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FIC: Lover come over / Kick up the dust (Giles/Ethan, M)
Title: Lover come over / kick up the dust
Author:aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Rupert Giles/Ethan Rayne
Characters: Rupert Giles, Ethan Rayne
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon & company. The title comes from the song "Cringe" by Matt Maeson.
Notes: Written for 2019summer_of_giles. This fic takes place after 2x06 "Halloween."
Notes 2: I probably rated this much higher than I should have, there's implied sex but it's largely fade-to-black for actual sex scenes.
Summary: He really should be slamming the door in his face instead of inviting him in.
Word Count: 1510
It's been so long that he could be honest with someone about who he really is. He almost believes the lie of who he presents himself to be. And then Ethan comes crashing into his life again. And it's so very wrong and all kinds of inappropriate. He's not the man he once was. They're on opposite sides and even if it's not an outright war, it's almost akin to one. And then there's just too much blood - bad and real - between them. But when Ethan shows up on his doorstop on November 1st, Rupert stupidly invites him in.
Ethan's strangely quiet as Rupert steps into the tiny kitchen. He can feel Ethan watch him as he takes out two china tea cups with a floral pattern on them. (Rupert can almost hear Ethan say that he's not there for tea.) Next Rupert pulls out a bottle of whiskey and he pours enough in each cup to fill them full. The cups are cheap cups that he picked up from a thrift store when he first arrived in Sunnydale but the whiskey is expensive and an import from Scotland. Ethan arches an eyebrow at him but takes the delicate cup from Rupert.
He looks rakish even with the bruises from Rupert's fists marring his skin. Ethan sights after he's swallowed the first sip of alcohol. For a moment, Rupert can almost pretend that things are different between them.
"I won't apologize," Ethan icily says.
Rupert shrugs his shoulders at the other man. He didn't expect an apology from Ethan, not now, not before and not ever. It's not in Ethan's nature. It's why they didn't work out. Ethan sets his half-full cup down on a bookcase that's filled with both esoteric books about the supernatural and cheap paperbacks from a thrift store. Ethan steps closer to Rupert, almost menacing in his stance. And while Rupert is reminded of a panther, he's not afraid of Ethan Instead of reacting, he drains his cup before setting it down on a flat surface. '
"Liquid courage?" Ethan mockingly asks.
"Something like that," Rupert replies.
When Ethan's mouth crashes down on his own, it's as if they are back in London in a dirty, cheap little flat that reeks of magic, stale sex, and cigarette smoke. Ethan's kiss is hard and brutal. He's taking what he wants from Rupert and Rupert doesn't fight him. Even if Ethan is demanding the same things that Rupert had never been able to give him all those years ago. It's not as if anything has changed.
However it's Rupert that draws the first blood this time. In his desire, he'd bit down on Ethan's lip too hard. Ethan pulls back and gives him a smirk stained with a drop or two of crimson. The bloody kiss is all of the consent that Ethan seems to need as Rupert finds himself pushed against a wall hard enough to make the bookcase rattle. Ethan hums a once familiar tune as his hands slowly pull away the tweed, wool and cotton layers of Rupert's armour until he's standing vulnerable in Ethan once more.
"Last chance to say no," Ethan mumbles against Rupert's lips.
Ethan's kisses and touches have been bruising, demanding and oh so needed, until this point. This time, Ethan is gentle and sweet and Rupert almost wants to say no. He doesn't want to give into Ethan who has pulled away and is awaiting his answer. Ethan is looking at him hungrily. They are very much enemies now and he knows that he can't trust Ethan at all. The denial is on the tip of his tongue and then Ethan grips Rupert's hip in a bruising grip and Rupert just groans. He shuts is eyes and nods his head yes. He needs this one last time. He can hear the triumphant smile that appears on Ethan's lips even as Ethan sinks to his knees and suddenly Rupert doesn't care about what's right or wrong. His hands grip at strands of Ethan's hair. He doesn't care if he's hurting the other man. All he cares about is the pleasure that is consuming. A pleasure he didn't think he'd ever get to taste again.
* * *
Eventually they make it to Rupert's small bedroom. They aren't nineteen anymore but Rupert's voice or body doesn't say no at any time during this encounter with Ethan. In fact Rupert doesn't say much of anything, it as if Ethan has stolen away every word from Rupert. Although even Ethan is unusually quiet. The most that he says is to direct Rupert into a certain position.
It's almost dawn when they are both spent to do anything else. Neither man is close to sleep even if Rupert is wrapped around Ethan, holding his lover tight as if he's almost afraid to let go. Afraid that if he does, Ethan will evaporate into a the fumes of whiskey fuelled dream. Rupert knows that this is just a brief moment as Ethan will leave him to serve chaos once more. And he knows that he should show Ethan the door instead of debating if he should just pretend that it's a different time when they trusted one another and just let himself fall asleep. But he knows this is the last time and he's just so tired of pretending.
"I should go," Ethan murmurs.
"Stay," Rupert replies.
"Do you think it's wise?"
"Was it wise to let you in?"
Ethan chuckles. It's a dark sound that causes a shiver to race up Rupert's spine. He wishes that they were younger again. But it doesn't matter anymore, Rupert knows you can't change the past. There's no magic in the world that will allow for that. Instead he shifts their bodies so that he's above Ethan. (Except for a few times in their past, Ethan has always been the dominant partner, the one to take what he wants from Rupert's willing body.) This time Rupert leans down and presses his bruised lips against Ethan's lips. The kiss is chaste and gentle but also demanding in nature. And when it's over, Rupert presses his forehead against Ethan's. Both men shut their eyes. They both want so much more than what they can ever have.
"You're different," Ethan whispers.
Rupert shakes his head in denial. "No, I'm just tired."
He doesn't want to explain to Ethan that this is who he always was and that what they had together was just teenage rebellion against the man he was supposed to be. He doesn't want to tell Ethan that it was never going to work out between them and that Rupert had known that from the very first second. Instead he breathes in Ethan's spicy scent. Tomorrow, he will burn the sheets, pack up and find a new place to live. Today, for a moment or two more, he's going to place his trust in Ethan one last time.
"Stay."
"I can't," Ethan flatly says.
Rupert can see the pain in Ethan's eyes. And he wants to beg. The please is on the tip of his tongue. And it tastes bittersweet and cloying. Instead he captures Ethan's chin with his right hand and kisses the other man putting into action everything that he can't say. Too many years have gone by and they are clearly on opposite sides. For this mast moment, Rupert trusts Ethan with something precious ad he keeps control as he brings Ethan to the heights of passion gently for the last time.
Afterwards, Rupert pulls on a robe while Ethan slowly dresses. They don't say anything as Rupert follows Ethan to the front door. Ethan pauses, his hand on the door knob and his back to Rupert.
"I'd stay if I could," Ethan whispers.
"No, you wouldn't," Rupert resignedly says.
Ethan's not the type of man who could be tamed into some semblance of domesticity regardless of who is his master is now. Ethan tenses at Rupert's words and Rupert wants to tell him that it's a very nice offer but Ethan's not nice and what they had was never meant to last.
"Don't ruin it with lies," Rupert says instead.
Ethan tenses more and Rupert sights. He suspects that Ethan wants to desperately believe in his pretty little lie.
"Go Ethan," Rupert finally says.
He knows that he should tell him to stay away but Rupert can't. Ethan will come back to Sunnydale if that's where chaos tells him to be no matter what Rupert tells him or wants from him.
"Goodbye."
The words are soft and barely spoken out loud and then Ethan's gone and a part of Rupert's heart goes with him. Never again will he allow himself this type of vulnerability. And he knows that he shouldn't have allowed it this time. He moves to the door and locks it tightly, grateful that it's a Saturday and that he has a weekend before he has to face his Slayer again. Rupert sighs at the reminder of why this was all horribly wrong.
((END))
Author:
aaronlisaFandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Rupert Giles/Ethan Rayne
Characters: Rupert Giles, Ethan Rayne
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon & company. The title comes from the song "Cringe" by Matt Maeson.
Notes: Written for 2019
summer_of_giles. This fic takes place after 2x06 "Halloween." Notes 2: I probably rated this much higher than I should have, there's implied sex but it's largely fade-to-black for actual sex scenes.
Summary: He really should be slamming the door in his face instead of inviting him in.
Word Count: 1510
It's been so long that he could be honest with someone about who he really is. He almost believes the lie of who he presents himself to be. And then Ethan comes crashing into his life again. And it's so very wrong and all kinds of inappropriate. He's not the man he once was. They're on opposite sides and even if it's not an outright war, it's almost akin to one. And then there's just too much blood - bad and real - between them. But when Ethan shows up on his doorstop on November 1st, Rupert stupidly invites him in.
Ethan's strangely quiet as Rupert steps into the tiny kitchen. He can feel Ethan watch him as he takes out two china tea cups with a floral pattern on them. (Rupert can almost hear Ethan say that he's not there for tea.) Next Rupert pulls out a bottle of whiskey and he pours enough in each cup to fill them full. The cups are cheap cups that he picked up from a thrift store when he first arrived in Sunnydale but the whiskey is expensive and an import from Scotland. Ethan arches an eyebrow at him but takes the delicate cup from Rupert.
He looks rakish even with the bruises from Rupert's fists marring his skin. Ethan sights after he's swallowed the first sip of alcohol. For a moment, Rupert can almost pretend that things are different between them.
"I won't apologize," Ethan icily says.
Rupert shrugs his shoulders at the other man. He didn't expect an apology from Ethan, not now, not before and not ever. It's not in Ethan's nature. It's why they didn't work out. Ethan sets his half-full cup down on a bookcase that's filled with both esoteric books about the supernatural and cheap paperbacks from a thrift store. Ethan steps closer to Rupert, almost menacing in his stance. And while Rupert is reminded of a panther, he's not afraid of Ethan Instead of reacting, he drains his cup before setting it down on a flat surface. '
"Liquid courage?" Ethan mockingly asks.
"Something like that," Rupert replies.
When Ethan's mouth crashes down on his own, it's as if they are back in London in a dirty, cheap little flat that reeks of magic, stale sex, and cigarette smoke. Ethan's kiss is hard and brutal. He's taking what he wants from Rupert and Rupert doesn't fight him. Even if Ethan is demanding the same things that Rupert had never been able to give him all those years ago. It's not as if anything has changed.
However it's Rupert that draws the first blood this time. In his desire, he'd bit down on Ethan's lip too hard. Ethan pulls back and gives him a smirk stained with a drop or two of crimson. The bloody kiss is all of the consent that Ethan seems to need as Rupert finds himself pushed against a wall hard enough to make the bookcase rattle. Ethan hums a once familiar tune as his hands slowly pull away the tweed, wool and cotton layers of Rupert's armour until he's standing vulnerable in Ethan once more.
"Last chance to say no," Ethan mumbles against Rupert's lips.
Ethan's kisses and touches have been bruising, demanding and oh so needed, until this point. This time, Ethan is gentle and sweet and Rupert almost wants to say no. He doesn't want to give into Ethan who has pulled away and is awaiting his answer. Ethan is looking at him hungrily. They are very much enemies now and he knows that he can't trust Ethan at all. The denial is on the tip of his tongue and then Ethan grips Rupert's hip in a bruising grip and Rupert just groans. He shuts is eyes and nods his head yes. He needs this one last time. He can hear the triumphant smile that appears on Ethan's lips even as Ethan sinks to his knees and suddenly Rupert doesn't care about what's right or wrong. His hands grip at strands of Ethan's hair. He doesn't care if he's hurting the other man. All he cares about is the pleasure that is consuming. A pleasure he didn't think he'd ever get to taste again.
* * *
Eventually they make it to Rupert's small bedroom. They aren't nineteen anymore but Rupert's voice or body doesn't say no at any time during this encounter with Ethan. In fact Rupert doesn't say much of anything, it as if Ethan has stolen away every word from Rupert. Although even Ethan is unusually quiet. The most that he says is to direct Rupert into a certain position.
It's almost dawn when they are both spent to do anything else. Neither man is close to sleep even if Rupert is wrapped around Ethan, holding his lover tight as if he's almost afraid to let go. Afraid that if he does, Ethan will evaporate into a the fumes of whiskey fuelled dream. Rupert knows that this is just a brief moment as Ethan will leave him to serve chaos once more. And he knows that he should show Ethan the door instead of debating if he should just pretend that it's a different time when they trusted one another and just let himself fall asleep. But he knows this is the last time and he's just so tired of pretending.
"I should go," Ethan murmurs.
"Stay," Rupert replies.
"Do you think it's wise?"
"Was it wise to let you in?"
Ethan chuckles. It's a dark sound that causes a shiver to race up Rupert's spine. He wishes that they were younger again. But it doesn't matter anymore, Rupert knows you can't change the past. There's no magic in the world that will allow for that. Instead he shifts their bodies so that he's above Ethan. (Except for a few times in their past, Ethan has always been the dominant partner, the one to take what he wants from Rupert's willing body.) This time Rupert leans down and presses his bruised lips against Ethan's lips. The kiss is chaste and gentle but also demanding in nature. And when it's over, Rupert presses his forehead against Ethan's. Both men shut their eyes. They both want so much more than what they can ever have.
"You're different," Ethan whispers.
Rupert shakes his head in denial. "No, I'm just tired."
He doesn't want to explain to Ethan that this is who he always was and that what they had together was just teenage rebellion against the man he was supposed to be. He doesn't want to tell Ethan that it was never going to work out between them and that Rupert had known that from the very first second. Instead he breathes in Ethan's spicy scent. Tomorrow, he will burn the sheets, pack up and find a new place to live. Today, for a moment or two more, he's going to place his trust in Ethan one last time.
"Stay."
"I can't," Ethan flatly says.
Rupert can see the pain in Ethan's eyes. And he wants to beg. The please is on the tip of his tongue. And it tastes bittersweet and cloying. Instead he captures Ethan's chin with his right hand and kisses the other man putting into action everything that he can't say. Too many years have gone by and they are clearly on opposite sides. For this mast moment, Rupert trusts Ethan with something precious ad he keeps control as he brings Ethan to the heights of passion gently for the last time.
Afterwards, Rupert pulls on a robe while Ethan slowly dresses. They don't say anything as Rupert follows Ethan to the front door. Ethan pauses, his hand on the door knob and his back to Rupert.
"I'd stay if I could," Ethan whispers.
"No, you wouldn't," Rupert resignedly says.
Ethan's not the type of man who could be tamed into some semblance of domesticity regardless of who is his master is now. Ethan tenses at Rupert's words and Rupert wants to tell him that it's a very nice offer but Ethan's not nice and what they had was never meant to last.
"Don't ruin it with lies," Rupert says instead.
Ethan tenses more and Rupert sights. He suspects that Ethan wants to desperately believe in his pretty little lie.
"Go Ethan," Rupert finally says.
He knows that he should tell him to stay away but Rupert can't. Ethan will come back to Sunnydale if that's where chaos tells him to be no matter what Rupert tells him or wants from him.
"Goodbye."
The words are soft and barely spoken out loud and then Ethan's gone and a part of Rupert's heart goes with him. Never again will he allow himself this type of vulnerability. And he knows that he shouldn't have allowed it this time. He moves to the door and locks it tightly, grateful that it's a Saturday and that he has a weekend before he has to face his Slayer again. Rupert sighs at the reminder of why this was all horribly wrong.
((END))
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A couple of typos:
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I fixed the typos - thanks for pointing them out.
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God, I can never get enough of these two. This is bittersweet, but were they ever anything else? Thank you for sharing!
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Lots of lovely lines, but I especially liked this. "The please is on the tip of his tongue. And it tastes bittersweet and cloying."
This is good stuff. :)
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Thanks for reading, I am glad you liked it.
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Writing was very good in general, you captured the perfect melancholy tone. I did notice a few instances of typos or iffy word choice though. Rupert trusts Ethan with something precious ~ad~ he keeps control... Also the first line threw me, saying that it's been so long that he could be honest about who he is rather than since made it seem like he's been able to be honest about himself this whole time?
But again, great writing overall! Very evocative. My favorite line was the bit about Giles being afraid that Ethan would evaporate into a the fumes of whiskey fuelled dream. Lovely.