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What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 10 (NC17)
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #10 : Possession @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord & Prompt #263: Haven @ tamingthemuse
Part:→ 10/10
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladymerlin but any mess ups are mine – please PM me if you catch any I've missed!!
Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 882
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
A/N: → Sincere apologies for not finishing this in my first run. Thank you for your lovely comments and support for my first time writing forsummer_of_giles and writing a dark Giles, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter of 'What Ripper Wants'.
Leaning back, Giles pulled his finger out of his mouth with an audible pop, tracing the normally wrinkled but now stretched smooth skin of Xander's arsehole as he slowly pulled his cock free. He loved to see the act of possession, loved to watch as he took his Xander. Watching in a mirror was always amazing, but there was nothing quite like looking down and seeing himself taking the golden body – watch the aching hardness of his dick being swallowed up by the almost obscenely stretched hole. Nothing like the sounds Xander made as he was taken – growls and groans, muffled only by the pillow he was shoving his face into. Unbearably aroused, Giles took a firm cheek in each hand, holding them apart as he began to fuck Xander hard. All rhythm was lost as he simply shoved himself into the welcoming heat with as much power as he could muster, brain whiting out as his balls tucked up and he spewed his come into the man writhing beneath him.
It took a few moments for his brain to re-set and he lay gasping for breath. He knew Xander had come when he had – it never failed. He had asked him once what it was that set him off, what made it so that he needed no further stimulation. Xander had been embarrassed and unwilling to answer until Giles had tied him to the bed and put a multi speed vibrator into him and tortured him for over an hour. Babbling didn't begin to describe it and Giles had been hard pressed to hold his boy down as he rode the writhing body, sliding his cock through the sweat-slicked crease at Xander's thigh. With both of them panting for breath and the vibrator finally removed, Xander had admitted that he came from the sheer satisfaction of knowing he had pleased his Master. That honesty, that acceptance of his position had been worthy of a reward and Giles wanted to do something special for his Xander. His. Finally his.
It was beautiful, more so because he had almost gotten used to the white nothingness. The colours were intense, like the difference between video and blu ray – gorgeous. Standing in the sunshine, enjoying his morning cup of coffee, a fresh breeze bringing the 'taste' of greenery, water, - the outside – swirling through his senses until he felt like he was drugged.
He had no idea how long they'd been living there but he knew it was for his benefit. Giles couldn't go out into the daylight any more – sunlight seared his flesh, burned him almost like a vampire. Xander had asked why and Giles had admitted it was part of the price he paid for what he had done. Never to 'see' the light of day again. Necro tinted glass in all of the windows was the closest he came to enjoying daylight now. Xander had asked him if it was worth it and Giles had given him one of those smiles that twisted his lips almost like a pucker, a light in his eyes as he looked back at him, and said yes, without a doubt. It was all worth it.
Xander stood in the sunshine thinking about things, about how strange they were. There were so many things that Giles didn't think that Xander knew.
He knew that the vision Giles had shown him had been a false one.
He knew that until the very moment he accepted Giles as his Master – when he came on Giles' command – there had been a chance he could have got free, returned to his own dimension.
Xander had learned a good few things from his research. Giles wasn't lazy in his security but he wasn't as stringent as he should be. There were books that he perhaps would have hidden from Xander if he had realised the languages he could speak. Obviously, the original Xander hadn't had the time to learn as much as he had.
And he realised that he didn't want to be free. Not now. Not any more He was loved, wanted, owned and he was happy. Strangest thing of all to find out that after all this time what Xander wanted was what Ripper had wanted.
Of course, that didn't stop Xander worrying. What if Ripper decided he wanted a new, younger model? What if he decided that this Xander wasn't a big enough challenge, had given in too quickly – too easily? After all, his magic had worked once – why not do it over and over again. Not one Xander, but several. And Xander couldn't have that.
So he continued to learn. He read up on spells and counter spells, dark and light but predominantly dark. He read up on charms, on deals and consequences, on what other payment Giles might have made.
And he watched and waited.
For any signs that Ripper wasn't happy, was dissatisfied. Or was looking for ways to get even more of what he wanted. Because at the first sign of that, the first signs that everything that Xander was wasn't enough? He was prepared to act. Prepared to make sure Xander got what he wanted.
The good thing was his readings had shown him that he didn't have to sell his soul to get it. The question was – if he had to, would he?
fin
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: → #10 : Possession @
fc_smorgasbord & Prompt #263: Haven @ tamingthemusePart:→ 10/10
Beta:
theladymerlin but any mess ups are mine – please PM me if you catch any I've missed!!Rating: → NC17
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 882
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
A/N: → Sincere apologies for not finishing this in my first run. Thank you for your lovely comments and support for my first time writing for
summer_of_giles and writing a dark Giles, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter of 'What Ripper Wants'. Leaning back, Giles pulled his finger out of his mouth with an audible pop, tracing the normally wrinkled but now stretched smooth skin of Xander's arsehole as he slowly pulled his cock free. He loved to see the act of possession, loved to watch as he took his Xander. Watching in a mirror was always amazing, but there was nothing quite like looking down and seeing himself taking the golden body – watch the aching hardness of his dick being swallowed up by the almost obscenely stretched hole. Nothing like the sounds Xander made as he was taken – growls and groans, muffled only by the pillow he was shoving his face into. Unbearably aroused, Giles took a firm cheek in each hand, holding them apart as he began to fuck Xander hard. All rhythm was lost as he simply shoved himself into the welcoming heat with as much power as he could muster, brain whiting out as his balls tucked up and he spewed his come into the man writhing beneath him.
It took a few moments for his brain to re-set and he lay gasping for breath. He knew Xander had come when he had – it never failed. He had asked him once what it was that set him off, what made it so that he needed no further stimulation. Xander had been embarrassed and unwilling to answer until Giles had tied him to the bed and put a multi speed vibrator into him and tortured him for over an hour. Babbling didn't begin to describe it and Giles had been hard pressed to hold his boy down as he rode the writhing body, sliding his cock through the sweat-slicked crease at Xander's thigh. With both of them panting for breath and the vibrator finally removed, Xander had admitted that he came from the sheer satisfaction of knowing he had pleased his Master. That honesty, that acceptance of his position had been worthy of a reward and Giles wanted to do something special for his Xander. His. Finally his.
It was beautiful, more so because he had almost gotten used to the white nothingness. The colours were intense, like the difference between video and blu ray – gorgeous. Standing in the sunshine, enjoying his morning cup of coffee, a fresh breeze bringing the 'taste' of greenery, water, - the outside – swirling through his senses until he felt like he was drugged.
He had no idea how long they'd been living there but he knew it was for his benefit. Giles couldn't go out into the daylight any more – sunlight seared his flesh, burned him almost like a vampire. Xander had asked why and Giles had admitted it was part of the price he paid for what he had done. Never to 'see' the light of day again. Necro tinted glass in all of the windows was the closest he came to enjoying daylight now. Xander had asked him if it was worth it and Giles had given him one of those smiles that twisted his lips almost like a pucker, a light in his eyes as he looked back at him, and said yes, without a doubt. It was all worth it.
Xander stood in the sunshine thinking about things, about how strange they were. There were so many things that Giles didn't think that Xander knew.
He knew that the vision Giles had shown him had been a false one.
He knew that until the very moment he accepted Giles as his Master – when he came on Giles' command – there had been a chance he could have got free, returned to his own dimension.
Xander had learned a good few things from his research. Giles wasn't lazy in his security but he wasn't as stringent as he should be. There were books that he perhaps would have hidden from Xander if he had realised the languages he could speak. Obviously, the original Xander hadn't had the time to learn as much as he had.
And he realised that he didn't want to be free. Not now. Not any more He was loved, wanted, owned and he was happy. Strangest thing of all to find out that after all this time what Xander wanted was what Ripper had wanted.
Of course, that didn't stop Xander worrying. What if Ripper decided he wanted a new, younger model? What if he decided that this Xander wasn't a big enough challenge, had given in too quickly – too easily? After all, his magic had worked once – why not do it over and over again. Not one Xander, but several. And Xander couldn't have that.
So he continued to learn. He read up on spells and counter spells, dark and light but predominantly dark. He read up on charms, on deals and consequences, on what other payment Giles might have made.
And he watched and waited.
For any signs that Ripper wasn't happy, was dissatisfied. Or was looking for ways to get even more of what he wanted. Because at the first sign of that, the first signs that everything that Xander was wasn't enough? He was prepared to act. Prepared to make sure Xander got what he wanted.
The good thing was his readings had shown him that he didn't have to sell his soul to get it. The question was – if he had to, would he?
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Thank you very much for this great evil hot fic.
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Nummy dark!giles can't get enough of it.
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