TITLE: Amazons 3/7
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Giles/Ethan (graphic slash m/m)
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
E-MAIL: bookmangal@yahoo.fr
CATEGORIES: Adventure; Hurt/Comfort; First Time.
SUMMARY: Zeus intervenes…
DISTRIBUTION: ODD; Slashaholics; Hard Rayne; Giles Slash; GilesSlashaholics. UCSL. Anyone else ask first please.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.
SPOILERS: none.
TIMELINE: AU. End of season 2, after "Becoming II."
WARNING: Character death. Angst.
THANKS: Thank you Edi for your beta reading.
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Ethan woke up with a very painful headache and all his limbs numb. The sorcerer glanced around him and realized, to his great surprise, that he was inside a plane; a jet in flight, that he was still naked and that someone had handcuffed both his wrists and his ankles. Two rows in front of him, Ethan saw two heads, those of the two men who had fired at Giles and at himself with a tranquilizer gun.

The door of the cockpit opened and Quentin Travers appeared. The Chaos Lord understood that 1, he had been kidnapped by the Council, 2, he was going to be brought back to London, and 3, he was probably going to be executed for everything he had done, all this misdeeds. He had, up to now, succeed in escaping from the black operatives from the Council, but this time his luck had abandoned him.

Giles suddenly moaned. Ethan heard him and found the man behind him. With difficulty, he managed to stand up, looked down and saw his lover sprawled on two seats. Giles was still naked too and like him, had his wrists and his ankles restrained. Ethan frowned, intrigued, not understanding why his mate was also a prisoner of the Council. He was the best of all the Watchers, the Slayer's Watcher. Guessing what the sorcerer was thinking, Travers said, "He * let * his Slayer abandon her post, leaving the Hellmouth and the inhabitants of Sunnydale without monitoring and protection, For that he will be judged guilty and condemned to death."

Ethan shivered, imagining the bloodied corpse of his lover, and sat down close to him. He managed to maneuver Giles into his arms to protect him. Travers, still insensitive, continued, "As for you Mr. Rayne, you know why you will be also judged guilty and executed?" Seeing Ethan lovingly rocking Giles, Travers's heart warmed a little and the old man declared, "I won't separate you both. You will die together, I promise you. "

The sorcerer glared at the old Watcher. "How kind of you!" he snapped with irony.

Travers smiled then went to sit down close to his two men and opened the Times. Ethan shook Giles' shoulder to rouse him, in order to tell him what was happening and what was going to happen to them soon, but the Watcher, who had received a larger dose of sedative than he, remained deeply asleep.

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Two hours later

The jet was abruptly shaken by violent turbulence. It fell into an air pocket and was wrapped by lightning. A bolt of lightning suddenly struck the right wing of the plane, ran along the fuselage and engulfed one of the engines, which exploded. The unbalanced plane plunged in the voids among the storm. The pilots managed to stabilize the jet but two minutes later, the plane again hit turbulence even more violent than the first and it was shaken in all directions. The passengers started to panic and fastened their seat belts.

The Captain's voice was heard in the cabin. "The plane will have to be diverted to avoid the storm. Please fasten your safety belts if you haven't already done so."

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One hour later the jet was still stuck in the storm, which was becoming even more violent. It had just plunged into another air pocket when a flash of lightning struck the second engine, and another, the cockpit. The cabin was plunged into darkness as the flight crew lost control of the plane and it began to fall towards the Atlantic... and its passengers howled with terror. The shock when they crashed into the ocean was so violent that all the passengers were thrown from their seats, their safety belts snapped, their broken bodies littering the cabin, except Giles and Ethan who had been thrown against the bodies and not against the wall. The nose of the jet, which was badly damaged on impact, was smashed to pieces against an immense wave, broke into two and water engulfed the cabin. Ethan gave a cry of fright before being hit, like the others, by the mini tidal wave. He clutched Giles' arm, still asleep and in danger of drowning and both were shaken in all directions by the movements of the waves as they were slammed against the walls, sometimes thumping into the dead bodies of the three members of the Council.

The sorcerer gripped Giles firmly against him and succeeded in swimming towards the cockpit, which was nothing more that an open breach through which the frozen ocean had entered the cabin. The two men crossed it then found themselves on the surface of the ocean, bobbing in the middle of very high waves. By chance the lifeboat and the lifejackets that the two black ops had prepared followed them and Ethan saw them thanks to the moonlight. He was just grateful that one of the operatives had released them from their handcuffs in case of an emergency landing, once it became clear how bad the storm was.

Ethan activated the inflation of the lifeboat then painfully hoisted Giles inside. He joined his lover a few seconds later and succeeded in practicing the CPR on him although the lifeboat was shaken by the violent waves. At the end of one minute, which appeared in Ethan to last an eternity, Giles coughed, spit of water, coughed again, rolled on the side and vomited. Haggard, disorientated, soaked, trembling of cold and weakness, Giles was at loss. Passive he looked at Ethan firmly attaching him with straps to what appeared to him to be at the edge of a lifeboat, and then saw the other man attaching himself with other straps close to him, then he moaned in distress, closed his eyes and passed out.

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Much later

Ethan opened his eyes, let out a cry of pain and closed them again at once, blinded by the glare of the sun on the surface of the peaceful ocean. The tempest had stopped. He opened his eyes a little, to force them to adjust to the very sharp clearness, and then he glanced around him. There was blue, peaceful water everywhere, as far as they eye could see. He then turned to Giles who was slumped close to him, prisoner of the straps, which had fastened it with the lifeboat. He freed himself then freed his mate.

He shook his arm to awake him, "Ripper! Ripper! Time to wake up! Come on! Open your eyes!"

The Watcher groaned, nestled his head against Ethan's shoulder and murmured, "Let me sleep, mummy, no school today…" Ethan smiled, amused, then he kissed his lover… who immediately responded with a sleepy kiss then slowly opened his eyes. Hurt by the very bright light, he cried out in pain then hid his face behind his hands.

"Ethan?"

"I'm here, Ripper."

Through his fingers he succeeded in distinguishing a negligible part of the ocean and asked, "What happened? Where are we?"

Ethan sighed. "It's a long story, Ripper. But let me start with the best part of it! Quentin Travers is dead and in hell!" He told the other man everything then added, "And now we're on a lifeboat somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean."

Giles, distressed, grunted then said, "Lost, you forgot to say `we are on a lifeboat lost somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean… both naked, with no water, no food, no sun protection… we're going to die here, Ethan."

Ethan nodded. "I prefer to die here with you than to be killed by one of the Council's assassins in some cavern in the London Compound."

Giles said, "I'd prefer to live and to die a very old man with you in my arms…"

Ethan grinned. "And me inside you?" His throat tightened and his cock hardened as he saw himself buried balls deep in his lover's ass.

The younger man giggled. "Do you think you'll be able to have a hard on at 100+?"

The sorcerer gently laid Giles on the bottom of the lifeboat, gently rocked by the powerless waves and then straddled his hips. "We'll see later. For now, I have one."

Giles giggled, "You're a sex maniac! Do you think it's the right time to have sex?"

The Chaos Lord nodded, "Do you have something else to do?" Then he slid down questing fingers, found what he searched for and pressed against the tight opening.

Giles moaned pleasurably, torn between pushing his aching cock into Ethan's groin or pressing back into the enticing fingers. He finally pulled his legs up and held them by grabbing behind his knees, offering himself to his lover.

"I'm going to fuck you…" The older man said as he gently began pressing a finger inside his lover's anal opening. Giles started to thrust his hips amid moans of pleasure and cries of lust as Ethan pushed in deeper. "Please do! Yes, I want you inside me, Ethan! Please! Please!"

Ethan kissed Giles while working the finger slowly around inside him, then feeling the younger man relax, he slipped a second finger inside and twisted and scissored his mate's opening up ready for him. Giles squirmed, his moan swallowed by Ethan's hungry kiss. After indulging in another heart stopping kiss, the sorcerer began nibbling along his lover's jaw and shoulder where he suckled and bit down as he pressed the third finger into the Watcher's ass searching out the prostate. As he found it, Giles cried out, shuddered and arched his back.

Giles breathed, "Oh God, Ethan, I can't wait!"

"Slut!"

"Need you, now!"

Ethan coated his eager shaft with his saliva and positioned his body. Then he grasped Giles' hips in his hands and pressed himself against the other man's anus and pushed gently but firmly. There was a lot of initial resistance but once past the muscular ring he slid in easily. The Watcher growled with the intense pain and pleasure as he felt himself filled and he wrapped his legs around Ethan, panting as he gradually became used to the delightful sensation. The sorcerer groaned in bliss, his lover was so hot, so tight, and then he withdrew slightly for a better angle and pushed inside again.

"Oh! Oh my God!" Giles cried out as he arched, pushing back onto the impaling cock.

He slipped a hand between their bodies and grasped his aching shaft, stroking in time with his lover's thrusts. Ethan's eyes moved up and down between Giles' green eyes that were darkening by the second and his fingers wrapped around his blood-engorged shaft. The sight of his mate masturbating sent a wave of pleasure and lust through him and he knew he wouldn't last much longer before he climaxed.

The sorcerer sped up his movements, pumping into Giles as hard and as fast as he could and all the while watching the Watcher pulling at his foreskin at top speed, his own orgasm building. Giles' moaning became louder, he screamed with agonized pleasure; his body began shaking then finally exploded, his seminal fluid cascading over his fist and abdomen. Ethan too yelled out as his lover's muscles squeezed his penis and could feel himself being milked, emptying his balls into the hot, tight, opening of his adored companion. As their bodies heaved for breath, the sorcerer lowered himself onto the Watcher, supporting his weight on his forearms. Kissing, they smiled at each other as their bodies calmed.

Giles licked Ethan's lips then said, "Mmmmmm… that was fan-tas-tic, luv. Thank you."

Ethan smiled, proud of him, then reluctantly, and gently, pulled out of his precious love and lay down alongside him. He threw an arm across Giles' chest, holding the man possessively. The Watcher nestled closer and the two dozed off shortly after.

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Three days later

The sun was high in the blue sky when Giles was awoken by the cries of seagulls and the distant sound of crashing waves. The heat was burning, atrocious; one couldn't breathe the air it was so hot. He looked down at Ethan laid in the middle of the lifeboat, sleeping or unconscious, he didn't know. Both of them were dehydrated, famished. Their naked bodies were burnt by the sun, desiccated by the wind and salt and they both were almost blind. The small part of his brain that was still functioning registered the sounds and he understood that Ethan and he were close to the coast, of an island or a continent. He managed to open his eyes and noticed a long, dark line at the horizon that the heat made undulate.

It was an island!

He croaked a cry of joy then weakly shook his companion's arm to wake him, but he couldn't rouse Ethan. He crawled towards the edge of the lifeboat and, gathering his last strength, he started to row with one arm. After five minutes, he had to stop, drained.

He slumped in the lifeboat and blacked out.

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Much later

Ethan woke up at sunset and immediately noticed that the lifeboat was stable, unmoving. He groaned in pain. His eyes felt as if someone had poured a ton of salt on them, leaving them scratchy. He slowly peeled the lids open, letting them adjust to the early morning light. He raised himself painfully and then opened his wide with shock when he saw in front of him a beach and further inland a curtain of trees, then let out a cry of joy, which was strangled in his desiccated throat.

The sorcerer then turned to Giles, laid in the middle of the lifeboat, who was sound asleep and snoring and shook his shoulder to awake him, to tell him the great news: they were on an island! Giles groaned, half opened an eye and murmured something incomprehensible. He rolled on the other side, turning his back to Ethan and fell asleep again. Ethan managed to stand up and gathering, his last strength, lifted Giles in his arms and pulled him out of the lifeboat, towards the beach. A couple of meters further, utterly exhausted, he collapsed on the wet sand, close to his lover, passed out.

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The pouring rain woke Ethan a few hours later. Happily the Chaos Lord let himself be soaked, the cool water cooling his sunburns and moistening his desiccated and blistered skin. He opened his mouth and drank with an infinite pleasure the few drops, which fell there. He suddenly heard Giles moan and looked at him. The younger man had just opened his eyes, also awakened by the rain and the cold. Giles propped himself up on an elbow, more than amazed, and glanced around him. The moonlight made it possible to clearly see their surroundings.

Ethan smiled broadly and said, "We are on an island! We are saved, Ripper. It's a miracle!"

Giles nodded then stood up, his whole body aching, and then held Ethan tightly in his arms before kissing him, crying with joy.

"Let's find some shelter," Ethan proposed while shivering.

The Watcher nodded, "Good idea."

The two men found refuge under a rock projection a few minutes later. There, sheltered from the rain, they snuggled together to keep warm. The two stayed like this for while, neither speaking, both relaxed simply in the pleasure of still being alive and saved, and then they fell asleep.

TBC...
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