It was the day of the History finals, and due to a teacher's meeting
that *couldn't* be arranged at any other time, Giles was supervising
the test. He was sitting behind the desk, his eyes lazily sweeping the
room. He noticed that Buffy was practically soaking in sweat and
writing an occasional word in panic. Willow was more cool and
composed, but by the way she clenched the pen, her knuckles white,
and writing like there was no tomorrow, Giles could tell that she too
was nervous.
 
Xander, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair, legs crossed
and a half-empty paper in front of him. <Bloody waste,> Giles
thought. <He's a brilliant boy, if he only could concentrate.> A
motion that caught his eye stopped his train of thought. Xander
reached for his trouser pocket and pulled out the tiniest black pocket
knife. He pulled out a blade and slowly started cleaving off a piece of
apple he had on his desk. Giles's mouth fell slightly open and he just
stared at the small movement.

He got the piece off and took it into his mouth, chewing
thoughtfully. Giles followed the rhythmic moving of the strong jaw
like a rabbit follows a snake, not quite even daring to blink.

Xander finished the piece and cut off another one, in a torturous,
sawing movement. Giles watched as the juices oozed on the sharp
blade and on to Xander's fingers, making them gleam in the sunlight.
The knife pressed against Xander's thumb, just on the verge of
drawing blood until Xander withdrew it. He lifted his hand to his
mouth, pushing the apple in and licking his fingers clean.

The movement of Xander sucking his long, elegant fingers into his
sensual mouth one by one made Giles unaccountably aroused, and
he had to shift to make his position comfortable.

The boy' tongue travelled each finger up and down until they were
thoroughly clean. Giles had to flick his own tongue across his
suddenly dry lips to ease his already heavy breathing.

The blade sunk into the red flesh again, this time cutting a large
triangular piece. When Xander bit it, some of the juices trickled
down his chin and he swept it away with his tongue.

Giles wanted to go and open the window, but he couldn't move. At
the moment his whole universe consisted of that boy, his mouth and
fingers.

Xander made another cut and inspected the piece under his droopy
eyelids. How Giles wished that he could be the object of that gaze!
The boy had the kind of eyes that could make a man commit a
murder.

With the next bite, Giles seriously thought that he would commit the
murder if he didn't get to touch him.

Like under hypnosis, he followed the boy's movements as he gave
the fruit a final, merciful stab. When the blade sunk in, Giles gasped
low as if it was he who had been cut.

The bell woke him from his trance and he watched, dazed, as the
students left the papers in front of him. Xander was the last one. He
lowered his paper on the desk an looked up at Giles with his
chocolatey eyes.

"Are you hungry by any chance?"

"Huh? Um, er, not in particular, no... why?" Giles managed to
stammer. Xander gave him a slight half-smile.

" 'Cause I have some lunch with me..." he looked seductively down
"...in the library. Where there is a table and all."

"Um, on the second thought, maybe I could use a bite," Giles said in
a husky voice he hadn't used in years.

"Great." The boy walked slowly to the door and leaned on it, waiting.

     Giles bundled the papers and grinned. <I'll be damned. Maybe he
can concentrate after all.>

The End