Fic: Control of the Situation, Giles/Riley, 1/1

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Hello everyone. Here is my offering of the day. It's an odd pairing - it just kinda came to me - so I hope you like. Enjoy!

Title: Control of the Situation
Pairing: Giles/Riley
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Word Count: 2700
Warnings: Manipulation, Spanking, Dub-Con.
Summary: Spike discovers Riley's secret addiction and tells Giles all about it. Giles decides to take control of the situation.



Control of the Situation

It was a bad idea, Giles knew that. But it was the only solution he was satisfied with given the enormity of the situation. He'd dismissed Spike's idea immediately without much consideration. The vampire was more than ready to run to Buffy with his tasty bit of information, ready to throw the young man into the fire just to get on the Slayer's good side. But Giles would have none of it. Buffy had been through enough. The last thing she needed was the burden of knowing that her perfect boyfriend was seeking out pleasure with those they both hunted.

No, Giles had sent Spike on his way with a bottle of his best brandy and a hundred dollars in his pocket, assuring him that Giles would give him full credit when he told Buffy. He didn't feel bad about lying to him, not really. Spike had lied to them on more than one occasion and would likely do it again, repeatedly and unabashedly.

He paced the length of his flat, trying hard not to let his anger get the best of him. He'd seen Riley that very afternoon, smiling and whispering to Buffy as if nothing untoward had happened the night before. The young man hid the truth beneath long sleeves and turtlenecks, something that should have stood out in the warm Southern Californian afternoon. But no one seemed to notice.

No one but Giles.

At nine o'clock exactly, a tentative knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Giles shouted, his voice tighter than normal.

Riley walked in, looking around nervously, his blue eyes searching for a friendly face.

“Where's Buffy?” he asked, his fingers clenching nervously.

“She's out on patrol,” Giles announced before adding firmly, “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Riley had the presence of mind to squash the look of annoyance before sitting down on the worn couch, wiping his palms on his denim covered thighs on the way down. Once he was settled, Giles walked over to the desk and dragged his comfortable chair over so he was sitting directly in front of the young man.

“So?” Riley started uncomfortably, his smile and light tone obviously forced, “What do we need to talk about?”

Giles smiled. It felt tight and hard on his face and it must have looked terrifying if the expression on Riley's face meant anything.

“We need to talk about your extra curricular activities that might be putting my Slayer in danger.”

The statement hung heavy in the air between them but Riley didn't so much as flinch.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he answered, his voice calm and measured – so obviously well rehearsed.

Giles was ready for him.

“Remove your shirt.”

That got a reaction. Riley flinched visibly before scoffing at him. “I will not. Why would I...”

“You will,” Giles interrupted, leaning forward to glare at the young man. “Now.”

Riley stood quickly, anger coloring his cheeks red as he stormed toward the door. “This is ridiculous. You don't have any right...”

Before he even made it to the door, Giles had the young man whipped around, his forearm pressing against his throat while the other held the flaming cheeks so he had to look the older man in the eyes.

“I have every right when it comes to my Slayer,” he growled, pressing in hard, cutting off Riley's source of air. “You think you can come in here and lie to me, to her, to all of us? You are putting her in danger with your stupid death wish. If you have any desire to continue seeing her and being a part of this team, you will do exactly as I say. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Riley nodded tightly as much as he could. His chin battered Giles' forearm before knocking slightly against the wall with the effort. It gave Giles an unnatural thrill. Slowly, he released the young man and stepped back as Riley heaved in a few gulps of air. Turning back to his chair, Giles casually repeated, “Remove your shirt.”

By the time Giles was seated, Riley had removed his shirt though he hadn't moved from his spot by the door. Impatiently, Giles motioned for him to sit once again. Riley tentatively sat on the couch, his shirt tightly gripped in one fist.

“Hold out your arms.”

Riley did so, his face blank of all emotion.

Giles took in every mark, every bite, every scar. The boy was a myriad of wounds, both old and new. Some were white from healing, others barely scabbed over, fresh and still bruising under the skin. He looking over the rest of the exposed flesh, surprised to see bite marks encircling the small brown nipples and slightly furred navel.

“Lift your chin.”

“I never...”

“I said, lift your chin!” Giles barked, unhappy that Riley did not immediately comply. He was pleasantly surprised to see the smooth, unblemished skin of the young man's neck. He may be addicted to the feel of the pain, of the bite, but he had not yet been claimed. There was hope for him yet.

Silence spread out between them for several heavy moments before Riley began to squirm. He cleared his throat before he started to talk.

“It's not what you think. I was trying...”

“I don't care what your reasoning is, Riley,” Giles interrupted, his tone hard and his face harder. “You decided to see how the other half lived, you wanted to feel pain, you needed to touch the darkness. Whatever it is that you told yourself to get you there in that den, I don't care. What I do know is that you have become a liability. Do you know how I found out?”

Riley slowly shook his head no, doubt clouding his eyes.

“Spike told me.”

Anger flashed over his features and Giles couldn't hold back the angry smirk he felt rising over his face.

“That's right. Spike saw you and came running to me. You're lucky he didn't go straight to Buffy. He could have taken her there – caught you out in the act. Do you have any idea how you could have destroyed her? Any idea how bad your betrayal would have tasted? She has nothing but faith in you and you would have crushed that with your paltry, sick desires?”

Giles was screaming by the end of his tirade, the last of his control shattered by the thought of this stupid boy ruining all they had done, all they had sacrificed. Riley shrunk back into the cushions of the couch, making himself look younger, more vulnerable than Giles had even seen him. Quietly, he whispered, “I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?”

Giles was a little stunned at the question. It seemed obvious to him.

“Stop going there!” he shouted.

“I can't,” Riley whimpered. “Don't you think I've tried? I just...can't.”

Giles thought this over for a moment. Of course it couldn't just be that easy. Riley needed the danger, the pain. He needed to know he was doing something Buffy would never do – something none of the rest of them could do.

He knew what needed to be done.

“Stand up,” he said, his voice commanding but not harsh. When Riley looked at him in confusion, Giles explained, “You need the pain and humiliation? I'll give it to you.”

Riley snorted in disbelief before he found himself once again pinned by the weight of the former Watcher. Giles glared down at him, all Ripper smile and evil gleam.

“Don't think I can take you, boy?” he growled, his lips spitting the words in Riley's shocked face. “Don't think I can't make you hurt? I can make you whimper and cry and beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.”

Riley's gasp of surprise and desire set Giles' nerves on fire. He wanted to set things right but not get out of control. Riley was Buffy's, not his. He could give the boy what he wanted, but couldn't let his own desires run free. Backing off slightly, Giles let him take in a single deep breath before moving back to his chair.

“Stand up,” he repeated.

This time, Riley complied without a single complaint.

“Undo your zip.”

He flinched at the command but did as requested.

“Pull them down – all the way. Pants too.”

Riley cringed slightly as they jeans slid down his legs, his boxers trapped with the folds of his clothes. When they reached just below his knees, Giles told him to stop. Without a word, he patted his lap.

“You've got to be kidding me?” Riley scoffed.

Giles simply glared until the young man shuffled his way over before settling his naked form over the older mans legs. Taking a moment, Giles looked over the lovely form before him. Riley had a very nice body, smooth and tan, muscular from training and fighting. He indulged himself for a moment, running a single hand over the soft flanks, over the strong back before sliding a hand into the sun-bleached hair. Slowly, he tightened his grip, pulling harder and harder on the strands wrapped tight around his fingers.

Riley groaned and bucked into his lap, making Giles smile wickedly. He was so responsive, it was no wonder the vampires loved to have him beneath them. They must have fed on his willingness and desires as much as his blood. But no more. Giles would make him desire his touch . Riley would seek the pain he could dispense. No more blood, no more marks. Just need and release. Just this once.

“Bring your arms behind your back,” Giles whispered, his voice deep and husky, even to his own ears. “That's right.” He positioned the young man's hands how he wanted them, clasped together in the middle of the small of his back. Giles reached over, easily finding one of the newest bite marks, pressing in lightly. Riley flinched, then moaned at the flash of pain. This would do nicely.

Giles brought one hand up before quickly bringing it back down in a sudden arch to bring a stinging blow to the exposed back side. Riley yelped at the pain, his hips thrusting against Giles leg. He gave the boy a moment to register the blow before digging the fingers of his other hand into the tender flesh of his arm, aggravating another angry bite mark. Another gasp, another groan, another helpless thrust.

Releasing the bite, Giles spanked him again, giving him only a moment to recover before finding another bruise to torment. He continued this for some time – a harsh swat followed by a brutal pinch of an angry wound. By the time his arm was getting tired, the boy on his lap was a mindless, squirming pile of need. Deciding that Riley had probably had enough for one day, Giles reached down and cupped the tight sac of Riley's balls before sneaking the other hand around to find the bite marked nipple. Simultaneously, he twisted them both, pulling a heart-rending cry from Riley's mouth as the young man arched roughly, coming hard against the Watcher's thigh.

Giles slowly stroked his back, carding his finger's through the sweaty hair as he waited for Riley to calm himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, Riley sat up, staring up at him.

“Thank you,” he whispered, sincerity coloring his voice. It shocked Giles enough that all he could do was nod in response. They stared at each other before Riley looked down at Giles' lap, staring at the erection still straining at the front of his trousers.

Giles considered it for a moment. It would be so easy to command Riley to take care of him, to relieve the ache he now felt. But it would be wrong. Giles was helping him. He only did what he felt he had to in order take control of the situation, to keep the boy from hurting his Slayer. Taking pleasure in that was wrong. He couldn't.

Blue eyes suddenly met his and Riley licked his lips before whispering, “I could...”

“No,” he interrupted, nearly laughing internally at the fact that he had hardly let Riley complete a sentence all evening. But he didn't move when Riley shuffled forward on his knees or when the boy pulled down his zip and opened his trousers. He didn't protest when the warm fingers worked their way into his pants to lightly stroke at the hardness hidden inside. He even lifted his hips to help get the offending fabric out of the way.

He tried not to moan as warm lips spread around him, taking him in, slowly at first, then faster and deeper. His fingers found their way into the sweat streaked hair again and tried, tried so hard not to thrust up into the throat there, but he couldn't help it, already too far gone.

He tried not to enjoy the gagging sounds or the coughing or the come that spilled out the gasping, choking mouth when he came. Tried and failed.

Spent and sated, Giles looked down at Riley, his eyes red-rimming from gagging and choking, his hair a mess and his cheek and lips red like a whore's. He silently – grudgingly - admitted to himself he found it beautiful.

“Very well,” he finally said, his voice thin and hollow, not at all as forceful and authoritative as he had wished. It seemed to be all he needed to say. Riley stood, quickly righting his jeans after extricating the tangled boxers and finally pulling on his discarded shirt. Giles refused to look at him until his trousers own were done and his breathing returned completely to normal.

Riley fidgeted for a moment.

“Yes?” Giles asked., half curious, half annoyed.

“You won't tell Buffy?” Riley asked.

He laughed then, startled by the ridiculousness of the question. “No. I won't be telling Buffy anything of this nor of the other.”

“What if Spike does?”

“He has no proof.” Giles' smile again leaned to this side of dangerous. “As long as you stay away from the dens so he can not take Buffy there to catch you in the act, I believe we can derail anything he says as the lies of a man hoping to manipulate the affections of another by discrediting the one she loves.”

Riley nodded, agreeing but still not heading to the door.

“What if I need...”

Giles did not need to interrupt him this time. They just let the question hang in the air, waiting for an answer. He thought for a long moment. He should tell Riley to find someone else to fill that need, one that did not need to bite him to fulfill it. Hell, Giles could give him a name or two of those that would be willing to take him in hand.

“You know where to find me,” he found himself saying despite himself.

Riley nodded, a small smile on his face, before quickly turning and fleeing the flat without another word.

Giles exhaled harshly, expelling the groan he'd been holding for so long. Running his fingers through his graying hair, he wondered how things had gotten so far out of his control. At least now he didn't have to worry about Riley messing things up. He only had his other charges to worry about – and his own traitorous desires. Chuckling to himself, he wondered if this type of arrangement would work for his other problem children. Willow was getting a little troublesome with her magic and Xander had been asking to be put in his place since the day Giles had met him. If that boy called him “G-Man” one more time...

He smirked before laughing out loud.

Maybe he could get things under control after all.

~~~The End~~~