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summer_of_giles2011-06-18 09:03 pm
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What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 5
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord #03 : Rules
Part:→ 5/10
Rating: → R
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1001
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Hints of non-con - Giles is getting darker and it's not going to get any better...
There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. They were surrounded by white, as if they were resting in a cloud and Xander turned back to Giles again, unable to believe his eyes.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Once I had you, there was no reason to risk you being taken away. It wasn't completely out of the realms of possibility that your Willow – who is a stronger witch than mine I must tell you - might try to get you back. Whichever dimension you are in, the possessive friendship you share remains the same. So I moved us to another reality.”
“Another reality?! Who the hell are you?? My Giles just doesn't act like this - I mean, if he had all this power - “
“He didn't have this power. Your Giles is unwilling to pay the price. I, however, was not. Having you here, ensuring that you cannot be taken away from me again, was worth the price I paid.” Xander looked into eyes that were more than a little unhinged. He was starting to accept that this wasn't his Giles and that whatever resemblance he thought he'd seen was either his imagination or wishful thinking. This Giles was very similar to the Giles they had met during the whole Band Candy incident but worse. He could well see this Giles summoning demons.
“Should I ask what price you paid?”
“Something I had little use for any longer.” Looking out of the window again, Xander found it hard to control his breathing. He was seriously freaking out – to be surrounded by so much nothingness, trapped here with no hope of escape. His brain rushed from idea to idea but none of them seemed feasible. He could see no way he could get away from here alone, and if his Scoobies thought he was dead....”Are you ready to hear the rules now?”
“What rules?” Holding his hand to his head, Xander blinked heavily. He felt fuzzy, not quite with it, and he could only put his disorientation down to the shocks he had suffered. He staggered back to the bed, landing heavily on one side as he panted for breath. He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “What – what rules?!”
“Very simple rules, Xander. You belong to me. You will do as I say. You will not try to escape. You will be obedient, responsive and mine. In fact, I have done something to assist you in sticking to these rules. Try not to panic Xander. What you are feeling is perfectly normal. An unfortunate side effect to a necessary action.”
“Side effect? Side effect of what?” Vaguely he felt Giles come to stand next to him and was unable to resist as he was pushed onto his back on the bed. He felt Giles lift his legs and manoeuvre him over to the middle of the bed, heard the muffled clanking sound of the chain as it was wrapped through the ironwork of the footer and fixed in place.
“I didn't want it to be like this but I knew you wouldn't accept things easily. Xander was always one to fight against things. It was a trait I admired in him, one that saved Buffy – well, all of us on a number of occasions.” While Giles was talking, Xander watched as he ran his hand down Xander's chest, stroking his skin, fingertips gently caressing. He could feel goosebumps rising in the wake of each touch, his nipples peaking as Giles stroked round them in ever decreasing circles.
“This – this isn't me - “
“It is you. There is no spell I could perform that would make you do something you don't really want to do. You're not a puppet Xander. Perhaps your inhibitions have been lowered slightly – perhaps you are a little more suggestible than normal. But look - “ Unwillingly, Xander looked where Giles gestured, seeing the tenting of the towel that did very little to mask his rising arousal. “ - you are enjoying what I'm doing. You won't have to suffer my touch, Xander. You want it – you just need time to adjust your thinking.”
“No – this - “ Xander tried to struggle but his arms refused to follow his instructions, flopping uselessly onto the bed. “You've drugged me.”
“Only slightly. Just enough to let your natural inclinations come through. Be honest, Xander, haven't you looked at your Giles and wondered what it would be like? Never been doing research with him and half wished he would throw aside his books, bend you over the library table and bugger you senseless? I ask these questions to make you more aware of your inner thoughts. You see, Xander told me these things. He told me how sometimes he would simply watch my hands as I made gestures in the air. He told me how he would wake up in the night, come soaking his sheets after dreaming about what I could do to him – taking him, owning him. So you see, I am merely giving you your heart's desire. And you don't even have to voice what you are wanting as I already know.”
With dawning horror, Xander realised there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop Giles. In fact, his body was responding to the words, his cock rising to full erection, his skin prickling with excitement. He couldn't deny all of the words that Giles was saying – yes, he had looked at the Watcher a few times and wondered; yes, he had had a few wet dreams starring Giles and the library, but that didn't make this any better. This was still wrong – still against his wishes. He struggled weakly, pushing at Giles' shoulders as the man climbed onto the bed and leaned over him.
He felt his legs shifting, making room for Giles to slide between them just before the other man's head lowered and his mouth was taken in a possessive kiss....
XIS
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
fc_smorgasbord #03 : RulesPart:→ 5/10
Rating: → R
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 1001
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Hints of non-con - Giles is getting darker and it's not going to get any better...
There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. They were surrounded by white, as if they were resting in a cloud and Xander turned back to Giles again, unable to believe his eyes.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Once I had you, there was no reason to risk you being taken away. It wasn't completely out of the realms of possibility that your Willow – who is a stronger witch than mine I must tell you - might try to get you back. Whichever dimension you are in, the possessive friendship you share remains the same. So I moved us to another reality.”
“Another reality?! Who the hell are you?? My Giles just doesn't act like this - I mean, if he had all this power - “
“He didn't have this power. Your Giles is unwilling to pay the price. I, however, was not. Having you here, ensuring that you cannot be taken away from me again, was worth the price I paid.” Xander looked into eyes that were more than a little unhinged. He was starting to accept that this wasn't his Giles and that whatever resemblance he thought he'd seen was either his imagination or wishful thinking. This Giles was very similar to the Giles they had met during the whole Band Candy incident but worse. He could well see this Giles summoning demons.
“Should I ask what price you paid?”
“Something I had little use for any longer.” Looking out of the window again, Xander found it hard to control his breathing. He was seriously freaking out – to be surrounded by so much nothingness, trapped here with no hope of escape. His brain rushed from idea to idea but none of them seemed feasible. He could see no way he could get away from here alone, and if his Scoobies thought he was dead....”Are you ready to hear the rules now?”
“What rules?” Holding his hand to his head, Xander blinked heavily. He felt fuzzy, not quite with it, and he could only put his disorientation down to the shocks he had suffered. He staggered back to the bed, landing heavily on one side as he panted for breath. He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “What – what rules?!”
“Very simple rules, Xander. You belong to me. You will do as I say. You will not try to escape. You will be obedient, responsive and mine. In fact, I have done something to assist you in sticking to these rules. Try not to panic Xander. What you are feeling is perfectly normal. An unfortunate side effect to a necessary action.”
“Side effect? Side effect of what?” Vaguely he felt Giles come to stand next to him and was unable to resist as he was pushed onto his back on the bed. He felt Giles lift his legs and manoeuvre him over to the middle of the bed, heard the muffled clanking sound of the chain as it was wrapped through the ironwork of the footer and fixed in place.
“I didn't want it to be like this but I knew you wouldn't accept things easily. Xander was always one to fight against things. It was a trait I admired in him, one that saved Buffy – well, all of us on a number of occasions.” While Giles was talking, Xander watched as he ran his hand down Xander's chest, stroking his skin, fingertips gently caressing. He could feel goosebumps rising in the wake of each touch, his nipples peaking as Giles stroked round them in ever decreasing circles.
“This – this isn't me - “
“It is you. There is no spell I could perform that would make you do something you don't really want to do. You're not a puppet Xander. Perhaps your inhibitions have been lowered slightly – perhaps you are a little more suggestible than normal. But look - “ Unwillingly, Xander looked where Giles gestured, seeing the tenting of the towel that did very little to mask his rising arousal. “ - you are enjoying what I'm doing. You won't have to suffer my touch, Xander. You want it – you just need time to adjust your thinking.”
“No – this - “ Xander tried to struggle but his arms refused to follow his instructions, flopping uselessly onto the bed. “You've drugged me.”
“Only slightly. Just enough to let your natural inclinations come through. Be honest, Xander, haven't you looked at your Giles and wondered what it would be like? Never been doing research with him and half wished he would throw aside his books, bend you over the library table and bugger you senseless? I ask these questions to make you more aware of your inner thoughts. You see, Xander told me these things. He told me how sometimes he would simply watch my hands as I made gestures in the air. He told me how he would wake up in the night, come soaking his sheets after dreaming about what I could do to him – taking him, owning him. So you see, I am merely giving you your heart's desire. And you don't even have to voice what you are wanting as I already know.”
With dawning horror, Xander realised there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop Giles. In fact, his body was responding to the words, his cock rising to full erection, his skin prickling with excitement. He couldn't deny all of the words that Giles was saying – yes, he had looked at the Watcher a few times and wondered; yes, he had had a few wet dreams starring Giles and the library, but that didn't make this any better. This was still wrong – still against his wishes. He struggled weakly, pushing at Giles' shoulders as the man climbed onto the bed and leaned over him.
He felt his legs shifting, making room for Giles to slide between them just before the other man's head lowered and his mouth was taken in a possessive kiss....