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A Mile in My Shoes	By : NeenaVarscona Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 4136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was an ugly scene. Anya stormed out of The Magic Box without another word. After a moment�s hesitation, Xander picked himself up off of Spike and ran after her. Willow and Tara, anxious to escape the tension that was mounting between Buffy and Spike, took their cue and made a quiet exit as well.

Giles leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed, and watched Buffy advance on Spike. In his mind he was already getting the broom out of the closet to sweep up the ashes.

�I should have known all along it wasn�t you,� said Spike, pulling himself off the floor with as much dignity as he could muster. �You�re too uptight and almighty to let loose and have that much fun.�

�Get out,� she barked.

�Or what? You think I�m afraid of you in that body? It�d be worth the migraine just to see the look on your face as I knock you on your ass.� Spike came at her, and she backed away. But Giles had appeared behind her, and was fixing Spike with a deadly glare. Spike quickly tallied the odds and chose survival.

�But lucky for you, I�ve got better things to do,� he said, as if he�d made the decision of his own free will. With one last sneer and a flourish of black leather, Spike vanished back into the depths of the basement.

Buffy paced and fumed, clenching and unclenching her fists as she shot fiery glances at the basement door.

�Are you alright?� Giles asked quietly from the sidelines.

�Did you see that?� she asked incredulously. �He walked all over me�I might as well have a �kick me� sign taped to my back. I totally froze, Giles. I know I�m not the Slayer anymore, but I totally froze! I could have kicked his butt royally, and I let him get away!� She continued to pace, building herself up into a serious rage.

�Is that really the reason you�re upset?� he asked gently.

For a moment she directed that rage against Giles, but his genuine concern softened her and she began to calm down.

�I can�t believe Spike�touched�my body.� She said at last. �I can�t believe Xander couldn�t even control himself for one night! Even after I warned him about the post-slayage urges and everything!�

�Post-slayage urges?� asked Giles, his Watcher�s curiosity surfacing.

�You know�urges,� she said, as if that explained everything. Giles simply raised his eyebrows at her, confused. �After a fight I usually feel really�alive�like a live wire, buzzing with adrenalin. It gets really strong if the big bad gets away during a fight or a chase; then I get all�urgy. Faith never tried to fight it�she thrived on that feeling.�

�Fascinating,� said Giles, nibbling on the earpiece of his glasses. �The rush of adrenalin, even after a fight, makes perfect sense. The Slayer�s life might depend on her ability to regain her energies after a fight�or to boost her energy during a chase. And without a proper outlet for this energy, it redirects itself�� he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the blank look on Buffy�s face and realised she didn�t need a watcher right now. What she needed right now was a friend.

�Sorry,� he said, �That wasn�t much help, was it?�

Buffy smiled wanly back at him and sank into a chair.

�I don�t suppose there�s much I can say that�ll make you feel any better. Except, perhaps, that Spike is hardly likely to go boasting to anyone that he�s slept with Xander. I expect he�s probably as mortified as you are.�

A flicker of satisfaction shone in her large brown eyes. �I�d still like to give him a good throttling next time I see him, though.�

�That, at least, I can help you with,� said Giles, putting his glasses back on. �A bit of training will do wonders to take your mind off things, and rebuild your confidence.�

Buffy looked at him gratefully and led the way into the back room where her training equipment sat patiently awaiting her arrival.

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Xander caught up with Anya in front of The Sun Cinemas. She spun on him, laying into him as a large crowd of moviegoers watched with great interest.

�You just couldn�t wait, could you?� she yelled. �We were supposed to make up. There was going to be fantastic reconciliation sex! But the second I turn my back, you run off with the first demon that comes along. And it wasn�t even another woman! Was I so horrible that I made you want to have sex with men?!�

�Anya, please!� Xander said, acutely aware of what the scene looked like to all the passers-by (who�d stopped passing by to stand there and watch). �We can talk about this later�in private.�

�Did you even love me?� Anya asked loudly, ignoring him. �Or was I just a convenience? Someone with handy other-worldly connections and a readily available orifice to stick your��

�Whoa! Back up there, Ahn,� said Xander, cutting her off. �If I remember right, you�re the one who broke up with me! You�re the one who dumped me out of the blue because you couldn�t deal with the commitments I made with my friends. It�s not like I was cheating on you or going out every night drinking with my buddies�what I do�what I help Buffy do�has kept Sunnydale from becoming ground zero for the end of the world on more than one occasion.�

�Well, Buffy doesn�t need you as much as I do,� she pouted. �Every time you went off on one of your little missions, I was certain you wouldn�t come back. Do you have any idea how much my heart hurt with all that worrying? Do you have any idea the kind of pain I�d be in if someday you didn�t come back?� Anya�s voice cracked and a fat tear rolled down her cheek to her trembling lips.

Xander felt like a heel; he�d never really understood how much she loved him. He�d never considered himself worthy of that kind of love, and here he�d trampled all over it and probably destroyed any chance of recovering it. And maybe, he thought, that was for the best. Maybe she�d be better off with someone who had a shelf life longer than that of cottage cheese.

�Anya�I wish I could say we�ll grow old and wrinkly together, but I can�t. There�s no guarantees in life�you know that�and now that I�m the Slayer, the chances of me growing old at all are pretty slim. But I still love you, hard as it may be to believe right now.�

�You hurt me,� she said softly.

�I know I did,� said Xander. �Believe me, I never wanted to.�

�I can�t just pretend it never happened.�

Xander chewed his bottom lip, but said nothing.

�Maybe we both need some time apart to think about things,� she said.

�Maybe that would be best,� Xander agreed, although he felt a sharp sliver pierce his heart as the tiny ray of hope he had was snuffed out.

�So then, that�s it?� asked Xander. �I feel like we should hug, or at least shake hands or something.�

�Give her a hug!� called out one of the onlookers.

�Do you mind?� said Anya. �This is a private conversation.�

�Could have fooled me,� said a large woman in a small sundress.

Anya sighed heavily and gave Xander a quick, stiff hug. Their audience cheered.

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Buffy was pretty sure Xander had far more muscles than she did�and right now every single one of them ached. She smiled at her reflection in the steamed-up mirror. She felt better. Exhausted, but relaxed.

Giles had started off her training with the basics, and even though she�d rolled her eyes at him, she was secretly glad he had. Xander�s body didn�t move the way hers did. It didn�t bend the same or respond as quickly. Some of the moves that she used to be able to do without thinking now required a concerted effort, and some things she found she no longer had enough coordination to pull off at all.

She once again discovered a new respect for her watcher. Giles demonstrated each move, then practiced alongside her, and yet he hardly broke a sweat. When she asked him why that was, he laughed a little and said he was used to training with a slayer. Buffy had nearly given up halfway through their workout, and she was sure the only thing that got her through the last fifteen minutes was picturing Xander at the receiving end of each blow.

Buffy emerged from Giles� bathroom in a billow of steam, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy, moth-eaten t-shirt she�d taken from Xander�s place. She was still angry with Xander, but at least now she was too exhausted to be furious.

Giles was sitting at his dinner table going through a book that looked too heavy to lift without the aid of a crane. He looked up when she came around the corner.

�Buffy�feeling a bit better?� he asked.

�I feel human again, at least. How do you do it? You look all squeaky clean and lemony fresh.�

�I must confess, I cheated,� said Giles. �I used the shower upstairs.�

�You have a shower up there?� she asked. �How come I�ve never seen it?�

�Because this ridiculous building was designed by Escher�you have to go through the walk-in closet to reach it.�

�Oh,� said Buffy, and she eased herself gently into the chair opposite him. She grunted dramatically as she leaned back against the seat.

�Still sore?� he asked, redundantly.

�My big toe on my left foot�� she said, and winced as she lifted her leg to show him, ��is the only part of me that doesn�t hurt.�

Giles looked at her, his face screwed up in deliberation. Buffy watched the process in fascination. The little vein at his temple throbbed in time with the clenching of his jaw.

�I�I could give you a massage�if-if you�d like,� he said finally, his voice petering out at the end.

�Would you? God, that�d be great!� Buffy immediately jumped up and scurried into the living room, showing none of the stiffness she�d displayed earlier.

Giles smiled to himself�Buffy would always be Buffy, no matter what she looked like on the outside.

By the time he reached the living room, she was already lying on her stomach in front of the fireplace. Her arms pillowed her head and she looked up at Giles, batting her long, dark eyelashes at him.

Funny how he�d never really noticed how long Xander�s lashes were, he thought. Giles shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge thoughts about Xander�s lashes�and the deep, chocolate-brown eyes that peeked through them.

�I don�t think your arms are long enough to reach me from there,� said Buffy.

�Right,� he replied. �Sorry.�

Giles knelt next to her on the floor, but before he could lay a finger on her, Buffy suddenly sat up.

�Let�s do this right,� she said, and promptly pulled the ratty old t-shirt over her head, tossing it onto the couch.

The look of astonishment on Giles� face made her giggle�made the anger and frustration of the day disappear.

Giles tried not to look at her bare chest, even though, logically, he knew it was Xander�s chest, and not Buffy�s. It was still Buffy inside, though. His eyes slipped and he found himself staring mutely at the place where Buffy�s breasts would have been. He felt the heat rising up from under the collar of his t-shirt, but he couldn�t make himself look away. He was aware that his mouth was moving; yet he was at a total loss for words.

�Get over it, Giles,� she said, teasingly. �I�m a man now, remember? I�m allowed to take my shirt off�Hey! I can even go topless in public! How cool is that?� Giles didn�t answer�he was still too shocked that his slayer had stripped right in front of him.

�Earth to Giles�okaaay�well, I�m gonna lie down now. You just take your time pondering the new nakedness of me.�

Buffy lay down again, her face turned towards the fireplace to hide her evil grin. It was a while before she felt Giles� hands prod timidly at her lower back. After a few minutes of ineffectual tickle-light massage, Buffy craned her neck to look at him.

�I won�t break,� she bullied, playfully. �And you�re gonna throw your own back out if you keep working at that angle. If you�re gonna massage me, do it right.�

Something sparked in Giles at the sound of challenge in her voice.

�If you�re sure that�s what you want,� said Giles. He got up and left, leaving Buffy lying there, kicking herself for scaring him away.

He returned a minute later, though, carrying what looked like a bar of soap. He knelt over her, straddling her hips, and Buffy could smell vanilla. She peeked over her shoulder to see him rubbing the bar in his hands.

�It�s a massage bar,� he answered before she could ask. �Vanilla is good for relaxation and the relief of headaches.�

Buffy was about to expound on the many virtues of vanilla, but her train of thought completely derailed when his oiled hands dug into her muscles. She grunted and gasped and moaned as he methodically worked the tension out of her back and neck. It hurt at first, but then she felt her knotted muscles loosening under his hands and she began to enjoy it.

To really enjoy it. A lot. And Little Xander agreed with her. A lot.

�Stupid thing.

After a while Giles ran out of back and neck to massage. If he was going to continue the massage with her on her stomach, then he had nowhere to go but south, and he wasn�t sure he was ready to deal with thighs just yet. The alternative was to have her flip over so he could �massage�her chest.

Now there were images of Buffy�s chest and thighs running rampant in his mind and there was no controlling his body�s reaction to those images�especially when she was lying half-naked underneath him.

And that thought was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

Buffy�s �problem� had gone beyond uncomfortable�she was well into painful as her enormous erection pressed agonizingly against the floor. She felt Giles� weight lifting and assumed he was finished.

Just in time, she thought, and quickly flipped herself over to relieve the pressure on Little Xander.

Giles was caught off guard. He�d just been shifting himself so she wouldn�t feel how aroused he�d become, when she suddenly turned over. He was temporarily thrown off-balance, and he landed heavily on top of her. His nose bumped hers, and two pairs of eyes, green mirroring brown, blinked at each other, mere inches apart.

It was immediately obvious to both of them that their attraction was mutual. There was a moment when Giles thought he might literally die of embarrassment. His heart banged wildly against his ribs and his brain might as well have shut down for all the good it was doing him. He had no doubt that Buffy would look at him with disgust, like she had when she�d seen him with Olivia. To her he was old and gross, and certainly incapable of natural male responses.

Buffy saw the raw emotions churning behind Giles� green eyes. She saw the exact moment of mortification and knew he was about to pull back and run for cover.

She couldn�t allow it.

She�d finally received proof that he felt the same way she did, and nothing he could say or do now could take that back. But if she let him slip away now, she knew she�d lose him for good. So, seizing the moment, Buffy swiftly brought her lips up to his and kissed him.

It was, by far, the last thing he expected.

Giles pulled away and saw the hurt look in her big, brown eyes. She wanted this. She wanted him�and God knew he wanted her.

Years� worth of yearning and repressed love overcame him and Giles brought his mouth back down to hers, urgently begging for her to accept him.

It was Buffy who pulled away this time, and Giles who looked at her with wounded eyes.

�I�m sorry, Buffy,� he said quickly. �I thought you wanted��

�I do, Giles,� Buffy interjected. �I totally do. But�aren�t you even a little wigged by the whole �me being in Xander� thing?�

Giles rolled off her and propped himself up on an elbow, facing her. �No matter what you look like, you�re still Buffy to me. Granted, the circumstances are a little unusual, but that changes nothing. I�m hardly about to wait ten or twenty years to express my feelings for you�not when you�ve made it clear you feel the same way.�

�But the same sex thing�?�

�Well�it�s been a long time since I�ve been with a man, but I imagine it�s like riding a bicycle�one never forgets how.�

�Hang on! Are you saying you�re gay?� she asked a little more loudly than she�d intended. Giles flinched a bit.

�No. I�m not gay,� he said. �But when I was in college, I�experimented.�

Buffy thought for a moment, during which time Giles held his breath in anticipation of her reaction.

�So�good. At least one of us will know what we�re doing,� she said, and pulled Giles back down on top of her.

Relief coursed through him and his face crinkled in a smile as Buffy attacked him with a barrage of kisses. Soon she was tugging at his shirt, and he let her pull it over his head and toss it across the room.

Her wide mouth curled up in a little smile as her large hands explored the broad, hairy chest before her. It was surreal�seeing Xander�s hands in place of her own. Kind of exciting, too. Little Xander gave a leap in agreement and some instinctual body memory caused her to buck her hips, rocking her groin against Giles�.

�Oh Lord!� he breathed.

Buffy impatiently fumbled with his fly, but she was too nervous to keep her bulky fingers steady. Giles stilled her trembling hands and finished the task for her, standing so he could shed his pants and socks more easily.

Somehow Buffy hadn�t expected him to be going commando, but he was. And with his jeans hastily cast aside, Giles stood before her completely naked and impressively erect. He eyed her warily, knowing she must be comparing him with Riley, and fearing she�d find him wanting.

Buffy got to her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mouth found his and quelled any further doubts about his worthiness. As her tongue gently swept over his lips, Giles� hands traced the muscles of her back, up and down�going further down with each pass. Soon his hands found their way under the combined waistbands of Buffy�s sweatpants and boxer shorts. He cupped a buttock in each hand, gently stroking the soft skin with his thumbs.

Buffy moaned and pulled back, ending the kiss. She had far more success removing her own clothes, thanks to the lack of zippers. She kicked the discarded pile of clothing away and allowed Giles to pull her in closer. Their erections rubbed together, making them both groan.

Buffy looked into his storm-green eyes, unsure what to do next. Usually, this bit was a no-brainer, but without the necessary equipment, she didn�t know where to begin.

She looked down to where Little Xander and his new friend were getting better acquainted. There was one thing she knew how to do that didn�t require feminine fixtures, but she was loath to separate the little fellas when they were clearly getting along so well. She waited for one more kiss, and then she slid down onto her knees in front of Giles.

Giles was about to tell her she shouldn�t feel as if she had to, but changed his mind the second her tongue brushed across the slit of his penis. Buffy looked up at him as a tiny hiss of pleasure escaped his lips. She smiled seductively at him, and for a moment Giles forgot it was Buffy�all he could see was Xander�s face�his chocolate-brown eyes, his dark, scruffy hair, and his kiss-swollen lips, which now encompassed his erection. Giles fought against the panic�he�d have to get used to seeing Buffy like this�had to build on this strange new attraction�if they were going to make this work. He allowed himself to enjoy the sight of her male body and the feel of a man�s touch.

It didn�t take long to lose himself in the sheer physical pleasure she was giving him. He barely had time to warn her when he was about to cum.

Giles collapsed onto the couch to catch his breath. Buffy crawled up next to him and lay her head on his chest, comforted by the rhythmic pounding of his heart. She was still erect, but she was starting to think that was just the usual state of her newly adopted penis.

After a few minutes of recuperation, Giles shifted on the couch, making Buffy grumble in complaint.

�Don�t get too comfortable,� he said. �You haven�t had your turn yet.�

Buffy�s eyes went wide as Giles gently pushed her so she was lying back on the couch. The warm wetness of his mouth around her erection was bliss beyond description. She had to clutch the fabric of the couch to stop from bucking hard into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head of her penis, and then took in as much of it as he could, repeating the move over and over again.

Buffy felt a pressure building in her aching testicles.

�Oh dear God! Oh dear God, Giles! I think I�m gonna die!� she shouted.

Giles chuckled, sending humming vibrations through her cock, which triggered her very first, and very vocal, orgasm as a man. She stared dazedly at the ceiling, her chest heaving in the aftermath, as Giles squeezed up next to her on the couch. They lay together, their bodies tangled in a confusion of limbs.

Buffy�s last thought before dropping off to sleep was that she finally got it�Little Xander wasn�t so stupid after all.
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