Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/G
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. Not mine, please don’t sue me. I just like to play.
Distribution: If you want, just ask. I’m generous.
Spoilers: BtVS through “Beauty and the Beasts”.
Summary: What if when Angel came back from Hell, Buffy told Giles where he was? And what if Giles went to the mansion and Ripper decided to come out and play?
Author’s Notes: This is my sister Stephanie’s fault. She has been betaing for me and requested a naked Giles fic and this took root in my evil little brain.
Warning: This is a lot darker any thing else I have done before. This contains torture and some VERY un-Giles like behavior. You have been warned.
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She told him he was here. She didn’t know how it happened or why, but he was back. She had found him running around like a wild beast and she had taken him to the mansion and chained him up. He was there now, waiting.
The Englishman stood looking at the door of the mansion with both fear and anticipation. The bag in his hand felt heavy. It had been too long since he had last used its contents.
He had told Buffy he needed to go and see him. He told her he had to make sure that it was really him, make sure he wasn’t dangerous. It was all a lie. He wanted to make sure that he was suffering. He wanted to be a part of that suffering, starting now.
Giles opened the front door of the mansion and quickly made his way into the main foyer. Chained to the opposite wall of the Watcher was the one person he hated about all others…Angel. He took a moment to stare at the man huddled near the floor, chains pulled taut as he tried to curl himself into a ball.
Comfort. That’s what he needed. Buffy had stabbed him and sent him Hell with his soul intact. He had been from here for only a few months, but hell dimensions tend to move at a different time frame. He could have there dozens, even hundreds of years. Hundreds of years of unrelenting suffering. Giles was about to add another day.
Dropping the bag on the ground, Giles was surprised to see that the vampire didn’t even flinch at the sound. He decided to try and get the monsters attention.
“Angel?” he called. The vampire simply continued to rock himself on the balls of his feet.
Not receiving a response, he tried another approach. “Angelus?” he asked. Again he received nothing from the vampire.
Suddenly a thought hit Giles and he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Puppy?”
This time the vampire’s head popped up and looked at the man with the most pained eyes he had ever seen. <Good> he thought.
“So, puppy” he spat. “It looks like they broke you wherever the hell you were. Let’s see what Ripper can do, shall we?”
The Englishman bent down and opened the bag at his feet. He reached in and pulled out the soft leather lash. <It’s been too long> he thought. As he stood, he brought the highly worn leather up and inhaled deeply. He loved the smell and feel of the leather lash. It had a strap that fit perfectly around his hand so that it was no longer just a tool, but an extension of the man himself.
Slowly, Giles snaked out his tongue to taste the lash in his hand. He practically moaned as the memories washed over him. Yes, it had been too long.
He walked over to the vampire who had been watching his every movement since he had called to him. He whimpered as his newest tormentor closed in on him.
Giles looked down into the pleading eyes of the vampire and harshly brought down the lash across his back. The vampire howled at the return of the torture he thought he had escaped. A large red welt began to form across his back where the lash made contact. Ripper reveled in the sound of the vampire’s cry and struck him again.
Twelve blows later, Giles stood above the quivering man, panting. He was a young man the last time he had performed such a task and now he was anything but a young man. He was older, wiser and beaten. This man, this monster at his feet had taken from him the things he loved most. Giles was still in his hell and he wanted Angel to remain in his.
Satisfied with the state of his captive, Giles realized that he was extremely hard. That probably had to do with what normally happened when he used these tools. Beating and fucking…those had been the days.
Giles reached down and roughly grabbed the vampire by the hair and wrenched his head back to look him in the eye. “Puppy” he practically growled. “If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll give you a treat.”
Angel said nothing, but continued to stare into the human’s eyes.
Giles released the dark hair and harshly slapped the vampire’s face. “Do you understand me? I want you to answer me.”
Angel simply continued to stare, but nodded slowly.
“Very good” Giles drawled as he again released the hair in his fingers. He reached over and began to undo his pants. He let them fall to his feet before pulling the boxers down as well. He wrapped his fingers around his painfully hard cock and began to stroke it gently as he stared into the vampire’s eyes.
“Now puppy” he whispered making sure each word was easily understood. “You are going to suck my cock and you are going to do a good job to try and make me happy. Do you understand?”
Angel slowly nodded his head.
“Oh, and puppy” Giles said grabbing the mans face and digging in his fingernails just to make sure he had his attention. “No teeth or I will force a whole bottle of holy water down your throat.”
Angel simply nodded his head again. Knowing that his tormentor was waiting, the vampire leaned forward and licked the tip of the man’s hard cock. The small drop of pre cum coated the vampire’s tongue and he purred.
The watcher took a step closer to the restrained vampire to give him better reach. When he did, Angel took Giles entire length down his throat. The Englishman gasped at the feeling of the man’s mouth on his straining erection. He quickly wove his fingers into the dark hair and held on for dear life. Apparently, Angel had done this quite a bit in Hell because he was quite skilled at it.
Angel did as he was told. He knew from experience that he needed to please his tormentor or else his punishment would be much worse. He waited for the blows to start. He always was beaten while performing for tormentors, but now it never came.
Giles was in heaven. Angel’s mouth was creating wonderful feelings inside of him. It had been so long since he felt anything like this. He began to thrust into the waiting mouth of the vampire. Angel took him down fully and contracted his throat muscles, trying to increase the other mans pleasure. He knew he was close, so he started to purr.
Feeling the vibrations coming from the vampire’s throat, Giles felt his balls tighten as his orgasm came crashing down on him. He grabbed Angel’s head tighter with both hands and held him still as the last of his cum poured down his throat.
The vampire was confused. His tormentors never came in his mouth before. They always pulled out and came on his face or other parts of his body, only to use it later in some new type of torture.
Giles slowly back away from the restrained vampire and tried to catch his breath. He looked at the man on the floor and felt a pang of guilt. He quickly pushed that thought quickly away and reached into his bag for the next implement to use on the person he hated most in the world.
Deciding that he was tired of the restraint of clothing, Giles swiftly removed the remainder of what he was wearing to stand naked in front of his captive audience. “Stand up” he told the waiting vampire.
Quickly complying, Angel stood on shaky legs and kept his head down.
“Turn around” Giles said. As soon as Angel had his back to the watcher, the Englishman brought his fist down with the brass knuckles tucked inside. He felt the satisfying feel of cracking bone at the contact. An evil grin graced his face as Ripper enjoyed the feeling of beating the man to a pulp. With each blow, Angel howled in pain and with each blow Giles yelled another thing that he felt Angel had done as an injustice to him.
Giles was brought out of his violent trance when he heard the man whisper, “Please”.
Realizing he was going too far, Giles stopped his assault on the man’s back and harshly turned him around. Quickly attacking his pants, Giles seemed intent on ridding the vampire of the last of his clothing. Once the pants were off, Giles ordered the man to bend over. The vampire immediately complied and waited for his next torture to begin.
Giles decided against taking the man dry and reached into his bag to find the lube he had hidden inside. Coating his cock liberally, the watcher placed the head of his cock at the vampire’s entrance. Without further preparation, he pushed forward and breeched the tight ring of muscle. They both whimpered at the feeling and neither moved for a few moments. Regaining his composure, Giles grabbed the vampire’s hips and thrust in fully.
His original plan was to fuck the vampire raw, but now that he was encased inside the man, Giles decided that wasn’t what he truly wanted. This just felt too good. He was going to take his time. He thrust in and out slowly, enjoying the feeling of the man around him.
“Oh, so bloody tight” he moaned. He knew that he would not be able to last very long like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing Giles cared about was not feeling the emptiness of his soul for just a little while and if he found that in the vampire, then so be it.
Angel was confused. This was nothing like what he was used, but if he could give the man some pleasure, maybe he would stop his torment for just a few moments.
Giles continued his even thrusts as he felt himself near his peak. “Gods, yes Angel!” he shouted as filled the cool vampire with his warm cum.
Completely spent, Giles pulled out and leaned against the wall for support. He then tiredly slumped down the wall.
When Angel saw that the man was done with him, he crouched down, trying to hide from his next torment.
Giles looked over at the vampire and realized that his actions must have felt good, because he was now displaying an impressive hard on. He picked up the lube and tossed it at the vampire and said, “Here, you can finish yourself off.”
Angel stared at the bottle that was now lying at his feet. He picked it up, but had no idea what to do with it.
Giles watched the man struggling with the bottle of lube. Suddenly he felt sorry for the person who was the subject of all of his hate. He reached over and took the bottle away from the frustrated vampire. Angel looked at Giles with pleading eyes. He didn’t understand what was happening. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He was never allowed any type of release by his tormentors.
The watcher saw the confusion and desperation in his eyes. He covered the vampire’s erection with a generous amount of lube and tentatively began to stroke him. Angel looked at his captor with confusion.
Giles gripped the vampire’s cock tighter and sped up his caresses. Feeling the change in the pace, Angel threw his head back and moaned quietly. He made sure never to take his eyes off his captor. The Englishman watched the vampire as he threw his head back in pleasure and was amazed at how erotic he looked. He could tell the man was close, but he wouldn’t let himself go over the edge. Suddenly, Giles knew why.
“Puppy” she said, making sure to get his attention. “I want you to cum.”
Once those words were out of his mouth, he felt the cock in his hand begin to throb as the vampire found his release. Soon the watcher’s hand was covered in ropes and ropes of the vampire’s cum. He howled the most excruciating sound Giles had ever heard. It was even worse than the sounds he had made when he had been tortured. He looked at the man who was panting needlessly.
Giles suddenly felt extremely tired. He looked over at Angel, who was almost half asleep himself. He went over to the mantle and picked up the key to release the restrained man. Once he opened the manacles, he told the vampire, “Come on”.
Angel slowly stood up on shaky legs and followed the watcher into the bedroom he had once used. Giles pulled back the covers and fell into the bed, squirming slightly against the silk sheets. Angel waited for instructions as he watched the man snuggling into bed.
“Come on” Giles said as he pulled just the sheet up to cover his waist, leaving his chest open to the vampire’s watchful eyes. Angel climbed onto the bed and moved to the foot of the bed where he curled up into a ball at his captors feet. Giles sighed as he looked down at Angel and wondered what he was going to do now. When he first came over here, he had only thought about punishing the man for all of the injustices Giles had to face because of him. Now the man was curled at his feet waiting for his next command.
“Puppy” he whispered. “Come on.” He motioned for the man to come and rest next to him on the bed.
Angel slowly crawled up the bed and rested his head on the pillow next to the watcher. He watched him intently as the man tried to sleep. Slowly he reached over and traced a scar under the curly chest hair of the resting man. He found another and traced it as well. The more looked, the more he saw. Scars like lattice work telling a story of torture. Realization dawned on the vampire and he began to cry.
“Giles” he whispered in a harsh voice. It was hard to speak, but he had to say it. “I am so sorry.”
“Angel?” the watcher questioned as he looked into the vampire’s red eyes. Angel simply nodded, unable to say anymore. Giles reached his arm around the man’s shoulders and pulled him to his side. Angel instinctively curled around the man holding him, reveling in his comfort and warmth. “Welcome to my own personal version of hell, Angel.”
And both men fell into a restful sleep for the first time in much too long.
~the end~