FIC: "A New Beginning - Part 12 - Belonging" FRAO Giles/OC 12/12

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TITLE: "A New Beginning - Part 12 - Belonging"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRINGS: Giles/OC
CHARACTERS: Rupert Giles, Davies
DEDICATION: To taking a chance on love, in love.
WARNING: M/M slash relationship; sex.
SUMMARY: Giles has a new life. And a new lover. And a reconciliation.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis
//Thoughts//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
A/N: Day 28 of November. Twenty-eighth fic. I don't want to end this series ... so reserve the right to bring my boys and the Magpies back at any time (especially for anniversaries ... or the next Christmas party).
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to my LJ and possibly others; anybody else, please ask.


The two men had slipped away early from the gathering. They felt rather like newlyweds going away on their honeymoon. But they didn't have far to travel. Only one floor below where Giles kept a private apartment and some smaller rooms for entertaining.

As the elevator descended, Giles managed to stop kissing Davies long enough to let him know that the Magpies would be his guests for the night as well, just another floor lower which was where the Scoobies lived as well. Giles wondered if any of them would get any sleep at all that night, the seven below from non-stop talking and the two of them from ... unfinished business.

When the elevator doors opened, Giles pulled an unresisting Davies into the room. For it was just one big room. Without the need or desire to entertain formally in his personal quarters, Giles had made this space his sanctuary. There were several areas designated for different purposes, each area defined by its own oriental rug.

The king sized bed on a low platform dominated one area, the cream coloured linens complemented by the cream and celadon rug.

On one side was a glass dining table with two chairs in charcoal wool, the set framed by a rug in cream, burgundy and gray. Beyond the dining area was the kitchen with its stainless steel appliances and gleaming black cabinets, all reflected in the polished black marble floor beneath.

Behind the elevator was a lounge area, with two forest green suede couches, a plasma TV on a low chrome and glass table, two smaller glass tables in front of the couches, all resting quietly on a matching green, pale pink and gray rug. There were a few books in the lounge, but nothing to give it a cluttered air. No candles, but spot lights recessed in the ceiling to highlight the individual areas. Also, no art on the walls, though Davies noticed a large framed photograph of the Scoobies on top of the plasma TV.

Adding a personalized statement, each area had flowers: from irises in bud vasew on the night tables, to a bowl of lilies on the dining table to birds of paradise in a large Chinese porcelain vase on the floor in the lounge. Finally, beyond the lounge and leading back to the bed area Davies could see the open door to the bathroom. And the flicker of candlelight.

Davies turned with an expectant. wistful look in his eyes. "Were you thinking of proposing a bath?" He could see a twinkle in Giles's eyes when he said "proposing".

"I think there's room on the agenda for a bath." Giles gave his lover a gentle push in that direction, following closely behind. This time, though, the disrobing was less perfunctory. Giles slipped his lover's blazer off his shoulders and down his arms, then loosened his tie and slipped it over his head before tossing both on a bench. Then, interspersed with kisses, he unhooked each button, letting his fingers slip beneath the widening fabric to caress the heated though trembling flesh. He left the shirt on while lowering himself slowly down onto one knee. He knew his body would be protesting in the morning, but hoped that his lover's presence would make it hurt less.

Davies looked down, stunned and concerned for his lover's welfare, but did not utter a word, merely held on to his shoulders. He lifted each foot in turn so that Giles could slide off his patent leather loafers and socks. And then he felt sure, strong fingers unfastening his belt buckle, loosening his belt; finally the same fingers slid alongside his zip, teasing his erection behind the soft flannel, before finally - finally - dragging the zip down to reveal Davies's surprise, pink silk boxers covered in red hearts. The flannel trousers slid down his legs to pool around his ankles. The boxers would require some ... assistance in their removal. However, Davies was worried when he felt the body below him shaking. Davies grasped the shoulders more firmly and drew Giles back up to meet his eyes. He needn't have worried. Giles was laughing silently, so hard that there were tears in his eyes.

"Where ... where on earth did you get these? Don't tell me you went into a tacky sex shoppe?"

Davies simply replied, "No, actually I had the Magpies go into a tacky sex shoppe. I believe they found some items they planned to, er, use on their husbands when they return home. I think they rather enjoyed themselves." He had to stop speaking because Giles was now draped over his shoulders, giggles escaping from his lips every few seconds.

He gasped between the giggles. "Davies, you are an absolute treasure. I haven't laughed like that in years."

Davies merely quirked an eyebrow. "Means you'll have to keep me around. Absolute treasures seem to be a dwindling resource these days. You should hold on to the one you have."

The soft but serious response stunned him. "I intend to." Before Davies could react, Giles had grasped his silk covered cock and squeezed. Then stepped back to begin stripping himself. When Davies was about to protest, Giles pressed a thumb to his lips. "Next time you get to undress me first." In sixty seconds he was down to his underwear, leopard print boxers. Not very Valentine-y, but a daring gift from the Xander-less Scoobies, who had enjoyed the shopping-for-Giles expedition and had also bought him a Valentine gift set (pink milk bath, bath crystals and bubble bath). Seeing Davies about to burst out laughing, he cautioned him. "Not one word. The girls went shopping sans Xander. And I love them dearly for it. Besides, I think these show off my assets quite nicely."

The assets in question were appreciating in size considerably, creating an almost painful bulge behind the constricting cloth. Davies murmured, "Here, allow me," before tugging them down Giles's hips, freeing the trapped erection. He slipped off his own boxers before tossing everything on top of the bench. There were going to be massive wrinkles in everything come morning, but he didn't care if he went home looking like an accordion

Davies picked up one of the pink bottles. "Bubble bath?"

"Why not." As Giles turned on the taps of the large sunken tub, Davies poured some of the bubbly liquid in. As they both stepped in and began frolicking in the foam, the laughter rang out for several minutes.

And then it just ceased. Their hands were gliding over soap-slicked flesh, their legs entangled, cocks touching and balls bobbing. Giles eventually whispered, "Shall we take this to the bed?"

Davies gulped, but nodded his head in assent. Giles stepped out first and reached for a nearby robe for himself before pulling Davies out and embracing him from behind as he slipped a robe over his body. The two were still, barely breathing, assessing what they were about to do. Giles nuzzled his lover's neck before trailing his tongue up to nip at an ear and suck it between his lips. That earned him a strangled moan. And, then, unexpectedly, Giles felt the body tense within his arms. He drew back slowly and gently turned Davies around to face him. "What's wrong, love?"

Hesitant words in response. "I'm, that is, um, oh, blast it all, I'm afraid."

"I'm not surprised. Aren't we all at the beginning of a new relationship?"

"No, it's more than that. Listen, could we sit down ... anywhere but the bed?"

Giles pulled him out of the bathroom and towards the calming influence of the lounge. He pushed his lover down onto one of the couches. "I don't know what's wrong – but, before we talk, could I offer you a wee bit to drink?"

Grateful eyes met his. "Glayva, if you have it. If not, then Drambuie, please."

Giles walked to the kitchen and examined his liquor cart. He came back with the bottle in one hand and two cordial glasses in the other. He poured them both a small measure, then offered one to Davies. "Odd drink, that. I'd never have expected Scotch and honey and herbs to make such a satisfying drink."

They sipped in silence. Giles knew better than to press Davies. Whatever was troubling the man would come out when he was ready.

A few minutes later, Davies lifted his head. "Forgive me."

Giles had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatever for; you've done nothing wrong."

"Perhaps not. But I haven't told you everything. When I mentioned we'd never needed supplies," there was that familiar euphemism, "it wasn't because we decided we didn't need to use them because we were monogamous, it was because ...."

Giles picked up the thread. "Because, Dear Lord, you'd never done it, not gone that far. But why, love? What prevented you from taking that next step?" His eyes clouded over, lost in remembrance. "Being taken is not about weakness ... it's a glorious surrender."

"It wasn't just that. We were afraid of causing each other pain, that we wouldn't get past that. And we were stubborn as mules. You'd think with all the information around, the internet, or these gay groups popping up all around, we could have found out how to do things right. It's quite pathetic, really." Davies ignored the soothing responses Giles was making. There was something even darker he had to release. "That's not all. Sometimes I wonder if I really loved him as much as I thought I did. No, don't shake your head at me. I wouldn't allow him to fuck me and I didn't especially care to fuck him."

Once again, the use of profanity was proof of how upset Davies was. Giles had to get through to him soon. "Love, don't say that. I believe the two of you had an amazing love. And I never met the man. But the Magpies saw the two of you every day. I'm sure they'd confirm how deep your feelings were for each other."

"Alright, you can stop convincing me. I did love him. And he did love me. But, perhaps he just wasn't the one." Davies stopped to take a deep breath and it seemed as if Giles had stopped breathing entirely. "The one I was meant to be with ... the one to whom I would gladly offer my body in, as you put it, glorious surrender."

Giles let out the breath he thought he'd have to hold forever and felt the fleeting beat of his heart regaining a steady rhythm. "Perhaps, the first time," he trailed his fingertips down Davies's chest stopping at his waist and sliding his hand around to his back, "you would do me the honour of taking me ... in glorious surrender. And, no, if you're wondering, you won't hurt me, you can't hurt me; so, if you were planning on using that argument, I've just emptied your arsenal."

Davies looked stunned, his mouth had dropped open. Giles took the opportunity to remove his hand before catching those inviting lips between his teeth and sucking. As his action was met with a much happier moan, he let go and stood up, his robe falling away from his body. He stood there, naked, nipples hardening, cock rising gracefully, willing Davies to accept his offer.

Davies took a long minute to let his eyes linger over the body before him, down to his toes and back up to his eyes. And then he smiled, the joy lighting up his face. "Yes" seemed to be almost an afterthought.

Giles walked back towards the bed area and Davies heard a drawer being opened and various items, supplies, being removed. For the first time, Davies was not afraid of what he was about to do. Excited, yes. Nervous, yes. But he knew that fear was something he would never experience because of Rupert. For Rupert, yes. For his safety, definitely. But he knew that Rupert would never hurt him. So he let his own robe drop to the floor as he stood up.

He found Giles lying face down on the bed, head pillowed on his folded arms, legs spread slightly. Giles spoke softly. "I hate to bring this up, but are your nails trimmed?"

Davies walked over to sit on the bed, bringing his hand over for Giles to inspect. "You tell me."

Giles chuckled. "You might want to give the middle ones a bit of a file. I've put an emery board out with the other things."

Giles kept his eyes closed as he listened to Davies filing what seemed to be more than a couple of nails. Still, as it was his ass that was going to be taken, he didn't begrudge the precautionary measure. Then he felt a smooth hand in the middle of his back, fingers widespread. Davies had moved to kneel between his thighs. Giles deliberately kept the tension out of his back. Davies was facing his fears; he could face his own demons. He whispered, "Please," and felt the hands glide over the roughened terrain. Then up to his neck and back down, going lower with each pass.

When Davies had placed both hands over the cheeks, Giles seemed to melt into the mattress. For Davies, this was a good sign that Giles liked what he was doing. But it was time to press on. "Tell me, what do I do now?"

"Open me up a bit with your fingers. Stretch me."

"What do I use?"

"Well, the lube's right there and you could use a glove. I prefer a condom, myself."

The silence was broken only by the sound of a cap being snapped open and a foil packet being torn. It was a shock to feel the cool lube dribbling down through his crack. But he would survive.

Then Davies placed his bare left hand onto his left cheek and spread it, giving him the room to press down upon the puckered opening with two fingers encased in the condom. Giles wriggled happily and sighed. It had been too long since he'd been on the receiving end of things and certainly never with anyone so inexperienced. But he was confident he had enough experience for the both of them.

Davies let out a sudden hiss, as his cloaked fingers were sucked in through the pucker, sinking into a world of ... heat ... swelling ... throbbing. Davies felt like crying out. If only he'd known that even the preliminaries could be this enjoyable. Even his cock bobbed in agreement. He whispered, in awe, "What do I do next?"

The answer was slow in coming, as if forming the words meant too great an effort. "Slide your fingers ... in ... and out. Yes ... just like that. Press down ... try to find the swelling." He groaned. "Yes, love ... that's it. Now stroke it a bit."

Davies was amazed to see and hear how Rupert was reacting to him ... to his touch. He was trembling, not from the exertion of holding his hand in check, but from the excitement that kept building within him. He gasped out, "What else?"

"Another finger. I need more of you in me."

Davies carefully withdrew his fingers partially and slipped a third one into the condom. And then slid them back in, into the velvet darkness where there was no sound, no light, just pleasure. He knew ... he knew ... that he'd be buried in that welcome void soon, sinking deep without a struggle. He was beginning to lose himself. His fingers were his cock. His arm was his cock. Every part of his body was being taken over by the throbbing of his cock.

Giles sensed the tension building in his lover's body. He managed through clenched teeth, "Please.Take.Me.Now."

As Davies slipped his fingers free and drew the condom off, Giles rose onto his hands and knees, assuming a position that would be easiest for the inexperienced man. He heard the blissful sound of a second condom being removed from its packaging and the slip-slide of it hugging the contours of the lovely cock that was about to enter him. And, then, the fingers were back at his opening as the other hand guided its precious cargo into the berth awaiting it.

One gasp. One groan.

A stillness as each adjusted to the presence of the other.

Davies couldn't tell if it was his cock throbbing, trapped blood pulsing within his lover's body.

Giles couldn't feel if it was his body in pre-orgasmic spasms clutching his lover's cock.

None of it mattered. Davies surrendered to Giles while possessing his body, made privy to the wonders of the universe.

Giles owned Davies while being penetrated, shafted, allowing new light and life to renew him.

Then Giles swayed forward, with Davies following. The rhythm was languid at the beginning, no apparent goal in sight. But both men were breathing raggedly, panting, muscles straining from the exertion. The moan of one flowing through the other's body before being returned.

A gasp from Giles and a plea. "Davies, please, touch me. I'm so close."

Davies moved both hands, one to the hip before him and the other to the cock that was demanding his assistance. Not much, by the feel of it. The cock jumped in his hand as hot spurts of liquid splashed against the body beneath him. Then his cock was seized, trapped within his lover's body as the contractions began, bringing his release closer with every hump and spasm.

And then the fury was upon him. He could feel his release building and flowing like liquid fire sparking through his balls and out, propelled deep into his lover's body. He kept thrusting long past the aftershocks, delaying the inevitable withdrawal and disposal of the condom. Because he just wanted to stay attached, pressing Rupert's body down, and sleeping until noon.

But reality in the form of Giles reasserted itself. "Davies, love, you'd better ...."

"I know," was the relaxed reply. "I just wanted to fall asleep connected."

"I gathered that. We can talk about the possibilities later. How about some sleep anyway?"

"Only if you promise to do to me what I did tonight?"

"What? Fuck you?"

"Mmm. I was thinking along the lines of presenting my body to you ... in glorious surrender. Will you be up for it?"

"Let's try the milk bath first. Then we'll see." Giles yelped out his final words, as Davies had slid his fingers forward and was stroking his balls. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

Davies seemed to be lost in thought. "Encouraging you ... or at least seminal production." Davies had never heard his name growled before. "Davies, I swear," but then cut off any other words Giles might have uttered by seizing his lips in a kiss. This aggressive thing did seem like fun. But tomorrow he'd let Rupert take him for a glorious ride. He would surrender ... all of himself. And then, only then, he would know that he truly belonged.


END