” Fred found her emotions screaming as loud as all her nerve endings as surprise and pleasure and amazement and shock overtook her all at once. She had admitted her own feelings earlier but hadn’t imagined this from him. She should have realized, given what he had told her about his nightmares, about his fear of losing her or Wesley. Tears ran down her face as she looked up at him, her heart pounding almost in rhythm with his thrusts. “And you know how I feel...I’ve fallen in love with you just like I’ve fallen in love with Wesley. I want to have both of you in my life.”
Giles still couldn’t get used to hearing that. Someone that loved him, not because he was the Slayer’s watcher, or he could keep them safe. This was two incredible people that loved him. Just because he was the man he was. Her profession of love set his nerve endings on fire, that alone nearly taking him over the edge.
“Shhhh, don’t cry,” he whispered, confused at the tears. “Everything will be all right,” he added, feeling himself hurtling toward the edge of release.
“I know. I’m not-oh...” She trailed into a moan, gripping him tighter in her embrace, feeling herself starting to teeter on that edge and in that moment where it seemed it was actually possible for time to stand still. “Not sad. Oh, God, Rupert....”
Time suddenly exploded, and Fred felt as though she was tumbling off the edge of the counter.
Giles felt her clamp down on him and wring him hard. He gasped, feeling his own orgasm surge. He bowed his body over her as he emptied himself within her. Then laying his head down on her shoulder, he fought to catch his breath.
“I still contend that I am too bloody old for this,” he managed with a breathless laugh. “You’re nearly half my age and will be the death of me.” He gave her a wry smile. “But what an enjoyable way to go.” He took several minutes to calm his racing heart, interspersing it with small kisses.
The tears drying on her face, Fred chuckled, having to work hard to keep herself upright and not slump back against the cabinets behind her. “Well, I’m not exactly used to five times in twenty-four hours either and with two different guys no less. I feel like I’m probably going to be walking funny for weeks. But you’re right...it’s a great way to go if you have to go.” She ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead and then his lips. “Me entire world feels like it’s been turned topsy-turvy but righted at the same time when I’m with you and Wesley.”
Giles looked up horrified. They had been so worried about Wesley in the last twenty four hours; he was ashamed that he hadn’t considered Fred as much.
“I’m so sorry. Good lord, you must be tender,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. Her confession about being with the both of them helped his guilt slightly but not entirely. “I should have considered. I never wanted to hurt you.” He made himself a promise. Yes, one of his lovers had been injured, terribly, but it still didn’t excuse him from not considering the well being of the other. It wouldn’t happen again.
She shook her head at that, having never intended to make him feel bad. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted what happened as much as you and as much as Wesley did, so neither of you should blame yourself at all. I do know how to say ‘No,’ you know. We were all caught up in it, in being together - like we’re newlyweds or something.” She tilted her head into his palm as he stopped moving his hand and cupped her cheek. “Me being a bit tender in the morning is nothing compared to Wesley’s injuries. I don’t mind. If it gets too much, I’ll say something. I promise.”
“Do me a favor,” he began, accepting her reassurance. “Don’t mention the soreness to Wesley. He’ll blame himself and me, and we’ll have a difficult time getting him to participate ever again. We’ll all have sufficient time to recover when the books and things arrive tomorrow.” He smiled when something occurred to him. “If he gets playful in the meantime, I’ll distract him.” His smile grew mischievous. “Besides, something tells me you like watching the two of us. Our little voyeur,” he teased.
She felt herself blushing what had to be a very bright pink at that. “You make me sound all lechery or something.” Giggling a bit self-consciously, she looked down for a moment before focusing back at him. “I...yeah, seeing you and Wesley together...I can’t explain what it does to me, but...it’s beautiful. Both of you are beautiful. I’ve seen Wesley’s looks when he’s watched us. It’s like that. Seeing two men I love together...” She smiled and placed a kiss on Rupert’s nose in a sudden fit of impishness. “I feel very lucky, so I’m definitely going to enjoy it.”
“Watching isn’t lecherous - it’s something Wesley and I both trained most of our lives for,” he teased her. If he had to be honest with himself, he found the idea arousing. Taking Wesley’s cock between his lips, hearing his heart racing, his breathing labored...knowing Fred was watching, knowing it was turning her on. “You won’t be the only one to enjoy it,” he admitted, stepping back gently, sliding out of her carefully.
“I have a feeling that the bedroom is definitely going to be an interesting place from now on,” she said, slipping off the edge of the counter after he pulled out. She felt some dampness running down her leg and knew she needed to visit the bathroom. “Also, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the dining table, the movie theater...” She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the look Giles gave her, not wanting to wake Wesley up. Instead, she slipped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “C’mon, I need to use the restroom, then let’s go back to bed and our guy.”
Giles gave her a heated look at all the places she mentioned. He could see her amusement in those dark eyes and adored her even more for it. He bent down and scooped up his boxers, not even bothering to put them back on. He had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, especially during his Ripper years, so he tended not to be self-conscious in the slightest. He draped his arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the bathroom.
Fred pulled the shirt back over her shoulders as she stepped into the bathroom though she didn’t bother to button it this time. Didn’t seem to be any point. She knew she had a nightdress in her bag, but she hadn’t worn it at all since she had come to stay here.
Without bothering to close the door all the way, she quickly used the toilet and cleaned herself up, wiping up the release that had run down her leg. She paused for a moment as she did, for the first time really realizing that they hadn’t been using protection, they had been so wrapped up in each other. She trusted that Wesley and Rupert were clean, but what about...? She shook her head. If it happened, it had happened. She’d bring up the topic with them later, once this was all over. With the books coming and the research they needed to be doing, the question of condoms or pill was the least of their worries. Connor - and Wesley - was their priority.
Flushing the tissue she had used, she quickly washed her face and hands before opening the door again.
“Ready?” Giles asked gently, as the door opened. Just before they got to the room, he placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you,” he whispered, giving her a final hug. “I’m sorry I woke you, but having you there, seeing you were okay. It helped.”
“It’s okay,” she replied to him, touching him briefly in the darkness. “I’m just glad that you’re all right. Don’t want either of you hurting if I can help it.”
He finally released her to return to the bedroom, where he stopped and smiled before looking over at Fred’s outline in the darkness of the room. Wesley had curled the pillow he and Fred were using under his neck and was turned toward the side he had been sleeping on. As if subconsciously searching for them both.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Wesley on the bed. Even with it being so crowded with all three of them using it, it was obvious that he had gotten used to them being there. She was just glad he hadn’t woken up - he was still healing and needed all the rest he could get. Reaching over to give Rupert’s arm a squeeze, she then padded over to the side she had been sleeping on and slipped back under the blanket, resting her hand and cheek against Wesley.
Giles suspected the growing connection between the three of them was already becoming more intense than he had ever imagined. The feelings ran deep and, gauging by Wesley’s actions, into the sub-conscious. He nodded, seeing that the younger man seemed to settle as they rejoined him on the bed. Looking down at the hand on his arm, he nodded.
“Good night, Fred.” he managed, before pressing his lips to Wesley’s forehead. “Good night to you too,” he whispered fondly, chuckling when he got a sleepy mumble in response.
Fred smiled against Wesley’s back. “Night, Rupert, Wesley.”
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed awake listening to them breath, but before long, she had fallen asleep.
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