Sweet Temptation

Sweet Temptation
By: Jennifer Brown
Fandom: BTVS
Pairing: Ethan/Giles
Series/Sequel: Stand alone
Rating Pg13
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be.
Summary: Giles summons Ethan to his flat after Band Candy
Feedback: Always welcome! Jenniferbc@canada.com
Spoilers: Band Candy Season three
Archive: Feel free
Authors rambling: My first fic in over three years so I'm a little bit out of pract Man Many thanks
to Julia for beta reading.

"Goodnight Buffy, good night Mrs. Summers," Rupert Giles said, has he closed the door to the
jeep. He waved to Buffy has the jeep turned the corner and disappeared into the night.

"Bloody interfering child," he cursed out loud has he entered his apartment. Buffy had
carefully driven him home, made him wait outside, while Joyce waited inside the car, and had
thrown out every single chocolate bar and cigarette she could find.

Deciding that he needed a drink, he opened the refrigerator door and snorted in disgust at his
choices: orange juice, cream, water and soda. All the alcohol was gone. He slammed the door
shut and went into his living room. His entire record collection was on the floor. He put a record
on and started to clean up the mess.

"Yes!" he shouted has he spied an unwrapped chocolate bar wedged under a signed copy of
the Sex Pistols "God Save the Queen." He took a bit, and moaned has the chocolate melted in
his mouth, and the magic hummed thorough his veins. He leaned against the couch and started
to think.

Joyce had been a nice bird, soft with gentle curves in all the right places, but she hadn't been
his first choice of partners tonight. He had noticed the flare of jealously in Ethan's eyes while he
kissed Joyce. Ethan who knew him like no one else. Ethan who had a hard body. Ethan who still
wanted him after all these years. Making a decision, he got up, went over to the bookcase, and
pulled out a book. He was smiling when he stared chanting.

Ethan Rayne, Chaos Sorcerer, dry swallowed two extra strength aspirins has he wearily
slumped down on a crate. He could feel the headache starting on the side of his head. He had
taking him almost three hours to neutralize the magic in chocolate bars. If he had known what
Mr. Trick had planned, he would have never gotten involved with the vampire regardless of how
good the money.

Ethan, come to me Ethan, a familiar voice whispered in his mind. Ethan's head snapped up has
he recognized Giles' voice. I need you, I know you want me Ethan, come to me Ethan, you know
you want to. The litany was repeated over and over. Ethan groaned helplessly and got to his feet.
"I know I'm going to regret this."

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"Hello Rupert," Ethan said has he let himself into the darkened apartment. The Doors "Light
My Fire" played softly in the background. He wrinkled his nose at the cigarette in Giles's mouth.

"No mate, it's Ripper," Giles said stubbing the cigarette out, pushing himself off the floor. He
glided over to the Chaos Sorcerer until there was a foot between them.

"What do you want Ripper?" Ethan asked noticing the gazed look in Giles eyes. He quickly
made a decision.

"A song, a dance." A smirked played around Giles' lips as he stepped closer. "You." He could
feel the sorcerer's breath on his lips.

"What about Joyce? You seemed very friendly with her tonight." Ethan couldn't keep the
bitterness out of his voice.

"Joyce is a nice bird, but she doesn't play like you do." He ran a single finger over Ethan's
moist lips.

"Your right," Ethan murmured. He leaned in and kissed Giles hard then pushed him back. "I'm
sorry mate." The last thing Giles saw was a fist heading towards his face.

"Bloody hell," Ethan cursed, shaking his hand. "That hurt." He shook his head at the
unconscious figure on the floor. "The things I do for you Rupert."

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Giles slowly woke up and was aware of several things. He was naked beneath the sheets, his
head was pounding, his stomach was on fire, his mouth tasted terrible and he was incredibly
thirsty. He sat up and cradled his head between his hands.

"Well good morning old man," said a cheerful voice at the door. "How are you feeling?" Ethan
leaned against the door with a smirk. He held a cup in his hand.

"Ethan. What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Giles demanded. He winced at the bright
sunlight flooding the doorway.

"You don't remember? I'm deeply hurt." Ethan said in an injured voice. He came into the room
and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed the cup on the bookcase.

"Oh god, what the hell did you do?" Giles asked, dreading the worst.

"I didn't do anything Rupert. The question you should be asking yourself, is what did you do?"
Ethan replied not taking his eyes off of Giles. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"The chocolate bars...there was something wrong with the chocolate bars," Giles muttered
slowly. "You put a spell on them that made all the adults act like teenagers." His face suddenly
turned bright red. "Dear god, I had sex with Joyce Summers on top of tood ood of a police car."

"Then what happened?" Ethan prompted ignoring the surge of jealously.

"I came home. Buffy threw all the chocolate bars, but I found some a chocolate bar and some
cigarettes. I was thinking about you and-oh god I performed a summoning spell."

"And?"

"You came over and-and-I don't remember." Giles admitted shamefully. "I don't remember."

"Well, why don't I fill you in?" Ethan said in an artificially bright voice. "You summoned me
over here, then gave me a story that Joyce was a nice bird but, she didn't play like I did. We
kissed, then I knocked you out cold."

"What?"

"You heard me. I knocked you out cold, then, I dragged your sorry ass to bed, and spent the
rest of the night leaching the magic out of your body, otherwise you would still be acting like a
horny teenager this morning. Not exactly the way I wanted to spend the night." He changed
subject. "Drink this." He held the mug out.

"What is it?" Giles said eyeing the mug. He made no attempted to take it.

"It's something that will make you feel better." Ethan snapped. "Trust me, there's no poison in
it."

Giles gingerly took the mug, and down the contents in a single shot. "Oh god, that tasted
absolutely vile! Couldn't you put some sugar in it to sweeten it up?" He dropped the mug on the
night table.

"There's a pot of that stuff seeping on the kitchen counter. I would strongly recommend that
you keep drinking it. It will help you with your head." Ethan said coolly. His eyes had a
challenge in them, daring him to ask the unspoken question.

"Why-"

" didn't we sleep together?" Ethan finished. He leaned forward and his dark eyes bored into
Giles' hazel eyes. "Because, I want you in my bed willingly, not under the influence of some
bloody spell, that's why. If I wanted you under the influence of a spell Rupert, I would have done
it years ago." A car started bleeping outside and Ethan got up and headed towards the door. "My
lift is here, I have to go. Be seeing you old man."

End