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What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 8 (NC17)
Sincere apologies for posting out of date and for taking so long with this - RL has totally kicked my butt. I will do a link to the master!post on each chapter to make it easier to find everything. In the meantime, here is chapter 8 of What Ripper Wants.
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #07 : Duty @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord & #258 : Prisoner @ tamingthemuse
Part:→ 8/10
Beta: Swift once-over by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladymerlin but any mess ups are mine!
Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1652
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
Through lowered eyelids, Giles watched Xander as he absorbed what he had seen. It had been a calculated risk performing the spell – Xander might well have seen something that gave him hope instead of taking it away. That was why it had been so difficult for Giles to perform the spell – leeching out such a fear and causing it to manifest took a lot of power. He had been more than fortunate that Xander's sexual interest in him not only fed the spell but fed Giles as well.
Closing the lid on the box, Giles twisted sideways to remove it from the bed and pushed it gently towards the side of the room. He turned back in time to catch Xander's eyes on his body, a sense of triumph shooting through him at the deep blush that covered the younger man's cheeks. Deliberately, he cleared his throat and shifted slightly closer on the bed.
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“How long did she – did they wait?”
“Too difficult to tell. You have been here less than a month but there, it will have been much more.”
“A month? A MONTH? How the – I thought I'd been a prisoner here a few days!!!”
“Please try to remain calm. You were unconscious for some time. And as I have explained, time passes differently here.” He reached out with one hand and pressed against Xander's chest, just stroking the soft skin and watching the paleness of his fingers as they moved. “We need to discuss your punishment.”
“My what?!”
“Your punishment. I explained the rules to you and you disobeyed me. It is my duty to enforce the rules so you always know where you stand. What kind of Master would I be if I let you off with transgressions such as disobedience simply because you felt like it?”
“You are not my damned master and I won't be pun - “ The length of material from the pocket of his robe made an excellent gag and slapping Xander hands away Giles shoved him back onto the bed as he tied the material around Xander's head. Pressing his body down the length of Xander's he looked into the furious eyes.
“I understand that you are upset but I simply cannot allow you to be disobedient. You have a choice – you can submit to your punishment or I can make you. If I make you, I will be forced to add to what you have already earned.”
The eyes looking back up at him were still furious but Giles could see more than a hint of desire. Whether Xander realised it or not, he wanted to be owned, wanted to be punished – Giles could see it. Now he simply needed to do his duty and bring that out “Will you accept your punishment?!” A furious shaking of Xander's head, and Giles nodded before shifting from his position. Already prepared for such an eventuality, he quickly manhandled Xander over his lap, yanking a strap which was secured to the foot of the bed around his hands and trapping him in place. Xander tried to kick out with his feet but expecting the move, Giles shifted his legs, slamming them down onto the back of Xander's thighs so he was stuck over Giles' lap with his legs pressed down so he was facing down.
“I believe five is acceptable for your first disobedience with a further two for not accepting your punishment. As this is your first time, I will not expect you to count them out or thank me, but be aware that this is something you will need to prepare for in the future.”
The muffled shriek from behind the gag seemed to be the perfect starting point, and raising his hand, Giles brought it down with a loud crack on Xander's arse cheek. The instinctive thrust forward pressed Xander against his legs hard, and Giles inhaled sharply when he felt the clear shape of an erection against his thigh. Not wanting Xander to begin thinking rather than feeling, he wasted no more time and quickly laid a further four slaps alternately on the luscious cheeks facing him. Once he had completed the initial five, he stroked his hands over the taut mounds, enjoying the feeling of heat emanating from them, a clear outline of his fingers visible in at least three places.
Xander had jerked at each slap, even the gag unable to completely muffle his indignant cries. Giles could feel the hardness of Xander's cock pressing against him, leaking slightly as the excitement overtook the resentment and anger.
“Very good, Xander, very good indeed. You have reacted so well to those five, I am half tempted to aim for five more but you need to know you can trust my word so I will stick with the remaining two. Can I trust you if I release your legs?!” He waited, keen to hear the response. Would Xander admit his excitement and the fact that even now, whilst Giles was talking to him, he was writhing gently, grinding his cock against whatever friction he could find. “Well?” A momentarily pause and then a hesitant nod. Looking down at the tangle of dark hair hiding Xander from his view, following the beautifully pure lines of his spine down to the reddened cheeks of his arse, Giles shifted. It would be so easy, so so easy to flip Xander onto the bed, slide between those cheeks and shove his way home. But that wasn't the plan. Not yet anyway.
Shifting his legs, Giles allowed Xander's legs to kick free before settling him once more over his lap. Carefully he manoeuvred things so that Xander's cock came to rest between his thighs, squeezing it gently as he returned to stroking the cooling cheeks.
“Are you ready? These may feel sharper as your skin is becoming tender and well, because they will be harder. You refused even though you knew you deserved it – that was not well done of you and I expect better”. Not giving Xander a chance to respond or to fight, Giles brought his hand down onto the cheek nearest to him. From the muffled wail that came from Xander, he knew he had caught the boy just right, laying the blow over the already red skin. At the same time, Xander thrust his hips, rubbing his cock between Giles' thighs. His breathing was ragged behind the gag, head bowed further forward than necessary, and Giles could tell he was close to the edge.
The rage and upset of the vision, his indignation at having to accept punishment, then discovering that he was enjoying what he had clearly expected to be mere brutality was tying Xander's emotions in knots, and Giles knew he needed to make the most of this. With no further ado, he slammed his hand down on the arse cheek furthest from him, the sound of the slap loud in the room.
He began rubbing his hand over the reddened skin, allowing his fingers to slip and slide between the cheeks of Xander's arse and skate over the wrinkled pucker hidden by the clenching that was caused by Xander's rapid thrusts backwards and forwards. Their balance was slightly precarious with Xander tugged forwards by the bonds around his wrists, and Giles knew the teetering sensation would add to everything attacking Xander's senses at once. It took all of his willpower not to simply throw Xander onto the bed and fuck him senseless but it wasn't quite time. Instead, he allowed the burn of spanked arse cheeks to contrast with the soft silk of the robe touching parts of Xander as he shifted around; he rubbed the light hairs on his thighs against the cock pushing and slipping between them as he circled the small, pink hole that he wanted so badly to get into.
Xander's pace picked up, the muffled grunts getting louder and louder. Reining himself in, Giles allowed Xander to thrust and shift over his lap, obviously searching for much needed friction as his arousal built and built. Leaning back slightly, Giles manoeuvred his hand to just the right place. At the same time, he circled and circled Xander's puckered arsehole. He forced himself to be still, knowing he needed to time this exactly right for the desired effect.
Xander was tugging against his bonds, groaning and moaning as he searched for what he needed, so high on physical sensation that his mind had obviously shut down. With a pleased smile, Giles shoved his finger dry into Xander's arse at the same time as he shifted his thighs slightly, grabbed Xander's cock and began jacking it with strong, rhythmic pulls. It was obviously all too much for Xander who almost threw himself off of Giles' lap with his movements. The cries behind the gag were becoming high pitched, and with a sense of accomplishment, of a plan snapping into place, a cage door slamming shut, Giles leaned forward and instructed clearly close to Xander's ear: “You may come!”
At the same time, he crooked his finger and merely glanced over Xander's prostate with it whilst squeezing the hard rod of flesh in his other hand. Agonised cries, hips jerking out of control, and whether he realised it or not, Xander's did exactly as his new master instructed and came on command. With a smile that would have petrified Xander if he had seen it, Giles chanted the final words of the spell that bound Xander to this dimension and firmly closed the door on any future hopes of escape – the final ingredient, the one thing that could have sent Xander back to his dimension was his free will. But having given himself over to Giles, accepted both punishment and pleasure, he had sealed himself to Giles once and for all.
ENIN
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #07 : Duty @
fc_smorgasbord & #258 : Prisoner @ tamingthemusePart:→ 8/10
Beta: Swift once-over by
theladymerlin but any mess ups are mine!Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1652
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
Through lowered eyelids, Giles watched Xander as he absorbed what he had seen. It had been a calculated risk performing the spell – Xander might well have seen something that gave him hope instead of taking it away. That was why it had been so difficult for Giles to perform the spell – leeching out such a fear and causing it to manifest took a lot of power. He had been more than fortunate that Xander's sexual interest in him not only fed the spell but fed Giles as well.
Closing the lid on the box, Giles twisted sideways to remove it from the bed and pushed it gently towards the side of the room. He turned back in time to catch Xander's eyes on his body, a sense of triumph shooting through him at the deep blush that covered the younger man's cheeks. Deliberately, he cleared his throat and shifted slightly closer on the bed.
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“How long did she – did they wait?”
“Too difficult to tell. You have been here less than a month but there, it will have been much more.”
“A month? A MONTH? How the – I thought I'd been a prisoner here a few days!!!”
“Please try to remain calm. You were unconscious for some time. And as I have explained, time passes differently here.” He reached out with one hand and pressed against Xander's chest, just stroking the soft skin and watching the paleness of his fingers as they moved. “We need to discuss your punishment.”
“My what?!”
“Your punishment. I explained the rules to you and you disobeyed me. It is my duty to enforce the rules so you always know where you stand. What kind of Master would I be if I let you off with transgressions such as disobedience simply because you felt like it?”
“You are not my damned master and I won't be pun - “ The length of material from the pocket of his robe made an excellent gag and slapping Xander hands away Giles shoved him back onto the bed as he tied the material around Xander's head. Pressing his body down the length of Xander's he looked into the furious eyes.
“I understand that you are upset but I simply cannot allow you to be disobedient. You have a choice – you can submit to your punishment or I can make you. If I make you, I will be forced to add to what you have already earned.”
The eyes looking back up at him were still furious but Giles could see more than a hint of desire. Whether Xander realised it or not, he wanted to be owned, wanted to be punished – Giles could see it. Now he simply needed to do his duty and bring that out “Will you accept your punishment?!” A furious shaking of Xander's head, and Giles nodded before shifting from his position. Already prepared for such an eventuality, he quickly manhandled Xander over his lap, yanking a strap which was secured to the foot of the bed around his hands and trapping him in place. Xander tried to kick out with his feet but expecting the move, Giles shifted his legs, slamming them down onto the back of Xander's thighs so he was stuck over Giles' lap with his legs pressed down so he was facing down.
“I believe five is acceptable for your first disobedience with a further two for not accepting your punishment. As this is your first time, I will not expect you to count them out or thank me, but be aware that this is something you will need to prepare for in the future.”
The muffled shriek from behind the gag seemed to be the perfect starting point, and raising his hand, Giles brought it down with a loud crack on Xander's arse cheek. The instinctive thrust forward pressed Xander against his legs hard, and Giles inhaled sharply when he felt the clear shape of an erection against his thigh. Not wanting Xander to begin thinking rather than feeling, he wasted no more time and quickly laid a further four slaps alternately on the luscious cheeks facing him. Once he had completed the initial five, he stroked his hands over the taut mounds, enjoying the feeling of heat emanating from them, a clear outline of his fingers visible in at least three places.
Xander had jerked at each slap, even the gag unable to completely muffle his indignant cries. Giles could feel the hardness of Xander's cock pressing against him, leaking slightly as the excitement overtook the resentment and anger.
“Very good, Xander, very good indeed. You have reacted so well to those five, I am half tempted to aim for five more but you need to know you can trust my word so I will stick with the remaining two. Can I trust you if I release your legs?!” He waited, keen to hear the response. Would Xander admit his excitement and the fact that even now, whilst Giles was talking to him, he was writhing gently, grinding his cock against whatever friction he could find. “Well?” A momentarily pause and then a hesitant nod. Looking down at the tangle of dark hair hiding Xander from his view, following the beautifully pure lines of his spine down to the reddened cheeks of his arse, Giles shifted. It would be so easy, so so easy to flip Xander onto the bed, slide between those cheeks and shove his way home. But that wasn't the plan. Not yet anyway.
Shifting his legs, Giles allowed Xander's legs to kick free before settling him once more over his lap. Carefully he manoeuvred things so that Xander's cock came to rest between his thighs, squeezing it gently as he returned to stroking the cooling cheeks.
“Are you ready? These may feel sharper as your skin is becoming tender and well, because they will be harder. You refused even though you knew you deserved it – that was not well done of you and I expect better”. Not giving Xander a chance to respond or to fight, Giles brought his hand down onto the cheek nearest to him. From the muffled wail that came from Xander, he knew he had caught the boy just right, laying the blow over the already red skin. At the same time, Xander thrust his hips, rubbing his cock between Giles' thighs. His breathing was ragged behind the gag, head bowed further forward than necessary, and Giles could tell he was close to the edge.
The rage and upset of the vision, his indignation at having to accept punishment, then discovering that he was enjoying what he had clearly expected to be mere brutality was tying Xander's emotions in knots, and Giles knew he needed to make the most of this. With no further ado, he slammed his hand down on the arse cheek furthest from him, the sound of the slap loud in the room.
He began rubbing his hand over the reddened skin, allowing his fingers to slip and slide between the cheeks of Xander's arse and skate over the wrinkled pucker hidden by the clenching that was caused by Xander's rapid thrusts backwards and forwards. Their balance was slightly precarious with Xander tugged forwards by the bonds around his wrists, and Giles knew the teetering sensation would add to everything attacking Xander's senses at once. It took all of his willpower not to simply throw Xander onto the bed and fuck him senseless but it wasn't quite time. Instead, he allowed the burn of spanked arse cheeks to contrast with the soft silk of the robe touching parts of Xander as he shifted around; he rubbed the light hairs on his thighs against the cock pushing and slipping between them as he circled the small, pink hole that he wanted so badly to get into.
Xander's pace picked up, the muffled grunts getting louder and louder. Reining himself in, Giles allowed Xander to thrust and shift over his lap, obviously searching for much needed friction as his arousal built and built. Leaning back slightly, Giles manoeuvred his hand to just the right place. At the same time, he circled and circled Xander's puckered arsehole. He forced himself to be still, knowing he needed to time this exactly right for the desired effect.
Xander was tugging against his bonds, groaning and moaning as he searched for what he needed, so high on physical sensation that his mind had obviously shut down. With a pleased smile, Giles shoved his finger dry into Xander's arse at the same time as he shifted his thighs slightly, grabbed Xander's cock and began jacking it with strong, rhythmic pulls. It was obviously all too much for Xander who almost threw himself off of Giles' lap with his movements. The cries behind the gag were becoming high pitched, and with a sense of accomplishment, of a plan snapping into place, a cage door slamming shut, Giles leaned forward and instructed clearly close to Xander's ear: “You may come!”
At the same time, he crooked his finger and merely glanced over Xander's prostate with it whilst squeezing the hard rod of flesh in his other hand. Agonised cries, hips jerking out of control, and whether he realised it or not, Xander's did exactly as his new master instructed and came on command. With a smile that would have petrified Xander if he had seen it, Giles chanted the final words of the spell that bound Xander to this dimension and firmly closed the door on any future hopes of escape – the final ingredient, the one thing that could have sent Xander back to his dimension was his free will. But having given himself over to Giles, accepted both punishment and pleasure, he had sealed himself to Giles once and for all.