TITLE: Raped 3/6
AUTHOR: Anne
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The Mansion…

Buffy shivered discovering two big bloodstains on the table of the lounge, and the holes just in the middle.

"Xander!"

Xander abandoned Willow and Oz who were holding Giles near, sitting on the couch and joined Buffy.

"Bend over the table and put your hands where there are bloodstains."

Xander complied. Buffy noticed that Xander's buttocks just overtook of the table. She paled.

"It's here that Angel and probably his minions raped Giles. He nailed his hands and his wrists on the table to prevent him from moving."

"Bastard!"

"Ethan and you bring Giles here."

*

Buffy, her throat squeezed by nausea replaced Giles in the position where Angelus had placed him on the table. She then turned to her friends and asked them to leave. They silently went and made their way into the garden, exchanging gloomy glances. Only Ethan stayed with her and Giles.

"Do it, Ethan."

She took a long breath then removed Giles' bathrobe. She pushed aside his buttocks cheeks so that Ethan could slide a penis of pink latex up in there. She turned her face to the opposite side, wanting to vomit.

Giles had a light start when he felt the tip of the false sex touching his anus and he pushed a choked shout when the member of latex forced his sphincter and sank into him. Ethan, paled, stomach turning, he made the false penis penetrate a little more, and then he removed it. Giles sobbed once and began trembling with all his body. Ethan again pushed the penis of latex in the opening of his loins, tears running on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm so sorry."

He made it penetrate farther and removed it almost completely. He did it again several times, until Giles broke into sobs.

Buffy raised him and he collapsed at her feet. He curled up in the fetal position.

"Giles, it's Buffy!" She cupped his face and forced him to look at her. "It's over, Giles. It's over."

"Buff … Buffy." He launched himself at her and held her tightly, crying in her arms.

"Ethan, help me to raise him."

As soon as Ethan put his hand on Giles's arm the Watcher roared and shouted: "Don't touch me!"

"Okay Ethan, Giles doesn't want to be touched by you. Please let us alone."

Giles snuggles up in Buffy's arms. "My Buffy, my Buffy, my Buffy, my Buffy, my Buffy…"

*
* *

Giles' place later…

Buffy settled Giles on the couch between several big pillows to prevent him from collapsing in sleep. She then took charge of him as a mother with her young child, making him eat and drink to re-hydrate him and to give him some strength. The poor man was in such a state of exhaustion that he could do nothing or almost.

Buffy again raised the glass of water to Giles's lips. He shook his head, in slow motion.

"Sleep." He breathed.

"Drink Giles."

He drank a little water then Buffy pricked another piece of omelette with her fork and brought it to his mouth.

"One for Buffy."

He grumbled. "Not hungry. Sleep."

Giles closed his eyes and rested his head on Buffy's shoulder. He was so tired he so wanted to sleep.

"Sleep." *

Buffy slipped Giles between the cool sheets. She slid the pillow under his head then pulled the bedspread up on his shoulders. She finally kissed him on his forehead.

"Good night, Giles."

He made an extraordinary effort to reopen his eyes but his extreme weakness prevented him from it.

"Mmmmmm. Buffy stay. Want not to be alone. Please."

She nodded. "Buffy stay? All right."

Buffy lay down next to him and took his hand. "I'm here Giles. You're safe. Sleep."

"Buffy came back. Happy."

"I shan't leave you any more Giles. Ever."

"Love Buffy."

She blinked twice. "WHAT? You love me? You're in love with me?"

"Yes...."

Buffy smiled broadly. It was magnificent! Fantastic! Giles was in love with her.

"Have you loved me for a long time?"

"Forever."

Buffy curled up against Giles, one arm around him, her face against his chest.

*
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Buffy woke up the following morning in Giles's arms. Her Watcher was half lying on her. She immediately felt something hard and warm pressing against the juncture of her thighs. She moved back a little from Giles and he grumbled with reproach. She gently stroked his cheek then kissed him on his forehead and on his lips.

"I love you, Giles." She made him turn on his back and slid her hand on his chest covered with brown hair. He was so thin, she could see his ribs and his skin was so fine she could see his veins. His muscles seemed to have melted. She grinned. She would make him the Giles he was before she ran away by cooking for him (she had learnt in LA) and training with him. He would find his athlete's body by the end of a month.

Giles moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced one moment at the ceiling, his look frantic then he felt a small warm hand on his stomach and turned to Buffy.

"Good morning, Giles."

He smiled. "Hmm… good morning Buffy."

She bent towards him and kissed him, a light kiss, without the tongue, very chaste.

Giles blinked. "You-you have kissed me."

Buffy nodded and grinned. "Excellent observation Giles. Yes, I kissed you because I love you, more than anything."

Tears of joy ran down Giles' cheeks. "I love you too, Buffy. So much! I'm so happy."

"Giles, I want you." Buffy said.

He smiled. "I want you too, luv, but not now. I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent."

"Oh! Can you manage to get up and walk?"

"Let's see."

He put his bathrobe on and got up. As soon as he stood on his feet, his legs seemed to weigh tons. His knees shied away under him and he collapsed on the carpet. Buffy raised him and supported him so that he wouldn't fall. She helped him to go down the stairs and they went to the bathroom. Giles stopped in front of the toilet seat, very embarrassed.

"I-I think I'm going to manage…" He said to Buffy. "You-you can release me Buffy."

She released him and he fell like deadweight.

She raised him. "No, I don't believe you're going to manage Giles. Go on! Don't be childish. Do what you have to do."

"Hmm." He emptied his bladder moaning with pleasure. Buffy then brought him near the bathtub and she took his bathrobe off. She made the warm water run, removed her nightdress (one of Giles Oxford shirts) awkwardly and slid under the warm water with him.

"Oh my God!"

Buffy was naked and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. She was magnificent! Superb! A Greek goddess! His pulse accelerated and he felt a sudden heat invading his lower belly and his loins began to prickle him. His penis was half erect now and he began growling like a wild beast.

"No, no, no, Giles. Later. You're in poor shape. Oh my God, did I really say that?" She made him revolve. "Okay Giles. Now lean against the wall while I wash you. "

Giles complied. He had a violent start when Buffy roamed the washcloth covered with peppermint shower gel on his buttocks. He suddenly gave a shout and stiffened. He collapsed on the bathtub, tightening his knees against his chest, trembling and began sobbing.

Buffy knelt down near him and gently stroked his cheek to comfort him. "I'm sorry, Giles." Tears appeared in her eyes. "It's my fault. If I had killed Angelus sooner, nothing would have happened. Angelus wouldn't have… Please forgive me."

He raised his head. "I don't have to forgive you. What happened isn't your fault, Buffy."

She kissed him again. "You're a wonderful man, Rupert Giles. I don't deserve you."

He caressed her cheek. "My Buffy …"

"Yours, always."

Buffy washed-caressed-kissed Giles for almost an hour helped him to get out of the bathtub and then helped him to sit on the stool. She covered his cheeks with mentholated foam and when she wanted to shave him, Giles pulled her to him. He made her sit down on his knees. Their sexes made contact and both gave a small shout, as if electrocuted.

Buffy giggled. "Naughty boy! "

He grinned like one. Buffy threw the razor in the washbasin, took the hard penis in her right hand and guided it towards her sex pounding with desire. She wrapped her arms on his back and pushed him into her, gradually, savoring every inch.

Giles began moaning then panting. When Buffy felt his member reaching the heart of her vagina, she had a violent orgasm then shook her pelvis so that he really went in the heart of her. When she was well impaled on Giles, she uttered a long delighted growl. She used both of her hands to cup his buttocks, and bring herself as close as possible to him. Giles arched then nested his head on Buffy's shoulder.

She stroked his sweaty back, then hung on to his shoulders and began moving up and down, rubbing herself against his penis, hollowing her loins, opening and closing her thighs, emitting a small sigh of pure pleasure.

When Buffy noticed that Giles was collapsing against her, she shook him and he reopened his eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry, Buffy." He murmured, blushing ashamed.

Buffy kissed him on his forehead. "Poor Watchermine. You need rest. You need to sleep."

He grumbled. "No, I want you."

"No, you need to sleep first."

*
* *

Buffy helped Giles walk to the couch. He had no strength left to climb the stairs leading to his bedroom. The Watcher frowned. Ethan was sprawled on the couch sound asleep.

Buffy nodded. "Oh! Yes Ethan. I had forgotten that he was there. Ethan? Ethan?" She yelled: " Ethan wake up!"

Ethan woke up with a start and raised himself on his elbows. "What? What happened? Oh! Buffy, it's you. Hello Ripper, you feel better?"

"What are you doing here?" Giles growled.

"Be gentle with him, Giles." Buffy told him. "Ethan found you almost dead and drove you to the hospital. He saved your life and he got you out of the psychiatric department. And then cast a spell so that everybody forgot you were ever there."

"Hmm. Why did you save my life Ethan? Do you love that I smash your face and kick your arse?"

Ethan laughed. " Don't tempt me." He became very serious. "I would like to speak to you Ripper, in private."

Buffy helped Giles sit on the couch and left. "I'm going to prepare some breakfast."

"First of all, I want to say that I'm deeply sorry about… what happened to you. Sincerely."

"Oh! You do know this word Ethan?" Giles said, sarcastic. "Then?"

"Then… I still have difficulty in believing it. I recently learnt that you and I were brothers, Ripper."

Giles blinked. "It's completely impossible. "

Ethan shook his head. "It's true. But you don't remember it. Our father has erased it from your memory."

"You lie!"

"No, I don't lie to you, Ripper. It was because I was attracted by evil; our father separated me from you, so that I could not "contaminate" you. I was 15 years old and you 12. He used magic so that you wouldn't remember having a brother. He used it on me too, so that I would forget you and so that I would forget him, mom our house, everything! He also used it so that I would accept the parents he had found for me, oh nice people, for my real parents. It is the truth I swear it! Before dying, my mother revealed the entire story to me to relieve her conscience. You and I have the same blood. I'm your elder brother. And fate made us find each other in London, you and I years later." He chuckled. "Our father failed, by coming together with me, you became evil, as I, and then you even became worse than me. Our father was furious!"

"I don't believe you."

"We're brothers Ripper. That's why you didn't manage to hurt me much, while you wanted to beat me to a bloody pulp. That's why you didn't manage to kill me. You just can't."

Giles paled, bewildered.

"Do you have proof?"

Ethan smiled. "I have much better than that."

He put his hands on Giles's forehead. Giles moved back and tensed his muscles.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you."

Giles stood still and relaxed. The sorcerer pronounced some words in Latin then removed his hands. " "Awwww!"

Giles took his head between his two hands, his mind assailed by thousands of images and sounds. He slumped on his back and closed his eyes moaning. 2 minutes later, he reopened his eyes and glanced at Ethan, blankly. Ethan smiled at him.

"I've undone our father's spell and all of your memories have come back to you. I did the same thing for me." He took Giles' hand. "Do you believe me now?"

Giles nodded, and began crying.

"Ethan?"

"Yes, Ripper?"

"Hug me please?"

"Then you aren't mad at me anymore? You forgive me?"

"Yes, yes."

Ethan pulled Giles to him and held him tightly. Giles burst into sobs against his shoulder. He calmed down bit by bit while the sleep claimed him. Ethan lay him down on the couch, slid a pillow under his head and held his hand until he fell asleep.

"Sleep well, my brother."

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