Elisabeth (dragonydreams) wrote in summer_of_giles,

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Fic: Always On My Mind 1/6 (Giles/Ethan) R

Author's Note: I had taken this to work on my new flash drive so that I could start posting earlier in the day, only to discover that my work computer doesn't have USB ports that are easy to access. So instead of getting the story in four posts spread throughout the day, I'll be posting it all at once.

Title: Always On My Mind
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: R
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: Giles can't get Ethan out of his mind.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: My site, my LJ, summer_of_giles, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to kallie_kat & wickedfox for the beta.
Note: Written for summer_of_giles 2007.


Ethan sat in the back seat of the military issue SUV, his hands bound behind his back. Next to him sat a dim-witted looking young man who had sat with his eyes forward since the beginning of his forced trip fifteen minutes ago. He was the one Ripper and that annoying Slayer had spoken with before packing him off like a disobedient child.

'Disobedient, indeed,' Ethan mused. 'They should know better than to think I'll allow myself to be carted off like this. While it's not entirely surprising that Ripper would try to retaliate, I must admit that I am disappointed in his choice of retribution. No matter. If I can't get myself away from these Neanderthals myself, he'll just have to do it for me.'

Sliding down in his seat, Ethan created a small space between his back and the seat behind him. He clenched his jaw as he used a fingernail to draw blood on the palm of his hand. This was no easy task, as his nails were perfectly manicured at all times. Let it not be said that Ethan Rayne was a man who lacked determination when the situation called for it.

Once a small amount of blood had welled to the surface, he used the index finger from his other hand to draw a crude symbol on his palm. As the symbol took shape, his lips moved, silently uttering a spell.

"Hey, what are you doing?" his companion asked in alarm upon seeing Ethan's silently moving lips. Getting no response, Ethan felt a gun being pressed against his arm. "Stop it. Stop doing that, now!"

Completing his spell, Ethan allowed a smirk to grow. He met the nervous eyes of his captor and said, "No need to resort to violence. I'm finished."

"What did you do?"

"Is a man no longer allowed to pray on the way to his execution?" Ethan asked.

The soldier frowned. "We're not going to kill you."

"Oh, no?" Ethan quirked an eyebrow, his disbelief evident. "Ripper knows that no jail will be able to hold me for long. Although why he would hand me over the military, I have no idea. Care to enlighten me?"

"Mr. Giles knows who we are and why you're being taken in. You'll find out for yourself soon enough."

"Not even a little hint?"

Resuming his forward-facing pose, the soldier said, "No."

Ethan closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the seat. It didn't matter what awaited him at their destination, he'd be free from the prison soon. One way or another.

As Giles sat reading in his flat, a shiver ran down his spine.

Chapter One

Five days after Ethan had turned Giles into a Fyarl demon found Giles alone, again, in his flat, cleaning. He had his shirtsleeves rolled up past his elbows as he attempted to keep his books dust-free. He knew it was a foolhardy attempt, but Buffy had been complaining lately that his home smelled mustier than the library had.

As Buffy was out, again, with Riley; and Willow was spending the evening with Xander, and God bless her, Anya, Giles took advantage of a free evening to clean. Although, really, he seemed to spend most of his time alone these days, the children having "better" things to do than visit an old man.

"What did the books do to make you dust them so hard?" Willow asked, having used her key to get in.

Giles jumped slightly, not having heard her enter. "Willow, I didn't hear you come in. I thought you were spending the evening with Xander and Anya."

"I knocked before using my key," Willow said, not wanting him to think she was barging in on him. "Anya managed to chase me out after a couple of hours by constantly talking about all of the things she and Xander were going to do (in bed) after I left. I don't know who was blushing more, me or Xander, so I decided to leave before she started acting out any of them."

"A wise idea," Giles agreed. "So you decided to come here?"

Willow shrugged, sitting on the couch. "I wasn't ready to go home. Buffy's never home this early when she goes out with Riley."

"I'm not complaining," Giles insisted. "It's a wonderful surprise."

Willow frowned. "Me showing up here shouldn't surprise you. You're my friend."

"I know that, Willow. I didn't mean to imply that you weren't." Giles sat the feather duster aside and moved towards the kitchen. "Where are my manners? Would you care for anything to drink? Some tea perhaps?"

"Tea would be great, but don't go to any trouble."

"I'm English, making tea is no trouble at all," Giles assured her.

Unaware that he was doing so, Giles traced the mark of Eyghon showing on his forearm as those words sparked a memory of a life he tried to forget.

~ Flashback ~

"You're such a fishwife, Ripper," Ethan cajoled from the ragged couch in their bed-sit.

"Who're you calling a 'wife'? I want a cuppa, so I'm making tea. 'Sides, as I recall, I wasn't the one begging to have his arse shagged last night."

Ethan smirked, shifting against the lumpy cushions. "All in good time."

Ripper peeked his head around the corner and glared at Ethan. "Not on your life, mate. So long as this keeps going on, I'll be the one doing the buggering."

"No need to get pissy," Ethan said. "I'm perfectly pleased with our arrangement."

Ripper returned, carrying two steaming cups of tea, setting one down in front of Ethan. He picked up the book Ethan had wanted to show him. "This it then?"

"The one and only; for now at least." Ethan leaned against Ripper, in theory to get a better look at the image displayed in the book, but he really just wanted to enjoy the physical contact. "The Mark of Eyghon."

Ripper read over the ritual and it seemed simple enough; after they all wore the Mark. "Who'd you have in mind to do this with?"

He wasn't to thrilled with the idea of sharing Ethan with anyone else, but he had a hard time resisting when Ethan started on about how fantastic the sex would be while high on magick. Especially with the others.

"I was thinking Phil and Tom, and Deirdre to make things interesting," Ethan said, curious as to what Ripper's reaction would be at the inclusion of Deirdre.

"You want to bring a girl into it?" Ripper exploded, getting to his feet.

"Not for me, no," Ethan rushed to say, moving to press against Ripper's back. "Since you seem unwilling or unable to give them up, I thought it might entertain you further, especially considering it would be that wet dream Deirdre. Consider it as a token of my appreciation; when we summon Eyghon you get to shag a bird, just like your dreadfully moral upbringing would insist on."

Ripper laughed mirthlessly. "My morals don't seem to have a place here. I don't know that I want to put her at risk."

"Perhaps I'm reaching, but it's not particularly up to us if she's interested," Ethan pointed out. "We'll extend a persuasive invitation and see what she says. If we play up the sex angle I'd wager she'll be inclined to accept, she's wanted you since the day you met her." Ethan slid his hands down to cup Ripper's hardening cock. "Then again, everyone who's met you wants to shag you."

Ripper turned in the circle of Ethan's arms. "Guess you're so lucky I took a fancy to you then, since apparently I could have had any bloke or bird I wanted."

"You've any bloody idea how desirable you are?" Ethan mused, pressing his body against Ripper's.

"Show me," Ripper said, pulling Ethan the short distance to their bed.

~ End Flashback ~

The thud of Giles dropping the full kettle drew Willow to the kitchen.

"Giles, what happened?" Willow asked, looking at the water spread across the floor.

Giles shook his head, keeping his back to Willow to try to hide the erection his memory had caused.

"N-nothing to worry about. I was distracted by something and it slipped from my fingers. Go back to the living room so that I can clean this up," Giles said.

"Are you sure?" Willow asked, placing a comforting hand on Giles' back.

In his current state, Giles flinched away from the touch, his body screaming at him to turn around and take Willow there in the kitchen. The fact that he'd found himself growing more attracted to Willow the older she'd gotten did nothing to help his cause. He wanted so badly to pull Willow to him and crush her full lips under his. He wanted to take her perky breasts in his hands and pinch her nipples into hard peaks. He wanted to pull off her jeans, lift her onto the counter and fuck her senseless.

"I'm sure," he barked, stepping away from her touch. His body shuddered with arousal.

Unfortunately, his harsh tone only concerned Willow more. "No, something's definitely not right here. Just tell me what it is and maybe I can help."

"You don't want to help with this," Giles sneered, a little Ripper creeping into his voice.

"So something is wrong," Willow said, glad that he was at least admitting it.

"Willow, please," Giles said, sounding pained. "It's nothing you need worry about. Just go back to the other room, I'll mop this mess up and come out."

Willow looked unsure, but slowly turned back to the door. "If you're sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure," Giles said, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'll be out soon."

Once he was certain that Willow had left, he gripped the counter and willed his body to relax. He didn't understand what was happening to him. First to have such a vivid memory of the better times with Ethan and then to nearly lose control so completely with Willow was very uncharacteristic of him.

Continued here
Tags: fic type: multi-part, fic type: slash, giles/ethan, z_creator: dragonydreams

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