Part Thirty
Liam waited until the boys had left the room, then grabbed Giles. "Rupe, I don't care if you never want to see me again, but I just have to... mrph."
Giles cut Liam off by pulling him close and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. The two kissed for long moments, exploring and relearning each other’s mouths. "Li," gasped Giles, breaking the kiss. "You talk too much." Then he thrust his tongue back into Liam’s mouth before he could reply.
Iam went back into the office to tell Liam something but stopped dead at the site before him. "Uncle Rupert?! What are you doing?"
The two men broke
apart, panting. "I, well, uh,
that is..." stammered Giles.
"Uncle Rupert!
Why?" Iam was aghast.
"It's really
very simple, Iam," said Liam. "You
see, your uncle was the one who helped me to see that uh, love between,"
Liam began blushing and stammering, "men could, um, be something
special."
"Oh. My. God.
You had... sex... with my PSYCHIATRIST!
Ewwwwww!"
"Iam, it's not
like that," soothed Giles. "We
were very young when we were together. I
wasn't, err, that is, I haven't been shagging him, uh, lately."
"But you were
snogging!!!" This was loud
enough that both Xander and Dru came to see what was going on.
Liam and Giles were
still in each others' arms, but they quickly pulled apart when the other two
appeared.
"Aw, how
sweet. Daddy, it's about
time," said Dru before wandering back into the reception area.
"Oh,"
said Xander. "Um,
yeah..." He darted off.
"Xander,"
called Liam. "Xander, come
back."
He started to go
after the boy, but Giles stopped him.
"Let me,"
said Giles.
"But, you
don't understand..." said Liam.
"I can
guess," said Giles, running a hand down Liam's face.
Xander had run out
of the building out into the trees. He
stopped and hid behind a large oak, crying.
"Xander?"
called Giles. "Xander, where
are you?"
"Go
away," said, Xander, curling up into a little ball.
Giles followed
Xander's voice and found him. "Xander..."
"Go'way,"
reiterated the boy, turning away from Giles.
Giles knelt down by
the boy. "Please, Xander.
What's wrong?"
Xander sniffled a
little. "I'm all alone."
Giles pulled Xander
into a fierce hug. "No, Xander,
you're not alone. I'm here.
I will always be here for you."
Xander turned in
Giles' arms and tucked his face into Giles' shoulder. "He didn't want me," sobbed the boy.
GIles was confused
by this remark, until he remembered Liam saying, 'You don't understand.'
"Oh, Xander....
Shhh, cry. It'll be alright. You'll find someone your own age to be with.
"I d-don't
deserve you," whispered Xander.
"Of course you
do. You're my son now.
I have the right to love you unconditionally."
Xander just held
onto Giles for a few more minutes, before pulling away.
"Thanks," he mumbled awkwardly.
"No thanks
needed, Xander. I am always here
for you."
Iam glared at Liam
for a few minutes after Giles left.
"May I ask why
you're trying to use the Force to kill me?" asked Liam, trying to lighten
the situation.
"You're the
reason Uncle Ethan left, aren't you?"
Liam sighed,
"No, I'm not. I've no idea why
Ethan left. The first time."
"There was
more than one time?"
"Iam,
please."
"Please what?
I bloody well think I have the right to be upset."
"Ethan had
left for university in America when Rupe and I first got together.
Ethan came back and I was out the door.
Then Ethan left again, but I was gone already.
Practicing here."
Iam was immediately
sorry. "Oh, I-I'm sorry.
I didn't think..."
"It's alright,
Iam. But you can't always assume
you know everything." Liam
sighed again. "Hell, sometimes
we don't even know everything."
"Why do I need
a tux?" asked Jesse, as he was measured carefully.
"Because
you're going to a very fancy restaurant," said Vincent. "And you have to look your best."
"Armani, sir?
We have several that would..."
"Fine,
fine," said Vincent dismissively.
"Isn't this
expensive?"
"Does that
matter?" asked Vincent curiously.
Jesse shrugged,
embarassed. "It just... seems
like alot of money for clothes."
Ah, Jesse, Jesse,
Jesse," sighed Vincent. "Money
is power, and power is everything."
"But...."
"No buts
tonight, Jesse. Just do what you do
so well, and leave everything else up to me."
"Yes,
sir," said Jesse sullenly.
"Yes,
what?"
"Father."
Jesse repressed a shudder.
"That's my
boy."
Lindsey fiddled
nervously with the cuffs of his tuxedo. He
couldn't believe Vincent was paying for them to go to Maxim's.
And this tux. Which, if the catcalls and wolf-whistles were anything to go
by, looked absolutely fantastic on him. He
even had a guy who had casually brushed up against him and left his number in
his back pocket. 'Call me - CJ'
Lindsey readjusted
his jacket again and looked up to see Jesse staring at him with lust-filled
eyes.
"God, Linds,
you look incredible," said Jesse, walking up to Lindsey and running a hand
down the edge of Lindsey's jacket.
Lindsey felt his
pants tighten considerably at the sight of Jesse in formalwear.
And the touch. He whimpered slightly, hoping to God he'd be able to get
through this evening alive. "You
look," Lindsey stopped and pulled Jesse into a hot, fervent kiss, thrusting
his tongue into boy's mouth and rubbing against him sensually.
He broke away, panting. "You
look good enough to eat."
Jesse moaned at the
loss of contact and immediately tried to pull Lindsey in for another kiss.
"Uh uh," said Lindsey. "We
have reservations." He turned
to the limo that was waiting for them. "Shall
we?"
Once in the limo,
Jesse was on Lindsey, pushing him into the seat and, after unbuttoning the
jacket, running his hands up and down the silk covered chest.
"Do we have to go to the restaurant?" asked Jesse, nibbling on
Lindsey's ear.
"Y-yes,"
moaned Lindsey.
"Yes, we do?
Or yes, more?"
"Both..."
whimpered Lindsey.
Lindsey deftly
flipped them so that Jesse was underneath him, and he unbuttoned Jesse's tux
jacket slowly. Then he undid the
shirt, placing a kiss after every button.
"Linds..."
moaned Jesse.
Lindsey worked his
way down the fastening of Jesse's trousers.
He flipped the button, then slowly, so slowly, slid the zipper down and
pushed the pants and boxers down over Jesse's hips.
Jesse raised his
hips slightly, to help. Then moaned
at Lindsey ran a finger up his cock. Then
the finger was replace by warm, wet suction.
Jesse yelped and bucked.
Lindsey pushed
Jesse's hips back down to the seat and held them there, moving up and down,
teasing with his tongue.
Lindsey moved back
down, then up, scraping his teeth lightly on the sensitive flesh.
"Lindsey!"
wailed Jesse, cumming fiercely into Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey pulled
back, swirling his tongue around his lips for the last taste of Jesse.
"You liked that?" he asked innocently.
"It was
amazing," groaned Jesse. "Let
me repay the favor," he smirked, rubbing Lindsey's groin.
They switched positions and Jesse quickly undid Lindsey's pants, shoving
them down. He then stopped.
Smirking, he licked the tip.
"Jesse,"
whimpered Lindsey. "You're a
cocktease... Oh my God!"
Jesse deep-throated
Lindsey unexpectedly, swallowing around the thick flesh.
Then he pulled up until just the tip was in his mouth and teased it with
his tongue.
"Wh-where the
Hell did you learn to do that?" panted Lindsey.
Jesse moved off
Lindsey for a second. "What?
This?" he asked innocently before deep-throating Lindsey again.
"Yeees!"
Jesse swallowed
once, twice, then Lindsey was cumming. Jesse
pulled back and savored the taste. He gave Lindsey one last lick before doing his lover's pants
back up.
"Well,"
he said, giving Lindsey a quick grin as he refastened his own clothes.
"If you must know, I've been practicing on bananas.”
Vincent couldn’t
believe how well things were working out. Lindsey
was theirs; there was no way he could leave Wolfram & Hart without
jeopardizing his entire life. Jesse
had been behaving ever since the death of his friend.
Yes, life was good.
Now the only things
left were to get his son back and to destroy his brother’s life.
“It’s Rever.”
“Yes?”
Vincent shut the door to his office.
“Shall I get the
girl?”
“What is so
important about this again?”
“She’s his.”
“I still feel
this may complicate things.”
“Sets both of
them up for a fall. You get yours,
I get mine.”
“That’s
right,” drawled Vincent. “O’Malley’s
the reason you went to prison, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Do what you
want.”
“Right.”
Lindsey and Jesse
stepped out of the limo to go into the restaurant. “There’s so many people,” whispered Jesse.
“They’re here
to watch the movie stars enter,” said Lindsey quietly, as they entered the
building. Just as the door was
opened for them, a man jumped out and clicked several pictures of them.
“Who was that?”
asked Jesse.
“Just some
nut,” said Lindsey. “Come
on.”
“Wow, this place
is amazing.”
Lindsey chuckled.
“Jesse, don’t stare like a country bumpkin.”
“That’s not
nice.”
“Did I say it
was?”
“Rupert!
Rupe, open up!” Liam pounded on the door fiercely.
“What?
What is it?” asked Giles.
“It’s Dru!
She’s been kidnapped!” said Liam frantically.
“The police can’t do anything!”
“Calm down, Li.
Are you sure she’s been kidnapped?” Giles soothed, stroking Liam’s
back reassuringly.
“There was a
note,” said Liam, trying to calm down. He
handed it to Giles. “Here.”
‘Liam,
It’s been a long
time.
My, your
daughter’s a pretty one.
Be seeing you
soon.’
“No signature?
Nothing?” asked Giles.
“No, and since
it’s not hand-written, it’s useless to the police.”