My Giles/Oz Ficathon story (BtVS)
Sweet Life by VampLover
Pairing: Giles/Oz
Rating: NC-17 Warning for schmoop.
For:kindkit
Requirements: A fountain pen and a bottle of prescription painkillers; no non-con.
Written for the Giles/Oz Ficathon in year_of_oz. Writing soundtrack: The Velvet Underground's "I Found a Reason" and Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man." Many thanks for the excellent beta and Brit-pick by louiselux. I appreciate her efforts to help a neophyte writer. All remaining mistakes are of course, my own.
Rupert Giles glanced at his watch and picked up the heavy fountain pen to sign the last of the Council documents that his assistant had placed on his desk. He suppressed a small giggle at the excitement that was building inside him. It was just past 6 p.m. on Friday. Oz always turned up about now, and they'd go out for dinner. Tonight was their third anniversary, so he wanted to go to "their" restaurant, an Indian place run by a family that Oz had met during his stay in Bangalore. But he also knew that Oz might have other plans, and he let a smile escape at the thought of their last anniversary - Oz had shown up, locked the door, and pounced on him right there in Rupert's office. He'd ached so much the next day that he'd had to rummage around for the bottle of Distalgesic that he'd been prescribed after an old back injury flared up.
Rupert wiped the nib and capped the pen and placed it upside-down in the mug that he used for his pens. Then he used the Waterman with the burgundy ink to sign the card for Oz, and inside it he put a gift voucher from Oz's favorite record shop, along with one platinum hoop earring. Just as he finished sealing the envelope, he heard a knock on the door. Oz swung it open and looked in. "Are you ready?" He walked over to Rupert and stood there next to the desk, smiling that Oz smile that Rupert loved, the one that was more in his eyes than expressed with his mouth. "I'll bet you want to go to Asha's."
Rupert put away the other pen and stood, slipping the card into his jacket pocket. Then he leaned into Oz's embrace, smelling the familiar Oz scents of balsam soap and the apple-smelling hair gel that produced the characteristic spiky Oz hair. He looked down at him and said with a smile, "Is that all right? If you don't want to go there, we could go to that Thai place we tried last month."
"No, Indian's great. I just need to tell you something first."
Rupert felt a twinge of concern at the somber look Oz gave him. He felt reassured when Oz gave him another hug before dropping his arms and going over to the leather settee near the fire. Rupert followed, sitting down next to Oz and turning sideways to look at him closely. Oz looked serious, but not upset or angry - that was apparent to anyone as experienced at Oz-watching as he was. Rupert had become attuned to the subtlety of Oz's body language over time. It was especially critical when one's partner was so self-contained and quiet.
"What's wrong?" He reached over and picked up Oz's left hand, entwining their fingers. Oz tightened his fingers in response in response and looked at Rupert.
"I need to go away for a few weeks. Willow called and left a message at the flat. The team found a village in Peru that seems to have integrated werewolves peacefully, and they want me to give them some credibility with the village elders and write up the report for the Council. I have a flight booked for tomorrow. Is that cool with you?"
"Oh, I see. Right." Giles thought over his response while Oz waited, calm and silent. "How do you feel? You haven't seen Willow in person since we told her. I thought she seemed happy, once she got over the shock. I gather Andrew's been keeping Xander and her updated about us." Rupert remembered the upheaval among the Scoobies when they found out about Oz and him: Buffy had "freaked" until she calmed down, and Dawn had squealed like a schoolgirl instead of the college student she now was. Andrew had said, with a rather disturbing smirk, "You go, Sir Ian," whatever that meant. Xander had made inappropriate jokes until Oz had had a talk with him. Rupert didn't know what Oz had said to Xander, although he had been grateful for the cessation of the nervous joking, but Rupert had noticed an assessing look from Xander from time to time, which he firmly ignored.
Oz shrugged. "I feel sort of weird about seeing her. But we'll have time to talk about the past without the heavy emotions getting in the way. I just wanted you not to worry."
"I'll be fine. I'll miss you, of course. With that in mind - Let's go out now so we can go to bed early." Giles gave Oz his best roguish smile, the one that normally resulted in two sated, tired men. He leaned over, and, using his free hand, pulled Oz to him by the nape of the neck. Oz co-operated by straddling his lap and nibbling gently at his lips before giving him a deeper kiss, his tongue exploring Rupert's mouth with familiar ease. Rupert returned the kiss, enjoying the faint lemony flavour from the tea Oz habitually drank, and he slid his hands down to Oz's bum, cupping the small cheeks firmly. He gentled the kiss before breaking it to say, "Hold that thought; if we carry on we'll miss the table booking I made."
"Why don't we order dinner to go and pick it up on the way home?" Oz rubbed his crotch insinuatingly against Rupert's.
"Why am I recalling last year, and exactly how hard this sofa is on my aging spine?" Rupert nevertheless pulled Oz's hips into a firmer rhythm.
Oz said with one of his rare, wicked smiles, "Because you know how hot I am for you?" His fingers started sneakily loosening Rupert's tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Rupert distracted him by swiftly undoing the black jeans and slipping his cock out. He stroked it lovingly, enjoying the feeling of it getting even harder in his hand. Then he rubbed his thumb over the tip, spreading the moisture there over the head.
Oz wriggled in his lap, and Rupert lifted him off and laid him back on the sofa. He looked wonderfully rumpled and not at all serene. Rupert leaned over and sucked Oz's cock deeply into his mouth, deftly using his tongue and teeth to have Oz moaning and twisting beneath him in only minutes. Oz clutched Rupert's hair just as he was about to come, and Rupert obliging intensified the wet suction and reached up through the soft chest hair to twist his nipples. Oz gave his customary little growling sound of completion, and Rupert swallowed the hot seed that filled his mouth. He gently licked Oz's softening cock clean and zipped him up, sitting up with a small groan. He was going to need to book a massage tomorrow. But the sweaty, satisfied man draped over his stodgy leather settee was worth it. He felt much too smug as he looked down at his relaxed partner, who gave a sigh of repletion and opened his eyes.
Rupert ignored his own arousal; he could wait till they got home, one of the benefits of an older man's libido. "Come on, let's get moving. You still have to pack tonight." He planned on shagging Oz senseless later tonight, and perhaps Oz would return the favor in the morning before his flight. Those three weeks were going to drag like one of the interminable quarterly financial meetings he had to attend as head of the Watchers' Council.
"And I still have to give you your present." Oz wiggled his eyebrows with an exaggerated leer. Rupert just laughed as he pulled Oz to his feet. It looked like this anniversary was going to be better than last year. Now if only Rupert recalled if he still had any of that Distalgesic left...
Note: I'll make edits as I notice things I want to fix/change. Yeah, I'm one of those who continually tweak.