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summer_of_giles2011-06-19 02:55 pm
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What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 6 (NC17)
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord #06 : Passion
Part:→ 6/10
Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1088
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Drugged sexual practices – could be perceived as non-con
This wasn't his body – that was the first explanation that came to mind for his responses. His own body wouldn't betray him like this – his own body wouldn't be arching into Giles touch, thighs squeezing against Giles' sides while his free ankle hooked over Giles' leg to keep him right there. His own body wouldn't be acting without his permission, with weak arms no longer pushing Giles away but pulling him closer, hands sliding down his back and tugging at his shirt in an attempt to reach skin.
It had to be the drugs that had his balls aching, his cock drooling and begging for more friction as his hips writhed in an attempt to get what he needed. He pushed against Giles' weight, groaning into his mouth at the same time as he pushed his tongue against the skillful tongue driving him insane.
He felt Giles shift over him, the towel being tugged out of place and then blissfully warm hands were holding him, tugging at his cock, fingers sliding through the liquid oozing out of the tip and sending his desires ricocheting into the stratosphere. He wanted – no needed Giles to move his hand faster, to squeeze just so, to reach down and cup his balls, to HELP him get there.
Whether it was drugs or the strange body, it didn't matter now. What mattered now was Giles continuing to make him feel good, to keep kissing him hard and possessively, to keep towering over him as he shifted to his knees and jacked Xander off with firm, strong strokes.
“No!” He heard himself protesting as Giles moved down the bed, hands reaching and failing to grab hold of the other man as he settled himself on his front between Xander's thighs and oh my God, engulfed Xander's straining cock in his mouth until the soft head butted at the back of his throat.
And now it truly didn't matter – the fog in his brain didn't care about why, where or who – it had been superseded by his body that knew what it wanted. It wanted to shove and thrust himself into that hot, wet mouth taking him in deep; his hands wanted to rest on Giles' head and hold him in place so he could fuck up with his hips to make Giles take it, take HIM as deeply as possible until the sparks sliding down his spine and crackling through his balls took over from everything and he came so hard he would swear he saw stars.
He lay there panting, chest heaving with a combination of satisfied desire and fear and he didn't know what else, and wondered what the hell was going on with him that his brain was telling him that was the best blow job he had ever had?
Licking his lips and savouring the taste, finally, of Xander in his mouth and Giles was more than ready to take things to the next level. It had taken weeks of planning, of hard thinking, of sacrifice to be here but it was all worth it because Xander was here, now. Beneath him. The taste of Xander was in his mouth and he could look down and see his young man in all of his glory. The broad shoulders, slim waist, heavy cock lying limp on his thigh, a man in the prime of his youth – so young, so handsome, so everything that Giles had ever wanted. Nothing would take this away from him. This was worth everything.
But now the need boiling in his gut was overtaking him and he gave in to the desires of his body. Shifting back to his knees, he quickly undid his trousers and pulled out his own rock-hard cock. He took Xander's heavy hand and wrapped it around his dick, surrounding it with his own hand as he worked them back and forth, a swift, heavy rhythm to take him where he needed to go as quickly as possible. Looking down into slumberous hazel eyes, allowing himself to rejoice in seeing his Xander where he belonged and he knew it wouldn't take long.
Low, rhythmic grunts escaping him, his hips worked to thrust his cock between their joined hands and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Wrenching himself out of Xander's grasp, he knee-walked up the supine body and kept moving his hand swiftly. Reaching into his trousers with fumbling hands, he squeezed his balls, bellowing out a shout as he shot ribbons of come over Xander's face. Harsh, loud grunts came from him as he watched it splatter over the smooth skin of Xander's cheek, nose and forehead, a few drops landing on his lips. He groaned as Xander unconsciously licked his lips and took in some of the warm come, the grimace crossing his face the first realisation of what he had done.
Slowly straightening from his hunched over position, Giles lifted himself off of Xander's body and stood on shaky legs by the side of the bed. Tucking himself away, he took one more look up and down the body lying in front of him. He caught Xander's eyes and felt a flush mount his cheeks.
“I apologise – that was rather animalistic and not my normal behaviour at all. I can see why demons feel the need to mark their territory. There is something incredibly satisfying about seeing my seed all over you – a mark of ownership if you will. Let me get a towel to wipe you clean and then perhaps it might be a good idea for you to get some rest. I am aware that the aftermath of what I gave you can make you feel quite drowsy.”
Unable to resist, despite his better intentions, Giles leaned over and gently wiped some of his ejaculate into Xander's cheek, looking him directly in the eyes as he did so. The expression within was heartbreaking – confused, unsure – and Giles almost wished he could stop things now. Almost. Turning away, he headed towards the bathroom, glad that his legs were getting steadier. The passion that exploded between them had been more powerful than Giles had been expecting and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like when they went further. But first – first he had to get Xander to understand where his loyalty truly belonged and he knew that was going to be a traumatic experience for them both.
NEVES
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
fc_smorgasbord #06 : PassionPart:→ 6/10
Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1088
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Drugged sexual practices – could be perceived as non-con
This wasn't his body – that was the first explanation that came to mind for his responses. His own body wouldn't betray him like this – his own body wouldn't be arching into Giles touch, thighs squeezing against Giles' sides while his free ankle hooked over Giles' leg to keep him right there. His own body wouldn't be acting without his permission, with weak arms no longer pushing Giles away but pulling him closer, hands sliding down his back and tugging at his shirt in an attempt to reach skin.
It had to be the drugs that had his balls aching, his cock drooling and begging for more friction as his hips writhed in an attempt to get what he needed. He pushed against Giles' weight, groaning into his mouth at the same time as he pushed his tongue against the skillful tongue driving him insane.
He felt Giles shift over him, the towel being tugged out of place and then blissfully warm hands were holding him, tugging at his cock, fingers sliding through the liquid oozing out of the tip and sending his desires ricocheting into the stratosphere. He wanted – no needed Giles to move his hand faster, to squeeze just so, to reach down and cup his balls, to HELP him get there.
Whether it was drugs or the strange body, it didn't matter now. What mattered now was Giles continuing to make him feel good, to keep kissing him hard and possessively, to keep towering over him as he shifted to his knees and jacked Xander off with firm, strong strokes.
“No!” He heard himself protesting as Giles moved down the bed, hands reaching and failing to grab hold of the other man as he settled himself on his front between Xander's thighs and oh my God, engulfed Xander's straining cock in his mouth until the soft head butted at the back of his throat.
And now it truly didn't matter – the fog in his brain didn't care about why, where or who – it had been superseded by his body that knew what it wanted. It wanted to shove and thrust himself into that hot, wet mouth taking him in deep; his hands wanted to rest on Giles' head and hold him in place so he could fuck up with his hips to make Giles take it, take HIM as deeply as possible until the sparks sliding down his spine and crackling through his balls took over from everything and he came so hard he would swear he saw stars.
He lay there panting, chest heaving with a combination of satisfied desire and fear and he didn't know what else, and wondered what the hell was going on with him that his brain was telling him that was the best blow job he had ever had?
Licking his lips and savouring the taste, finally, of Xander in his mouth and Giles was more than ready to take things to the next level. It had taken weeks of planning, of hard thinking, of sacrifice to be here but it was all worth it because Xander was here, now. Beneath him. The taste of Xander was in his mouth and he could look down and see his young man in all of his glory. The broad shoulders, slim waist, heavy cock lying limp on his thigh, a man in the prime of his youth – so young, so handsome, so everything that Giles had ever wanted. Nothing would take this away from him. This was worth everything.
But now the need boiling in his gut was overtaking him and he gave in to the desires of his body. Shifting back to his knees, he quickly undid his trousers and pulled out his own rock-hard cock. He took Xander's heavy hand and wrapped it around his dick, surrounding it with his own hand as he worked them back and forth, a swift, heavy rhythm to take him where he needed to go as quickly as possible. Looking down into slumberous hazel eyes, allowing himself to rejoice in seeing his Xander where he belonged and he knew it wouldn't take long.
Low, rhythmic grunts escaping him, his hips worked to thrust his cock between their joined hands and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Wrenching himself out of Xander's grasp, he knee-walked up the supine body and kept moving his hand swiftly. Reaching into his trousers with fumbling hands, he squeezed his balls, bellowing out a shout as he shot ribbons of come over Xander's face. Harsh, loud grunts came from him as he watched it splatter over the smooth skin of Xander's cheek, nose and forehead, a few drops landing on his lips. He groaned as Xander unconsciously licked his lips and took in some of the warm come, the grimace crossing his face the first realisation of what he had done.
Slowly straightening from his hunched over position, Giles lifted himself off of Xander's body and stood on shaky legs by the side of the bed. Tucking himself away, he took one more look up and down the body lying in front of him. He caught Xander's eyes and felt a flush mount his cheeks.
“I apologise – that was rather animalistic and not my normal behaviour at all. I can see why demons feel the need to mark their territory. There is something incredibly satisfying about seeing my seed all over you – a mark of ownership if you will. Let me get a towel to wipe you clean and then perhaps it might be a good idea for you to get some rest. I am aware that the aftermath of what I gave you can make you feel quite drowsy.”
Unable to resist, despite his better intentions, Giles leaned over and gently wiped some of his ejaculate into Xander's cheek, looking him directly in the eyes as he did so. The expression within was heartbreaking – confused, unsure – and Giles almost wished he could stop things now. Almost. Turning away, he headed towards the bathroom, glad that his legs were getting steadier. The passion that exploded between them had been more powerful than Giles had been expecting and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like when they went further. But first – first he had to get Xander to understand where his loyalty truly belonged and he knew that was going to be a traumatic experience for them both.
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Thanks, as always, for being there for me! *hugz*
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When whatever Xander's been given to get over his inhibitions wears off I see some serious angst.
My favourite thing in this chapter - Giles staring into Xanders unsure eyes slowly rubbing come into his face. Damn that's hot!
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one of the things I was most nervous about so thank you!!!
I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do serious angst - only four chapters to go but I will give it my best shot!
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Thank you for your comments - they really do help.
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