Title: Only You
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles/Ethan
Timeline: Sometime
after S4. But, this is so AU that it
doesn’t really matter.
Synopsis: Giles
has a need. Ethan provides a
service. Buffy has something to discuss
with Giles.
Author’s Notes:
This was a plot bunny adopted from 4thderevko. Hopefully, I’ve done it justice. Thank you wyvernwolf!
Buffy hesitated at
the front door of Giles’ apartment. She
had thought long and hard for the past week over this. Knowing that her feelings for her Watcher
were growing deeper instead of lessening, she realized that she needed to tell
him. After all, it was beginning to
affect her Slaying.
How could she
concentrate on patrol when all she could think about was what it would be like
to kiss Giles?
She inhaled deeply,
calming her nerves somewhat, and opened the door. Her eyes widened, fear claiming her quickly
when she saw Giles pressed against the bookcase. His left hand gripping one shelf, his right
gripping the top of the chair next to him.
A man stood before him, his mouth latched onto the side of Giles’
neck.
“Giles!”
She rushed across the
room, grabbing the shirt of the thing attacking Giles and flinging him
back. Giles’ eyes snapped open, glazed and
unfocused. She glanced at his neck and
noticed there was no blood. There were
teeth marks, but…no blood.
“Bloody hell!”
Buffy’s mouth dropped
open and she turned slowly towards the voice.
“Ethan Rayne.”
“You could’ve broken
my neck, you know?” He grumbled as he
rubbed the back of his neck.
“Should’ve.” Buffy replied coldly. “What the hell are you doing? And…how the hell did you get out of custody?”
Ethan grinned. “I have my ways. And…in answer to your first question…giving
Ripper what he needs.”
“Buffy?”
Buffy spun around to
face her Watcher when she heard him slur her name. “Are you drunk?”
Giles chuckled softly
and swallowed. “Mm…I suppose I am. Feel drunk.”
He glanced at Ethan as he pushed himself from the bookcase. “Are we drunk?”
Ethan’s grin
grew. “Sufficiently buzzed.”
Buffy looked at
Giles’ neck, red and raw…it would probably be bruised in the morning. As she let her gaze drop to the obvious bulge
in his jeans, she felt her heart sink.
“Giles? Are you…”
She hesitated for a brief second and then continued in a hurried
whisper. “Are you gay?”
Giles stared at her
drunkenly for a moment and then barked out a laugh. “No, Buffy.
I am not gay.”
When he noticed her
eyes drawn back to his denim-covered erection, he smiled. “I’m just taking what I can have.”
“Ethan?” She whispered in disbelief.
“Oh, he can have me
anytime, love.” Ethan offered as he took
a step closer. “And he knows that.”
“But…”
Ethan chuckled and
stared into her eyes. “Our boy’s a bit frustrated. Needs a good fuck…and I can give it to
him.” He roamed his eyes down her body
and grinned. “I can give it to you too…”
“Ethan!”
Hearing Giles’
warning tone, Ethan turned to him. “Come
on, Rip…you know you’d love to have a go as well.”
“Be that as it may,
you do not speak to her in that manner again.”
Buffy’s eyes widened
as she stared at Giles, his words sinking into her brain. “You…Giles?
You…”
Giles turned to her
slowly. “Want you?” His eyes darted to her breasts and then her
lips, before resettling on her eyes.
“God, yes. What man in his right
mind wouldn’t?”
“I…” Buffy shook her head, not believing what she
was hearing and not knowing how to reply.
“But, I take what I
can have.” He offered in a soft voice.
“You could have
me.” She blurted, then reddened almost
immediately.
He stared at her for
a few more seconds and then cast a quick glance to Ethan before taking a
stumbling step towards the stairs.
“I’m going to
bed. Whoever wants to join me…feel
free.”
Ethan licked his lips
and grinned widely as he watched Giles climb the stairs. When he moved out of sight, Ethan started
towards the stairs. He stopped at the
landing and looked at Buffy, who was staring open-mouthed at the loft.
“Coming, love?”
When she continued
staring and didn’t move, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and took the stairs two
at a time. Buffy swallowed with
difficulty when she heard the soft creak of bedsprings.
A few minutes later,
she slowly ascended the staircase.
* * *
She inhaled sharply at
the scene in front of her. Giles was
lying naked on the bed, Ethan kneeling beside of him with his lips wrapped
around Giles’ erection. Giles gripped
the sheets tightly, a soft groan escaping his lips.
Giles heard her sharp
intake of breath and turned his head towards her. He stared at her as Ethan’s head bobbed up
and down the length of his cock. When
she took a step forward and then stopped, he smiled and beckoned her over with
a lazy wave of his hand.
She took a deep
breath and made her way across the room, shedding her clothes along the
way. When she removed the last item, a
pink scrap of silk that he assumed she considered underwear, his hips bucked
against Ethan’s mouth.
She noticed that he
hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since she had walked into the room. She smiled shyly as he gestured for her to
join them on the bed. As she sat down
beside of him and watched Ethan continue, he placed his hand on her thigh and
rubbed her skin gently.
“Buffy?”
She swallowed thickly
and tore her eyes from Giles’ groin.
“I’ve, uh…I’ve never…”
He smiled
understandingly as she trailed off.
“Just go with it, Buffy. Do
whatever you want. There’ll be no
pressure for you to do something if it’s not what you want.”
When she glanced at
Ethan again, he reached up and stroked her cheek. She looked down at him, questions shining
brightly in her hazel eyes.
“I won’t let him hurt
you. And I won’t let him do anything
that makes you uncomfortable.”
She nodded slowly and
before she could second-guess herself, leaned down. She kissed him slowly, urging his lips apart
with her tongue. He complied
immediately, parting his lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth.
Ethan glanced up at
them, smiling inwardly as he sucked harder at the flesh in his mouth. Giles groaned under the onslaught, thrusting
his hips against Ethan’s mouth as he thoroughly explored Buffy’s mouth with his
tongue, his left hand massaging the firm flesh of her right breast.
* * *
Buffy wasn’t really
sure when their positions changed, she had been too consumed by the sensations
Giles’ mouth and hands were inflicting on her body. She did vaguely remember Giles stopping Ethan
when Ethan moved in to kiss her. He had
roughly pushed the other man back and shot him a glare, stating that under no
circumstances was he to kiss Buffy.
The statement had
confused her, but she was too aroused to question him. And now she found herself kneeling beside of
Ethan, Giles’ tongue thrusting into her mouth as he fucked Ethan.
Buffy broke the kiss
when she felt Ethan gently tug at her leg.
She looked down at his smiling face.
“I’ve always wondered
what a Slayer tastes like.”
Buffy gasped when she
felt Giles’ fingers slip through her wet folds.
He grinned as he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking her fluids from
his fingers.
“I wanted the first
taste.” He explained softly, slowing his
thrusts until Buffy had positioned herself over Ethan’s mouth. “Hold on to me, Buffy.”
She grasped his
shoulders, groaning when she felt Ethan’s tongue gently circle her
clitoris. Giles smiled and increased his
pace once more.
“Kiss me, Buffy. Fuck my mouth with your tongue as he’s
fucking you with his.” He whispered
huskily.
Her eyes widened at
his words, but she leaned forward quickly, shoving her tongue into his mouth as
he fucked Ethan harder, matching his thrusts with the plunging of Buffy’s
tongue. When he felt Ethan starting to
tighten around him, he broke the kiss and looked into her lust-darkened eyes.
“He’s getting ready
to come...and I would very much like to be inside of you when I come.”
She nodded quickly,
breathing heavily as Ethan’s tongue twisted inside of her. “God, yes...”
He groaned softly and
glanced down at Ethan’s cock. “Watch me
make him come, Buffy...”
She lowered her eyes,
her body shuddering as Ethan pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked
hard. She felt his moan vibrate against
her sensitive flesh as his cock twitched just before his semen splattered
across his abdomen.
“Oh, God...” She panted as she watched Giles quickly pull
out of Ethan.
Giles unceremoniously
ripped the condom off and tossed it into the bin next to the bed. He grabbed another from the bedside table as
he gently pushed Buffy back onto the mattress.
He smiled at her as
he moved between her thighs and rolled the fresh condom on. “I’ve wanted to be inside of you for so
long.”
She whimpered as he
gently ran his fingers over her wet core.
“God, Giles...fuck me...”
“Not exactly what I
had in mind, love...” He whispered as he
gently sank his cock into her, lowering his mouth to her neck.
She had expected him
to fuck her, to thrust furiously into her until he came. He surprised her however by moving slowly,
using long and deep strokes as he suckled the flesh of her neck. Then he surprised her even further by moving
his lips to her ear and whispering huskily.
“I’m in love with
you.”
She came almost
instantly screaming his name in ecstasy as she dug her nails into his shoulder
blades. He smiled as he felt the warmth
of her fluids through the thin latex barrier.
“You’re beautiful
when you come.”
She felt the bed
shift and rolled her head to the right to see that Ethan was watching
them. She found it oddly erotic,
watching him stroke his growing erection as he stared unashamedly at the union
she was sharing with Giles.
She felt Giles’ warm
breath against her skin as he whispered into her ear.
“He’s going to come
soon. So am I. I’d love to feel you come again…with us.”
She groaned loudly
and gripped his sweaty back the best she could.
“Harder, Giles…”
He lightly bit her
earlobe as he thrust harder and deeper into her. “Do you…oh God…do you want…him to…”
She shook her head as
she bucked her hips against him.
“No…only…you…”
“Yes…” He whispered as he lowered his mouth back to her
neck, sucking the tender flesh hard.
There were moans and
cries of pleasure in three distinctly different voices as each of them climaxed
within moments of one another. Giles was
able to dispose of the condom before he collapsed onto the bed, pulling Buffy
tightly against his chest.
His head swam,
adrenaline and alcohol blurring his mind.
He closed his eyes and with a soft sigh, simply passed out. Buffy followed quickly, her body exhausted. Ethan smiled and exhaled slowly before
stretching his body out behind Giles.
He stared at the
ceiling, letting the sounds of their breathing lull him to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Giles woke the next
morning with a dull ache in the back of his head. He opened his eyes and stared at the bare
back facing him. The memories came
flooding into his mind and he inhaled shakily.
He lightly grazed his fingertip along her spine and then climbed out of
bed.
He glanced at her as
he grabbed his discarded jeans and slipped them on. He swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing
that things would never be the same between him and his Slayer. After grabbing a shirt from the closet and
taking one last look at her in her natural beauty, he turned and made his way
down the stairs.
* * *
Buffy bit her lip and
stepped onto the back patio. “Hey.”
Startled at her
softly spoken word, Giles jumped and turned to look at her. “Buffy…”
She glanced at the
cigarette in his hand. “Only time I’ve
ever seen you smoke was when you were high on cursed chocolate.”
“It’s, uh…it’s an
occasional thing.” He cleared his throat
and looked at her neck. The mark was
already fading, it would probably disappear by nightfall. “How…how are you?”
“Um…I…don’t know.”
He gave her a slow
nod and averted his gaze to a random stone on the ground. She wrapped her arms around herself and took
a step forward.
“Did you mean
it? What you said last night…did you
mean it? Or…was it just something said
in the heat of lust sparked by alcohol?”
He hesitated for a
minute. He could tell her that he didn’t
remember saying it. Or he could tell her
that it was just a spontaneous thought brought on by the scotch he had
consumed. He would apologize profusely
and she would accept it. He knew that in
his heart.
“Every word.” He lifted his head slowly and looked into her
eyes. “I meant every word.”
He wasn’t exactly
prepared for her to launch herself at him.
The cigarette dropped to the ground as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Thank God.” She whispered, tightening her hold.
He returned the
embrace, placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head before taking a deep
breath.
“Buffy…about last
night…”
She lifted her head
and then looked around. “Where’s Ethan?”
“Not here. He left before I woke up…”
She met his eyes and
studied him carefully. “Do you two…well,
do you…”
He shook his head
slowly, lifting his hand to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “No.
That was the first time since…well, before you were born. It’s not something that happens often. And…it’s not something that I’m particularly
proud of. I – ”
She interrupted him
with a softly spoken statement. “I don’t
regret it.”
When he merely stared
at her, she continued. “It wasn’t
exactly what I came over for last night, but…”
“Why did you?” He asked softly, realizing that he had never
enquired about the nature of her visit.
“I needed to talk to
you.” She laid her head on his chest and
sighed. “I needed to tell you that I
have all of these feelings that I don’t…or didn’t…know what to do with…”
“Feelings?”
She nodded slowly and
took a step back. “Feelings about
you. Love kind of feelings.”
His lips parted
slightly, a look of shock gracing his features.
“Buffy…”
“Ethan was going to
kiss me last night.”
Giles narrowed his
eyes slightly in confusion. “Yes.”
“You stopped
him…” When he nodded, she tilted her
head. “Why?”
“Kissing…it’s,
well…it’s intimate. More so than sex…”
“You didn’t kiss
him.” She stated mainly to herself.
“No, I didn’t.”
“But…you kissed me.”
He reached out and
stroked her cheek with two fingers.
“Yes, I did.”
“And, you
didn’t…um…well when we…”
He smiled
softly. “I couldn’t fuck you, Buffy.”
“You made love to
me.” She whispered in a surprised
tone. “That’s what was different.”
He gave her another nod
and stepped forward. “I’m in love with
you.”
He had said it last
night. But, this morning’s admission
meant so much more. Tears welled in her
eyes as she moved back into his arms.
“Do you regret it,
Giles?”
When he hesitated in
answering her, she looked up at him. He
brushed his fingers through her hair and shook his head.
“The only thing I
regret is the fact that it wasn’t just the two of us.”
“Would you…would you
want to do that again?”
He shook his head
once more. “Threesomes don’t really appeal
to me.”
She raised an eyebrow
at him. “Didn’t seem that way last
night.”
“I only wanted
you.” He lowered his eyes briefly. “Ethan knew that. That was his way of taking my mind off of
it.”
“But, you – ”
“Fucked him.” He finished quickly for her. “Yes.
But, all I wanted was to make love with you.”
Silence fell over
them for a few minutes before she met his eyes.
“Would you…kiss me
again?”
In lieu of an answer,
he cradled her face between his hands and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly, gradually increasing
the passion until his tongue was stroking hers and his erection could easily be
detected under his jeans.
She pulled back
slowly and stared at him through glazed eyes.
“I love you.”
He offered her a tender
smile and gestured towards the door.
“Perhaps we should take this inside?”
She nodded in
agreement and took his hand, allowing him to lead her through the doorway. He stopped as they passed the table, picking
up the piece of paper he hadn’t noticed earlier.
A smile tugged at his
lips as he read the note. Buffy squeezed
his fingers to get his attention. His
smile broadened when he looked at her, silently handing the note over to her.
Glad to be of
service.
Take care of each
other.
E.
Buffy smiled and
dropped the note back onto the table.
“Remind me not to kill him the next time he causes problems?”
Giles chuckled softly
and led her up the stairs. They had much
to discuss, but it could wait until a little later.
Perhaps they’d
discuss things tomorrow.
~ End