*****

Giles took the knife from the kitchen counter and sat down on the couch. When he slashed his wrists, he felt absolutely nothing. The painkillers, which he had swallowed half an hour earlier with a big glass Scotch, had taken effect after a few minutes. He lay on the cushions and stretched out his wounded arm towards Spike who sat on the coffee table. The vampire immediately brought the bleeding wrist to its lips and licked the red warm thick liquid. Nauseous and half-asleep Giles watched Spike feeding on his blood, for the last time. The vampire had asked him for this favour before he left, as a souvenir of him.

Giles didn't react when Spike suddenly bit him unsatisfied with just licking the wound. He had to suck up the blood. It was in his nature and he could not fight against it. Fortunately for him, Giles was drugged and did not moan or shout. Spike's chip remained thus inactive.

Giles fought the urge to vomit, hearing the slurping noises made by his former roommate and was relieved to feel bit-by-bit, himself sliding towards the black abyss of sleep. When he woke up, he had a fever and felt very weak. His vision was blurred. Spike was sitting on the edge of the bed near him. "Spike � " He murmured. "I don't feel very well. Did you almost drain me of blood?"

"I drank more than usually. I'm sorry Rupes, I was starving."

"I am very hot�"

Spike put his frozen hand on Giles' burning forehead. The Watcher immediately moaned with pleasure.

"Ah! Thank you."

"You need to drink and to eat something Rupes, I'm going to go to prepare some tea, a big omelette and some toast for you."

Giles nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Ten minutes later Giles leaned in the headboard, a pillow in his back eating with a voracious appetite his omelette and toast. He drank a mug of Earl Grey tea.

Spike smiled, happy. "I'm pleased to see that you feel better Rupes." He took the empty plate, fork and mug and put them on the bedside table. He added then: "I would like to thank you for all that you did for me, but I don't know how. Do you have an idea?"

Giles smiled. "You are a kind and gentle man, Spike�" His smile began a smirk. "Don't be afraid, it will stay between us. Nobody else will know it. You will stay the Big Bad." He sighed. "You do not need to thank me. I've had you as a friend and room mate for months is enough to thank me Spike."

"Would you like me as a lover? I know that you miss lovemaking a lot."

Giles paled then he blushes violently. "What?"

"When I was your room mate I saw you masturbating several times at night in your room, while you believed you were alone, Rupes. There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know? It's a completely natural thing. And I know that you love men because I discovered gay magazines under your mattress. You know mate, I like making love to a man too. Then do you want me?"

Giles nodded suddenly overwhelmed by his long repressed sexual needs and his face darkened. It would be the last time he would make love. He said: "Yes, please Spike."

The vampire grinned and then slid his hand in Giles' jogging pants. The Watcher gasped and after that he arched when he felt Spike's ice-cold fingers closing around his hot flaccid sex. Spike began in move his hand up and down very fast and the blood streamed in the sex, which hardened and got thick.

Spike removed Giles' shoes, socks and then his trousers, revealing his boxers stretched out by his erection. He lowered them to his ankles then slid his hands along the long legs, stopping on the inner thighs. Spike's icy tongue roamed Giles' abdomen, licking the most sensitive places.

Giles began panting and breathed: "Oh yes Spike, yes! Yes!"

Spike removed his clothes then he lay down on top of Giles. His ice cold thumping erection dug into his stomach. He began to rub himself against Giles working him into an incredible state then he kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside and sweeping around, tasting and taking over his mouth as his hands caressed his sides. He then moved back a little and let his fingers trail down Giles' length. He held the member still with his hands as he slid his mouth over the tip. Giles gasped.

Giles' breath accelerated and he uttered a choked shout when the vampire growled like a wild beast, seized him between his lips and swallowed him up to the base groaning with pleasure. Spike licked and sucked the sex and when it was coated of saliva, he opened big his mouth and began sucking up it more and more fast while his hands massaged and pressed his testicles alternately.

"Oh my Gooooooooood!" Giles yelled scratching the bedspread with his nails.

Spike suddenly pulled himself off, eliciting a growl of reproach from Giles. He stood at the edge of the bed.

"Show me that you're a good boy Rupes." He said taking his half-erect sex in his hand.

"Oh yes!"

Giles immediately fell to his knees before the vampire. He grasped the base of Spike's hard member in trembling fingers and lowered his head to it. Rupert began to lick it quickly, enthusiastically, swirling his tongue around the firm, cool flesh. He then bent to take each of the balls, in turn, into his mouth. Spike pleased began purring. Giles then took Spike's penis into his mouth. He concentrated on the tip, sucking it carefully, while his tongue dipped into the slit. Spike arched and closed his eyes. Giles began sucking actively, his head moving back and forth. Spike suddenly grabbed him by the hair with both hands, holding his head immobile and he then began thrusting into his mouth and throat hard and deep, as if it was in a vagina. His mouth and throat invaded; Giles began to choke. Spike ejaculated with a feral growl just before he collapsed on the carpet, his mouth full of cold and dead sperm, trying to keep his breath.

"That was very good Rupert!" Complimented Spike. "Now on the bed love, on your back."

Giles complied gladly. Spike parted his legs, raised his thighs on his chest, very high, exposing his sex and the opening of his loins. "I want to see your face when I fuck you, luv. I may be a demon but I'm not an animal!"

Spike nestled himself against Giles. Sliding an arm under his waist, he took his stiffened penis with his other hand then rested the tip on the Watcher's offered loins. He was so big that his sex twisted itself slightly on itself, not being able to force the sphincter, which resisted involuntarily. But with a regular push, he forced the narrow canal. Giles began trembling; contracting his gluteal muscles, shouting his pleasure while Spike hugged him tightly sank in him, inch by inch. He uttered a strangled cry, arched and had an orgasm when the vampire brushed his prostate. Spike felt the blood beating in his rock hard sex and stood still not to explode at once and to give Giles time to adjust to his size. At the end of one minute Spike started to thrust slowly with all his length. He smiled broadly seeing Giles' ecstatic face. The mortal pushed small shouts and sighs. He was in heaven!

< Good Spike! Good! The old man is more than happy. More than happy. And so are you. >

Spike accelerated his pace, varying position and angle and Giles began panting and moaning, his head going from right to left. The Watcher gripped the vampire's buttocks and strongly pulled him as if to help Spike penetrate him even more deeply in his loins. As Spike's excitement grew he thrust deeper, stronger and faster. Giles' breathing became ragged in his chest. He believed that he was going to faint when he reached his climax. The wave of pleasure submerged him. He ejaculated with a feral cry as Spike exploded in him then all his body become as soft as a rag doll. When at last the tremors stopped Spike pulled out and licked with delight the blood staining Giles' inner thighs.

Giles remained immobile for long minutes on the bedspread. His brain was numb. He was incapable of movement or coherent thought. Spike glanced at Giles. He had never seen his face so utterly undone by pleasure, had never seen the habitual impassive mask replaced by an expression of total bliss.

Spike waited until Giles came out of his post climax haze then he asked him to make love to him. As prologue, he took Giles' half-erect penis in his mouth for a second fellatio. Quickly Giles felt his vigour being reborn. He knelt between the vampire's knees and pushed, slowly and steadily on the ring of muscle. Once the resistance was gone he eased the tip of his penis inside slowly savouring each inch of his progression. Spike grunted as Giles moved his long and thick member inside him and he reached for him, drew his face down and kissed him thoroughly. Spike's arms closed around Giles, holding their bodies together as the Watcher started to move in and out quickly, rhythmic in and out movements, withdrawing almost completely at each time. He thrusted in Spike increasingly profoundly, stronger, faster. Spike suddenly clutched at Giles, mouth open, eyes closed and shuddered, and the Watcher felt a jet of cold seed against his belly as the vampire's back arched, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillow. He began to thrust harder, letting out ragged cries of ecstasy. He finally exploded in his turn with a hoarse shout and collapsed on top of Spike. He rested sleepily his head against the vampire's shoulder. Bathed with cold sweat and exhausted he was trembling. Spike disengaged their bodies and helped Giles up, placed him in a sitting position on the bed and wrapped him in the bedspread. Giles kissed Spike gently, like a benediction.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

Spike returned his kiss then started to dress himself. "Good bye Rupert. Maybe we'll see each other again one day in London. Have a good night. Sleep well."

Giles nodded and oh so tired snuggled up to the pillow and fell asleep almost immediately, a blissful smile on his lips.

*****
Part 2

The Initiative's secret detention facility, two days later

Giles paled discovering his ex-best friend, his ex-lover and ex-Nemesis curled up in a foetal position in an angle of his small cell white and disinfected, emptied except for him. He was naked, very pale and very thin. The image of a laboratory rat came to his mind and it is what Ethan had been for two years.

The soldier slid his magnetic card in the command opening box of the unbreakable and electrified transparent glass "door" and this one unlocked with a clack. She slid to the side and the man entered. He seized Ethan by his arm and shook him to wake him. The prisoner woke up with a start, raised his eyes towards the guard and roared in terror, which froze Giles' heart with dismay. He rolled in a trembling ball and moaned with distress. Giles was then able to see that his shoulders and his back were covered with bruises and with different scars. He even noticed several twin holes left by vampires' fangs on his neck. Shocked, he trembled.

The soldier suddenly caught Ethan by his hair and forced him to get. Ethan shouted and struggled. The guard growled in a rage and hit him on his head with his bat, hard, twice. The prisoner collapsed and sobbing he curled up again in foetal position. When the man kicked Ethan in his back, it was too much for Giles who shifted into Ripper mode. He hauled back and punched the man with everything he had. The soldier slammed into the wall behind him. He then chained a series of powerful jabs, straights left, straights right, hooks and uppercuts and shot him a left hook, which reached the tip of his chin. The soldier fell heavily on the ground, unconscious.

"Pillock!" Ripper said glaring at the passed out at his feet.

Giles forced his fingers to relax his fists to open. The tension left his shoulders and his breath slowed down. He had to keep a little strength in him if he wanted to survive long enough to drive Ethan to the motel. He knelt down near Ethan who had resumed his trembling ball shape and caressed his cheek.

"Shh� calm down. He will not hurt you any more. Nobody will ever hurt you again."

Ethan opened his eyes and looked at Giles, stunned. He murmured: "Ripper, it is you?"

"Yes, it is me Ethan. I came to take you out of this prison. You are free. You are going to be able to return at home."

Ethan's shoulders began to shake as silent, uncontrolled sobs tore through his body. His Adam's apple rose and came down several times before he could articulate: "It is true? I am free?"

He did not manage to believe in it. Giles helped Ethan up, prevented him from falling then lifted him in his arms.

"Yes, it is true Ethan, but before returning in London, you are going to come to my place to spend some time there. You need to eat and mostly to rest. I brought you clothes and I booked a room in a motel, not far from here. You need one good night of sleep in a comfortable bed before we return to Sunnydale."

Ethan's gaze became haunted. "As they could not take my powers from me they� they used me to test new drugs I have even served for feeding their vampires � " He blinked and looked at Giles straight in his eyes. "It is true? I am going to go out from here?"

"Yes, it's true. Shh� it is over Ethan. Now close your eyes and sleep, all right?"

Ethan nestled his head against Giles' shoulder and fell asleep a small smile of relief on his lips.

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On the road to Las Vegas, later

Giles suddenly had a violent headache and grimaced. The pain amplified and made him cry out. He stopped the car on the edge of the road and went out of it. He staggered his legs like jelly. Blood was pulsing against his temples. He carried a trembling hand to his heart, which hurt him horribly and was suddenly submerged by a stifling wave of dizziness. The pain quickly irradiated all of his body and paralysed his jaw and his left hand. The sweat flooded from his forehead and he felt his breathing quicken and the world started to spin around him. The pain was ceaseless, cutting, and constrictive. He had the feeling of having his chest crushed in a huge vice. He couldn't manage to breathe anymore. He was shaken by spasms and released a shout of pain before collapsing.

He regained consciousness long minutes later, soaked by sweat, his skin red with sunstrokes, burning. He managed to get back to the car and resumed his place behind the steering wheel. He turned around and glanced at Ethan laid on the back seat. He slept peacefully, had noticed nothing.

Giles exhaled a long sigh and looked through the windshield at the ardent desert, which surrounded them Ethan and he. He would die there, somewhere by the roadside, probably in the car but he hoped in a motel because he did not want to have an accident for Ethan's safety. He carried on, again a trembling to his heart, which made him suffer, horribly. The next attack would be fatal to him.

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Red desert motel, later

When Ethan woke up several hours later, he immediately noticed that he was sprawled on the bed of a motel room. Hearing someone to snore slightly at his left side he turned his head to the left and noticed that Giles was laying near him, his face was turned to him. Too happy to see him in his cell, he had not noticed that his features had become sharp, that his skin was wrinkled, ashen coloured, that his hair had gone white at his temples and that the eyes had profoundly sunk into their orbits. He seemed to have aged about twenty years.

Ethan lowered his eyes and noted that Giles' beautiful hands that he liked feeling caressing him, everywhere, were dry, emaciated. According to the Giles' physical state he concluded that he was seriously sick, doubtless dying and tears welled up to his eyes. When Giles opened his eyes one half an hour later, looking immensely tired he immediately asked him: "Ripper do you have cancer? Are you soon going to die?"

The Watcher shook his head and answered in a hoarse voice. "No, I do not have cancer Ethan and yes I am soon going to die. You see when Buffy hit the ground I should also have died, at the same moment as her of a cardiac arrest. She and I were bound thanks to magic. After her return, we mixed our blood and I cast a binding spell. I said to her that it was going to strengthen the natural bond that exists between the Slayer and her Watcher. I did not say to her that it allowed me to "feel her" wherever she was. I wanted to be able to find her at once if she ran away again. And I did not say to her either that this special bond united us in life and in death, that when she dies, I should also die. She would not have accepted the rite otherwise."

"Buffy's dead, I did not know it. I am sorry. I know that you loved her as a daughter."

Tears appeared in Giles' eyes. His throat was squeezed by the emotion, he continued: "When I saw her falling, I knew at once that she was going to die and I used magic to stay alive. I had to because I had to take care of my children until they could accept this terrible loss and could begin again to live, as before the tragedy, but without Buffy. It was not easy at the beginning, no, but I believe that they made a good start. I'm not worried for them now." He had a small ironic smile. "The magic which I use to stay alive is killing me Ethan. It drains my strength bit by bit. I'm weakening more and more, each minute, which passes, and soon I shall die from an attack. In casting that spell I was only putting off the inevitable."

"You took me out of prison to relieve your conscience before dying Ripper? So that I could forgive you?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, I let the soldiers take you. I knew that the scientists of the Initiative would use you as laboratory rat. They must have been delighted to be able to examine a sorcerer, a man possessing powers. I gave you to the Initiative Ethan, gladly, because you deserved to be punished. Buffy could have killed me. I could have hurt someone. When I saw you going away in the military vehicle I expected you to be afraid; frightened, and I was sure you would escape using magic. Only later, once at home, when my fury disappeared I understood what I had done. And I felt really bad about it. You had been bad Ethan, but you did not deserve to be one of the Initiative's specimens. If I had been able to take you out earlier, I would have done believe me, but I was nothing, just an ex-Watcher, and an ex-librarian. But it changed. Now I am a Watcher again and with the Council's help, I managed to free you. I am sure you'll soon be able adore and serve Chaos and Janus. Creating chaos in your wake, and fortunately for you, Buffy and I will not be there to kick your buttocks anymore. So� do you forgive me?"

Tears ran on Giles' hollow cheeks. Ethan wiped them with his fingers, tenderly..

"No, I do not forgive you Ripper because what happened was not your fault, but mine. I went too far transforming you into a Fryal demon. I didn't blame you Ripper. I should have remember you're never in a good mood after one of my little tricks." Ethan's face suddenly got clearer. "Yes! That is it! You will not die if you practise again the rite with me. You will be bound to me and I do not intend to die before having blown out 100 candles on my last birthday cake."

"No, Ethan. My life has no purpose now that Buffy is dead and I have no right to continue to live. I have failed in my duty as a watcher, and I have failed in my duty as a friend. And it's time that my children start to live without me. And I am tired, so tired. I am going to die. Before leaving Sunnydale I said my farewells to Xander and Anya, to Willow and Tara, Dawn and to� Spike. I lied to them by saying that I was returning to England to rest, in my family manor and that I would be the librarian Council's library. Ethan, I am going to stay here, in this motel room and wait for death to come. It will be soon. Before I left Sunnydale I cast a spell to disappear when I have died, so nobody will find my corpse. You are going to return alone to Sunnydale Ethan. You will find on my desk a passport in your name and an envelope with some money. I even prepared you travel bag with all the necessities inside. Return to London and go to see my solicitor, Reginald Barrett. I bequeathed you all my possessions Ethan, in memory of our former love and in memory of all those moments of happiness that we both shared more than 20 years ago."

Ethan began crying turn and with his knuckles he traced Giles' pale cheek lightly. "Ripper, I do not want you to die. I love you. I am in love with you."

Giles looked at him very surprised. "What?"

"I am in love with you. I have never stopped loving you since our first meeting."

Giles frowned. "Then why did you make my life a hell for more than twenty years Ethan?"

Ethan nodded. "It's true, I was horrible with you because I couldn't bear that you abandoned me. I loved you so much! More than anything in the world, more than my life. I adored you, worshipped you. Then one morning you left, you left me alone, you abandoned me, all this to find your redemption by becoming a Watcher. You broke my heart Ripper, and I took my revenge. I made you suffer because I suffered. But deep in my heart, somewhere I have never stopped loving you. Never."

Giles sighed. "I am sorry Ethan. I did not want to make you suffer. I was lost, disoriented after what had happened. I was terrified and shamed, I felt guilty of Randall's death�" His face darkened. "I am responsible for his death. Forgive me."

Ethan tightened Giles against him and said: "I forgive you. I am also sorry Ripper. And I ask you to forgive me too for all that I have done to you all these years."

Giles nodded. "I forgive you Ethan."

The two men sobbed each against the shoulder of the other one, without shame, like children and then once calmed, one moment later, they both parted.

"Now leave Ethan, leave me alone." Giles said getting up. He took the keys of the car, which were placed on the table and gave them to Ethan who had joined him. "You should be in Sunnydale before the beginning of the afternoon." He hugged Ethan. "Leave Ethan. And do not forget to go to see my solicitor, all right."

Ethan's face contorted with anger. "It is not your bloody money, nor your bloody personal properties that I want Ripper, it is you! I love you. I want you near me I want to live with you. I want to be able to love you again as before."

Giles shook his head. "It is impossible. Ethan I am not in love with you any more, for a very long time."

Ethan sobbed his heart broken. "Ripper I love you��

Ethan, I� I�"

Giles suddenly cried out with pain. Such a stab burning a lightning pain exploded in his chest and quickly radiated, going back up to paralyse his jaw and his left hand. He had a dizzy turn and collapsed uttering a choked shout. His vision weakened and Ethan seemed to him distant, while he was close, leaning over him.

Ethan tightened Giles against him. His skin was still cold to the touch and he was trembling. His breathing was heavy and laboured.

"Ripper, do not die, please!"

Giles felt himself slackening. The cold gained bit by bit his chest, his ears were buzzing, then his body began to be heavy and he felt himself sliding into an abyss. He choked some seconds, had a last start and his breath stopped. He finally lost consciousness, blood not arriving at his brain any more.

"Ripper no! Do not die!"

Ethan hurried to transport Giles on the bed then practised the CPR. Giles' chest moved up again about one minute later. The sorcerer checked Giles' pulse and breathing, both were slow but steady. He sighed in relief. He was alive.

*****
Part 3:

Giles regained consciousness his throat dry, his hands trembled and his head on fire with a dull ache in the chest. An abundant sweat covered his forehead, face and his clothes was soaked. He had a start, stunned to be still alive. He'd had another cardiac arrest and guessed that Ethan had had to practise the CPR on him. His time had not come yet apparently.

Giles frowned. He was attached to the headboard and to the end of the bed by strips of cotton probably torn from a sheet. Ethan suddenly came out of the bathroom his razor in his hand. He slowly knelt down between his opened legs, put the object next to him on the bedspread then closed his fingers around his flaccid sex. Giles gasped and arched on the bed and frightened asked:

"Are you going to rape me Ethan?"

Ethan grinned but did not answer. Giles was frozen and felt the blood withdrawing from his face.

"Ethan no! Oh God! No! No! "

He struggled, pulled at his bonds with all his last strength to try to free himself. In vain.

"Do not worry Ripper, I am not going to rape you. Soon you will want to make love to me."

Giles blinked twice, very surprised. "WHAT?"

"In your mind you will have come free the man whom you love: Me. Isn't it romantic Ripper? "

Ethan ran his fingers up to Giles' thighs. His tongue roamed along a first one then on the other. He then slid his hand down his penis, wrapped his fingers around the base of it and ran his mouth up and down eliciting gasps of pleasure from Giles.

"Oh God! Ethan stop! Stop!"

He nipped down the now half erect member and started to suck up it moving his hand up round and over. When he saw the pre-cum on the tip, he started to masturbate himself until drops of pre-cum glistened on the head on his penis. Then touching the tip of Giles' member to his, he mixed their sperm. He cast the spell, which was going to make of Giles his lover, again. Ripper was going to love him, to worship him.

When Ethan read an intense desire in Giles' glance instead of panic, he knew the magic had had an effect. He bent then towards the younger man, cupped his face and kissed him to suffocate him.

"I love you Ripper." Ethan said having broken the kiss still feeling Giles' mouth on his. "Do you love me too?"

Giles smiled broadly. " Yes, I love you too Ethan. You know it very well. I love you, so much. Yes I love you and I want you."

"Later, luv." < One thing done. Now the bond. >

Ethan took the razor and made a gash on Giles' chest, and then he cut his palm. He placed his bleeding hand on the Watcher's wound and so mixed their blood. He then cast another spell, which bound them together. After that, he licked the blood pouring on Giles' right breast then sucked his nipple while caressing his sides.

"You belong to me Ripper, to me." Ethan said before he lay down on top of Giles who trembled with desire.

"Oh yes! I' m yours. I' m yours."

Ethan moved back, sat Indian style between Giles' opened legs then took his testicles in his hands and began massaging him, slowly, delicately, then he gave small licks onto his raised penis to incite Giles a little more. Giles emitted a low growl of pleasure. Ethan opened his mouth big and began sucking the sex, masturbating it with a hand. With the other one he stroked the pubis.

Giles closed his eyes and began humming. Ethan slid his hands along the inner thighs of his lover, then back up over the long and thick member with a greedy smile. He teased the head with his thumbs, making Giles tremble of all his body and to moan with pleasure. Giles begged:

"I want you Ethan, please."

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Ethan woke up to find Giles half-lying on top of him, still asleep. One of his legs was thrown across his, his arm across his stomach and his head rested on his chest. Giles moved in his sleep, groaned and rubbed his bearded cheek on Ethan's nipple. The older Englishman felt his heartbeat accelerate and a sudden heat grow in the hollow of his stomach. He also felt his morning erection getting harder. He could see beads of pre-cum on the tip. He rolled his lover on his back, tightened the base of his sex, and opened his mouth to deepthroat him. His tongue ran swirls along its smooth and warmth surface, and then he gently nibbled his penis, making his lover's whole body tremble. He pulled back, bringing his mouth off him. He began to suck and lick the penis, alternately. Giles panted. He pulled back again and sank back down on him once more to pump him. Giles suddenly arched and he woke up.

"Good morning my love." Ethan said.

Giles smiled broadly. "Hello Ethan."

"Make love to me!"

"No, you first, luv. I'm yours, remember?"

Ethan kissed Giles deeply, for a long time, with passion then his tongue roamed on the Watcher's low stomach, licking and nibbling the skin like he knew that Giles loved. He then closed his fingers all around Giles' member and began a slow friction, up and down. In some seconds the blood hurled itself in the penis. Giles moaned. A wave of pleasure had just numbed his brain. Ethan continued to masturbate Giles to bring him at the edge of the ecstasy then he made him roll again, on his stomach this time. He followed the curve of his back with his finger and felt Giles undulating under his caress. He waited until his lover was on all fours then he knelt down behind him and rubbed his cock along the separation of his buttocks cheeks. Giles quivered.

With his finger Ethan began to tease the opening of Giles' loins. When he penetrated the rectum using it the younger Englishman stiffened and whimpered. The sorcerer removed his finger, and taking his hard sex, he guided himself towards the anus. He put the tip of his long and thick member on the sphincter and pressed on Giles' shoulders to make him bend then he eased the tip of his penis into the tight opening. He felt a resistance but slowly and surely he sank into the narrow opening. He felt the blood beating in his tightened sex and held still not to release his seed yet. Ethan gave a little thrust and continued to sink in Giles with a calculated slowness, with a contented moan, watching with delight his sex disappearing between Giles' buttocks. Giles under him was trembling, biting the pillow with muffled sounds of both pain and pleasure.

"Oh by Chaos! It's wonderful!" Ethan exclaimed. He had awaited this moment for a demon's age.

Ethan buried himself into his lover, inch by inch. It was narrow, tight, warm, and delicious. Hands screwed up on sheets, Giles moaned, shaken sometimes by a sudden start. When Ethan was finally buried to the hilt, he started to thrust gently in and out of Giles hands hung on his hips. The Watcher relaxed to facilitate the penetration and began shifting beneath Ethan. Raising his buttocks he met him thrust for thrust as he pumped into him. Excited Ethan increased the speed of his thrusts and Giles' sighs turned to groans. Feeling the sap rising in his loins Ethan trusted one last time was shaken by a violent spasm and released. He subsided on Giles' back, his head empty, still under the shock of pleasure. Giles could feel the loud and rapid beatings of his heart pounding in his chest. The blood beat in his temples and gave him migraine.

"Did you like it Ripper?"

"Yes."

"Do I continue?"

"Yes, please."

Ethan kissed Giles' neck, and then caressed his shoulders, his back, and his hips. He cupped his heavy balls, made them roll in his palm then he held the penis still with his hands as he slid his mouth over the tip. Giles' breath became ragged in his chest. His felt his sex still swollen with pleasure hardening again. He walked the tip of penis between the cheeks of his lover's buttocks, to excite him, and then with a powerful thrust he dived in him, his sphincter having become supple. He was stopped only by the shock of their two sweaty bodies. Giles' roar changed into a low growl then a purr. Ethan held still, savouring the exciting sensation, and then he pulled out and slid his hand between his lover's thighs. He masturbated him again. Giles wanted to turn around but Ethan immobilised him on the bed by pressing on his head. With a wild thrust, he buried himself as deep inside of him as he could and started to thrust. His strokes were long, slow; he wanted this to last as long as possible. Feeling his orgasm approaching his movements became more urgent his moans deeper. He cried Ripper's name, thrust one last time and spilled into him again. Giles made Ethan fall over onto his back and lay over him, rubbing his cheek against his chest growling like a tiger.

"It is my turn." Giles said.

Ethan lay down out on his stomach and wailed when he felt Giles' sex pressing on his sphincter, which widened. He began panting when the hardened penis penetrated him. Giles sank in him inch by inch savouring the sensation. Deep inside him he held still few seconds feeling his sex pounding then began an in and out movement. Ethan started trembling, sighing and moaning. He pressed his buttocks against Giles' stomach to participate. Giles moved back, eliciting a moan of reproach. He arranged a pillow under Ethan's stomach, heightening his buttocks. In this new position, he could almost thrust in him upright. He pushed himself deeper in his loins and began brutal strokes, short or long. Ethan believed that he was going to die of pleasure and murmured something incomprehensible, his brain numb. Blood pulsing in his temples Giles accelerated his rhythm and out of breath, covered by sweat, roaring with pleasure and pain he finally released his semen, he scratched Ethan's back during his orgasm and fell on him, exhausted, feeling magnificently well.

Giles came to curl up against Ethan who had stretched out on his back, one arm around him, and his face against his breast. His head was empty. He was still under the shock of the pleasure.

"I love you Ethan." Was all he managed to say.

Ethan smirked. He always obtained what he wanted. He wanted Giles as lover now he belonged to him.

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The next evening

Curious Spike moved close to the lit window. Giles was at his place while he thought he had left for London. He raised his eyebrows in surprise seeing the Watcher roaming completely naked in the living room, his pale green mug steaming in his left hand, and a book in his right. Spike growled with desire devouring Giles' thin and muscular body with his eyes. He had loved making love to him and loved Giles' love-making too. When the old man turned round, the vampire felt its sex rising against its jeans.

Spike entered the apartment and without a word hurled himself on Giles who was stunned. He pulled him to him, tightened him in his arms and crushed his lips on his, the he plunged his tongue in the mouth of the mortal. He kissed Giles hungrily, fiercely, and then he fell to knees in front of the Watcher and captured his sex between the ice-cold fingers. Giles gasped.

The vampire suddenly frowned and began sniffing. "I can smell another man." He smiled widely happy that Giles had found a lover. It explained why he had not left. "You have a lover Rupes? Good!"

Giles began caressing Spike's shoulders then pulled his face against his stomach. The vampire plunged its tongue into the navel then licked and nibbled the skin all around. He nuzzled his face in the pubis of the mortal Englishman savouring his musky scent.

"I have the feeling that I am going to have * two * lovers." Giles said before grinning.

"Oh! Naughty Watcher! Your lover will agree with that? Maybe he won't want to share you with me? Maybe he doesn't like threesomes? By the way, where is he?"

"He left to go shopping more beer, more Scotch and. and a tube of lubricant."

"Mmmm . I look forward meeting him."

Spike took Giles' penis in his hands and held it still as he slid his mouth slowly over the tip. Giles gasped. Spike flicked his tongue around the head enjoying the sighs, moans, growls that escaped the other man's lips. He slipped his other hand inside under the shaft and cupped the heavy balls. He made them roll in his palm and gently stroked the sensitive skin. Giles' noises stopped and he began panting. He threw his head back and closed his hands on Spike's nape. Spike started to lick and suck Giles alternately then he slid his free hand between his parted thighs to reach his anus. Giles let out a strangled cry when Spike penetrated him and his whole body trembled as a strong orgasm washed over him. He felt his member stretching out and his testicles tighten. With a hoarse shout he came in Spike's waiting mouth. The vampire eagerly swallowed the hot and salty fluid then licked the now almost flaccid penis clean. Giles fell to his knees and hugged Spike.

"Oh! God! It was wonderful, Spike." He kissed him, tasting his own seed then licked his neck. "Lets go to bed luv, now I want you in me, deep and hard."

Spike lifted Giles in his arms. "Yes, Watcher."

END