Touched by An Angel
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,305
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy, or any of the characters inside.
Touched by An Angel
Rupert Giles fought back a whimper of pain as he removed the soiled bandages from a deep cut he’d gotten from the claws of the latest demon to attack Buffy and company.
Giles was sitting in the Library, trying not to scream when the bandages pulled at and tore open the scabbed wound, opening it once more. Giles hissed and pressed the strips of cloth against his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“Giles.”
Standing on the other side of the table was Angel, who was looking down at the wounded Watcher.
“Angel.” Giles replied, feeling the dampness of the bandages. Angel moved closer to the Watcher and gently took the man’s wounded arm. He pulled the rags back and gently took the man’s wounded arm. He pulled the rags back and, after leaning down, slowly ran his tongue over the bleeding gash, lapping up the blood like a kitten.
Giles felt his eyes grow heavy as Angel gently drank from his arm, which was healing under the vampire’s tender attention. Angel pulled back and Giles looked down to see that the wound had vanished and not even a scar remained.
Before Giles could speak Angel suddenly leaned forward and claimed the Watcher’s lips, the elder vampire’s hands sliding down Giles’ body, pulling the mortal closer to him as Giles’ eyes slipped closed.
Gently Angel lifted Giles up so the Watcher was seated on the table, his body practically wrapped around Angel as the vampire’s hands snuck inside the Watcher’s clothing, pulling away the fabric which dared to hide the mortal’s form from Angel’s hungry eyes.
Giles whimpered as Angel’s lips ran over his neck as the vampire gently prepared the mortal man. Giles screamed in pleasure as Angel thrust in deeply, the vampire’s fangs cutting into his skin as the two were joined as one.
Giles shuddered as Angel removed his fangs from the mortal’s neck. Angel cut his neck and pushed Giles’ mouth against the wound, forcing him to drink deeply of Angel’s powerful blood.
The bitter taste of Angel’s blood drove Giles over the edge. He screamed in pleasure and his body clamped down around Angel, dragging the vampire over the cliffs and into a sea of pleasure. Giles’ eyes slowly closed as he drifted off, Angel catching him before he could fall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Giles woke to find himself naked and curled around another naked form. His body was covered with soft blankets and the man he was curled around was pleasantly cool and strangely still.
Slowly Giles opened his eyes and realized he was in Angel’s home, in Angel’s bed, using Angel’s chest as a pillow.
Angel’s hand was genteelly running through Giles’ hair, as if the Watcher was a kitten or a puppy. Slowly Giles sat up and found himself looking down at the vampire, who was looking up at him.
“Why?” Giles whispered, attempting to pull away from Angel, but being stopped by the dark haired vampire.
“Why not?” Angel whispered, pulling Giles closer to him, one hand running over the mark left on the Watcher’s neck by Angel’s fangs. “You’re powerful Giles.” Angel gently kissed the Watcher’s lips. “You try to hide your past…but I can see it… the darkness, the pain…” Angel’s breath seemed to caress Giles’ lips. “But you have redeemed your past actions…made yourself stronger by suffering in the cold black night…” Angels lips gently drifted down to the place where he’d bitten the Watcher. “You are mine.” Angel growled, before biting down and drinking deeply from the mortal.
Giles knew he should struggle, but for some reason he couldn’t… he clung to Angel, whimpering as the vampire drank, his head falling back when the feeding ceased and his lips were pressed to at gash in Angel’s neck, causing blood to flow freely into his mouth.
“With this act I claim thee, Rupert Giles called Ripper, as my pet, my mate, my intended. Let my blood flow in your veins, let your heart beat only for me… Liam Ó Branáin, called Angelus and Angel, eldest child of the Order of Aurelius.”
Giles could feel the magic in Angel’s words, he could feel the power in the vampire’s blood, the power which seized hold of his body and forced it to change.
Giles realized he was being held by Angel and looked up at the vampire who was purring softly.
“My mate.” Angel whispered, smiling down at Giles. “My beautiful Ripper…”
The End
Author’s Note: This may be TBC if the insane-ness that is my life right now ever calms down… -_-
Giles was sitting in the Library, trying not to scream when the bandages pulled at and tore open the scabbed wound, opening it once more. Giles hissed and pressed the strips of cloth against his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“Giles.”
Standing on the other side of the table was Angel, who was looking down at the wounded Watcher.
“Angel.” Giles replied, feeling the dampness of the bandages. Angel moved closer to the Watcher and gently took the man’s wounded arm. He pulled the rags back and gently took the man’s wounded arm. He pulled the rags back and, after leaning down, slowly ran his tongue over the bleeding gash, lapping up the blood like a kitten.
Giles felt his eyes grow heavy as Angel gently drank from his arm, which was healing under the vampire’s tender attention. Angel pulled back and Giles looked down to see that the wound had vanished and not even a scar remained.
Before Giles could speak Angel suddenly leaned forward and claimed the Watcher’s lips, the elder vampire’s hands sliding down Giles’ body, pulling the mortal closer to him as Giles’ eyes slipped closed.
Gently Angel lifted Giles up so the Watcher was seated on the table, his body practically wrapped around Angel as the vampire’s hands snuck inside the Watcher’s clothing, pulling away the fabric which dared to hide the mortal’s form from Angel’s hungry eyes.
Giles whimpered as Angel’s lips ran over his neck as the vampire gently prepared the mortal man. Giles screamed in pleasure as Angel thrust in deeply, the vampire’s fangs cutting into his skin as the two were joined as one.
Giles shuddered as Angel removed his fangs from the mortal’s neck. Angel cut his neck and pushed Giles’ mouth against the wound, forcing him to drink deeply of Angel’s powerful blood.
The bitter taste of Angel’s blood drove Giles over the edge. He screamed in pleasure and his body clamped down around Angel, dragging the vampire over the cliffs and into a sea of pleasure. Giles’ eyes slowly closed as he drifted off, Angel catching him before he could fall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Giles woke to find himself naked and curled around another naked form. His body was covered with soft blankets and the man he was curled around was pleasantly cool and strangely still.
Slowly Giles opened his eyes and realized he was in Angel’s home, in Angel’s bed, using Angel’s chest as a pillow.
Angel’s hand was genteelly running through Giles’ hair, as if the Watcher was a kitten or a puppy. Slowly Giles sat up and found himself looking down at the vampire, who was looking up at him.
“Why?” Giles whispered, attempting to pull away from Angel, but being stopped by the dark haired vampire.
“Why not?” Angel whispered, pulling Giles closer to him, one hand running over the mark left on the Watcher’s neck by Angel’s fangs. “You’re powerful Giles.” Angel gently kissed the Watcher’s lips. “You try to hide your past…but I can see it… the darkness, the pain…” Angel’s breath seemed to caress Giles’ lips. “But you have redeemed your past actions…made yourself stronger by suffering in the cold black night…” Angels lips gently drifted down to the place where he’d bitten the Watcher. “You are mine.” Angel growled, before biting down and drinking deeply from the mortal.
Giles knew he should struggle, but for some reason he couldn’t… he clung to Angel, whimpering as the vampire drank, his head falling back when the feeding ceased and his lips were pressed to at gash in Angel’s neck, causing blood to flow freely into his mouth.
“With this act I claim thee, Rupert Giles called Ripper, as my pet, my mate, my intended. Let my blood flow in your veins, let your heart beat only for me… Liam Ó Branáin, called Angelus and Angel, eldest child of the Order of Aurelius.”
Giles could feel the magic in Angel’s words, he could feel the power in the vampire’s blood, the power which seized hold of his body and forced it to change.
Giles realized he was being held by Angel and looked up at the vampire who was purring softly.
“My mate.” Angel whispered, smiling down at Giles. “My beautiful Ripper…”
The End
Author’s Note: This may be TBC if the insane-ness that is my life right now ever calms down… -_-