FIC : Unforgivable Chaos (1/1) G/W NC:17 Adult Only

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And now, my second offering. Entirely different. Please heed the warning/rating. Thanks for letting me participate. I can FINALLY read the other entries now, as I don't like to do so before I post. Look forward to the wonderful stuff I'm going to find.

Title: Unforgivable Chaos
Author: spikesdeb
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Rating: NC17/Adult
Warnings: A hint of non-consent, but nothing dreadful. More reluctance due to inexperience.
Disclaimers: I don't own Giles, or Willow, or any of their playmates. I sometimes dream that I do, but that doesn't count.
Summary: Post series, but ignoring completely the Season 8 comics. I just do, don't hate me. Giles wakes up not feeling himself. In fact, he feels better than himself – he feels Ripper. When he answers the door to a beautiful redhead, he can’t help but see just what he can get away with.
Notes: Thanks to the lovely seductivembrace for working on my boo-boos, and for getting me involved with this community in the first place. Oh, and for bringing out my inner Gillow kink - clearly. Any errors found are mine alone, due to my non-stop fiddling.



Ripper looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn't him. This staid-looking upright citizen with spectacles and tweed. What had happened? Where was he?


Ethan. It was probably Ethan. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up and not known where – not known who he was. But this felt different. He felt like he knew this skin, had lived in it. Although, why he would want to was another matter.


So, what to do? Seek out Ethan, obviously, rough him up and get him to undo whatever he'd done. Seemed easy enough.


Ripper peeled off the shirt and the tweed trousers, threw away the spectacles that didn't flatter, and suppressed a shudder when he noted the underwear he was blessed with. Now he knew that it was Ethan, because he had a twisted sense of humour and the sight of y-fronts would amuse him.


Or titillate him. You never knew with Ethan.


Standing in front of the mirror now naked, Ripper looked closer at his nude form. It was him but wasn't. He seemed different somehow, less...toned. That was the oddest thing. Last night he’d presumably fallen into a drug-induced stupor and this morning, apparently, he'd lost muscle definition. And gained wrinkles. And grey hairs. Oh, Ethan Rayne could be a cruel man.


The knock on the door made him jump, not least because having no idea where he was, he'd no idea who would be calling on him, and whether the caller would expect clothing. Still, he'd never been one to hide his body. Working out that he was upstairs and then where down was, he made his way to the door and got a kick of perverse pleasure in throwing it open wide, not knowing who was on the other side.


A girl, pretty one at that. Red hair and huge eyes. Things were looking up.


“Oh my god! Giles!” The girl covered her eyes and took a step away – although Ripper was pretty sure she peeped. “Are you lost-weekending again? Is there whisky? Where are your clothes?”


Ripper was delighted when she pushed past him and into the apartment. She appeared to be familiar with him – although calling him by his last name didn't imply much in the way of intimacy. It had been an age since anybody had used Giles to address him – not since school, in fact. And the brief sojourn at the Watcher's Council, obviously. But he'd soon escaped from that.


Kicking the door shut behind the pretty young thing, Ripper scratched lazily at his stomach and followed her into the apartment. It was small and full of books, cluttered in places. All the things, in fact, that his father would have wanted for him, but that he loathed. Ethan knew exactly what to do to get to him. Still, there were ways to amuse himself until Ethan's spell wore off.


He tiptoed up behind the girl and whispered 'boo' softly in her ear, groaning a little when she spun round quickly and inadvertently brushed her hand across his groin. This time she was bright red in the face and highly embarrassed, so they clearly didn't have a physical relationship. Pity.


That could be remedied...


Ripper moved forward, pinning the girl against the counter, his arms spread out so that she was trapped. Her eyes were wide and her heart was pounding. He could feel the heat from her flushed skin as he leaned towards her, his lips now inches from hers – and it was having a very marked effect on his anatomy. In fact, he no longer felt in control of his body, but yearned to be in control of hers.


“Giles!” Willow squeaked and tried to duck from beneath his arms, yelping a little as he moved his hips to keep her trapped. She was in shock. And hot. And flustered. And desperate to sneak a look at whatever had jumped in her hand.


Ripper grinned. Nothing like a bit of resistance to get the blood rushing round the body. Although, the parted lips and dilated pupils of his captive didn't really signal that she would resist too hard. Split-second decision made, he closed the narrow distance between them and kissed her viciously, bending her backwards over the counter.


Willow froze. Giles. A naked Giles. A naked Giles with a wicked glint in his eyes – and lips that were bypassing every one of her moral objections and melting her brain. In a rush, all of her crush-feelings flooded back and with a little whimper of pleasure, Willow shifted her stance so that her hips were solid against Giles' groin and threw her arms around him, fingers digging into his back, his shoulder, tugging at his hair.


Ripper smiled as he kissed her and parted her legs with his, his hard cock resting against the heat of her groin. The girl was rubbing herself against him and clawing at him, and yet her kiss was innocent and spoke of inexperience. The contradiction of the two fascinated him and there was no doubt that he was going to have her. He hoisted her up onto the counter and pulled away from her so that he could assess how best to get her out of her clothes.


God, but she was lovely. Her pale skin was suffused with a beautiful blush and her eyes were huge as she blinked at him, a confusion of passion and hesitancy that only spurred him on more to feel her writhe beneath him. She started to speak, but he stopped her with a finger on her lips, his other hand tugging at her shirt to pull it out of the waistband of her skirt and making short work of the buttons. Her pulse rate increased even more and his already hard cock ached to be inside her. She was wearing thick pantyhose beneath the skirt, but he didn't have time to take them off; instead he used both hands to rip them at the crotch, delighted when she gasped and closed her eyes, tipping her head back and biting on her lip.


Ripper's fingers found their way to her damp slit, rubbing lightly across the white cotton panties beneath the pantyhose, the wet patch that made them cling to her pussy lips spreading quickly as he continued to caress her. She was arching up now, head back, as she pushed her groin towards him. Every now and then she would whisper 'Giles', and he had never heard anything more erotic in all of his life, debauched as it had been.


She was sheer perfection, and his to corrupt. His fingers slipping inside the crotch of her panties provoked a squeak and an attempt to close her legs, but he gently but firmly forced her back onto the counter and slid a finger inside her heated pussy. The girl gasped and latched back onto his lips, sucking greedily at his tongue, her hands gripping at his back.


Ripper was near to boiling point, his cock aching to be inside her. There was one thing missing, though: her name. Call it a remnant of his strait-laced childhood, but he liked to know who he was fucking. Biting and licking at her neck, he kissed up to her ear and whispered huskily, “What shall I call you?”


Willow moaned her name, thinking it a little odd, but figuring Giles was all into role play. After all, this was not what would normally happen on a Saturday morning, not even close. At least – she didn't think so. Heck, she was beginning to think she didn't know Giles at all.


“Well, Willow, Ripper's gonna ride you hard, then ride you again. Gotta say, the virginal white knickers are really doing it for me.” As he spoke he pulled her panties to one side and curled two fingers inside her, stretching her in readiness. Willow whimpered.


“Giles...I've never...please...”


Ripper almost came there and then. Was she really? A virgin? Oh this was just wonderful. He'd be sure to thank Ethan once the spell was broken, and maybe he'd throw in a sacrifice to Janus as well. Chaos deserved its rightful worship every now and then.


“Don't worry, my Titian beauty. I'll be gentle...the first time. Next time, you'll be begging me for more.”


His hands found her hips and he pulled her to the edge of the counter, spreading her legs with his as he guided his cock inside her, inch by slow, sensuous inch. She was delectably tight, gripping him with her pussy and her hands on his back. Her breath hitched as he broke through her maidenhead, but he was quick to distract her with kisses and nips as he built up to a steady pace.


It was getting more and more difficult to control himself as Willow bucked beneath him; she may have been innocent of a man's touch before today but she was clearly a natural and he hoped she wouldn't disappear when Ethan's bewitchment wore off. Then it was too late for thoughts of any cohesion as he lost himself in the surge of pleasure as he came hard, gripping Willow's shoulders and grunting her name and relishing the little moans that fell from her mouth as she climaxed around his cock.


Spent, he fell forward to nestle his head against her small but perfectly formed breasts and muttered words of appreciation that made no sense to him and would surely mean nothing to her. He was panting for breath, clearly out of shape in the body that Ethan had shoved him into. He was breathing so hard that he nearly missed the sobs that were now shaking Willow's body as she tried to extricate herself from his grasp. When he caught them, he smirked, and turned away. First came the sex, then the tears, then more sex – virgins were always the same.


Willow wrapped her shirt around her and wriggled away from Giles, righting her skirt and trying to ignore the dampness that stuck her thighs together. Giles – or Ripper, as he clearly preferred to be called at the moment – strolled lazily across the living room and lit a cigarette. He had a satiated grin on his face and wasn't shy of his nudity. Who was this man? Oh, she'd enjoyed herself, no doubt about it, but the guilt and the shame of what she'd done was rapidly overtaking the pleasure, and she desperately wanted to escape. What would her mom say, and Buffy? And Xander? Oh goodness, Xander...


Clutching her clothing and avoiding Giles' eyes, she raced past him, too quick for him to grab her, and before he knew it she was out of the door. It didn't matter; he'd had a diverting hour and he would obviously bump into her again – sooner rather than later, he hoped. He decided that red was his new favourite colour.


Chuckling, Ripper bounded up the stairs – and half-way up there was a shift in reality that had him stumbling and sinking to his knees. Willow. Dear god, Willow. Would she ever forgive him, or indeed, would he ever forgive himself?


And yet – was there ever such perfection as Willow's pale skin flushed with desire, her mouth open slightly as she moaned his name?


Somewhere, Giles was sure, Ethan Rayne was raising a glass to chaos and laughing his arse off. And he would deal with him in good time.


Gently.


After all, this may just have been the best afternoon of his life.


End.


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