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What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 7 (NC17)
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #05 : Loyalty @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord
Part:→ 7/10
Rating: → NC17
Master![post: Master
Word Count: 1889
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Top of each section
If he had his way, he would never move again. His head was fuzzy but unfortunately he remembered everything. He remembered the touch of Giles' hands on his body, his mouth on his cock – the feel of letting everything fall away, releasing his fears and shooting down Giles throat. All of that was bad enough. But he also remembered what it felt like when Giles was kneeling over him, pulling and tugging on his own cock, the long, pale flesh with the flushed red tip, oozing pre-come as Giles jacked himself off using Xander's hand. The worst part? Watching as Giles moved closer, further up his body, still tugging at his cock, gasping for breath, grunting with every jerk of his hips before shouting out loud, his come flying from the head of his dick onto Xander's face.
He'd seen it before – in porno movies that he and Anya had watched. They'd even watched some gay ones and enjoyed them, got excited by them. But he wanted to curl up and die at his reaction to what Giles had done. Instead of being ashamed, angered, he felt something so much worse – he'd felt excited. If he hadn't just come, he probably would have got an erection. What did that say about him? That he was enjoying what Giles was doing to him? Oh, he could blame it on being drugged, the bizarreness of the situation, but deep down he knew. He had liked it. No. He had loved it. And now he hated himself. He had lain still while Giles cleaned him up, a warm cloth running over his face before being moved down his body and wiping over his dick and balls. He had watched through slitted eyes as Giles' ran his hands over him like he was his possession and said nothing. Nothing at all. Even if the option had been there, he wasn't sure whether he would have wanted to return to his own dimension. How could he face Anya again after this? God, how could he face 'his' Giles knowing what he knew – that somewhere, underneath the tweed and the glasses – lurked this?
He reached out lethargically to grab the red bedspread, covering his goose-pimpled body – he didn't want to be aware of himself; didn't want to think of how his body had betrayed him. He most definitely didn't want to think about the small part of his mind that was wondering what it would be like if, or rather WHEN, Giles took the next step and actually took Xander's body.
The sound of the bedroom door opening woke him up and he watched warily as Giles came into the room carrying a large, wooden box. He placed it on the dressing table before heading back towards the bathroom. Without moving, Xander looked the box over, wondering what was inside. He didn't feel fuzzy any more – his mind was clear of whatever drug Giles had given him – and he wasn't going to give up. He could face the new things about himself later. For now, he had to figure out a way to get through whatever Giles had planned for him and get home. Nothing else mattered.
Giles came back into the room wearing a long robe – a heavy silky looking thing, with a long strap that was knotted at his waist then trailed down his obviously naked legs. He moved towards the box, lifted it and brought it over to the bed.
“I know you're awake Xander. Sit up please.” Meeting his eyes, Xander said nothing and did nothing. He wasn't going to do anything unless he was forced to – he wasn't Giles' pet or possession, and wasn't going to act like one. “Now!” The harsh voice made him jump slightly but he deliberately stayed where he was, wondering what Giles was going to do to him. It couldn't be any worse than the mental castigation he was giving himself – he felt like a worm, the lowest of the low for effectively cheating on Anya. Since the whole Willow/Cordelia incident he had made a point of never cheating again – not because he was scared of any vengeance that could be taken, but because he didn't want to be that guy. “Very well. Your disobedience has been noted. You may wish you had obeyed when given the opportunity but we will handle that later. I am going to offer you an opportunity here Xander, one that I will not have the power to do very often but which may reassure you about a number of things.”
“What things?” Despite himself Xander was interested and he damned himself for his curiosity. It always got him into trouble, and no doubt Giles knew that about him.
“Things that will help settle your mind regarding your life here. Things that will perhaps help you understand where your loyalty should lie. It will require focus on both of our behalfs and a certain level of willing intimacy, and I do emphasise the 'willing' aspect of things. In order for this to work, you will need to put aside your animosity towards me so that I can channel your desire.”
“This is sounding like some freaky ass stuff and I don't think I can do willing. What happened earlier was - “
“Was what? Are you going to hide behind 'he made me do it'? Or perhaps the drugs clouded your judgement? I don't need to hear whatever excuses you choose to make for yourself Xander, but I think once you've heard me out you will be more than willing to participate. You see, I'm going to give you the chance to see into your dimension. An opportunity to see your friends again – Anya, Willow, Buffy. And all you will have to do is consent to a minor blending.”
Xander had sat up as Giles explained what he was offering and, ignoring the comments about Xander hiding behind excuses, he couldn't deny that he was very interested in what Giles was offering. If he could see his own dimension, what was to say he couldn't get a message across?? Perhaps let them know that he was alive and in need of rescue??
“What's a minor blending?” He knew his tone was suspicious and he tried to look slightly more conciliatory. “I mean, what would I have to do?”
“Sexual energy is one of the strongest available in terms of spells, Xander, which I am sure will come as no surprise to you. I simply need you to become aroused – by me – and then use the energy you create to power the spell. You will then be able to see into your dimension – as simple as that.”
It sounded almost too easy. But then Xander knew that sometimes the most powerful magics were the ones that built from something simple. An orb of Thesulah seemed such a small fragile thing to hold a soul, but it made all the difference between a vampire fighting for the greater good or trying to destroy the world.
“How aroused would I have to be?”
Giles sighed, settling onto the bed next to Xander's hip, and Xander was suddenly ultra conscious of the robe slipping slightly, revealing the length of one muscled, hairy leg. Unconsciously, his eyes followed the lines of Giles' leg and they tracked upwards until his view was blocked by the robe pooling in Giles' lap and he flushed, the colour in his cheeks deepening as he lifted his gaze and found Giles watching him.
“Not overly so. Don't worry – you won't lose yourself. Now, are you prepared to do this or not?” Without giving himself any more time to think, he nodded jerkily and waited for Giles' next move. One hand moved to the wooden box, flipping the lid back before Giles turned once more to face Xander. Holding his gaze, Giles' hand came towards him, caressing his cheek and he flushed again as he realised the other man was stroking him where he had rubbed his come in earlier. The spot felt hot like it had been branded and he fought to maintain their locked gaze. He would not hide like some virginal maid and he sat up straighter, ignoring the soft red bedspread as it slid down his chest around his lap.
The hand curled around the back of his neck, tugging him closer, all the while their eyes were locked together until Giles face began to blur and he felt soft lips touching his. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss, the smoothness of Giles' lips rubbing against his - back and forth, back and forth. A hypnotic gesture that he unconsciously followed, shifting closer to ease the strain on his back, matching the movements of Giles' mouth until the kiss deepened slowly, so slowly. The hand on the back of his neck was gentle, not pulling him, just touching and stroking. So slow, so gentle, almost sweet and he felt like he was losing his mind as he fell deeper and deeper into the eddies of desire that Giles was stirring within him.
He moaned as Giles pulled back, eyes still closed until he heard him speak softly.
“Look into the box Xander...” A moment of disorientation and then he managed to focus enough to look where he was directed. Wisps of smoke and then the image cleared and he could see into his own world. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head, unable to believe what he was seeing at first. It was his apartment, looking the same as when he left. Or almost the same. The more he looked, the more he could see changes had been made – he didn't recognise some of the furnishings, the décor was slightly different, his things were not in sight. Confused he looked over at Giles who whispered “Time moves differently between dimensions – that's why you were older than my Xander. Look...”
Returning his gaze to the box once more, he watched. A smile crossed his face as Anya came into view. She had dyed her hair brunette again, a look he had always loved on her, and was wearing a filmy nightgown and peignoir as she walked further into the room. Unconsciously, he held out a hand – desperate to reach through and touch her but he froze as someone else walked into the image. The man walked across the room and took Anya into his arms, obviously comfortable as he tugged her into his embrace and gently kissed her.
He recognised the gentleness of the kiss, the hands that slid down Anya's back, stroking, caressing the smoothness of her skin through the thin material of her peignoir; knew the sensation those touches could create, the feeling of those fingers skating over flesh, leaving shivery skin in their wake. All of this he recognised without having to see the man's face but all was confirmed as the man holding his fiancée lifted her into his arms and headed back towards the bedroom and he saw his face. The image broke up almost immediately but he didn't need it any more – the picture was clear in his mind, printed indelibly forever. His Anya. In the arms of another man. In the arms of his Giles.
THGIE
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #05 : Loyalty @
fc_smorgasbordPart:→ 7/10
Rating: → NC17
Master![post: Master
Word Count: 1889
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Top of each section
If he had his way, he would never move again. His head was fuzzy but unfortunately he remembered everything. He remembered the touch of Giles' hands on his body, his mouth on his cock – the feel of letting everything fall away, releasing his fears and shooting down Giles throat. All of that was bad enough. But he also remembered what it felt like when Giles was kneeling over him, pulling and tugging on his own cock, the long, pale flesh with the flushed red tip, oozing pre-come as Giles jacked himself off using Xander's hand. The worst part? Watching as Giles moved closer, further up his body, still tugging at his cock, gasping for breath, grunting with every jerk of his hips before shouting out loud, his come flying from the head of his dick onto Xander's face.
He'd seen it before – in porno movies that he and Anya had watched. They'd even watched some gay ones and enjoyed them, got excited by them. But he wanted to curl up and die at his reaction to what Giles had done. Instead of being ashamed, angered, he felt something so much worse – he'd felt excited. If he hadn't just come, he probably would have got an erection. What did that say about him? That he was enjoying what Giles was doing to him? Oh, he could blame it on being drugged, the bizarreness of the situation, but deep down he knew. He had liked it. No. He had loved it. And now he hated himself. He had lain still while Giles cleaned him up, a warm cloth running over his face before being moved down his body and wiping over his dick and balls. He had watched through slitted eyes as Giles' ran his hands over him like he was his possession and said nothing. Nothing at all. Even if the option had been there, he wasn't sure whether he would have wanted to return to his own dimension. How could he face Anya again after this? God, how could he face 'his' Giles knowing what he knew – that somewhere, underneath the tweed and the glasses – lurked this?
He reached out lethargically to grab the red bedspread, covering his goose-pimpled body – he didn't want to be aware of himself; didn't want to think of how his body had betrayed him. He most definitely didn't want to think about the small part of his mind that was wondering what it would be like if, or rather WHEN, Giles took the next step and actually took Xander's body.
The sound of the bedroom door opening woke him up and he watched warily as Giles came into the room carrying a large, wooden box. He placed it on the dressing table before heading back towards the bathroom. Without moving, Xander looked the box over, wondering what was inside. He didn't feel fuzzy any more – his mind was clear of whatever drug Giles had given him – and he wasn't going to give up. He could face the new things about himself later. For now, he had to figure out a way to get through whatever Giles had planned for him and get home. Nothing else mattered.
Giles came back into the room wearing a long robe – a heavy silky looking thing, with a long strap that was knotted at his waist then trailed down his obviously naked legs. He moved towards the box, lifted it and brought it over to the bed.
“I know you're awake Xander. Sit up please.” Meeting his eyes, Xander said nothing and did nothing. He wasn't going to do anything unless he was forced to – he wasn't Giles' pet or possession, and wasn't going to act like one. “Now!” The harsh voice made him jump slightly but he deliberately stayed where he was, wondering what Giles was going to do to him. It couldn't be any worse than the mental castigation he was giving himself – he felt like a worm, the lowest of the low for effectively cheating on Anya. Since the whole Willow/Cordelia incident he had made a point of never cheating again – not because he was scared of any vengeance that could be taken, but because he didn't want to be that guy. “Very well. Your disobedience has been noted. You may wish you had obeyed when given the opportunity but we will handle that later. I am going to offer you an opportunity here Xander, one that I will not have the power to do very often but which may reassure you about a number of things.”
“What things?” Despite himself Xander was interested and he damned himself for his curiosity. It always got him into trouble, and no doubt Giles knew that about him.
“Things that will help settle your mind regarding your life here. Things that will perhaps help you understand where your loyalty should lie. It will require focus on both of our behalfs and a certain level of willing intimacy, and I do emphasise the 'willing' aspect of things. In order for this to work, you will need to put aside your animosity towards me so that I can channel your desire.”
“This is sounding like some freaky ass stuff and I don't think I can do willing. What happened earlier was - “
“Was what? Are you going to hide behind 'he made me do it'? Or perhaps the drugs clouded your judgement? I don't need to hear whatever excuses you choose to make for yourself Xander, but I think once you've heard me out you will be more than willing to participate. You see, I'm going to give you the chance to see into your dimension. An opportunity to see your friends again – Anya, Willow, Buffy. And all you will have to do is consent to a minor blending.”
Xander had sat up as Giles explained what he was offering and, ignoring the comments about Xander hiding behind excuses, he couldn't deny that he was very interested in what Giles was offering. If he could see his own dimension, what was to say he couldn't get a message across?? Perhaps let them know that he was alive and in need of rescue??
“What's a minor blending?” He knew his tone was suspicious and he tried to look slightly more conciliatory. “I mean, what would I have to do?”
“Sexual energy is one of the strongest available in terms of spells, Xander, which I am sure will come as no surprise to you. I simply need you to become aroused – by me – and then use the energy you create to power the spell. You will then be able to see into your dimension – as simple as that.”
It sounded almost too easy. But then Xander knew that sometimes the most powerful magics were the ones that built from something simple. An orb of Thesulah seemed such a small fragile thing to hold a soul, but it made all the difference between a vampire fighting for the greater good or trying to destroy the world.
“How aroused would I have to be?”
Giles sighed, settling onto the bed next to Xander's hip, and Xander was suddenly ultra conscious of the robe slipping slightly, revealing the length of one muscled, hairy leg. Unconsciously, his eyes followed the lines of Giles' leg and they tracked upwards until his view was blocked by the robe pooling in Giles' lap and he flushed, the colour in his cheeks deepening as he lifted his gaze and found Giles watching him.
“Not overly so. Don't worry – you won't lose yourself. Now, are you prepared to do this or not?” Without giving himself any more time to think, he nodded jerkily and waited for Giles' next move. One hand moved to the wooden box, flipping the lid back before Giles turned once more to face Xander. Holding his gaze, Giles' hand came towards him, caressing his cheek and he flushed again as he realised the other man was stroking him where he had rubbed his come in earlier. The spot felt hot like it had been branded and he fought to maintain their locked gaze. He would not hide like some virginal maid and he sat up straighter, ignoring the soft red bedspread as it slid down his chest around his lap.
The hand curled around the back of his neck, tugging him closer, all the while their eyes were locked together until Giles face began to blur and he felt soft lips touching his. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss, the smoothness of Giles' lips rubbing against his - back and forth, back and forth. A hypnotic gesture that he unconsciously followed, shifting closer to ease the strain on his back, matching the movements of Giles' mouth until the kiss deepened slowly, so slowly. The hand on the back of his neck was gentle, not pulling him, just touching and stroking. So slow, so gentle, almost sweet and he felt like he was losing his mind as he fell deeper and deeper into the eddies of desire that Giles was stirring within him.
He moaned as Giles pulled back, eyes still closed until he heard him speak softly.
“Look into the box Xander...” A moment of disorientation and then he managed to focus enough to look where he was directed. Wisps of smoke and then the image cleared and he could see into his own world. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head, unable to believe what he was seeing at first. It was his apartment, looking the same as when he left. Or almost the same. The more he looked, the more he could see changes had been made – he didn't recognise some of the furnishings, the décor was slightly different, his things were not in sight. Confused he looked over at Giles who whispered “Time moves differently between dimensions – that's why you were older than my Xander. Look...”
Returning his gaze to the box once more, he watched. A smile crossed his face as Anya came into view. She had dyed her hair brunette again, a look he had always loved on her, and was wearing a filmy nightgown and peignoir as she walked further into the room. Unconsciously, he held out a hand – desperate to reach through and touch her but he froze as someone else walked into the image. The man walked across the room and took Anya into his arms, obviously comfortable as he tugged her into his embrace and gently kissed her.
He recognised the gentleness of the kiss, the hands that slid down Anya's back, stroking, caressing the smoothness of her skin through the thin material of her peignoir; knew the sensation those touches could create, the feeling of those fingers skating over flesh, leaving shivery skin in their wake. All of this he recognised without having to see the man's face but all was confirmed as the man holding his fiancée lifted her into his arms and headed back towards the bedroom and he saw his face. The image broke up almost immediately but he didn't need it any more – the picture was clear in his mind, printed indelibly forever. His Anya. In the arms of another man. In the arms of his Giles.
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Uhh and what has EvGi in his mind to punish Xander for disobeying? Whoa! Exciting!!
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Now I guess there's no reason to maintain his loyalty to Anya - as she seems to have moved on from him rather quickly. OR - was that actually his dimension or was it one where Anya and Giles were together anyway and Xander wasn't in the picture. No measuring of the sneakiness an evil Giles could get up to. Good timing by Giles too as he must know Xander was feeling vulnerable after the good old fashion facial he received last night.
Loved that Giles was rubbing him over the top of the marking spot and that Xander felt it and understood what Giles was doing - nummy
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Although, her seeking comfort in the arms of someone else... would make a twisted kind of sense.
Unless its another 'other' dimension, chosen by Ripper simply for what it would show... *Raising an eyebrow, and toying with the posibilities*
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