Summary Giles’ last moments are spent with loved ones. God help him.
Rating NC17 (het, slash, blood)
Disclaimer Santa owns everything. If you don’t agree, you know
what you’ll find in *your* stocking come the 25th. Any injured copyrights were unintentional
Notes Set in the Wishverse, but AU to that timeline.
Written for fetalcoffin in the btvs_santa exchange on LiveJournal
Giles could scarcely move. All the blood loss and brutalization had left him battered and weak. Only his eyes still seemed to work, and they showed him only horror.
He could hear them not far off, fucking like animals. His eyes drifted over against his will, taking in the dreadful sight.
It was Willow, who he’d known as a student, who had been one of his most promising trainees before the Master came. Now her innocent visage was turned whorish and hard, pale skin lined with dark blue veins emphasizing the blackish red of her mouth which twisted in her pleasure. Her bare breasts were pushed up out of the thick leather of her bustier, the only article of clothing she still wore. She looked every inch the gothic vampire.
Giles had been devastated when she had been taken, but almost immediately had realized how dangerous an enemy she now was. She knew all their techniques and strategies, was familiar with all their haunts and hideouts, and now wanted them all dead. He had avoided her clutches, sometimes through skill but more often by dumb luck.
Until he’d been betrayed.
His betrayer lay beneath her, as familiar to Giles as Willow was herself.
Ethan had come to him, claiming to have changed with age, wanting to join in the fight. Giles should have known better than to trust him, but he was so desperate for soldiers that he was willing to put aside their history and his own unease for the chance to recruit a powerful mage to their cause.
Together they had designed a plan to destroy a large percentage of the vampire population by generating a huge burst of sunlight in the middle of the night. But their attempt to gather spell components turned out to be a trap set by Ethan himself, presenting Giles to Willow as proof of his loyalty. Between Willow’s training with the resistance and Ethan’s recent membership, there wasn’t much they didn’t know, but they spent endless hours torturing him mercilessly, more for their own pleasure than in any real need for information. Giles had remained silent, and then he had screamed in agony until his throat was raw, but he had told them nothing.
Finally they’d given up, leaving him in a shattered heap while they pursued other pleasures.
“He’s watching us again.” Willow’s voice was pouty but amused.
“He does that.” Ethan glanced over at him with eyes that glittered dangerously. “It’s why he got into his line of work.”
She rose to her feet, leaving Ethan to fall back to the floor with a soft groan as she stood, their mingled fluids glistening on the insides of her thighs as she crossed over to Giles. Catching his hair in her fist, she dragged him up, then lowered him to his knees. “Watching time’s over, Rupert. Time to play.”
He had long ago been stripped naked, exposed to facilitate all the twisted forms of torture two brutal, creative minds could devise. But now her touch was almost gentle as she reached into his lap to fondle his cock. He tried to resist, but his body’s automatic responses couldn’t be denied. He got light headed as too much of his remaining blood traveled south.
“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” she purred cruelly, her strokes becoming rougher as he swelled in her hand. “I always knew you had a thing for me, Giles. But you were always too uptight to do anything about it. Well,” she straddled him, her hand still knotted in her his hair as she lowered herself onto him, “it’s not your choice anymore.”
Her channel was snug and chill as she forced him into her. In self defense, his mind had ceased all but the most detached functioning, allowing him to reason that she had most likely been a virgin in life, and the body resisted change after being turned. She could fuck for hours, days on end, and still remain virgin tight. The analysis helped him avoid acknowledging how he was being violated
She rode him hard, her back arched, her breasts, held erect by the leather corset, rubbing against his face. He was too weak to resist her, too weak to resist the pair of broad, cool hands that came to rest on his shoulders from behind. “Looks like fun,” Ethan said thickly, his own cock resting against the nape of Giles’ neck. “Mind if I join you?”
Giles whimpered in revulsion, but Willow just chuckled. “Oh, please do!” She rose up on her knees, pulling Giles up with her as Ethan sank down, probing eagerly for entrance. His fingers dug deep into Giles’ hip as he rammed through the tight ring of muscles. Ethan’s moan of satisfaction echoed Giles’ cry of pain, Willow’s breathless, ecstatic laugh rising in counterpoint. The two of them quickly set a frantic pace, grinding his numb body limply between them.
Ethan leaned forward, never slowing his pace. “How does it feel, Ripper? You buggered me often enough but never let me return the favor. How does it feel to finally be my bitch?”
“Go to hell.”
Ethan chuckled, nuzzling into his throat. “You’ll get there first.”
Willow’s mouth was parted, obviously enjoying their exchange as her own climax approached. “He’s not going to tell us anything, is he?”
“Ripper?” Ethan shook his head slightly. “Not likely. He can be as stubborn as a mule when he wants to be.”
“Then he’s not any use to us anymore, is he?”
Understanding her intent, Giles made one last attempt to struggle against them, drawing up every last bit of energy he had in a futile attempt to escape them.
“There, there,” she said soothingly, lowering her head to his shoulder. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
But it did.
The sharp fire of her jagged fangs burying themselves in his jugular made him spasm in a mockery of orgasm. Her wet, cold tongue chilled along the warm trails of blood she suctioned up from his vein as the world swam before his eyes.
He cried out as a second set of fangs sliced through the skin on the other side, burying deep in his carotid. The last thing Giles felt as the world around him went dark for the final time was the sensation of two vampires finding satisfaction on the last dregs of his life.