Everlasting love (slash)

EVERLASTING LOVE

TITLE: Everlasting love
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: NC-17. See the warning!
PAIRING: Giles/Ethan (slash m/m)
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SUMMARY: Spike and Drusilla having reconciled returned secretly to Sunnydale wanting to make of Giles and Ethan vampires. Spike intends to make of them his personal sorcerers.
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DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.
SPOILERS: "Passion"
TIMELINE: Beginning of season 3.
NOTES: *** … *** = flashback. I wrote this story in a train going to my parents' home, in 4 hours.
WARNING: Graphic violence; non-consensual sex; characters death; Slash.

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Ethan received a violent punch on the nape of his neck and fell to his knees on the floor, moaning with pain. He suddenly felt a frozen hand closing around his neck and fingers of steel squeezing tightly. He began to choke and sucked up his gag reflexively attempting to breathe. His face colored purple from the assault. He began to faint when the hand choking him loosened. Someone removed the blindfold, which covered his eyes, and through a gray veil of oxygen deprivation and corneal pressure, he perceived Spike who smiled widely.

Spike held out the gag, and greeted him smugly. "Hello Ethan, it's been a long time."

All of a sudden a strong hand grabbed the sorcerer by his hair and violently threw his head back.

"You remember me Ethan?" drawled the voice of Drusilla.

She stroked Ethan's cheek then suddenly cut it with her razor sharp nail. Ethan winced. The vampire dipped its fingers into the seeping blood, then brought them to its lips to savor his humors. "Mmmmmmm you are good, Ethan. So strong, so powerful… You have the taste of magic."
Spike again closed his hand around Ethan's neck, eling ing a gasp. "And it is your magic Ethan, that we want Dru and I." The vampire flashed a wicked grin, "Yours!… And Rupert's too." With his free hand he unbuttoned the sorcerer's shirt and pushed aside the tails, which revealed, hung on his hairy chest, a long chain adorned with a pendant, both gold. "I was sure that you always had it, you and Ripper separated 25 years ago. But you've kept his present near your heart. You're still in love with him."

"No.\han han managed to cough.

"Liar. If you didn't love him anymore, you'd never have kept the present he gave you. A token to mark the occasion, after you'd made love together for the first time." Spike took the round medallion in his hand and read: "ERF… Ethan, Rupert Forever… How adorable!" He suddenly tore the chain away from Ethan's neck. "It's going to serve as my enticement for Rupert. He's going to come to your rescue like a knight in shining Armour, because I'm sure that he too is yet in love with you Ethan. Otherwise, he would have killed you a long time ago, for all the nasty things you've done to him." Spike tone spoak to his appreciation of the Watcher's suffering. "When you're both my prisoners, I shall make vampires of you and you'll be my personal sorcerers. With your powers, I'll create chaos in Sunnydale and paralyze the Slayer… I shall kill her and I'll become then new Master. The city will belong to me! … Lock him in the cold storage!"

Two minions, who framed Ethan, raised him. He struggled wanting to escape and received a violent blow to his temple. He fell unconscious and collapsed between the vampires.


*
* *


Buffy rushed to Giles who staggered with exhaustion, supporting him she led the way to the couch on which he crumbled. His chin fell to his chest and he remained immobile.

"Giles? Are you all right?"

Giles made an extraordinary effort to reopen his eyes, but his state of extreme weakness prevented him from even the slightest movement. Drunk with fatigue, he succumbed to sleep. Buffy lay him down, sliding a pillow under his head and raising the tartan rug over his shoulders.

She smiled with amusement, in regards to Giles' exhaustion… During their Restfield cemetery patrol, they had encountered and dusted a horde of vampires, which were a hard nut to crack.
She took his arm flung out and off to the side and placed it on his chest which rose and fell rhythmically in slumber. She giggled when she heard him begin to snore lightly. "Good night, Giles."

There came a knock at the door. Buffy frowned with intrigue and worry < who can it be at three o'clock in the morning? > And went to open it. She frowned a little more seeing nobody on the threshold. She was turning to return to the living room when from the corner of her eye she perceived a small package near the threshold at her feet. She took it and examined it. On the brown paper was scrawled: "for Rupert Giles." Buffy shook the small package and heard something clang inside. She put it on Giles' desk then closed the door behind her, making sure to double lock the apartment before she left.


*
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Giles awoke the following morning to the aroma of English breakfast tea. Buffy giggled.

"I was sure that it would awaken you. Get up, Giles!"

He grumbled something inaudible and got up, slowly, painfully. All of his muscles rebelled.

"I'm going to go back to sleep up in my bed." He muttered

On his way to the stairs leading to his bedroom he noticed the small package on his desk. He claimed it for closer examination under all angles and shaking it with some vigour, he heard something clang inside.

"I found it in front of the door early this morning before I left for home Giles." Buffy joined him. "Open it! I'm dying of curiosity, don't you want to know what's inside."

Giles tore the brown paper and opened the cardboard box. He found two things inside: a small white paper folded in half and Ethan's gold chain and medallion. Giles frowned, taking the piece of paper. He unfolded it and read: "I have Ethan. He's at warehouse 9, quay 2. Hurry to his rescue otherwise he will die. Spike." He paled and his throat tightened. "Oh my God Ethan…"

Buffy took Spike's message and read it too. "Spike has Ethan? Good! He can keep him!"

Giles suddenly glared at Buffy and roared: "Don't say that!" He abruptly calmed down. "I'm sorry Buffy, forgive me please. But Ethan is my friend."

She blinked in shock. "Since when?"

"For 25 years." He grabbed his tweed jacket, which hung from the coat rack. "I have to go save him."

"All right, I'll accompany you."

Giles shook his head. " No, if Spike sees you, he'll kill him. I'll go there alone Buffy."
She glanced at him, worried.

"Giles,ten ten to me. Spike won't be alone, and you, you're exhausted, and you are not the Slayer."

"No, that's true, you Buffy, are the slayer. But you have no place in `this' story. It's personal."

"Personal huh? Personal as when you went to the factory to avenge Miss Calendar's death? If I hadn't intervened, you would have died Giles, choked by Angelus."

Giles again glared at Buffy. "Don't get involved!"

Buffy lowered her eyes to the chain and medallion, which her Watcher held in his palm.

"Those belong to Ethan? ERF? Hmm… Ethan Rayne… F? Giles what does it mean?"

"I don't know." Giles lied. He approached the door. "Don't worry about me, Buffy. I'll use some magic to protect me. Nothing will happen. I promise. Wait for us here."


*


The two minions grabbed Giles as soon as he'd entered the warehouse. They bound his hands and feet with a rope and brought him to Spike and Drusilla who were settled in the office waiting.

"Good evening Rupert, happy to see me again?" Spike asked, "You remember Dru?"

"Where's Ethan?"

Drusilla knelt down near Giles and with her sharpened nail cut his his cheek. She licked the wound, which bled freely. "Mmmmm your blood is even better than Ethan's blood, even more powerful. It has a wild, primal even evil taste. Naturally, there is an evil and dark creature hidden deep within you called Ripper. Evil, evil, evil Ripper, Ripper, Ripper."

"Where is Ethan?" Giles repeated.
"You'll be joining him." Spike said. "It's not beating, but I'm not without heart. I want to let you two have big big cuddles, as a reunion before killing you. Take him to the cold storage!"


*

Once left alone, on the floor of the cold storage, Giles crawled to Ethan's collapsed form in a corner of the room. Eyes closed; he was very pale, frozen… he had blue lips and fingers. He was unconscious.

"Ethan! Ethan!" Giles tried to rouse him. He managed to raise himself on Ethan's legs. He touched noses with him. "Ethan wake up! Ethan do you hear me? Ethan! Wake up Ethan open your eyes! Come on!"

Ethan half-opened his eyes and tried to say something, through trembling lips.

"We're going to get out of here old mate. I'm going to chant a transportation spell." He snorted. "This moron Spike believes that a magician can make nothing without books and magic ingredients. Let's educate him. Ethan? … Ethan, no! No!"

The sorcerer no longer drew breath. Giles hurried to cast the transportation spell and they both dematerialised.


*


Buffy rushed to untie Giles as soon as both men materialized in the middle of the living room. Giles immediately preformed CPR on Ethan and managed to revive him. He checked his pulse and breathing, both were slow, but steady. He sighed in relief.

"What happened Giles?"

"Later Buffy."

He untied Ethan still unconscious, and lifted him in his arms to transport him into the bathroom.

"Run the warm water Buffy, quickly!" Giles commanded.

Buffy complied. Giles laid Ethan down on the bathroom carpet, undressing him completely and rubbing him energetically with a towel for about five minutes. He lifted Ethan in his arms once again, and slipped under the shower of warm water, dipping both their bodies.

"Go home Buffy, it's all right, I'll manage."

"Giles? Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"All right." She conceded, "See you tomorrow."

Buffy left the bathroom. Giles sat Ethan in the tub running a bath for him. Once the bathtub was half filled he leaned Ethan back against the wall of the tub and with a wash glove on his hand, he rubbed Ethan energetically again. At the end of two minutes, Ethan opened his yes and smiled weakly.

"I…"

"No, don't speak. Rest. I'm going to take care of you. Close your eyes and sleep. All right?"

Ethan moaned with pleasure when Giles began rubbing his abdomen. They looked hungrily at each other for a second. Giles bent towards the sorcerer and plunged his tongue into his mouth, which had opened in sheer abandon. They kissed each other for a long time grunting, groaning and moaning. When Giles finally moved back, he told Ethan:

"I hate you!"

"I hate you too Ripper." Ethan tenderly caressed Giles' cheek. He gently traced his features. The brow, the bridge of his nose, the outline of his lips and chin.

"Kiss me again." He demanded.

Giles did not kiss Ethan. Strongly aroused, he undressed himself and joined Ethan in the bathtub, displacing the water enough to overflow the sides of the tub and dowse carpet. He wrapped his arms around Ethan's shoulders and nested his cheek against his neck.

"I hate you Ethan." He insisted.

Ethan grinned. "I hate… youuuuuuuu… Aaaaaaaah!"

Giles grinned too. He had just encircled Ethan's penis and with his other hand, he caressed his inner thighs. Ethan licked Giles' neck, his collarbone, and then his chin and nuzzled his face in his chest.

"Mmmm… I was sure that you would come to save me, but I didn't imagine that you would make love to me after."

Giles raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to?"

Ethan nodded. "Oh yes! I do want to! I'm simply very surprised. I believed that you would rather beat me to a bloody pulp."

Giles had a wicked grin. "If you wish, I can do that."
Ethan shook his head. "No, thank you."

Giles began scratching Ethan's testicles, still masturbating him with his other hand. Ethan stretched out; get thicker and hardened between the expert fingers. He moaned and closed his eyes with pleasure. He was soon purring like a big cat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm… Ripper you perform miracles with your hands."

"Not only with my hands, old mate."

He plunged his head under the water, between Ethan's opened thighs and took him in his mouth. Ethan gasped.

"Aaaooooh! Oooaaah by Chaos! Gooooooood!""

Giles brought him to the edge of explosion using his lips, teeth and tongue with dexterity. When he came up from the water for a breath, Ethan launched himself forward to kiss him.

"I want to make love to you, NOW!"

Giles ran his hand over Ethan's face and through his hair and shook his head. He licked Ethan on his neck and covered his face with wild and possessive kisses everywhere.

"Let's go to my bedroom!"

Ethan smiled. "Oh Ripper! That's so commonplace! Let's settle in front of the fireplace. You surely have a blanket and one or two pillows so that it would be a little bit comfortable?"

"Good idea!"

Both men got up at the same time and stepped at the same time over the edge of the bathtub.

"But here, it's better." Ethan said grinning. "Don't move an inch Ripper. "Just leave me to it."

Giles stood still. Ethan passed behind him and with the tip of his tongue made a trail along his spinal column up to the nape of his neck. Giles quivered. He caressed Giles' firm and muscular buttocks, then the bottom of his back. He drew his hands down towards Giles' crotch, which he massaged before he making his way back up along the inner thighs. He smiled seeing Giles trembling. Ethan returned to a position in front of him and knelt down, his eager mouth at the level of his fully erect sex. Letting a finger trail along the length of the hard, thick, hot member, his glance was riveted to Giles' glance, which had turned darker, and become cold and set. He giggled. Ripper was back and it was not a surprise. Ripper reappeared as soon as it was a question of sex or danger.

Ethan licked his lips shivering with enjoyment and excitement. "It's been 25 years, I've awaited this moment."

Giles giggled. "Oh you have to be so horny, luv!… Do you remember the first time we made love?"
"As if it was yesterday."

"It was nevertheless 25 years ago…"


***


Ripper and Ethan both staggered up to the bed and collapsed there, completely drunk.

"I've never been so drunk, ever." Ethan murmured, before burying his face in his hands.

"Hmm… yes, me too." Ripper said. "Oh God! But Deirdre wanted to see us both drunk."

"Couldn't refuse her."

"No, couldn't. It was her birthday. But… you know what? I prefer beer to whiskey."

"Hmmmm…"

"You know, I was thinking about what she said, about us… We both live together in the same apartment, we sleep in the same bed. If you and I made love we would be a couple." He grinned, giggled then turned towards Ethan, his glance adventurous. "Do you want to make love Ethan, to see what it's like? You want?"

Ethan smiled widely. Ripper and his sexual experiments! He was ready for everything to have new sensations.

He nodded his head; very curious to know what it was like to make love with a man. "I want, yes."

They undressed awkwardly then Ripper switched on the light. The bare light bulb, which hung on the ceiling, harshly lit them. Ethan became bolder caressing Ripper's muscular shoulders.

"You know that you are a beautiful fellow, Ripper."

"You're attractive too, Ethan."

Ripper put his hand on Ethan's chest and began rolling a nipple between his fingers. Ethan moaned with pleasure.

"It also works with the boys." Ripper noticed, interested.

They got closer and their lips brushed, shyly at first then they kissed each other with tongues, and both felt a shiver of pleasure travelling down their spines. They exchanged a long kiss, warm and deep, and caressed each other's shoulders, backs, and sides. Ethan slid his hand down the curve of Ripper's butt, who met the sensation with a violent start and moaned. Ethan's other hand went to his inner thigh and rested there.

"Shall I continue Ripper?"

"Yes."

Ethan brushed against his scrotum and closed his fingers on Ripper's half erect sex. Ripper pulled him close, rubbing his cheek against his neck and lay down on his back.

"Continue, please."

Ethan complied. He encircled Ripper's penis again and began to caress him, slowly at first and then he increased his speed. Ripper loosed an inarticulate shout when he felt Ethan's tongue touching the extremity of his fully erect penis. He moaned and twisted himself with pleasure on the mattress, feeling his loins prickling him and his abdomen burning. Ethan took him in his mouth, nibbled him a little then began fellatio with gusto and sweetness, one hand massaging his balls. Ripper panted and he began trembling when Ethan sucked him. His hands caressed Ethan's shoulders knelt down in front of him. In no time he was at the edge of ejaculation. Ethan pressed the base of his penis to cut his urge to explode then turned him on his stomach, sitting astride his legs and caressing the firm, muscular buttocks. He rubbed his hard sex on them and roamed it up right between the rounded flesh, exploring, and menacing the brown eye of his loins.

"Fuck me!" Ripper roared.

Ethan guided his member towards the anus drawn tight. When he put his tip against the muscles' corolla, Ripper shivered as if he'd been burned.

"Fuck me!" He repeated with a hoarse voice. Ethan pushed and penetrated into
Ripper, straining, gradually pressing with all this weight forcing the opening. Ripper began scratching the bedspread, shaking his legs and arms. He bit his lower lip drawing blood to keep from roaring with pain. Ethan sank as far as he possibly could then held still, letting Ripper become accustomed to his length and width inside him.

He then began moving slowly, in and out, with all his length. Ethan saw Ripper's buttocks relax bit by bit, to slacken, to facilitate his penetration. With each movement, Ripper gave a hoarse shout between two short pants. Ethan grew increasingly excited by these sounds, and accelerated his rhythm while Ripper began waving under him.

Ethan changed technique and began describing circular movements to enlarge the narrow way. Ripper believed that he was going to die and he began hiccupping. It was as if he could hardly manage to breathe. Ethan suddenly raised Ripper's pelvis, slid a hand under his stomach and masturbated him again. Ripper moaned, sighed, squirmed, he was so close!

Ethan resumed the rectilinear movement and impaled Ripper dipping deeper each time. Feeling the semen rising from hishtenhtening sac, he sank even farther, hands grasped on his lover and crying his name. He thrust one last time and spilled into him. Ripper roared and was shaken by a violent spasm when Ethan exploded. He collapsed on the bed passed out from sheer ecstacy.

Ethan pulled himself out of Ripper and slapped him to make him regain consciousness. Ripper opened his eyes. Ethan turned him on his back and kissed his mouth, his nose, his cheek, even nibbled his earlobe.

"What is good luv?"

For an answer Ripper made Ethan fall over on his stomach and lay on top of him. He nibbled the nape of Ethan's neck then bathed his shoulders and back with licks and wet kisses. He stroked his white and round buttocks trailing his tongue along them. Then slid his fingers in the crack which parted them and plunged two fingers into his anus, forcing the sphincter. Ethan arched and let out a throaty shout. Ripper grinned and thrust in Ethan several times before he brutally penetrated his rectum with his hard penis, pinning him on the mattress.
Ethan roared with pain. His roaring was transformed into a long complaint when he felt Ripper's sex reaching the heart of him. He involuntarily tried to get free and Ripper grabbed his hair to calm him. Blood beating to his temples, gasping, Ripper thrust once and almost ejaculated he was so excited.

He held still for some seconds, before he took a deep breath and began to move in and out of Ethan, watching his sex in fascination. Agitated with convulsive shivers Ethan chained orgasms continuously, shouting and crying with pleasure. Feeling that he was going to explode, Ripper began to sodomise Ethan faster. Ethan believed that he was going to be overcome by pleasure when Ripper released his jism, pushing into him as much as he could. He collapsed on the bed, Ripper on top of him, passed out with ecstasy.


***


Ethan nodded. "Yes, I remember it perfectly, as if it happened yesterday. It was magnificent Ripper."

"Hmm."

Ethan took Giles' penis in his hand and masturbated it a little before licking the tip then sucking it a little. Giles hissed. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. Ethan opened his mouth again and engulfed the penis down to the base. His tongue ran swirls along its surface. He began sucking it, nibbling it, sucking it up, sometimes letting his teeth drag along its length. He brought his mouth off of Giles; lingering over the tip all around which his tongue danced an infernal ballet.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah! … Awwww! Eth Ethan… Oh my!… oh my! Your tongue is magic!"

Ethan grinned a glint in his eyes and sank back on him once more. Giles arched feeling himself near climax.

Ethan's hands didn't remain inactive either, having hold of the sex; they slid towards the testicles to scratch and tickle them, to massage them, to press them hard. Ethan also licked them then swallowed them, one after the other, several times. Ripper moaned with pleasure in a continuous way, with tears streaming on his cheeks. He was dripping with sweat, shivering, and his legs were like jelly. Overwhelmed by pleasure his brain had completely shut down. That's why he didn't realize that Ethan had made him revolve so that he faced the bathtub. He exploded, spurting his cum against the wall with a feral shout and almost falling on the floor.

Ethan pressed on Ripper's shoulders and gently made him bend towards the bathtub. Docile Ripper plunged his arms into the tepid water and put his hands on the bottom. He had a violent start when he felt the tip of Ethan's penis pressing on his sphincter. He choked a shout when Ethan forced it, then roared with pain when he began to sink into him, stretching, enjoying every inch of his penetration.

When Ethan was pushed as far as he could into Ripper, his hands on his lower back, he lay still to give Giles time to become used to his size, then he gave a slow, sensuous thrust that made them both moan. He began to move in and out of him, with all of his length, slowly at first then faster, and even faster. Ripper began moaning, crying and he gasped for breath. He had a fit of dizziness, the sensation of the assault was atrocious and painful (and sweet and magnificent) Giles almost fell head first into the bathtub. Ethan took him by his waist and accelerated his thrusts, which were becoming more violent. Ripper brought his left hand to his heart, which hurt him and seemed on the point of fibrillating out of his chest. He had more and more difficulty breathing. A grey veil passing over his eyes, he collapsed unconscious. His head sank under the water.

"Ripper! Oh God!"

Ethan laid Ripper down on the soaked bathroom carpet and took his pulse. His heart beating at top speed and his skin was ardent. He slapped him and Giles regained consciousness.

"Sorry… " Giles breathed.

Ethan leaned the Watcher against the bathtub and raised his head. Giles was pale.

"You had an attack Ripper?"

"No… it's nothing. I'm very tired. I need rest… make love later." He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Ethan lay down next to Giles whom he had just slipped between the cool sheets of his bed. He slept so profoundly a hurricane and earthquake combined would not have woken him. He took his pulse: it was slow and regular. Everything was fine.

"Sleep well my love."

Ethan snuggled up to Giles. He had just closed his eyes when someone knocked at the door. He sighed. That would be Buffy who'd come back from patrol to make her report to her Watcher. He was going to tell her that Giles slept and she should go away. He wore Giles' bathrobe and went down the stairs. He opened the door and discovered Drusilla in front of him. Their glances remained magnetized.

"You belong to me Ethan." The vampire said.

Ethan, hypnotised froze. Spike joined his mate and asked the sorcerer: "Invite us to enter, cordially."

"Please, do come in both of you."

Both evil creatures entered Giles' apartment. They kissed each other, happily.

"They belong to us!" Drusilla exclaimed, very satisfied, before clapping her hands several times.

"Yes, pet, to us. I'll let you drain the naughty sorcerer, I'm going to go drink the gentle Rupert."

He went up the stairs hearing snores. Drusilla approached Ethan, transformed into a living statue and circled around him singing a round dance in a low voice, letting her fingers drag on his neck. She suddenly stopped behind him and took his bathrobe off which fell to his feet. Drusilla purred, caressing the sorcerer's back then his buttocks. He was thin and muscular, as she loved men, as her Spike. She walked past Ethan and made her hands roam on his hairy chest. She grinned and then laughed, that tickled her. She touched his flaccid penis with her forefinger then took it in her hand. She scratched it with her nails. Blood poured. Ethan did not react, incapable of formulating the slightest thought, or move a single muscle. He just waited Drusilla's orders. The vampire had abruptly had enough with playing with Ethan and transformed herself. She looked at Ethan straight in his eyes again.

"I release you."

Ethan blinked, disoriented, and then he had a start as flooded with pain he released a shout of pain. Drusilla bit his neck. He tried to push her away but she immobilized his arms at his back, so roughly she nearly dislocated both his shoulders. Ethan tried then to move forward, but Drusilla maintained him firmly immovable. The sorcerer moaned, powerless, then he felt bit by bit his strength abandoning him and his body freezing as Drusilla sucked up his blood with huge draughts. A grey veil walked past his eyes and he collapsed. Drusilla cut the veins of her left wrist with one of her sharp nails and carried it to his lips. Ethan was about to die.

"Drink!" Drusilla ordered him, having hypnotized Ethan again. "Drink Ethan, drink my blood."

Ethan obeyed. He licked the blood, sucked it up and drank. He then closed his eyes and slumped, bloodless and white.


*


Spike sat near Giles and watched him sleeping briefly before pulling down the bedspread, the blanket and the sheet to the foot of the bed, discovering his naked body. He had then purred caressing the hairy chest, licking the flat and muscular stomach.

Men, for the most part, did not attract Spike, but with Giles, it was different. This man exhaled a sexual magnetism, which made both sexes crazy! He got ready to kiss the sleeper on his lips when Drusilla exclaimed: "Spike! I've finished drinking Ethan!"

Spike smiled. "I'm on my way pet!"

Spike bent towards Giles and pushed his fangs slowly into the exposed flesh of his neck, not wanting to wake him; he slept so well, so peacefully. He practically emptied the Watcher of his blood, which was so powerful. When he moved back from him, he was as drunk, euphoric. He cut the veins of his wrist with his sharp nails and poured a little of his blood into Giles' mouth who was about to die. Giles swallowed it with his saliva then his heart stopped beating. Spike kissed him on his forehead and smiled because the demon that would seize the body and the mind of the ex- Watcher would choose to be Giles' dark side.

Spike said, "Rupert is dead, long live Ripper!" and "This's going to be fun! It's time to leave, pet!"
He joined Drusilla in the living room. She sat on Ethan's corpse, lying on his stomach.

"It will be necessary to prevent the naughty Slayer from killing them when they rise." Drusilla said to Spike.

Spike nodded. "We shall distract her Dru. Let's go! " Snapping his goth manicured fingers, "Ah! No! Not yet. Not yet."

He transported Ethan's cadaver up to the loft and laid him down close to Giles' corpse.
"Perfect!"


*
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Buffy was standing in front of the graves of Giles and Ethan. They would soon rise. She tightened her stake in a trembling hand. To kill Ethan-vampire would be easy because she didn't love the sorcerer, but to plunge Mr. Pointy into Giles-vampire's heart would be infinitely more difficult. She knew that her Watcher had died (she'd discovered his corpse in his bed, next to Ethan's very naked dead body), but to see him exploding in a cloud of dust would break her heart once again. She would have the feeling she'd lost him a second time.

"Oh Giles…" her tears threatened to spill over the lids of her red- rimmed eyes.

Several dark silhouettes suddenly appeared just in front of Buffy who tensed her muscles. She relaxed when she perceived a tweed clad old man approaching, framed by two gorillas in black leather.

"You're a Watcher?"

"Yes, I am. My name is Quentin Travers. It's a pleasure to get acquainted Miss Summers. I would naturally have liked making it in others circumstances. I knew your Watcher very well. Rupert was one of my friends."

"Why are you here? You came to watch me stake Giles? To be sure I'm doing my job?" "No, on the contrary, I came to prevent you from killing the vampire Miss Summers."

Bluffy blinked. "What? You don't want me to dust him?"

"I came here to capture Rupert and Ethan Rayne… well the vampires- them."

Buffy frowned. "Why?"

"The Council captures certain exceptional creatures so that they serve as "training vampires" to the future Watchers, that way they can observe them under controlled conditions, to learn how to kill them, and finally kill them. They need to be well trained. We are going to bring Rupert and Ethan to London, to the Council's Academy. Once, there they will be…"

Suddenly a hand came out of the ground: Ethan-vampire's right hand, then the left appeared, followed by the head, by the shoulders. Travers and his bodyguards carefully moved back whereas four men of the Council grabbed the vampire by his arms and pinned him on the grass, immobilizing it. Ethan-vampire growled in rage and his fangs shown. He tried to get free, in vain. A third man applied an electric neutralizer against his neck. The very strong discharge knocked him out.

One minute later, Giles-vampire's left hand peeked out of the ground. Buffy rushed to seize the wrist and effortlessly took the evil creature out of the grave, entirly. She shivered seeing the twisted face of the vampire.

"Buffy, I waited for you." Giles-vampire said. He raised its eyebrows perceiving Quentin Travers. "But not for you…"

Buffy took the electric neutralizer from the Watcher's hands and it was she who knocked Giles-vampire out. He collapsed at her feet.

"Thank you, Miss Summers." Travers said. "Your new Watcher will arrive tomorrow evening. His name is Edward Hobbes. He was a friend of Rupert's. I am sure that you will appreciate him."

The two vampires were hoisted each on a stretcher and transported to a van parked farther away. They were chained. Quentin Travers climbed into the vehicle and was followed by the Watchers, which accompanied him.

"Continue to protect the world Miss Summers." The Chairman of the Council said. Then he closed the door.
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Ethan-vampire regained consciousness. He noticed that he was lying on a cemented and cold ground. He raised himself on his forearms and glanced around. He was in a small grey, empty room, without any opening except the door provided with bars. A cell! He was a prisoner in a cell! Where was he? He remembered having been arrested by Watchers and swore. Where was Ripper? Was he there too?

Ethan-vampire got up and approached the thick bars of his cell to glance at the corridor. He perceived others cells, all occupied by vampires. What was this place, a special prison of the Council for vampires? What were they going to make of him, to study him like a laboratory rat, to dissect him? Was he going to serve as a "training vampire" to the future Watchers? They had to train to fight and kill vampires…

He called: "Ripper! Ripper you are here? Ripper?"

Nothing. He frowned. Maybe he was still unconscious. He suddenly shivered Maybe Buffy had dusted him.

"Ripper, no!" He moaned his dead heart squeezed by fear. "You can't be dust. You can't. You have to be here. Yes! You're here."

He decided to use his powers to get out of his cell to search for Ripper. He cast a spell to create an opening in the door and nng ong occurred. He realized that his cell must be protected by a spell preventing him from using magic to run away.

"Ah! Bloody hell!" He tightened the bars and roared: "Rippeeeeeeeeeeer!"


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Edward Giles bent towards the undead lying on the couch of his big office. He took the ice-cold hand of his son - or rather of the demon who lived henceforth in the body of his son.

"Bring him back to me, Quentin." He said.

Quentin Travers sighed. "I greatly doubt that Rupert will appreciate being a vampire, Edward."

The High Chairman of the council nodded. "Yes, you're right Quentin, but Rupert had always had a great adaptability. He will quickly become used to being a vampire. I know it."

"And as for Ethan Rayne?"

The old man sighed. "Bring him back too. Ethan and Rupert became lovers again, had they not?"

"I think so. Miss Summers discovered them on the same bed, naked."

Edward Giles nodded. "Bring back Mr. Rayne too, Quentin. They will need to be together to face their new "life".


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Giles opened his eyes and immediately felt somebody snuggled up against him, an arm around his waist and something cold and hard pressing against his buttocks. He turned around and found Ethan asleep, lying on his side, a small happy smile on his lips. He was goto kto kiss him to awaken him when he noticed two things: 1. Ethan was frozen, as was he. 2. He wasn't at his place anymore, but in his old bedroom in the family manor house, Sussex, England. He frowned, confusion in his statement…

"What the hell…?

The room was weakly lit by the bedside lamp. The thick black curtains were pulled. He got up from the bed, left his room, followed the corridor leading to the main stairs and went down them. He crossed the vast hall lit by candlelanklanked by armours and decorated with the portraits of the Giles' illustrious ancestors. Moving towards the big lounge hearing voices which he recognized, that of his father and that of Quentin Travers. Both men turned to him when he entered. They stood in front of the monumental fireplace (the only source of light in the room) and sipped a glass of brandy while smoking cigars.

"Ah! Rupert! You should have been able to get dressed before coming here my son." Edward Giles said. "Did I not teach you what shame is when you were a child?"

Giles blushed with embarrassment. He had completely forgotten that he was naked. He took a tartan throw, which was on the sofa and fashioned a kind of kilt around himself.

"I am sorry, father, Quentin."

Giles approached his father. "What happened father? What are Ethan and I doing here?"

Edward Giles sighed, his face drawn. "I am going to be brutal Rupert. Ethan and you were killed by a vampire and turned. Quentin used magic to return your soul to your body, at my demand. I wanted my son "alive" and happy with the man he loves."

Giles began looking at his father blankly then he began trembling. "I am a vampire? Oh dear Lord! And-and Ethan is a vampire too? Oh my God, no! No! No!"

"Be strong Rupert!" his father instructed harshly.

Giles' legs suddenly refused to carry him much longer and he heavily collapsed in an armchair, in ate ate of shock, as if this was all a dream.

Ethan dressed in a bathrobe entered the big lounge in his turn. He had a haggard expression and trembled. He knelt down before Giles and took his hands in his.

"Ripper I don't have a pulse anymore, my skin is frozen and I don't have a reflection in the mirror either… I-I am a vampire."

Giles sadly nodded. "Yes, me too, apparently."

Ethan looked guilty and lowered his head, shameful. "It's my fault Ripper! Everything, all of this is my fault. I had to invite Drusilla to enter your home. When she knocked at the door. I believed that it was Buffy who came to make her post patrol report but it was Drusilla and I opened the door. She-she hypnotized me and Spike ordered me to invite them to enter. Then I can't remember anything." Tears ran on his pale cheeks. "Anything, until Drusilla bit me… She killed me and turned me… I suppose that Spike killed you and turned you. I am sorry." He put his head in his hands and cried. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Ripper."

Giles caressed his hair in resolve. "It's not your fault Ethan, you could do nothing to fight Drusilla. Resistance was futile."
Ethan suddenly launched himself to Giles and held him tightly. Giles cupped his face and rested his forehead against his own. He wiped his cheeks with his thumbs.

"Shhh… Shhh. We shall become used to being vampires, my love. We're together, that's the most important thing. I love you Ethan." He smiled broadly. "We're going to `live' together and to love till the end of time, isn't that magnificent?"

Ethan nodded his head and grinned. "An everlasting love."

They kissed each other with passion, then got up leaving the big lounge to return to their bedroom."


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Ethan licked the bottom of Giles' back lying on his stomach near him then he caressed his buttocks. He nibbled them then parted the buns with his thumbs, making them slide along the furrow. When he forced the sphincter softened by hours of penetration, Giles shivered. He still wanted Ethan in him. He raised his buttocks, pushing aside his thighs a little more to open, to offer himself again to Ethan nested behind him. He rubbed himself against the tip of Ethan's hard sex. And was shaken by a series of spasms.

"Fuck me!"

Ethan grinned. He was not sated either. He rested his member a fraction of a second in the opening of his lover's loins and rushed there just like that. He penetrated into Giles the farthest that he could, filling him completely with a long and singular thrust, sliding with all his length. Giles sighed of pleasure and contentment, feeling invaded again. Ethan put his hands on Giles' hips and began quickly, rhythmic in and out movements, withdrawing almost completely at each time. Giles choked out small shouts and sighs. Again, Ethan offered him paradise.

"Oh yes! It is good! It's so good!" Giles exclaimed.

He began trembling under Ethan, clawing, and clenching, his gluteal muscles contracting. Shouting his pleasure, always so intense, whenever his lover penetrated into him increasingly profoundly, stronger, faster. He chained orgasms continuously. Ethan roared as he brutally exploded in Giles who collapsed on the bed, fingers tightened on his straining penis. He remained lethargic for a long time, with his head pushed in the pillow, sleeping off his fabulous numerous orgasms. Ethan, lying on top of him was immobile, feeling completely exhausted.

Finally, Ethan said after a moment. "Aahhh I'm dead!"

"But you are dead, Ethan." Giles cawed back at him, having taken his head out of the pillow.

"Then I've died twice."

"You are a wonderful lover Ethan. I just can't believe you're going to make love to me for centuries and centuries…"

"I hope that you will also make love to me Ripper."

Giles shook his head. "Not today, luv, I'm shagged out." He yawned and closed his eyes. "I need to sleep."

Ten seconds later he slept. Ethan remained laid on top of Giles, still erect, still inside him, it was there where he slept the best, on and in his lover.

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