TITLE: Consent
AUTHOR: Aviatrix
PAIRING: Giles/Xander
RATING: R (imaginary sex with a minor, adult themes, etc)
SUMMARY: Giles lusts after Xander, and decides to do something about it. Dark.
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and whatever TV station bought the rights for the early seasons (I think Fox?). I am making no money, please don't sue.
x
x
The legal age of consent in England is 16.
Some days, watching Xander (half-researching, half-sleeping, his hair falling in his eyes), Giles thought up pretexts to get him out of California and into London: an apocalypse, a demon, a prophecy. What would come after the - the abduction (for that's what it would truly be, no need to mince words) - that was a little fuzzy. Giles knew it had something to do with seduction, rain, and maybe a little scotch.
All daydreams, of course. Giles would never go that far. He wasn't that type of person, he wasn't.
He wasn't.
x
x
Xander carefully turned the pages of a book, his fingers scrabbling at the decaying corners. He squinted a little at the tiny, faded words, and bit his lip in concentration. His feet tapped the floor, his hips shifted in the chair (just so).
Giles dug his fingernails into the arms of his chair.
x
x
(He would be shy and awkward and naive and virgin, and Giles would be older and wiser and comforting
(father figure?)
and it would be slow and sweet and beautiful and not-rape, and afterwards Xander would look up at him with those puppy eyes, and tell him...)
x
x
"I love you," Xander said.
Giles snapped his head up and blinked, took off his glasses and polished them quickly. "Wha...what?"
Xander raised an eyebrow, and showed him the book he had been reading. "It's from Peru, it says so here."
"R-r-right, of course, good - good job, Xander." He grinned weakly and tried to keep his hands from shaking.
It took almost five minutes for Giles' pulse to return to normal
x
x
(those eyes and those hips, moving, moving, grinding into him, sweet and hot and those lips on his cock and his hands in that hair and on the muscles that were under that sweaty T-shirt, and that mouth and that mouth and oh god oh god oh god)
x
x
Giles swallowed past the lump in his throat, and looked down at his book. It was in Aramaic. He took a deep breath, snapped the book shut, and cleared his throat. Then:
"It - it says here that there's a ritual to, to destroy this demon, that involves a keeper of knowledge and, and a virgin sacrifice..."
x
x
end.
x
x