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Reclaiming 2/2 (Wesley/Xander)
Title: Reclaiming 2/2
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing Number: 5
Pairing: Wesley/Xander
Category: Shonen-Ai
AN: It’s of the cute! And I finally finished this sucker! Yay! This is part two of Reclaiming and the end of this one. Someday, I’ll write a threesome between them, promise. *nibbles you guys* *bounces off*
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Having calmed Xander down from his initial freak out, Wesley was looking at the young man who was staring at his tea cup, looking quite a few years younger then his actual age. Looking up, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, gazing at his lover with curious eyes.
“Why would they come after him now?” he asked quietly, peeking into the living room with a raised eyebrow. Xander had come to them after having been attacked by several men in dark suits, all claiming that they wanted him to train with them. Giles and Wesley knew that they were the watchers but didn’t know why they had gone after Xander.
“I think I know why, but only if he’s the right age,” Giles replied, stirring the hot chocolate in the pot on the stove.
“Right age for what?” Wesley asked in return, eyes glowing behind his glasses.
“For the same thing that brought us together,” Giles purred softly, eyes sparkling at the dawning comprehension on the small males face.
“I see,” the younger man mused, eyebrow rising up into his hair line. “But aren’t they all 18? Much too old to be a part of the training,” he continued, frowning up at his lover.
“But what if he’s just the right age?” What if he’s lied to us about his age? I’ve done some checking on him and have made some interesting discoveries,” Giles purred into one ear with a smirk.
“And you found…?” Wesley prompted off with a responding eyebrow, smirking lightly.
“That his mother lied to get him out of the house earlier. But we have to get him to admit that he is much younger then 18 like the others, 19 in Oz’s case,” Giles said, smirking at his lover, watching his eyes darken. “So why don’t you go talk with the young man in question while I go talk to some people?”
“Very well,” Wesley hummed, moving back to Xander, sitting down next to him and making the dark head lift up to gaze at them.
“Xander, I will be going out to speak with a few people about the ones who came after you. Wesley will ask you a few questions about you so we can make sure that our hypothesis is correct,” Giles told the young male, getting a nod in return. Smiling softly, he left the apartment, leaving the two men there.
“Thank you for the help,” Xander finally said, drawing Wesley from his contemplation of the front door.
“You don’t have to thank us, Xander,” Wesley replied, surprise coloring his voice. The young man in question smiles shyly at his companion, a very light blush gracing his cheeks.
“Yes, I should. If I had gone to Buffy, she wouldn’t have believed me and would have laughed at me,” Xander hummed, playing with his tea cup.
“And Willow?” Wesley prompted, watching lean hands dance over the porcelain.
“Wouldn’t have believed me either, and would have told Buffy,” was the snorted reply. “Ever since Buffy came into our lives it’s almost like she can’t keep her mouth shut about things. I’m just lucky she doesn’t know everything about me. Only Jesse really knew everything about me.”
“Your friend, the one who was turned by Darla, correct?” Wesley asked, watching the dark head nod.
“How did you know about that?” Xander asked after a few minutes, looking up at Wesley.
“Giles sent in monthly reports. I had to read them before coming here,” Wesley explained, smiling softly at Xander.
“Oh,” was the breathed reply. Looking at Wesley with dark eyes, he shifted and poked the older mans nose. “You want to ask me something. Feel free to ask away.”
“How old are you?” Wesley asked after a moment of getting over his surprise. He really should be used to Xanders ability to see thoughts after watching him for the last few months.
“Let me guess, Giles found something with my birthday on it?” the younger male asked. Wesley smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, well, I’m officially 17, not 18. Willow just assumed that I was the same age as she was.”
“I see. So that was why they came around,” Wesley hummed, standing up. Pacing around, he noticed that Xander was relaxing back into the couch again, looking as young as he was once more. It seemed like they were going to be able to take Xander as their apprentice after all. Shivering in anticipation, the young watcher grabbed a book before sitting down next to Xander once more. “Xander, what do you know about how Watchers are trained?” he asked, handing it over.
Xander looked down at the book cover and blinked in surprise at the question before opening his mouth. “Not much actually. Just enough to know that it’s kind of like a master and student situation.” Tilting his head to the side, he looked at Wesley curiously. “Why?”
“The men who came after you were Watchers, Xander, and they wanted you as their apprentice. Including in the basic training, there is another side to it,” the dark blond explained, opening the book to the right page. Pointing to the correct section, he watched Xander read it, smiling at the blush that bloomed oh so nicely over the soft cheeks.
“So, not only would I learn how to read and speak several languages from them but they would also want to fuck me?” Xander finally squeaked out. Wesley nodded his head as the teenager closed the book and put it down on the table before him. “Do I really have a choice? Or will they keep coming after me if I say no?” he asked softly. The young watcher reached up and gently caressed Xanders cheek, making him look over at him.
“Giles is getting rid of them actually. I think that he was going to ask if you wanted informal training in the next few days but I believe that was changed when he discovered your true age,” Wesley soothed, watching the red bloom over softly tanned skin once more. “Mind you, the sexual aspect of it would be optional but you would be trained by me and by Giles.”
“So, if I agree to the sexual part of it, it would be a threesome for however long it would last?” was asked as dark eyes stared up at Wesley, who smiled and nodded.
“And we’d try to keep you until the day we died,” Wesley hummed quietly.
“But why me? Why not Willow or Oz?”
“Oz is rather obvious with his furry problem. As for Willow, she’s hardly Watcher material. She thinks she’s brilliant and knows more than us just because she’s read the books,” Wesley replied, pulling the young man into his arms, holding him close. “She would end up dieing or being abandoned by her teacher.”
“Because she has the wrong type of attitude,” Xander summed it up as he let himself relax slowly into Wesleys arms, feeling the other man nod against his head. “But I do. How do you figure that?”
Smirking lightly, Wesley smoothed a hand over Xanders side and hip, enjoying the shiver that he got. Leaning back onto the couch, making the slim male lie down with him, Wesley hummed in approval.
“You’re pan sexual first of all. You really don’t care who flirts with you as long as they are attractive you,” he stated, tilting Xanders head up to him. “You also want to learn, but you do better learning on your own for the most part. We are here to guide you. The sex is just a bonus.”
“I see,” Xander hummed, smiling at him before going back to relaxing, head resting on Wesleys chest. He was quite content to let Wesley stroke over his body, quite happy to let the other man show him how things would work out in the long run.
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing Number: 5
Pairing: Wesley/Xander
Category: Shonen-Ai
AN: It’s of the cute! And I finally finished this sucker! Yay! This is part two of Reclaiming and the end of this one. Someday, I’ll write a threesome between them, promise. *nibbles you guys* *bounces off*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Having calmed Xander down from his initial freak out, Wesley was looking at the young man who was staring at his tea cup, looking quite a few years younger then his actual age. Looking up, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, gazing at his lover with curious eyes.
“Why would they come after him now?” he asked quietly, peeking into the living room with a raised eyebrow. Xander had come to them after having been attacked by several men in dark suits, all claiming that they wanted him to train with them. Giles and Wesley knew that they were the watchers but didn’t know why they had gone after Xander.
“I think I know why, but only if he’s the right age,” Giles replied, stirring the hot chocolate in the pot on the stove.
“Right age for what?” Wesley asked in return, eyes glowing behind his glasses.
“For the same thing that brought us together,” Giles purred softly, eyes sparkling at the dawning comprehension on the small males face.
“I see,” the younger man mused, eyebrow rising up into his hair line. “But aren’t they all 18? Much too old to be a part of the training,” he continued, frowning up at his lover.
“But what if he’s just the right age?” What if he’s lied to us about his age? I’ve done some checking on him and have made some interesting discoveries,” Giles purred into one ear with a smirk.
“And you found…?” Wesley prompted off with a responding eyebrow, smirking lightly.
“That his mother lied to get him out of the house earlier. But we have to get him to admit that he is much younger then 18 like the others, 19 in Oz’s case,” Giles said, smirking at his lover, watching his eyes darken. “So why don’t you go talk with the young man in question while I go talk to some people?”
“Very well,” Wesley hummed, moving back to Xander, sitting down next to him and making the dark head lift up to gaze at them.
“Xander, I will be going out to speak with a few people about the ones who came after you. Wesley will ask you a few questions about you so we can make sure that our hypothesis is correct,” Giles told the young male, getting a nod in return. Smiling softly, he left the apartment, leaving the two men there.
“Thank you for the help,” Xander finally said, drawing Wesley from his contemplation of the front door.
“You don’t have to thank us, Xander,” Wesley replied, surprise coloring his voice. The young man in question smiles shyly at his companion, a very light blush gracing his cheeks.
“Yes, I should. If I had gone to Buffy, she wouldn’t have believed me and would have laughed at me,” Xander hummed, playing with his tea cup.
“And Willow?” Wesley prompted, watching lean hands dance over the porcelain.
“Wouldn’t have believed me either, and would have told Buffy,” was the snorted reply. “Ever since Buffy came into our lives it’s almost like she can’t keep her mouth shut about things. I’m just lucky she doesn’t know everything about me. Only Jesse really knew everything about me.”
“Your friend, the one who was turned by Darla, correct?” Wesley asked, watching the dark head nod.
“How did you know about that?” Xander asked after a few minutes, looking up at Wesley.
“Giles sent in monthly reports. I had to read them before coming here,” Wesley explained, smiling softly at Xander.
“Oh,” was the breathed reply. Looking at Wesley with dark eyes, he shifted and poked the older mans nose. “You want to ask me something. Feel free to ask away.”
“How old are you?” Wesley asked after a moment of getting over his surprise. He really should be used to Xanders ability to see thoughts after watching him for the last few months.
“Let me guess, Giles found something with my birthday on it?” the younger male asked. Wesley smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, well, I’m officially 17, not 18. Willow just assumed that I was the same age as she was.”
“I see. So that was why they came around,” Wesley hummed, standing up. Pacing around, he noticed that Xander was relaxing back into the couch again, looking as young as he was once more. It seemed like they were going to be able to take Xander as their apprentice after all. Shivering in anticipation, the young watcher grabbed a book before sitting down next to Xander once more. “Xander, what do you know about how Watchers are trained?” he asked, handing it over.
Xander looked down at the book cover and blinked in surprise at the question before opening his mouth. “Not much actually. Just enough to know that it’s kind of like a master and student situation.” Tilting his head to the side, he looked at Wesley curiously. “Why?”
“The men who came after you were Watchers, Xander, and they wanted you as their apprentice. Including in the basic training, there is another side to it,” the dark blond explained, opening the book to the right page. Pointing to the correct section, he watched Xander read it, smiling at the blush that bloomed oh so nicely over the soft cheeks.
“So, not only would I learn how to read and speak several languages from them but they would also want to fuck me?” Xander finally squeaked out. Wesley nodded his head as the teenager closed the book and put it down on the table before him. “Do I really have a choice? Or will they keep coming after me if I say no?” he asked softly. The young watcher reached up and gently caressed Xanders cheek, making him look over at him.
“Giles is getting rid of them actually. I think that he was going to ask if you wanted informal training in the next few days but I believe that was changed when he discovered your true age,” Wesley soothed, watching the red bloom over softly tanned skin once more. “Mind you, the sexual aspect of it would be optional but you would be trained by me and by Giles.”
“So, if I agree to the sexual part of it, it would be a threesome for however long it would last?” was asked as dark eyes stared up at Wesley, who smiled and nodded.
“And we’d try to keep you until the day we died,” Wesley hummed quietly.
“But why me? Why not Willow or Oz?”
“Oz is rather obvious with his furry problem. As for Willow, she’s hardly Watcher material. She thinks she’s brilliant and knows more than us just because she’s read the books,” Wesley replied, pulling the young man into his arms, holding him close. “She would end up dieing or being abandoned by her teacher.”
“Because she has the wrong type of attitude,” Xander summed it up as he let himself relax slowly into Wesleys arms, feeling the other man nod against his head. “But I do. How do you figure that?”
Smirking lightly, Wesley smoothed a hand over Xanders side and hip, enjoying the shiver that he got. Leaning back onto the couch, making the slim male lie down with him, Wesley hummed in approval.
“You’re pan sexual first of all. You really don’t care who flirts with you as long as they are attractive you,” he stated, tilting Xanders head up to him. “You also want to learn, but you do better learning on your own for the most part. We are here to guide you. The sex is just a bonus.”
“I see,” Xander hummed, smiling at him before going back to relaxing, head resting on Wesleys chest. He was quite content to let Wesley stroke over his body, quite happy to let the other man show him how things would work out in the long run.