Xander looked at the ultrasound in amazement. "I didn't think I was that fully both." He looked at the doctor. "Did my parents know?"
"Yes, and they asked me not to tell you." He smiled, moving the wand a little lower. "See, it's all there, with a healthy look to it. Not too dense or light." He moved it again. "Ah, yes, the problem." He looked at the other man in the room. "This will look a little strange but I have to check his closing." Giles nodded so he looked at Xander. "Feet up in the stirrups please. You know this part." He waited for the slow shift to happen then moved the wand down to a small indentation. "That's a problem," he muttered, pressing a key and moving the ultrasound wand again. "Yup, not a good thing." He turned it off and put the wand back in its holder. "Sit up. We're done with this part." He handed over the paper blanket, watching as the younger man covered his almost bare lap. "We've been finding that the doctor," he snorted, "supposedly that is, did most of the ones he did wrong. He used metal stitches and he didn't close them properly." He scratched his eyebrow, taking off his gloves. "It looks like you're one of the ones he got wrong." He tossed the gloves in the basket and stood up. "I need to go in to remove the metal stitches, we've been finding them made of a poor quality metal and the like." He grabbed a syringe and a vial, pulling some down. "I want you to come back in three days for outpatient surgery." He capped the needle, handing it to Giles. "He needs to take this the night before. Usual precautions of food and water please." He sat back down, looking at him. "That means I'm going to have to reopen the old incision and take out the stitches probably. Your insurance will cover it since you're still young enough to be on the plan the state was made to implement when your cases came up ten years ago." He sighed. "If he did it like I think he did, we'll have to leave it open for a while to let you heal first."
Giles looked alarmed. "What could be wrong?" He slid the needle into his jacket pocket, moving the folded up fabric to the back of the chair he was sitting on.
"The metal has caused a few reactions. That and the fact that anything in that area is very delicate, you have to be absolutely careful when you work on it." He rubbed his brow again. "When it's healed you can choose not to get it reclosed, some have, or to have it sewed shut, the popular option still."
"If you stay open? Then with the right medications to bring up your estrogen level, you're fertile most likely." He smiled softly. "I noticed that your chart now included a daughter. Is she normal?"
"Very, she was conceived in town but was born in England. She was only around for a few months." He shuddered. "I don't even want to think about her having this problem. Miri's special enough as is."
"No, super intelligent. Still wondering where she gets it from. Her mother was a stupid thing." Giles slapped his leg lightly in warning. "She was! Faith was worse on her best day then I was at my worst."
"You're both intelligent, it's just that neither of you showed it while in school." He smiled softly. "You're very intelligent, otherwise I'd not even consider you." He rubbed over the spot he had hit. "Don't put yourself down again."
"Please, it frustrates me." The doctor got up to grab a few books. "Here, this is all you'll need to know. About the procedure. About the problem. About the care and problems associated." He handed them over separately. "I think this will be most beneficial." He looked at Xander. "At least you told him, most don't and it causes problems." He clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "Get dressed and I'll be back with the information on his surgery." He walked out, closing door.
"Damn," Xander muttered, sliding off the table. "Another problem. Thank you *Sunnydale*!" He slid into his jeans, buttoning them up. He looked up as he grabbed his shirt. "This is not what I expected at all."
Giles nodded. "Me either but he was most informative." He got up to hold him, setting the pamphlets on the table. "I'll be here, there's not much that would make me go away."
"Unless he's wrong and it takes no medicine to reactivate it." He rubbed his stomach. "I don't want this."
"It can be removed."
"Then I'll really be up the creek." He turned in the arms holding him, very serious. "I need it to regulate my hormones. Dad tried to get him to remove it but it would have caused more problems." He laid his head on the firm chest, sighing. "Why do we live there still?"
"Because we're needed there." He squeezed him lightly. "Let me get my jacket and we'll go to lunch before heading home."
"I'm a freak."
"You're no more one than you were a few days ago." He kissed the middle of the younger man's forehead. "Each one of us have a problem to overcome in life. This is yours." He stepped back, letting go only when his arms weren't long enough. "Mine is a different weakness." He smiled a little. "Gorgeous young men that make me long to be younger."
"No, nope. I didn't like Ripper that much." He grinned, stepping into his sneakers. "Thanks though. It's nice to know that you won't abandon me on the side of the road on the way home."
"I believe the phrase 'as if' comes to mind." He smiled, picking up his jacket. "Now, let's go see the man shall we? Then we'll go someplace to eat a nice lunch and we'll go home so I can spoil you for the next few days."
"You're gonna spoil me?" His eyes twinkled as he walked over. "Really? Like breakfast in bed sort of spoiling or like turning me into a passion slave sort of spoiling?" He grinned. "I'd take either by the way."
"I can do at least one of those." He was just leaning in, almost touching his lips, when the doctor walked back in, whistling.
"Oops, sorry." He turned around to close the door. When he turned back around, they were apart by about a foot. "Sorry about that. I should have knocked." He handed over a paper. "This day," he said, pointing with the back of his pen. "Downstairs, outpatient surgery." He looked at Xander. "And no sex unless you wash the lube away very well young man. I can't get it cleaned off well enough to do the work if there's slimy stuff around the area." He raised a brow. "Understood?"
"Very," Xander sighed. He looked at Giles. "I guess breakfast in bed sort of spoiling it is."
"Just wash it off really well and you can go at it all the time." He leaned against the counter, looking them over. "I want you to consider two things. Going on a medicine to bring your natural estrogen level up slightly, it'll help with the testosterone swings you've had." He cleared his throat. "I'd also like you to consider keeping it open. Just think about it, maybe trying it out once or so. You're the only patient I have that may be fertile that way and I'd like to study you a bit to learn the issues better, see if I can't figure out the problem in Sunnydale."
Giles nodded. "I can promise to have him think about it." He looked at the younger man. "Will you?"
"Yeah, I can think about it. I might not do anything but I'll think while it heals. Any other precautions?"
"Yeah, no trying it out for a month after the surgery. We want to give it plenty of time to heal." He glanced at Giles. "What about the medicine? It could help."
"I'll consider it?" the teen guessed.
"Here," he reached into a drawer and pulled out a small packet of pills. "Take one daily, just like normal. It's a low estrogen-only pill." He grinned. "And don't let the cat eat them. I've already heard that excuse." He waved and walked out, leaving the hard copies of the pictures there for them.
"Great. Will's gonna be pissed." He raised an eyebrow. "You're being awfully quiet. Why?"
"I was just thinking about what this could mean." Giles looked at the pills. "For us and for the group as a whole."
Xander picked up the pictures, grabbing a folder from the cabinet, making sure it was blank first, and put them in it. "Will knows. If I'm going to be serious with you then I'd have to tell Oz because he'd notice." He turned to face the older man. "That's the plan right?"
"In truth? He'd kill us both if we excluded him." He smiled. "We can talk on the way home. Let's go to lunch." He picked up the information and held out his other hand, then picked up Xander's limp hand. "We'll get through this, same as always." He wrapped the hand around his arm and they walked out together.
Xander put the menu down, looking at the waitress. "How about that chicken and rice dish. Wanna share it?" he asked. Giles nodded, handing back his menu. He waited until they were alone. "Thanks for not freaking today in the office."
"I was astounded but not revolted." He took the hand lying on the table. "I could never be revolted by something like that. It's not your fault."
"I know but it's icky." He wrinkled his nose. "I don't even like thinking about it." He felt the soft pat. "You sure you're okay with it?"
"Very." He entwined their fingers. "Let's talk of more pleasant things, shall we?"
"You don't want me to move in, right? I mean right away."
"Well, that is a nice thought but neither of us is ready for that step." He smiled a little. "I'm sure you're getting used to your independence still and I'm not ready for that permanent of a step. We can take a few months for that."
"Okay, so we can start with an occasional sleep over?" He grinned wickedly, leaning closer. "I'd like that, especially for the next few days."
"I don't think you'd be able to make it out of the apartment until after your surgery. I plan on taking care of you for a few days afterward, just to make sure you'd be all right."
"I'd hope that you could use my first name."
"I don't like your first name." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I want a nickname for you but not for public consumption."
The older man rolled his eyes, pulling his hand back to let the waitress serve them lunch. "I'll think about it. Just so long as it isn't the one that you used to call me." He smiled at her as she set down the cake between them. "What's this for?"
"It comes with it." She winked. "That's an anniversary and engagement special."
Xander looked at the chocolate covered round with its five lit candles. "Can we get a box for it? I'd like to feed it to him later." He blew out the lights and picked one up to lick the icing off it, swirling his tongue around the contours and swirls of the candle slowly. He had just sucked it into his mouth for a last cleaning when it was taken away from him and set down on the cake plate. "What?" he asked, grinning.
"Don't do that," Giles whispered, "everyone's watching your performance." He shook his head. "I can see you're going to be a handful." He glanced at the waitress, who was still staring. "Could you please bring me some more water," he said, bringing her out of her daze.
"Sure," she said, nodding as she walked away.
"You're mean," Xander said, firmly. "I was just enjoying it."
"As was everyone else watching you."
He leaned closer. "Did you?"
"I'm very glad there's a longer tablecloth," he muttered, picking up his utensils to cut into the chicken. "Eat, Xander, you need it. You fidgeted off breakfast already."
"Can I have another candle if I'm good?"
"No, but if I'm good then we'll stop and get you a container of frosting and you can do it at home." He raised an eyebrow. "Deal?"
"Very much a happy camper here," he said, starting to cut into his chicken. "Then I can have lots of chocolate covered stuff." Giles choked, grabbing the new glass of water. "Did I say something wrong?" He gave him a confused look.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned that." He took another bite, shaking his head. "Eat, Xander, we'll discuss semantics later."
"Words, dear, very naughty words." He looked back down at his plate. "Eat, please. So I can."
Xander happily ate another bite, grinning in appreciation.
It was almost an hour later when they couldn't eat anymore and Giles had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. He looked around once he was inside, making sure he was alone before going into a stall to relieve himself. He pulled out his very hard cock to let it breathe for a second then closed his eyes, imagining the candles again, him doing another and another, then sucking them off, just like he'd eventually do to him. "Oh, please let him do that," he muttered, working himself faster. In his mind he saw both of the teens now doing it, the swirled tapers becoming thicker, longer, a different shade. He groaned as he came, leaning down to catch his breath.
"Hey, are you all right?"
"Very well, thank you," he called back, wiping himself off then flushing the toilet. He straightened out his clothes and left the stall, stopping to wash his hands. He looked up in the mirror to see a waiter smiling at him. "Good day," he said, walking out. He made it back to the table to see Xander take back his credit card and lay it next to the box with the rest of their lunch. "Shall we start for home?" he asked, patting the firm shoulder. He picked up the boxes and his card, sliding the later into his front pocket for a moment, and turned to work his way out of the restaurant.
Xander grinned, following him out. He reached into the tight dress pants Giles wore to get the keys. "Let me get the doors," he said. He pulled them out, hurrying ahead.
"Tease," he muttered. He climbed in behind the wheel, handing over the boxes to be stored somewhere. "I should spank you for that last move."
"What? You couldn't get them with your hands full." He buckled up and leaned just his head back, stretching his neck. "Thanks for lunch, Giles, I was hungry."
The older man slammed the door shut. "I noticed." He started the engine then buckled up himself. "Let's talk about how to act in a restaurant, shall we?" He looked at the younger man. "Holding hands is more than acceptable but that level of teasing was truly mean."
"Wasn't a tease." He turned his head. "At least I didn't mean it to be."
"I'm sure, but that candle licking sent a good half of the people in there to the bathroom." He put the car in reverse and pulled out carefully, turning around. "Then you made innuendoes all through the meal. Do you know what effect your words had?"
Xander shook his head. "I was just making conversation." He grinned. "Did it hurt?"
"Not until I tried to get up." He put the car in forward and pulled out onto the street. "Can we please leave the sex until we get home? You've tortured me enough today."
"Want me to drive so you can nap?"
"Will you promise not to molest me?" He stopped at the light and turned his head. "If you can then I'll let you drive the last way to the apartment."
"Homes are in houses. Apartments are temporary things that you live in until you get a home." He smiled. "That's something for the future though." He pulled into a parking lot and undid his seat belt. "You drive."
Xander scooted over, lifting his hips to get over Giles as he passed under him. "Okay?" He waited until they were both buckled in.
"Still teasing," he muttered, resting his head against the back of the seat. "You rubbed yourself on me."
"Yeah, and?" He grinned as he pulled out. "You nap, you need it after doing that in the bathroom."
"Did you come in after me?" He closed his eyes, shaking his head.
"Yup." He pulled onto the interstate, speeding up. "Was nice. You called my name."
"I was thinking of you," he said, yawning. "Try not to get into trouble," he said quietly, falling asleep.
"Me, trouble?" he asked innocently, grinning wickedly. "Not me."
Oz looked up as the two men walked into the apartment, smiling at both of them. "She knew. She stopped crying about five minutes ago." He looked at Xander. "Get it figured out yet?"
"Yeah, and I'm sorry," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head and then the baby's. "Hi, Miri. I'm sorry I did that to you too." He picked her up off Oz's lap and carried her into the bedroom to lay down and talk to her alone.
Giles looked at his occasional lover, shaking his head. "You wouldn't believe what he did over lunch." He carried the boxes into the kitchen, putting them into the refrigerator, along with the promised jar of white chocolate icing. He turned around to see Oz watching him. "He's a natural tease. He had everyone entranced at the restaurant where we ate lunch when he licked off a candle." He pulled the teakettle over to put some water in it, then put it on the stove so it could warm. "Then he made innuendoes all through lunch while maintaining his innocent look." He pulled down a cup and a tea bag, dropping one into the other to wait on the water. "Then he made me run for the bathroom to finish off and came in after me as I later found out." He turned to smile. "But he's accepted the situation."
"Sounds like it." He got up, picking up Giles' jacket from the table where it had been thrown. The needle fell out and he picked it up slowly. "Was there something else you wanted to tell me? Like a drug binge?" He waved it around.
"No," he said, rubbing over his face. "That's part of something that we all need to talk about. Let me put that in the cabinet," he held out a hand and took it. "Thank you." He opened a smaller cabinet that no one ever got into, putting it far towards the back. "We all need to discuss that part."
"Give him the information packet," came out from the bedroom.
Giles sighed and went out to the car to get the information he'd gotten earlier. When he came back in, he was handed his cup of tea and the bottle of painkillers. He handed over the folder, sitting down on the couch to sip and take something for his head.
Oz sat down next to him, curling up into his side, to read the stuff he'd been handed. By the time he'd made it through the first pamphlet he was nodding. "I know. Sunnydale does that to the kids." He looked up, seeing the tense face. "Him?"
"Me and Will," Xander said, coming out. He took the hard copies of the ultrasound out and held them up so they could be seen better. "That's me, the inside of me." He handed them back and sat down. "She's napping in the middle of the bed. Didn't think she needed to be out here for this part."
"So, you're a both and Will's a what?"
"She's one of the 'got an extra one' people." He sighed, sliding down into his usual slouch. "I go in for surgery in three days so they can take out the old stitches. The guy who did it routinely screwed them up."
Oz nodded. "Huh. Okay." He shrugged, putting the stuff back down. "What else happened?"
"I got asked to consider not closing it up again so he could study me." He rubbed over his eyes. "Seems I'm good to go each way with the right medicines." He looked at Giles. "I'm not taking them. I don't want to be that. I like being me."
"You would be, just a little more you." He set the cup down, holding out his arms. "Come here, let's talk." He waited until his lap was filled. "I know this is hard for you but you have to do what's best for your body and if this is it, then you should give it consideration."
"I grew *a* breast last time, Giles." He rolled his eyes. "No, not two, one. One single one." He looked at Oz. "You know somebody else, right?" He got a nod. "Did they have to take the shots?"
"For almost a year." He laid his head on the younger man's stomach, cuddling with them. "He grew two though." He looked up a little. "I'm going with Rup here. You need to think about it if it's the best for you."
"But I don't want that." He laid his head on the shoulder, sighing as the arms went around him. "I want to be me. I might not mind keeping it open but I don't want to take the meds."
"What if you have to have one to have the other?"
"Then I won't. I don't want to have female problems. I have enough male problems to deal with." He closed his eyes. "We don't need this right now. Things are just starting to go well and then this happens."
Giles nodded, rubbing one hand over Oz's stomach and the other over Xander's back while his head pressed the youngest man's head to him. "I know that you're confused and upset. I want to help you. I'm sure we both do."
"Yup. And I'd think you'd look cute with it."
"Oz," Xander muttered, rolling his eyes. He closed them again. "I'm not sure what I want. I just know I don't want a period. I don't want PMS, and I really don't want to have to be careful not to get pregnant."
"Then we'll keep it open for a while and see what happens." Oz sat up when he heard the baby yell. "I'll go, you guys cuddle."
"Bring her out here? That way we can all cuddle." He rubbed his head down into Giles' shoulder. "Did I tell you that you're very comfortable recently?"
"No, but I'm sure you will be soon." He hugged him tightly, grunting in mock exertion. "Just stay there."
"Can I have another candle later?"
"Only if I get to see," Oz said, walking back out with her. "She had a diaper problem." He lay back down in his spot, putting Miri across his stomach. "Now we're all comfy." He looked up at Giles. "Can I watch the candle thing?"
"If you'd like. He's accepted you as part of us." He nudged the youngest man but got a grunt and a sleepy smacking of lips for it. "I'd also say he's tired."
"I can move."
"Want cuddles," Xander mumbled. "Shh." He kissed the side of the oldest man's neck and let a hand fall to his chest. "Nice you."
Oz grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Handful?"
"Very," Giles sighed. "And then some." He reached his free hand down to pat the baby's head, earning him a grunt and it being confiscated to chew on. "As she will be probably."
"Shut up and lick me," Xander whined. "Moving tongues are bad unless it's a good."
Oz started to laugh quietly. "Yup, our handful."
Giles looked helplessly at the phone as it rang. He was still being held down by three sleeping bodies, none of which he really wanted to wake up for that device. He listened as the answering machine picked up and smiled. "Willow," he muttered. Then he frowned. "No, don't come over. We need some time alone." His frown got worse when she started to cry. He tried to reach for the nearest phone, the one that Oz had insisted be put in for nights of cuddling and not getting up, but it was just out of his reach. He sighed in frustration, lifting his hips to grab it just as she hung up. He pulled it by the cord he held, moving it closer so he could call her back. He smiled as the programmed buttons did their job, making him not stretch anymore. He relaxed, looking down into a set of open dark eyes. "Good evening Miri," he said softly. She put her head back down and sniffed Oz's chest. "Willow," he said when she picked up. "What's wrong?" Long pause. "Really? Why?" He frowned. "And where is she at the moment?" His brow wrinkled. "No, we'll take care of it, just leave it to us." He hung up, looking down at a now-awake Oz. "Buffy's leaving her. She's most upset."
He held a hand out for the phone and then held up three fingers. Giles hit the combination of keys to engage the third memory button. "Hey," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Since when did you decide to hurt her?" He pulled the phone away from the little grasping fingers. "So? It's a biological imperative. Don't tell me you haven't felt it." Long pause. "But she's not and she's been more trained to be that way." He rolled his eyes. "No, go home and talk to her before she does something stupid like going out on us." He handed back the phone, watching as it was hung up. "Willow said something about wanting kids some day and she threw a fit." He closed his eyes. "I'll go mediate tomorrow." His hand went to check on the baby, rubbing over her head, which earned him a bite. "Hey, no biting me. You'll become really drooly then." He moved his shirt back down, blocking her access to his chest. She started to fuss.
Xander reached a hand down, patting the top of Oz's head. "Be nice to her. She's not feeling well." He didn't wake up but he wasn't really sleeping either, he was in that nice middle area.
Giles looked at his other lover, question in his eyes. "Not a clue," Oz said. He moved Miri up to his shoulder, letting her rest against all of them at once. "See, no bad here. Go back to sleep."
"Sshhh," Xander whined. "Please? I'm comfy." He moved his head around, shifting his hips down at the same time to get even more comfortable.
Oz ended up lying on his thighs, moving up and down with each breath from the stomach pushing against his head. Giles was still hemmed in but it was more pleasant now, the youngest man giving him a new view of himself. He looked down at Miri, who was trying hard to chew Oz's ear off until he removed her again, sighing in frustration when she started to cry. He put her on her dad's stomach, sitting up and holding her there.
"Are you all right?" Giles asked softly, watching the baby gnaw on her father's hand.
"Yeah, I just don't want her cursed too." He got to his knees, leaning in for a kiss while holding Miri up. "I want her to lead a happy life just as much as he does." He grinned at the other hand that came around the back of his neck, pulling his head closer. "Xander, I'm not leaving and I'll be more quiet. I promise." His mouth was taken hostage and he started to understand why the Teen Queen Cordelia had been drawn to many a broom closet with this man. He pulled back for some air but his head was pulled forward, the kisses coming back, harder, faster, deeper, more passionate. Finally he managed to pull back fully, mostly so he could breathe. "Wow," he muttered.
"Noise is quieted," Xander muttered, moving his hips to try and straddle Giles thighs. Once Miri was removed he moved easily, working his mouth over the oldest man's. He sighed and laid down his head again and smiled. "Better, quiet."
Oz looked at Giles, mouth open. The older man sighed and nodded at him to move. He got himself up and moved his burden around to carry him into the bedroom. Miri went into her playpen and the baby monitor was turned on. They all congregated on the bed, each one getting another breath-stealing sleep kiss as they lay down next to him.
"Hoover," Oz muttered, laying his head on the younger man's stomach. He traced over the outlined hardness but his hand was slapped. By Giles. He looked up and grinned. "What?"
"We do not molest people in their badly needed sleep." He had to stop when his mouth was shut for him again, pulling back and shaking his head. "Later," he mouthed, shaking his head to clear it.
Oz shook his head, watching as the older man got up and stripped so he could sleep also. When he was back, he got up and did the same, taking back up his position on Xander's stomach. He winked at Giles then pulled off the t-shirt the youngest man wore, dodging the lips. He started to work on the buttons to the jeans, still dodging the lips by keeping his head down near them. When he got them all undone, the older man got up, helping him pull them off. They both got back in next to him, curling up on him.
Xander woke up and looked around in confusion. He had been in the living room last he knew. He heard happy baby noises from the monitor so he looked down at himself. And smiled. "You took advantage of me?" he asked quietly, seeing Oz was reading.
"Not yet. Not for lack of kissing though." He put down his book, rolling to his side next to the younger man. "You about sucked my fillings out." He ran a hand over the bare chest. "Liked it though." He grinned. "You kiss very well in your sleep." He grinned more at the blush starting.
"Shh," Giles muttered, rolling to his other side. "I need more sleep, just don't take what's mine." He pulled the covers up over his head, blocking them out.
Xander grinned, flipping them over. He looked down at his best friend, wicked grin coming back out. "So, should I be taking advantage of you?" he whispered.
"Only if you want to." He rubbed over the bare back. "I'm here, just do what you want."
"I want to experiment," he said, leaning down. "On many things." He took another kiss, just as deep and passionate as the ones he'd given while he was asleep. When he pulled back, the older man was panting. "Liked?" For an answer, he got hips pushed up into his, showing him he did. "Hmm, need to do something about that." He got up onto all fours, looking at the body under him. He could see all the nice spots and one very large nice spot, but that wasn't what he wanted. "What do you want?" he asked.
"I want you to learn how to do more than kiss." He pulled the body down and took another kiss. "Actually, I want all of it but that's Giles' to take."
"Yeah, I know. So, what can we do?"
"Nibbling?" He sighed when he heard the cry from the living room. "In a minute," he said, rolling him off and getting up to go to her. When he came back, Xander was naked and on his knees, looking over Giles' shoulder to watch him sleep.
He looked over his shoulder at the cleared throat and grinned, wiggling his rear. "I want more," he whispered.
Giles rolled under him, pulling him down. "I'll show you more," he said, sucking on the exposed neck. He looked at Oz and winked. The other man walked back to the bed, getting in and pulling the hips back up. He let the neck go, watching the intense concentration with which Oz was looking at the virgin opening before him. "Oz?" he asked softly.
"Just wondering what he feels like." He slid a finger in, earning him a moan of appreciation. "Hmm, tight. Very tight."
Xander looked over his shoulder, flexing the muscles. "Nice?"
"So very nice," Oz said, adding a second after spitting on them. "May I?"
"Yes," Xander sighed, then looked down at Giles. He jumped as he felt the wet tongue lick over him. "Oh, ohohohohoh," he cried, pushing backward. The tongue came back, splitting him open and retreating, coming and going in all sorts of ways. He was wildly bucking back into it now, panting and kissing his much older lover, touching him like he had wanted to during lunch. "Please," he moaned.
"Oz, let up or it'll be over too soon." He waited until the redhead was looking at him. He grunted as a hand wrapped around him, petting him gently. "We need to do something before this part," he sighed, holding the head down that was playing with him.
Oz watched with a fond smile. "Ah, Xander? That doesn't mean it like that. You're supposed to suck, not blow." He saw the head dive down and come back up coughing. "Maybe a little slower too."
Xander sat up, leaning against Oz's chest. "Show me?" He felt a nod and soon he was on his back, moaning in pleasure. Giles was stretching him a little more and he was loving all of it. He shouted, blowing his mind away as he came, floating away on the nice music and colors that lived in his head.
Oz looked at Giles, licking his lips. "I think he liked it," he said. He was pounced and promptly kissed, their lower bodies rubbing. "Oh, nice," he said in between kisses.
Xander came back in time to see Giles parting Oz to enter him, that sight alone enough to bring him back up fully. "Oh, yeah," he said, moving closer to watch. "Can I?"
"Grab on," Oz moaned, sliding down the hardness. "Please grab on." He felt a hand wrap around him. "Not enough," he said, moving now. He felt a warm heat that had to be a mouth cover him hesitantly. "Good, right, nice," he said, working in and out of it now, bouncing on the cock stuffing him. He yelled as he came, saying both their names. He looked down to see Xander licking him clean like a kitten and Giles helping him. He smiled and closed his eyes.
Giles looked at Xander. "Did you enjoy doing that?"
"Yeah, mostly. I didn't like the taste much." He swallowed hard. "I'm guessing I'll get used to it but it was good otherwise."
"Come here," Giles said, pulling him closer to lick off his face. "It's an acquired taste but I'm sure you'll get used to it." He smiled, kissing him. "What should I do with you though?" His smile got just a little wicked. "Go get the frosting. I know what might revive him." He let the youngest man go, watching his rear as it hurried down the hall. "I'm sure it will," he said. He leaned down to kiss Oz, sharing his taste. "I'm going to teach Xander how to do this too. You might want to watch." He saw the eyes open and he smiled again. "He's getting the frosting now."
"He's going to eat you, you know that right?" He sat up with a little help, looking around the room. "It's taking him too long. Xand?" He came running. "Get lost?"
"No, I just wanted to do something." He set the things down on the bedside table, climbing back in. "I wanted a candle again."
"Please," Giles said. "Then I can have you do that to me."
His eyes lit up and he pulled the top off the container of frosting quickly, shoving the candle down into it then bringing it back up to his mouth. He grinned as he started to lick it, just like earlier, varying his little licks, following each curve and line. By the time he was done, all of them were very hard, the older two looking at him in amazement.
"Transfer those skills," Oz said, laying down to watch him. "Put some on one of us and go at it"
"I wanted to be his first."
"I was his first blow, Rup. It's only fair since you get to pop his cherry." He looked up, then rolled over, sucking the cock down quickly. The older man grunted, pushing him down farther. He screamed as he came, his voice going up an octave.
Xander watched it all in awe, licking the frosting off his fingers. He looked at Oz's wiggling rear then at them then at the slightly older man again, making a happy decision. He spread some down a cheek, leaning over to lick at it.
Both of them groaned, Oz stopping to feel. He shoved his hips back, trying to get himself more. When he felt the cool touch of frosting over his balls, he started to pant, grinding back against the tongue licking him clean. "More," he groaned, spreading his legs a little. "One way or the other."
Xander hesitated, looking at each. "Which one would you like."
"Don't care," Oz panted/yelled. "Just more! Now!" He kissed the now aware Giles again. "Make him go on?"
"Pick a side and go to it, spreading the frosting over it." He watched as a decision was made, the frosting being traced up the hard crack and over the tense hole hidden in it. "Oh, my, I knew I made the right choice." He looked at Oz's face, seeing the desperation lighting the eyes, the tense features. "Don't tease him, it's most unkind at the moment."
"Not, trying to figure out where to start." He licked over the balls again, moving his head back to work over the tender flesh between that and his other goal, the little kitten licks earning him many groans of pleasure and begging. He moved back some more, splitting the cheeks to get at it, taking broader licks now. Oz was almost vibrating so he slowed down a little, going back to the small kitten licks around his goal. The change of pace was noted with a pained groan, so he pulled back to look at the frosting covered entrance. "How do I do this part?"
"With your tongue," Oz said. He pushed back some more. "Just have at it, it's all good." He wiggled enticingly. "Now?" Xander bent back to his task, licking the outside clean and sucking on it to get all of the frosting off. "More! Please!" He was begging but it needed to happen. He was hanging by a thread. "Please, just take your tongue and have me."
Xander wrinkled his nose but tried it, just because it was Oz that was asking. He pulled it back out, tasting it. He looked at Giles, giving him a happy look. "That wasn't so bad. Even without the chocolate." His head was pushed back down by the oldest man, making him go back to what he'd been doing. He licked a few more times outside then dove in, trying to force his way inside. He pulled back to consider it then chose a more delicate approach. He used his tongue to show what he wanted to be doing, working it in and out in rapid succession, moving around a little to provide some contrast. Oz's orgasm took him by surprise, the muscles clamping down on his tongue, letting him only thrust now. He took his time slowing down, wanting and needing to make it good for him.
"God," Oz said, pulling away and rolling onto his back. "Enough, please." He looked at Giles. "I'll bury you in something nice." He looked across his lover at the younger man. "When did you learn that?"
"I improvised." He sat up to grin. "Was it okay?"
"Was it okay," Oz muttered, covering his head and yelling. He pulled the covers back down. "I trained Willow to do that and she's not a *tenth* as good as you were." He rolled onto his side, hissing in pain. "Just you wait though. I'm sure we'll find something to teach you." He yawned. "Attack him for a while, I need a nap." He recovered his head, rolling to the other side then onto his back.
Giles grinned at Xander, shaking his head. "I've never seen him get that worked up." He pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. "I'd like to try that sometime."
Xander looked at the container of frosting. "There's plenty."
"But I need some time to get back up to where you are." He ran a finger down it. "If you had one request at the moment for me to do something, what would it be?"
"Hmm? Frosting?" He handed it over, lying on his back and spreading out. "Giles?" he asked when he was just looked at.
"The difference these years makes," he sighed, rolling over and moving to drop some down the firm chest. He smiled at the giggles. "Cold?"
"Yup." He pushed his hips up. "Could use some there though." He shivered as some was dropped on. "Yeah, like that." He wiggled some more. Unfortunately that woke Oz, who got up to get something. He watched as he walked out of the closet with two belts. "I'm sorry," he said, moving away from where he'd been laying. He moved closer to Giles' chest and mouth, looking over his shoulder at the slightly older man.
"It's to make you stop moving so I can collapse. We don't beat you here." He handed them over and got back under the covers. "Please let me die in peace. The music is very nice."
Giles rolled his eyes and looked at the belts. "Would you like that? To be strapped by the arms to the bed?" He got a head shake and a small pained look. "Hmm, then I'll just have to keep you from wiggling so much." He stopped working his way down, heading directly for the frosting covered hardness, taking it into his mouth and licking it off. The younger man almost levitated off the bed, calling his name as well as commands and encouragement. He looked up to see the most perfect look in the world on his lover's face. He looked around as a flash went off, then smiled at Oz, who was holding the camera. "Thank you." He quickly went back to what he'd been doing, taking his time to work the frosting off in the manner he'd seen done on his other lover, taking his time to get every last little bit. He finished him off with a hard suck, swallowing him in one move, making him swear while praising him in the same breath and pound the mattress as his body floated off it. He swallowed the results of his actions and sat back, smiling. He looked at his other lover, who was looking very shocked and amazed so pulled the camera to take a picture of him too.
Xander moaned, coming back down. "Did I die?" Oz smiled, climbing back in beside him. "I'm sorry I woke you up again."
"The look on your face was priceless." He laid his head in the middle of the heaving chest. "Sleep now, Xand, you're very safe."
"We all are," Giles said, lying down on the other side after removing the frosting and camera from the bed. He covered them all, smiling at his loves. "For good."
Oz looked up from his breakfast of epic proportions and grinned as Xander walked in, scratching his chest and other parts. "You okay?"
"Does dying and being brought back count?" He heard a quiet laugh so looked for the source, a certain redhead. "What?" he said, pouting. "I'm sure he's done that to you."
"Yup," she said, tipping her head back to look at him. "A few times." She went back to watching kid's shows with the baby.
Giles stumbled into the kitchen, patting Xander's back on the way. "Morning," he muttered. He put on some water and started to heat it, having to move a pan. "Who cooked," he asked.
"Me," Oz said. "Needed it." He finished up scraping his plate, pushing it aside. "I could feed you both."
"You cook too?" Xander said in wonderment, coming over to sit beside him on the floor, resting his head on the leg. "Keep me? Please?" Everyone laughed but he gave his friend puppy eyes, making him bend down to kiss him. "Thanks."
"If you'd get off him, I'd cook you something myself," Giles said, still smiling. He pulled the teakettle off, putting it aside. "Eggs and ham?"
"Yeah," Xander said with a happy sigh, not moving. "But can I eat it here? I like this pillow." He looked at Giles. "Unless I can eat on my other one." He saw the light blush. "I'm guessing not." He stood up, sitting in a normal chair. "Do we have any soda?"
"Heathen," Willow said. She got up to go help in the kitchen, taking the baby over to two of the dads for morning kisses. She walked around the former Watcher, getting him a soda and a glass, putting it on the bar then turning around. "What can I do to help?"
"Oz is grinning," Xander said, tattling just a little. He reached over to pat his shoulder. "I know, it was just such a sentence."
"No," Oz said. "She talked." He turned her around. "Tell everyone this time, sweetie."
"Dada." She said, waving her arms around. "Dadadadadadadadada." She babbled on for a few more minutes then looked up to see everyone standing around her. "Dada?" she asked, brow furled.
"Oh, precious," Xander said, picking her up off the table and getting up to swing her around. "You spoke! Yeah, you're so smart." He kissed her whole face, still laughing and smiling. "Yeah, my baby's so special and good." She was taken from him, making him pout. It disappeared when he saw the look on Giles' face, the very proud look he'd only earned once. He sat back down, watching them talk to each other.
Oz touched his hand. "Hey, she's special. And all of ours." He leaned over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We're all just happy." He held out his arms, taking her back. "Hi," he said, hugging her. "Yeah, you're good and special, huh." He turned her to look at everyone else. "So, what's the next word? Huh? Or maybe no?" She batted the hands holding her up. "No, I'm not letting you go."
"Dadada." She turned her head to look at him. Then blew a huge spit bubble on his face.
Oz laughed, leaving the mess on his face as he kissed her. "That's okay, I know it was a baby smoochie." He looked at Xander, who was still looking hurt. "Want dad? I'm sure he'd like to hug you too." He handed her over, watching as she was cuddled and talked to quietly.
Giles walked over, setting a full plate in front of him. "She was calling for you, we all know that," he said quietly, touching the top of his head.
"No, we're all dads here." He looked up. "Sorry, just got pouty for a second." He kissed her again and handed her to him. "You cuddle while I eat."
She fussed for a second then grabbed for his hair. "No," Giles said. "You may not have my hair." He wiped her mouth with a napkin before setting her into her swing. "Now, you behave while we eat and we'll all gush over you later." He walked back into the kitchen, dishing up his own food. When he came back to the table, she was in Xander's lap and he was feeding her his eggs. "Didn't I make them right?"
"Yup, just wanted to make sure she liked them." He looked up with a grin. "My family all hates eggs but me so I needed to check." He hugged her tightly, not letting Willow take her back. "I've got her, go read." He shooed her away, watching Miri as she laughed and hit the table with her hands. He went back to eating.
Willow walked out, after kissing everyone's cheeks. "Later," she called.
Once the door was shut, Giles took Xander's hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to usurp your position in her life." He held it for a moment more then let it go when there was no answer.
"I just wanted to be happy for her. This is a big step and I feel proud and special that she's mine." He looked up. "I didn't mean to pout at you. I shouldn't have. She's yours too. You had more than enough right to confiscate her to hug." He put her on the table, watching as she sat up, still a little wobbly. "This is all just real new to me."
"To all of us," Oz said, rubbing over her back and catching her when she almost fell. "We were just happy too." He leaned over for a kiss. "We okay?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "We're cool."
"Except for one thing," Giles said, pushing back his plate and grimacing. "Why did you react like that when he went for the belts?"
"Because I don't like them." He shrugged, getting up to get his soda and glass from the counter. "Why?"
"Because I want to beat your parents," Oz said. "Really beat them hard and show them why they're so fucked up."
"Not around her," Giles said. "Even if I share the same sentiment." He looked at the youngest man. "I know it was instinctive but it bothered both of us at the time and still does."
"I don't want to talk about it. I'll try not to let it happen again."
"We know that, Xand, but we're worried that it's going to come back out and you're going to end up curled up on the floor again like you were in that motel when I tried to get you to come back." He brushed over the jaw, seeing a faint outline of the old bruise. "I really didn't mean to hit you then. I just reacted to you thinking I only cared about her. I'm sorry."
"It sounds like we all need to talk," Giles said. "Maybe to someone that can help us work through it."
"No. I won't let it hurt Miri and I have it under control as long as I'm not in a new situation, which last night was. I could never harm her, not even if I was drunk, stupid, and semi-human." He looked at his lovers. "I know you think it could happen but it won't. She's safe, and will be." He sipped his soda. "Can we please switch topics? This is giving me indigestion and I already have enough heartburn in my life."
Oz nodded. "Sure. Just so you know that you can talk to us when you need to."
"Of course I can. About everything, I've known that." He took his free hand. "I just can't talk about it at all. When I try I get confused and my head starts to hurt."
"It's a defense mechanism," Oz told him. "It's meant to protect you."
"So then we'll leave it alone, right?"
"Yes, we will. But we will discuss it again if it continues to occur." Giles looked at the clock. "The store needs to open in an hour. Who wants to go?"
"I do," Oz said. "You guys need to talk about couple stuff and I need to beat Buffy's ass." He covered his mouth. "Sorry, I won't do it again."
"She'll learn each of those words her first day of kindergarten," Giles pointed out. "I'd just rather not have her using them before then." He smiled slightly. "Although, each of your usages this morning I would have said." He took a bite of his food. "We'll be around at lunch time." He looked at the baby. "Did you want to take her?"
"Nope, she needs cuddled and snuggled." He walked into the kitchen to put his plate into the sink, running some water over it. "Don't forget that we have to do an order tonight so bring the carrier with you." He headed back to the bedroom but stopped to turn around, coming back out to pull Xander up for a deep and heavy kiss. "I've never experienced anything like you did to me last night. I loved it and it was more than okay." He let him go, helping him back to his seat then walked back into the bedroom.
Miri clapped, making happy gurgling noises and babbling.
"She's yours," Giles said. "She talks as much as you do." He caught the napkin that was thrown at him. "We should talk, he's right about that." He sipped his warm tea, making a face and getting up to stick it in the microwave. "We need to talk about first times and such."
"And sexual politics, as that movie said." He looked over his shoulder then grabbed the baby to turn around all the way. "I know more than you think, Giles." He saw the frown. "I told you I don't like your first name."
"Call him Rup, I do," Oz said, walking back out. He grabbed his jacket and kissed the fussing baby before each of his men. "See you soon. You too honey," he said, kissing the top of her head again before walking out the door.
Xander looked at his daughter. "We'll be seeing him soon. He's just going to work." She turned her head to look at him. "Yeah, you. Don't worry so much." She gurgled, dirtying her diaper. "Eww!" He stood up, walking her into the bathroom to change and clean her.
By the time he got back out, Giles was back at the table, sipping his tea as he looked at his scheduling book. "Something else up today?" He put her in her swing, turning it on. "Or are you just killing time for me to get done?"
"Just killing time. I don't have anything planned for two more days." He smiled gently, focusing on the dark eyes, getting sucked into them for a moment. "Why are you so innocent when your head contains such ideas?" he asked softly. "I thought for sure Oz was going to perish when you hesitated last night. Just watching it almost drove me over the edge." He took the empty hand, rubbing over the back of it with his thumb. "I don't know how you continued to be so innocent for so long but I want to debauch you for many days on end at the moment." He smiled, looking down at their hands. "But to do so means that I'll lose that innocence in my life."
"I'll always be innocent about something. Maybe it'll be about work but I'll never be totally unpure." He grinned. "Or did you want me to be."
"No, I never want you to lose all of it. It gives you a special way of looking at the world. It's what makes you so able to understand her when she's exploring. You're so much alike some days but then others, you're like Oz. Mentally and soul-wise you're decades older and wiser." He brought the hand up to kiss it. "And I'm still sorry that I didn't see it sooner."
"I wouldn't have been ready. Well, unless you saved me from Anya." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I could have been yours then but you were being so stubborn." He leaned over for a kiss, earning him baby claps from the swing. "Thanks dear. We'll talk to you in a minute." He turned to grin at his lover. "I'll never lose all of it. If I did then I wouldn't be me. And in time, maybe I'll gain some of it back, the cynical sounding person inside me might leave on long vacations if you care enough to teach me how to make him go away." He scooted his chair closer. "Just because I'm not totally innocent of some things doesn't mean I'm totally corrupted. I can do things like last night because I like to do it, to stretch my mind around it and learn whole new ways of relating and touching, something I've never known. It's like being a savant. I can be a genius at it but I don't know how I know or why I know it."
Giles smiled gently. "That's very perceptive of you." He took another kiss, earning himself some more baby claps. "I say we get her a sitter tomorrow night."
"I have to go in the next day."
"I know. That's why I wanted it to be then. I know you're scared of what's going to happen and that you'll need us then. I'd like to make it special and touching though, not just holding you all night while you can't sleep."
"Can I do something tonight then?"
"Only if it's not in me. I don't think I could handle you all by myself yet. I need Oz to help me wear off some of that energy of yours." He grinned. "Or no more frosting because I'll be in the hospital also." He pulled him over for a hard kiss, then pulled him onto his lap when the contact wasn't enough. He pulled back panting. "I'd love to be your first for that too, but I want Oz to have some of the fun breaking you in."
"He was my first for a lot of things." He leaned in for another kiss. "Sitter would be good." He turned to look at his babbling child. "Now I know she's mine, she doesn't know when to shut up."
"She'll learn soon enough," Giles said, pulling him closer again. "Just as soon as she learns the meaning of no and a closed door." He smiled, taking his time with this kiss, making it last. He pulled back, looking at the still mostly full plate. "I want you to eat. You need to keep up your strength for tonight." He wiggled his brows and helped him stand back up, steadying him as he got into his chair. He watched the food be attacked with relish, something that he always knew the boy did, but now it took on special meaning to him. He was eating for him.