*****

Buffy began skipping around Giles, always keeping a reasonable distance between her and him because he was taller than her and thus had a long reach. The Watcher started to feel dizzy momentarily and decided to take action. He rained a series of powerful left and right hooks, and right and left uppercut, with each one blocked by Buffy's unbreachable guard.

Buffy smiled seeing that Giles tired and she counter-attacked. She bombarded him with lethal punches. The old man was not able to stop the last one: a left hook reached his chin. He fell heavily to his knees, half-knocked out, and then he stood up with difficulty. He faced his opponent, who wanted to finish it.

Buffy finished Giles with a right uppercut to his stomach. He bent double with pain, retched at his feet and collapsed like dead weight, passed out. Dawn stepped back, said: "Eww!" then came to kneel down near Giles sprawled on the floor of the training room, his arms stretched out to his sides. She began to count him: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..."

"I'm pretty good in English boxing, don't you think Giles? Ready for another round?"

Giles managed to stand and to remain standing. He then moved on his opponent by staggering, his legs like jelly. His vision was blurred by sweat, from and the blood which poured out of his opened left eyebrow. He saw Buffy as a vague outline in front of him. He grimaced suddenly and a violent pain amplified throughout his body making him moan then shout. He clutched a trembling hand to his heart, which seemed to constrict and twist with a horrifying swiftness, and then he was 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 everything began turning. 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. Then everything went black. He collapsed and didn't move anymore. He finally lost consciousness. He reopened his eyes some seconds later. Buffy and Dawn knelt down next to him exchanged a stunned glance when they saw him crying. Giles suddenly burst into tears and drew himself into foetal position.

"Ethan . Ethan." He murmured his whole body trembling. "Ethan. he is dead. They killed him."

Giles wanted to stand up but was incapable of it. He was exhausted and his whole body hurt. Dawn took his helmet off then his boxing gloves, freeing his bandaged hands.

"Ethan died? How do you know ?" Buffy asked, very intrigued.

"I. I felt him dying, Buffy, physically. There." His placed his hand on his heart. "I was hurt. Ethan and I were formerly very close Buffy, we were partners, we were friends, we were brothers, we were. we were lovers. We used the magic to bind ourselves, one to the other. We thought living together, happy, making love and magic until the end of our lives." Tears appeared in the eyes. "But it did not happen."

Buffy and Dawn stared at him in surprise.

"Ethan and you were lovers? Are you gay Giles?" Buffy did not manage to believe it. Giles had dated Miss Calendar. Had had sex with her mother, twice! No, he was not gay. He had to be . "Are you bi-sexual?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Giles managed to sit down then helped by Buffy and Dawn he stood up painfully.

"I have to fetch him. The Initiative soldiers who killed him are going to bury him in a hole in the desert."

Buffy shook her head. "Giles, you are unfit to drive. You have just had a heart attack! "

The Watcher wiped his forehead covered with sweat. "I'm fine."

"Liar."

"All right, I'm not fine right now but I' m going to be all right. Dawn can you remove the protective bands of my hands please?"

"Sure Giles."

That done Giles moved his the numb fingers.

"How are you going to find him Giles?" Buffy asked her Watcher. "You don't even know where his corpse is."

"Once in the Nevada Desert his aura will serve me as a beacon. The aura does not disappear with the soul and the mind in death. It is an integral part of the body and it stays there."

"What are you going to do with Ethan's corpse when you've found it Giles? Bring him here to give him a proper burial? Return him in England so that he is buried in a cemetery there? Perhaps near the grave of his parents?"

Giles shook his head. "Neither of them Dawn. I am going to resuscitate him with magic."

Buffy frowned.

"Why? No! Ethan Rayne is bad, nasty! He's cruel; he deserves to stay in hell! "

Giles glared at his Slayer gritting his teeth. "Yes, he's bad, nasty, and cruel, I know. But I am going to resuscitate him because. because I love him! I always loved him, always."

"You love him?" Buffy said, stunned. "I believed that he was your worst enemy Giles."

"Wow! You can resuscitate dead people by magic Giles?" Asked Dawn, impressed.

Giles shook his head again. "Not people Dawn, only Ethan, because we have both shared our blood and our. sperm. We are linked."

He staggered to the training room door, Buffy looked anxiously at his progress. She was very worried.

Dawn shook her sister's arm and asked her: "Who's Ethan?"

*
* *

Somewhere in hell.

Ethan trembled in fear from head to foot. In front of him were the high bars of the immense, gigantic, colossal subterranean prison where human beings condemned to Hell were tortured, killed, resurrected, tortured again, killed again, resurrected again etc. Like all the damned men and women who were standing on each side of him, as terrified as him, surrounded by horrible green demons armed with tridents, he was going to suffer horribly for eternity.

When the green demons ordered them all to move, Ethan remained immobile. He glanced around him. He was going to escape. Hell was a demonic world, yes, but it was vast and he could easily hide somewhere, be free, and not suffer. Taking advantage that two guards talked between themselves, he dashed to them at top speed, pushed them aside and ran away in the direction of swamps encircled by active volcanoes.

Ethan coughed and tears rolled on his cheeks. The air was heavy with harmful gases and smoke. Breathing was torture. Suddenly the ground trembled and a series of violent explosions occurred, as the sky became fire. He penetrated the swamp some minutes later and waded in the malodorous muddy water till sunset. The sky remained brilliant enlightened by the eruptions.

Exhausted, Ethan decided to take a break and sat on the trunk of a dead tree, covered with moss. His lungs burnt him and he was dehydrated. A terrible volcanic explosion suddenly sounded and a cloud of ashes rose, immense. Volcanic bombs crashed not far from him, some were aflame. Ethan ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. Some miles later he sank to his knees then up to his chin in the swamp. The water, thick with mud and algae slowed him down. The volcanic bombs were bigger and more numerous. Some of them fell near Ethan and splashed him. Regrettably, they not only splashed him, they also woke a creature that looked like a huge lizard, with red eyes and big teeth. It looked at Ethan, flicking its long forked tongue out. Volcanic bombs continued to fall everywhere. The creature seemed not to notice and went to Ethan deciding to make him its future meal.

Ethan swam away but the creature coiled its tongue around his waist. The animal pulled Ethan to its mouth. Several big bombs crashed suddenly on the beast and knocked it out. It loosened its grip on Ethan who just avoided being crushed. He fled.

It was dawn when Ethan suddenly sank into quicksands up to his chest. He tried to catch a root near him, but it was too far and he was only sinking more. Now the quicksands were up to his shoulders. He still continued to sink little by little. Some sticky mud filled his mouth and his nose. He choked. He suddenly felt a violent pain in his right arm and roared. A powerful jaw stocked with sharp teeth had just closed all around. The animal pulled him outside of the quicksands and lay him down on a square of grass. Ethan gasped at breath, then breathed deeply, the sweetish, mouldy air. Opening his eyes, he saw above him the huge lizard, which he had escaped a little earlier. The creature was going to tear his head off when one of its fellow creatures trespassed on its territory. It abandoned Ethan to chase away the intruder. Ethan took advantage of it to disappear. He had barely run two miles that he was surrounded by several green demons armed with tridents. The guards had caught him. Exhausted and hurt, he fell to his knees and began crying with distress, despair and terror.

The guards stepped back to allow a bigger, black demon with big horns to pass. He was holding a sword. He used the point of the blade to raise Ethan's chin.

"You are the first human being to have escaped for a long time." He said, smiling. "I am impressed. You are strong and you run fast. You will make an excellent sarj. Hunters will have pleasure to hunt you. Take him to the cold regions. Make him drink the miir to transform him into an animal. He deserves this boon."

*
* *

Hell, cold regions, later

The demon stepped back holding the cup filled with miir. He had forced the human being to drink the potion. The prisoner was soon going to change.

Ethan howled when his metamorphosis started. Pain extended to fill his flesh, bones, and mind. He collapsed and sank to his knees. Horrified, panicked, he saw his skin thicken. His naked body began to cover itself with long black hairs, which in a space of seconds formed fur. His bones changed shape accompanied by hideous crackles to quickly become those of a big canine. His distended flesh atrophied and wrapped his new skeleton. His jaw, nose and forehead elongated, his teeth sharpened. His eyes enlarged and changed colour and claws replaced his nails. When he had become the demonic creature called a sarj; Ethan roared his immense distress.

"Flee sarj!" The demon said to it. "If you're lucky you will soon be killed quickly."

The sarj/Ethan slunk away, its/his snout at the level of the fresh snow.

*
* *

The blizzard became furious, forcing the animal/human to seek shelter beneath a cliff where it/he rolled into a ball and waited out the storm. The sarj/Ethan got up, shook itself/himself, chasing away the fine snow from its black coat and left in the direction of the peaks, which, far off, were coloured with yellow, orange and pink. Leaving the pass, he suddenly perceived several riders: demons riding bipedal creatures covered with long brown hair. They were armed with long lances and held nets. The sarj/Ethan stood still. These demons were hunters. Not wanting to be captured then killed; it/he dashed off in the snow. The riders saw it/him and immediately rushed in its/his hot pursuit roaring with enjoyment.

The animal/human ran at top speed towards a low mountain range. He suddenly stopped to look behind it/him if it/he was still pursued and realised it/he was not. He saw the far off demons pursuing a pack of sarjs/otherhumans that it/he had met a little earlier. It/he decided to head in the opposite direction to put the most possible distance between it/him and the hunters.

*
* *

Somewhere in the Nevada desert.

Giles stopped his car at the edge of side of the road, got out from the vehicle and was immediately crushed by the infernal heat of the desert. By the time he took the shovel and a blanket from the trunk, he was soaked with sweat. Guided by Ethan's powerful magical aura he went without hesitation towards some cliffs, which time and the elements had eaten away and polished. He entered a narrow canyon and followed it for almost ten minutes. It ended in a cul-de-sac. Ethan's corpse was somewhere buried under the sand.

Giles dug, his heart squeezed by apprehension, dreading to discover the dead body of the man which he loved. At the end of one hour, he managed to uncover the black body bag which contained the corpse. He hoisted it with difficulty on the edge of the pit he'd dug and knelt down close to open it with trembling hands. He gasped, his eyes widened in horror and he wept when he discovered Ethan's corpse. They shot him three times in his heart. His death had been instantaneous. He was sticky with his blood that had drained into the body bag. Giles caressed Ethan's pale forehead then kissed him on his blue, ice-cold lips.

"You'll be alive again soon luv." He said.

Giles wrapped the corpse in the blanket, threw the empty body bag stained with blood in the heart of the hole then he re-filled it. He then lifted Ethan's cadaver in his arms and carried it to the car where he lay it gently down in the trunk. He cast a spell to make it invisible to policemen in case he was stopped for some reason.

*
* *

Magic Box, later

It was dark when Giles entered Magic Box, holding Ethan's dead body against him, wrapped in the blanket. Under Buffy, and the gang's gaze he crossed the shop and entered the training room. He lay the cadaver on a carpet in the centre of the room then returned to the shop.

"I don't want to be disturbed!" He said to Buffy and the others.

They silently nodded. Giles turned on his heels and closed the door of the training room behind him. When he unfolded the blanket, he heard somebody gasp and noticed Dawn near the door of the small bathroom located at the end of the room.

Is it . Ethan?" Dawn asked approaching Giles, her gaze riveted on Ethan's white and immobile face.

Giles nodded. "Yes, it's him. Go out Dawn."

Dawn shook her head. "I have already seen corpses Giles, and then I want to see how you're going to resuscitate him."

"Dawn."

The girl crossed her arms on her chest with a surly air. "I shall not move from here!"

Giles did not insist. Dawn was as stubborn as Buffy. "All right. Then make yourself useful. Fill this bucket with warm water and bring I a washcloth and two towels, a small one and a big one."

"You're going to wash him?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, I'm going to wash him. He will be traumatised enough having returned to the life. I want him to avoid seeing himself covered with blood."

"Buffy said that Ethan was a very bad man. He was. Is he in hell then? Is it because of that he'll be traumatised, huh, Giles?"

"Indeed."

"Do we keep a copy of our body when we go to Paradise or Hell Giles?"

"Yes we do."

"Demons are probably torturing Ethan as we speak now."

Giles' throat tightened. "Not necessarily. According to Angel half of the people going to hell stay men or women and are tortured, horribly until they die, then they are resurrected to be tortured to death again etc., the other half is transformed into animals to be hunted by demons and killed. Animals do not resurrect. Their souls simply disappear. The Devil would have invented it to distract his demons. I sincerely hope Ethan is still a man, because if he's an animal and if he's killed. there will be nothing I could do to bring him back. Nothing at all."

Dawn took the bucket and returned one moment later with it filled with warm water. A washcloth floated on the surface. She had a big towel on her right shoulder a small one on the other. She gave them to Giles who smiled.

"Thank you, Dawn. Now go back to the bathroom and stay there until I call you, all right?"

"Okay."

Giles undressed Ethan then he began cleaning his chest, where there were the impacts of bullets. He then placed his left hand on them and cast a spell. A moment later, a golden light wrapped the hand of the Watcher and when he removed it, the holes had disappeared.

When Giles cleaned the blood, which covered Ethan's shoulders, and back he shivered discovering that his skin was marked by numerous scars, some short some long. He closed his eyes and remembered Angelus torturing him. He had similar scars on his shoulders and back. As if he and Ethan had been whipped, cut, and burned. Tears ran down his cheeks. He should never have let the soldiers take him to their secret detention facility. He suspected what the scientists of the Initiative made their prisoners undergo. But having been transformed into a Fryal demon, he had wanted revenge. He had wanted Ethan afraid and he had been afraid when the soldiers had forced him to enter their vehicle. He sobbed once. He thought that Ethan would escape using magic, but it did not happen. He had doubtless been given drugs and enroute to the prison then he'd ignorant of the rest of the story. Ethan would tell him after the resurrection. If he managed to do it.

"I hope that you will forgive me Ethan." Giles murmured tenderly caressing his cheek.

Once Ethan was clean he wrapped the big towel around his waist (he had used the small one to wipe the skin of the corpse) and called Dawn. Then he drew a wide circle around Ethan's dead body with white chalk, he knelt down beside the body.

"Dawn, I want you to stay out of the circle!" He commanded looking at the girl. "It is going to contain very dangerous forces which could disintegrate you."

Dawn nodded. "Okay Giles. I'll stay where I am."

"Good."

Giles put his left hand on Ethan's frozen forehead then after having placed his right-hand on his chest at the level of his immobile heart he began to cast the resurrection spell. Giles' body was quickly surrounded by a multicoloured brilliant halo, which grew in brightness. Dawn opened her eyes wide with fascination, was paralysed by the spirals and interlacing of intense colours which swirled, in cascades around Giles whose body became transparent. Then, suddenly, this "firework" slid along the Watcher's arms and penetrated Ethan's lifeless body. Giles became again "solid" and completely drained he slumped on the side. He drifted into unconsciousness.

*****
Part 2:

Somewhere in hell, much, much later.

The sarj/Ethan crossed a frozen river, when abruptly the ice gave way under its/his weight and it/he sank under the icy water. It/he returned to the surface, snatching the air and felt its/his body become numb. It/he was going to drown. The water around the animal/human began to freeze again. It/he struggled with the fury of despair and managed after exhausting efforts, to catch a piece of floating ice on which it/he raised itself/himself. He carefully crossed the short distance, which separated it/him from the bank then collapsed moaning at the foot of a dead tree and closed its/his eyes to sleep.

*

The night fell when the sarj/Ethan met a Yp/someone. Not having the strength to fight, he fled. But the Yp/someone, in two jumps, was on him. His long sharp claws torn its/his right side slashing the flesh, and breaking ribs. The sarj/ Ethan roared with pain, collapsed moaning and crawled away over the snow, soiling it with its/his blood. The sight and the smell of the red, warm liquid excited the redoubtable predator, which opened an enormous mouth, lined with sharp teeth. He got ready to crush then to tear the head off the sarj/Ethan when a line of fire carbonised Yp/someone. The sarj/Ethan fell over on its/his side and did not move any more.

*

The sarj/Ethan slowly opened its/his eyes, turned its/his head and looked at its/his right side: the gaping wound still bled abundantly. It/he licked it a little then tried to get up. But it/he was incapable of it, far too weak. It/he glanced around him. It/he was in a cave. In front of it/him some branches burned and the outside, big flakes swirled. A silhouette was suddenly outlined, going out of the twilight. It moved towards the sarj/Ethan and was lit by the flames of the small fire. The animal/human noticed it was a horned black devil. He noted with horror that it was dressed in a long coat made of animal pelts, sarj animal pelts.

The sarj hunter knelt down near the animal/human which just had enough strength to roar and to show its/his hooks.

"You are a very beautiful animal, you know?" He said glancing eagerly at its/his brilliant, black, blood-stained fur. "You're so beautiful that I think I'm going to stuff you when you die. I was lucky to find you before that awful Yp tore you into small pieces." The demon plunged his right hand under his coat and took out a knife with wide and sharpened blade. The sarj/Ethan assembled its/his last strength and crawled in the direction of the cave entrance. "You won't get far!"

Suddenly Ethan became Ethan again. He twisted himself with pain, and vanished with a heart-rending roar.

*
* *

Magic Box, training room

Ethan continued to roar with pain until he didn't have air in his lungs anymore. He fell on his back, heavily and panting he curled himself up to a trembling ball, tucking his knees to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs, his chin resting on his knees.

"Ethan? Ethan calm yourself. You're not in hell anymore." Dawn said to the sorcerer. "Giles brought you back."

Ethan heard "Giles" and brutally opened his eyes. He was numb, as if all he had lived was a dream. He had a start by seeing a girl who looked at him at the same time curious and excited. Confused he raised himself on his elbows and saw Giles sprawled on the floor near him, breathing weakly passed out. He had resurrected him! He was back! He grinned from ear to ear.

"I'm alive! I'm home!" He put his head in his hands and cried. He was so happy, so relieved.

The door of the training room opened and Buffy and the others rushed to Giles. Ethan afraid by the Slayer moved on all fours and started to roar showing his teeth like he still was a sarj.

"Stop! Do not move any more! Stay where you are! You should not cross the circle!" Dawn said to them. She turned to Ethan. "Ethan? What the hell are you doing?"

Ethan looked at the girl starring at him with total surprise and noticed he had reacted like the animal he was not so long ago. Embarrassed, he stood up, cleared his throat and said: "You can cross the magic circle now. It's over. There is no more danger. Don't worry Buffy. Ripper is fine. He gave me almost all his magical energy to resurrect me he is going to remain unconscious for several days, the time he needs to get it back and recover. And. please, don't hurt me. I have suffered enough."

Buffy lifted Giles in her arms and carried him to the couch. He was pale and his skin was cold. She checked his pulse and breathing, both were slow, but steady.

Dawn helped Ethan to get up.

"Dawn! Don't go near him! Don't help him! He's bad, nasty and dangerous!"

"No, I am not like that anymore Buffy." Ethan said grinning, a glint in his eyes before joining a frowning Slayer. "By giving me his magical energy, Ripper also passed on to me his. his "essence" what he is and I became good and kind, like him. I'm a new me!"

Buffy shook her head. "You? Good and kind? It's impossible. You lie. Dawn move back from this naked man!"

"Yes, almost." Anya said, disappointed. "Too bad."

Xander glared at her girlfriend.

"Ethan says the truth." Tara said. "He possesses the same aura as Mr. Giles."

Ethan sat down at the edge of the couch and took Giles' hand in his. He stroked it with his thumb.

"He loves you, you know?" Dawn told Ethan. "He told us. He also told us that he had always loved you."

Ethan smiled. "It is for love that he resurrected me and rescued me from hell." He smiled happily. "And as I am now a good and kind man, I shall not return there when I die again, very, very old."

"Do you also love him Ethan?"

Ethan nodded. "Yes Dawn. I always loved him."

Buffy blinked. "Then why did you continue to be enemies? To hurt each other? You would have been able to make peace and to become lovers again for a very long time."

The sorcerer sighed. "I suppose that we were trapped in a vicious circle: I hurt you, you hurt me in return. Making people suffer is very exhilarating, you know?"

"It was exhilarating." Buffy corrected. "Now it's over."

Ethan nodded then he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. He finally kissed Giles on his lips lovingly. Willow took Tara's hand in hers and smiled.

"Wonderful!" She said.

*
* *

Giles' bedroom four days later.

Giles slept, nearly continuously for three days. In the morning of the fourth, he stirred and stammered something unclear. Ethan who watched over him sat on the edge of the bed, bent towards him.

"Rupert?"

The Watcher turned his head in the direction of the voice, which he did not recognise because he heard it muffled, and slowed down. This simple movement made his head throb. He grimaced with pain, slowly opened his eyes and winced. The light hurt him, but he succeeded in keeping them opened. An unclear face seemed to float in the fog in front of him. The face moved, making him dizzy. He waited for the nausea and fog dissipate and his sight to stabilise. He then saw Ethan, grinning, his face shining with enjoyment.

"Ethan!"

"You did it Ripper. I am alive again, and you changed me giving me your essence. I'm a new man."

Tears appeared in Giles' eyes. He was overcome by such joy that he remained dumb some moments. The words crowded in his mouth but his throat was too tight to say them.

"I love you." He finally cawed.

"I love you too."

Giles started to cry. Ethan wrapped his arms around his shoulders and nestled his cheek against his neck, then he leaned forward and kissed Giles' lips, his hands coming up to his tousled hair, massaging his neck. When he moved back a little, he saw that Giles was smiling.

"You kissed me Ethan."

"You noticed."

Ethan pushed aside a rebel lock of hair on Giles' forehead and tenderly caressed his temple.

"It has been a long time since you've kissed and caressed me." Giles said. His hand went to Ethan's lips and trailed his touch down his chin and neck. He exhaled a long sigh. "I am so sorry, Ethan, I want you to forgive me for everything."

"Me too Ripper. Let's not talk about it anymore, all right? The past is the past."

"I love you Ethan. I love you so much." He reached out and gently ran a finger down his cheek. Ethan leaned into his caress. "Oh God! I love you so much!"

Giles kissed Ethan, with force, with passion. Ethan returned his kiss with the same ardour and love, then he covered his neck and jaw with small wet kisses. He then moved further down and bathed the base of his neck with cat's loving licks.

"Come closer, Ethan."

Ethan sat on the bed in front of Giles. Giles began to unbutton his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Once that was done, he ran his fingers through Ethan's chest hair lingering on his so-very-hard nipples. The sorcerer felt as if he was on fire. In fact he could hardly breathe. His arousal was so strong it hurt. Giles ran his fingers over the bulge in his trousers causing him to gasp and groan. He felt a surge of desire in his loins so that his whole body trembled. He hurried to undress and as soon as he was between the sheets he snuggled up to Giles and licked his lips and chin. He nipped at his neck hard enough to bruise.

"I want you Ripper! To know you naked and warm against me excites me excessively." He took Giles' left hand and put it on his throbbing penis radiating heat. "You see? I'm so hard, so hot!" He encircled Giles' thumping erection and began to stroke him slowly. The Watcher's sighs turned to groans. He burrowed his face into Ethan's shoulder and licked the skin there driving the sorcerer crazy. "I really missed you Ripper." Ethan rubbed himself to Giles groin eliciting moans and grunts from him. "But all this is finished, isn't it luv? You and I are going to become lovers again Ripper."

Giles nodded. "Yes. All this is finished." He nuzzled his face into Ethan's chest rubbing his hands up his back, purring. "The past is the past. You and I are going to be lovers again."

Giles suddenly got up from the bed. He staggered one moment then went to the stairs.

Ethan frowned. "Where are you going Ripper? I thought that we."

"Later Ethan. I've got to go for a slash. to eat .then to take a shower. "

The sorcerer's gaze glistened. "I am going to rub you back! And buttocks, and your cock and fuck you hard after Ripper."

Giles chuckled. "I hope luv."

*
* *

Ethan joined Rupert in the bathtub and got soaked with warm water. He embraced him and pulled him close. Giles had a violent start when Ethan cupped his buttocks. Ethan rubbed himself against him, sucking his nipples one after the other. He then kissed down the trail of hair to his sex, trailing his hands on down his hips, then on his thighs then towards his almost fully erect, long, thick sex. Ethan encircled it. Giles moaned and when Ethan began stroking him, he closed his eyes and began panting. Ethan saw his penis strain, standing up a little more.

"Kiss me Ethan."

Ethan closed his hands behind Giles' nape of his neck and kissed his mouth, hard, possessive, savagely, and thrust his tongue into his mouth. Giles moaned in his mouth. He began to stroke him again, gently, then, excited he accelerated the rhythm and with his other hand began massaging his testicles. Giles, his head on fire, bathed with sweat, began thrusting frantically, roaring with both pain and pleasure. Ethan brought Giles to the edge of ecstasy. When he was close to orgasm, he released his engorged penis and knelt down in the bathtub. He took Giles' penis in his hand and flicked his tongue over the head, licking the pre-cum there. He then swiped his tongue up his hard length. Giles gasped when Ethan took as much of his member as he could into his mouth.

"Aaaaah! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Giles closed his eyes; his mind entirely focused on his hard member and the soft lips that were sliding up and down it. That felt soooo good. He was in heaven. Ethan's cheeks hollowed as he started to suck up his lover's swollen shaft, moving his hand up, round and over. Giles' breath became ragged in his chest.

Ethan suddenly pulled his mouth off Giles eliciting a groan of reproach from him. He said: "Ripper I want you to explode in my arse, inside me, not in my mouth."

Ethan then leaned against the tiled wall, right under the showerhead and waited, trembling with desire. He moaned when Giles pressed the tip of his penis to his tight opening. He grunted when he gently and slowly sank into him penetrating him as far as possible. He exhaled a long sigh of pleasure when his lover filled him completely.

Holding the sorcerer by his hips, the Watcher began a slow in and out movement. Ethan started moaning, sometimes shaken by a sudden start. Giles saw his glutes start to relax, to weaken to facilitate his penetration. He leisurely accelerated his rhythm and Ethan began moving under him, pressing his buttocks against his stomach. At each movement, Ethan cried out a hoarse shout. It was so erotic Giles almost ejaculated at once. He had to press the base of his shaft to halt his terrible urge. At each time Giles, almost completely pulled out of Ethan's loins to come back increasingly strong, increasingly fast. Ethan panted, trembled. Giles continued to thrust into him feeling again the desire escalating in him and knew that he could not stop it this time. His thrusts became deeper, faster. Ethan was out of breath. He roared and was shaken by a violent spasm when he exploded. Ethan sank down to his knees in the bathtub with the groan of a dying person. Giles fell down on his buttocks behind him, panting, his head empty and reeling, still under the shock of pleasure.

"Oh by Chaos! Ripper it's was bloody fantastic!" Ethan exclaimed after a moment.

He turned round to face his lover.

Giles nodded. "Wonderful." He had a small smile and added: "You know Ethan, you and I should have told each other that we were still in love with each other a long time ago. We should have had sex together. We would have stopped hurting. We would have been able to live happy, together, like before Randall's death and our painful separation. But I suppose that we were trapped in a cycle of hatred and violence and the love that we had was pushed into the background and we eventually forgot it."

"Yes, exactly. Now forget all this luv. It's over." He smiled. "What about a copious breakfast?. and sex afterwards?"

Giles kissed Ethan hungrily then he moved on top of him. "All right Ethan, but in my bed this time."

*
* *

Giles gasped when he felt Ethan's soft and warm hand caress his back, then slid down to rest on the curve of his buttocks. A finger suddenly forced his sphincter and came to brush his prostate. He emitted an almost feral growl and clung to him.

"Oh God! Ethan."

Ethan kissed Giles' mouth, nose, cheek, and earlobe and licked up his throat.

"Make love to me Ripper. Please. Let me excite you before, all right? Please Ripper."

Giles nodded and parted his legs. Ethan knelt between them and let his hands explore Giles' body, searching for all the places that caused him to make pleased sounds. Giles gasped and groaned when he felt Ethan slip his fingers between his thighs and cup his testicles, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing them.

"Ethaaaaaan! Aaaaaaaaaah! Oh God!"

Wrapping his fingers around the base of Giles' penis Ethan started to run his mouth up and down the swollen shaft. He sucked Giles up eagerly, pressing his balls as to extract his seed from them. The ex-Watcher was out of breath, his legs were shaken by spasms and he was grazing Ethan's shoulders with his nails. He began to raise his pelvis and he involuntary thrust into Ethan's mouth. Ethan smirked and nibbled his lover's penis here and there, licked the head of it like a candy, and then moved back from Giles, knowing he was close.

"Now fuck me Ripper." Ethan demanded.

Ethan got down on all fours on the bed, offering Giles his skinny half-opened buttocks. The ex-Watcher took his place behind the sorcerer who hollowed his back, raised his buttocks and rested his head on his hands, which he crossed. Giles stroked Ethan's buttocks a little then made his thumbs slide in the furrow parting them, lightly brushing at each passage the ring of his loins, making him pant. Ethan pushed aside his knees a little more to open more and Giles took advantage of it sliding his hands between the thighs, closing them on his scrotum which he began massaging. "Ooooooooh! Ripper!"

"Ready luv?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Giles took his long, thick and hard member in his hand and guided it towards the narrow entry of Ethan's loins. Ethan gave a light shout when he felt the tip of his lover's penis pressing on his sphincter. He cried out with pain when it penetrated his rectum. Giles slowly moved inside, stroking Ethan's back. Once pushed as deeply as possible within Ethan, he began a slow in and out movement. Ethan began trembling, shouting with pain. He tightened his gluteal muscles. Clenching his buttocks against this intrusion. Giles slid a hand between his thighs and massaged his testicles to relax him. Ethan relaxed. Giles then withdrew to arrange the pillow under Ethan's stomach, heightening his buttocks. In this new position, he could almost sink vertically. He penetrated him with a long rectilinear push. Blood rushed to his temples, gasping, bathed with sweat he sodomized Ethan deeply, rapidly. Ethan believed that he was going to collapse from sheer pleasure and murmured something unintelligible, his brain anaesthetised. Giles released his semen, pushing as deeply as he could inside Ethan. He let out a feral growl, scratching Ethan's skin, and then fell over onto his back, exhausted, feeling magnificently well.

"Oh! By Chaos! That was. that was.That was great, wonderful, absolutely fantastic!"

Ethan smiled when he heard Giles snore. He made him roll on his back and opened his thighs wide, almost quartering him. He then raised his legs high to put them on his shoulders exposing his now flaccid member and especially his loins' entrance. His member stopped a fraction of a second in the opening of his lover's loins then he pushed himself inside, just like that. He sank into Giles catching him under his buttocks, pushing his knees between his thighs. He lay on top of him then and closed his eyes. He decided to sleep so, on top of him and in him.

"My Ripper. mine, mine! You're mine, again. You're my lover again. "

END