Summary Buffy makes a wish and finds Ripper and Ethan on the other side
Rating NC17 Het, Slash, multiple
Disclaimer No quality fanfiction was harmed in the writing of this story.
Any injured copyrights were unintentional
Notes Thanks to Scarlettgirl for planting the original seed to this in a parking garage in downtown Philly,
to Mydeira for starting it and then letting me take over (large chunks of the first three chapters are hers, so share the love),
and to Wickedfox for the absolutely amazing graphic she made to go with it!
Chapter 3
She kicked Ethan off of her and scrambled off the couch, managing, in spite of the vertigo that overwhelmed her again, to pull her pants up with her left hand while her right arm covered her breasts.
Giles smiled with what seemed to be a mixture of amusement and appreciation. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said unapologetically.
“Thanks a million, mate,” Ethan groused as he tossed his shirt at Giles. “Couldn’t have waited a few minutes, could you?”
He inspected the torn garment, then looked at Buffy. “Your handiwork, I presume?”
“What are you doing here?” she asked heatedly, scanning the room frantically, desperate to know where her shirt had disappeared to.
“My apartment. I think I have a right to go pretty much where I like.”
“The others can’t have finished yet,” Ethan interjected.
Giles shook his head, never taking his eyes off Buffy. “I just figured that if I waited long enough, what was happening out here would get far more interesting than anything going on in the back. Good to know I was right.”
Buffy wanted to be upset, angry. Outrage was the logical response. However, now that the initial shock had worn off, she didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, she was finding the whole thing very arousing. And the way he was looking at her . . .
“How does she taste?” Giles asked as he still leaned easily in the doorway.
“You didn’t let me get far enough, Ripper,” Ethan replied, petulant.
“It’s not like I dragged you off of her.”
“No, but you might as well have.” Ethan winced as he twisted. Buffy could make out a reddish mark from her foot on his left side.
Giles looked at both of them for a moment, then settled back on Ethan. “Go check on the others for me, would you, Ethan? You know how Randall gets if you don’t watch him.”
Ethan stood, but hesitated. “Not certain that I want to leave the two of you alone.”
The smile Giles flashed his friend was anything but pleasant. “Annie’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”
Buffy wanted to tell Ethan to stay, but she had a feeling it would be a sign of weakness in Giles’ eyes. That wasn’t something she wanted to risk. This was a battle for dominance.
The only trouble was she already wanted to submit
Ethan rose and headed for the hallway. As he passed Giles, he said, “Do go easy on her. You really don’t want to traumatize her this early in the game.”
And then he was gone, leaving Buffy alone and half-dressed with an unpredictable stranger. Instinct made her draw back, her right arm wrapping tighter across her chest.
“You’re not frightened of me, are you, Annie?” There was a predatory gleam in Giles’ eyes as he pushed off from the wall and leisurely crossed the room toward her.
This was way worse than the time with the band candy. At least then, she knew her Giles was still there, somewhere. Here, the Giles she knew didn’t exist yet.
He stopped, just out of arm’s reach. “I asked you a question.”
Straightening, she said with more confidence than she felt, “I’m not sure if you noticed, Ripper, but I’m not one of your groupies. I’m not going to bow down to curry your favor.” She blocked his slap with her left hand, still managing to keep herself covered with her right. The situation was so absurd, she laughed. “So this is how you get obedience? You beat them into submission? I really expected more from you.”
“Did you now?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet.
Before she could react, the hand she had blocked latched onto her left wrist and twisted it behind her back. His free hand tore her arm away from her breasts and wrenching it behind her as well. It left her incapacitated and trapped tightly against his chest, giving her no room to maneuver to fight back. Bastard.
“Didn’t your Watcher teach you anything, girl? You should really make certain your opponent can’t fight back before you start taunting him,” he sneered, pulling her tighter against him, his erection hard and undeniable between them.
“Oh god,” Buffy breathed, realizing too late how needy she sounded. Disgust. She should be feeling disgust. This was Giles! Albeit a twisted, younger, really gorgeous Giles, but still Giles! But somehow that logic didn’t make it from her brain to the rest of her body.
His teeth flashed as he looked down at her, and when he spoke, his voice was smooth, seductive. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Annie?”
She had a pretty good idea, but she shook her head.
Giles dipped his head down and whispered against her ear, “I am going to fuck you, Annie, and I won’t be gentle. I don’t do gentle. I fuck hard. I fuck rough. Understood?”
Buffy nodded. Her only thought was: Now.
“And you will scream for me,” he added. His mouth crushed hers without another moment’s delay, forcing her to open and submit, only allowing her to respond as he wanted her to. It was a far cry from Ethan’s casual wooing.
She wasn’t aware that they were moving until her back hit the wall.
Giles broke the kiss long enough to warn her, his tone slightly more polished, “You do not move until I say you can move. If you disobey me, I’ll make you regret it.”
Then he was kissing her again, hands releasing hers to slip beneath the waistband of her jeans, shoving them down as far as he could reach. While he told her not to move, Buffy took a chance and wiggled out of them the rest of the way, kicking them to the side. Her underwear remained in place.
He yanked her head back. “Did I say you could do that?” he growled.
“I really don’t like being told what to do,” she challenged him. She felt her blood pick up, adrenalin kicking in as instinct rebelled against the desire to submit. Her body wanted to give in, do whatever this man commanded, whatever it took to find release. And her mind, muddled though it was at the moment, was screaming at her to fight him off, show him who really had the power here.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, authority and me, we’re really not mi—Jesus!” she cried out as his hand delved between her legs, two fingers grinding against her clit.
Giles continued stroking her as he spoke. “The strength of generations of warriors flow through your veins, making you stronger than almost any demon and man you come across. Yet something so simple as this can bring you to your knees.”
“Still standing,” she managed, struggling not to let the sensations overwhelm her.
He nipped at her ear. “Because I don’t want you on your knees. Yet.”
She couldn’t help but whimper when he withdrew his hand and stepped back.
“Take those off,” he insisted, nodding to her panties. She didn’t move. “Unless you want to lose them altogether.”
For all she knew, the only clothes she owned here were the ones that had been on her back. And except for the rare occasion, she had never cared much to be commando Buffy. She slid them off without protest and stood, naked, waiting.
He didn’t speak, and instead started undressing. Leaning back against the wall, her breath coming shorter and shorter, Buffy watched in fascination as he removed his white t-shirt, arms crossing, muscles flexing, then lifting, exposing his chest, bare now except for a fine smattering of dark hair. The shirt landed forgotten behind him as dexterous fingers went to his jeans, undoing the fly, then pushing them off. He wore nothing underneath. Unconstrained, his cock rose flush and thick, pulsing, she imagined, in time with his heartbeat. The few odd occasions she had considered it, she had never pictured Giles to be this well-endowed. He wouldn’t set any records, but there was nothing to be ashamed of, either.
The reality of what they were doing penetrated her brain, making part of her scream out against it. But the drugs they had given her muffled the protest, leaving her curious and needy. Then she wasn’t thinking at all as he pushed her back against the wall, lifting her, guiding himself inside.
“Feels good,” she grunted as he stretched her, made her accommodate him. It shouldn’t feel this good to have her body subjected to the will of another. But it did.
“Told you.” He pinned her there, preventing her from moving as he fully sheathed himself. “Gonna get better.”
“I—” she stopped, her words cut off at he began to move inside her, cock sliding in and out of her channel with steady, deliberate, forceful strokes. There was no room to spare for thought, only sensation. His rhythm teased her arousal but didn’t further it. It was meant to drive her crazy, chip away at her resolve until she begged him for more. This was about him and the power he could have over her. At the moment, she didn’t care.
His thumb ran along her bottom lip, toying with it. It took every bit of restraint she had not to take his thumb into her mouth, tease him with what she could do.
She lifted her legs around him, letting him bear all their weight on his hips. Her mouth sought his out hungrily as she rocked against him in search of greater friction.
He just chuckled. “Want more, Annie?” he murmured against her collar.
“God, yeah,” she sighed in relief.
To her surprise, he stopped moving altogether. Raising his head, he met her eyes with a knowing smirk. “Beg me for it.”
Her pride rebelled. “Fuck you,” she spat.
“And from such an enticing mouth,” he tsked.
“Do you really blame her, Ripper?” Ethan interjected. Buffy looked over Giles’ shoulder to see the other man standing a few feet away, watching them with a bemused expression. It was strange that it almost felt natural for him to be there, watching them. And disconcerting though his interruption was, it didn’t embarrass her. “You’re tormenting the poor girl. I think she has the right to get pissy.”
Giles didn’t look away from Buffy when he spoke to Ethan. “I thought I told you to go keep an eye on the others.”
“Did do, but I got bored. So I’m back,” Ethan replied conversationally. Then to her, “He’s a bit of a wanker, but when he gets over himself, you’ll never find a better lay.”
She noticed an odd glow around Ethan, dark purple and black and red, growing more brilliant as the seconds passed. It was pulsing, too, like the bathroom light had. And it wasn’t just around him, but radiating from him. No, from wasn’t right. She squinted. It was radiating to him, almost as if he were drawing it from the surroundings.
“What’s so fascinating, Annie?” he asked her curiously.
Buffy blinked and it was gone. “Nothing,” she said honestly.
“Don’t talk to him,” Giles barked.
“Why not?” She bristled at his order. She was getting sick of being completely at his mercy just because she was out of her element here. And she really didn’t like that her first reaction to his words was the desire to obey. “Jealous?”
Her words were cut off as he silenced her, savaging her mouth with his own as he resumed his thrusts once more, pounding into her and driving all thought from her mind. This time there was no steadiness about it. His thrusts were quick, hard, and driven, almost as if he were making up for lost time. Which was more than fine by her, because finally there was enough friction to stimulate her, make her a purely sensual creature.
She dug her nails into his back, urging him on. His kiss and fucking became more frenzied. He was close to climax. She could feel him tensing, feel her own release building. But she needed more from him. She wanted more. If he would just—
He swallowed her scream when his thumb ground down against her clit, sending sparks across her vision. She dug her nails in harder into the soft skin of his back. Giles seemed to get the hint and did it again. And again.
It was like no orgasm she’d ever felt. The drugs, the situation, the partner all fed into shattering pleasure that sent her atoms scattering across the universe, leaving her uncertain if she’d ever be able to gather them all back together again.
As the blackness of the void consumed her, she heard a voice whisper through the stars, “Oh, sweet Annie, such great fun we’re going to have together. . .”