TITLE: Raped 5/6
AUTHOR: Anne
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When Buffy pushed the door of Giles' apartment open, the living room was dark and silent. It was not normal. She shivered recognizing the smell, which floated in the room: it was strong, salty, and metallic. It was the smell of blood. She put her bags at her feet and switched on the light.

"Oh my God!" She breathed, her eyes wide with horror.

His feet from the balustrade of the loft suspended Ethan, upside down, immobile, about a yard above the floor. A big pool of blood was just under his head.

Buffy, shivering moved to the sorcerer and noticed that someone had cut his neck. It was a small cut, nick, just made over the jugular vein. The poor man had slowly emptied of his blood, feeling everything as bit-by-bit he was dying.

"Oh my God!" She repeated, the sickness squeezing her throat. She paled. "Giles! Giles where are you? GILES?"

She frantically looked for him in all the rooms and did not find him. The one who had killed Ethan must have taken him with. Who could it be? Ethan had numerous and redoubtable enemies. What was he going to do to Giles? Kill him?

Buffy her head full of questions and suppositions untied Ethan's corpse and lay him down on the floor. She noticed that there was a piece of paper pushed in Ethan's mouth and she removed it. It was almost covered with blood, but she was able to read:

"I'm back. Angelus."

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In the Mansion later…

Little Giles, terrified, and nauseous, had curled up in a corner of the lounge of the Mansion. Angelus, sat not far astride on a chair, looked at him with a small sadistic smile.

"My! My! I still can't believe that you're a boy again Rupert, physically, at least. This time I'm not going to rape you. I'm a demon, it's true, but not a pervert. I'm not going to torture you either, I can't bear the shouts of children, it's so disagreeable, but I'm going to drink your blood. I can't decide between killing you or turning you into a small vampire. I don't know what would make Buffy suffer the most, seeing your corpse and bury you in the cemetery or to have to plunge her stake in your little heart. What do you think Rupie?

Little Giles regained his composure and launched: "I think she's going to kill you, you pillock!"

"Tss! Tss! Such language from a child's mouth!" He laughed. "She almost managed to kill me… I mean Angel before I went to hell, very interesting place. The Devil has made my soul disappear again and has sent me back here so that I can make Buffy suffer the most possible before I kill her, and I've begun my mission. The poor girl must be terribly worried for her Watcher boy. She's going to come here, and will discover your corpse … Oh yes! I chose. You're going to die, Rupert. She will have her heart broken by discovering your small dead body at my feet. Indeed! Enough talk!"

The vampire moved to little Giles. Little Giles hit Angelus with his fists and his feet, but he doesn't manage to hurt him. He had the strength of a 6-year-old child. His face was suddenly illuminated with enjoyment when he saw Buffy rushing at Angelus.

Little Giles was too tired to watch the entire combat and he peacefully fell asleep on the floor.

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Giles' bedroom later…

Buffy bent towards little Giles sprawled on his bed. He stirred and murmured something unintelligible. She offered him her most beautiful smile (a maternal one) when he opened his eyes.

"How are you?"

"Ethan? Is he… ?" immediately breathed the child.

Buffy's face darkened. "Angelus killed him, Giles. I settled him on his bed, in his room. Willow has cast a spell to preserve his body, until the time when we can find a spell to resuscitate him. The guys have spent all day looking for one in your books. They haven't found anything yet, but they will find a spell, I'm sure of it. We shall return Ethan to you."

"I know a spell which will resuscitate him Buffy. No magical ingredients are needed. I'm going to chant it right away."

"No, not yet. You have to rest."

"No! No! I'm going to chant!"

Little Giles wanted to stand up. Buffy prevented him by pressing a little on his shoulder.

"Giles that can wait a little. Ethan isn't at risk of falling to dust."

"You're right. Did you kill Angelus? "

Buffy shook her head. "No, he managed to run away. However, I'm going to find him and this time I shall kill him. I promise." She kissed little Giles on his forehead. "Now, sleep."

The little boy squeezed up against Buffy then fell asleep, his head nested on her breasts.

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A shout of absolute terror awakened Buffy with a start in the middle of the night. She raised herself on her elbows. It was Ethan who was shouting and his shout sounded like Giles' when he was in the psychiatric ward. Pure dismay. She gently pushed little Giles away. He had taken her stomach for pillow. She got up. When she entered Ethan's room, she noticed that Ethan had found refuge under the table placed against the wall. He was sweaty and trembling all over his body. He was tightening his knees against his chest and was shaken by convulsive shivers. His glance was haunted.

When Buffy knelt down near him, he choked a shout and rolled about in a ball, protecting his head with his arms. Buffy suddenly saw little Giles come to kneel down near her.

His was pale and grave. "I knew that it would happen. Ethan was in hell having died. The demons have tortured him, ad infinitum, leaving him no break, and in every possible way. They even used methods, which we can't imagine. He came back, but traumatized. I'm going to take charge of him."

Ethan moaned when little Giles touched his arm. "Buffy, help me. Lay him down on the floor."

Buffy had to use Slayer strength to manage to lay Ethan down on the floor because he wanted to stay under the table rolled in a ball. When he was on his back, little Giles lay on top of him and closed his arms around his sides. Ethan repositioned in a ball, embracing little Giles who began speaking to him gently, softly:

"You're alive again, you're back Ethan. You don't have to be afraid. I'm here. I love you."

He repeated it until Ethan relaxed and loosened his embrace. Little Giles continued to tighten him.

"Ethan, come back to me please. I need you. You're my brother, my only family. I need you."

He also repeated it until the sorcerer came out of his fear and began crying. He cried about 30 minutes during which little Giles stayed against him. They eventually fell asleep so, the one against the other.

Buffy took a blanket, covering them up to their shoulders with it, then went to sit down on the bed. She watched them sleeping for a moment then she lay down on the bed. She could sleep in peace again because Willow had cast a spell to prevent Angelus from entering the apartment.

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Ethan woke up first many hours later and recognized his bedroom. Tears of joy immediately ran down his cheeks. He was alive and in the world of the human beings. Rupert had brought him back. Good Rupert. He raised himself on his elbows and smiled widely discovering Rupert sound asleep on top of him. He giggled then. Rupert's pajamas were white and covered with small blue and pink rabbits.

The door opened and Buffy entered the room, dressed in Giles's bathrobe, her hair wet.

"Hey! Good morning, Ethan. How do you feel?"

He sighed. "Alive."

"Fortunately for you, Giles knew a spell to resurrect the dead."

She slowly lifted little Giles in her arms and lay him down on the bed. He moaned and murmured:

"Mummy, mummy."

Buffy caressed his cheek, and then helped Ethan get up. He staggered and smiled to thank Buffy.

"I believed that this Angelus was a kind vampire." Ethan said. "That's why I invited him to enter." He touched his throat where Angelus had cut him and felt the skin only. "Having died, I went to hell. It was…" His throat squeezed up and he had difficulty in swallowing. "It was… there are no words to describe what I underwent."

He had a long shudder, very violent, which left him ice-cold.

"Don't think of it anymore, Ethan." He sighed. "Easy to say. I'm going to use magic to destroy my soul when I shall die, so I shall not return to hell. I'll disappear into the nothingness. No more Ethan, nothing."

Little Giles stirred and opened his eyes. Buffy tightened him in her arms and gave him a big cuddle.

"Good morning my little Watcher."

"Good morning Buffy." He looked at Ethan. "Good morning Ethan. How do you feel?"

"Alive, thanks to you. I'm certainly going to have nightmares every night up to my death, but I'm fine. I'm pleased you brought me back, Rupert."

"You're my brother, Ethan."

Ethan smirked. "Fortunately, otherwise you would have let me be tortured in hell for eternity."

"No doubt about it old mate."

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Buffy suddenly entered the bathroom, very excited. Little Giles squeaked a shout of surprise. Sat in the bathtub, hot water up to his waist until, he hurried to hide his penis. Buffy giggled.

"Buffy, haven't you heard of knocking before entering a room? Your parents didn't teach it to you?"

"The bathroom of our house had a lock, Giles. There isn't one on this door. In fact, there`s no lock in the entire apartment. And then, I've already seen you quite naked remember?"

He grumbled. "Not as a child."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "What, you have complexes Giles? Your penis is quite small? "

Shocked Giles flushed. "Buffy!"

She laughed and came to sit down at the edge of the bathtub. "It won't stay small for long. Willow has just called. She's found a spell which is going to make you, you again."

Little Giles smiled broadly. *
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Ethan practiced the rite. Little Giles had wrapped himself in the bathrobe, and he filled it again when his brother ended chanting the spell. Buffy shreiked a shout of joy, launched herself to his neck and pinned him on the carpet.

"Oh yes! My Watcher…my Giles. Mmmm."

She kissed him with ardor then opened his bathrobe up to caress him absolutely everywhere.

"I leave you." Ethan said grinning.

*

Giles tightened Buffy against him and returned her kiss, deeper, with more passion, and then his kisses became wild. Buffy could feel the evidence of his arousal against the juncture of her thighs. She moved back from him, approached the fireplace and took her clothes off slowly, sensually. Giles watched her doing it, his look burning with desire. His heartbeat accelerated. He wanted her, so badly that his body ached. He was naked in a wink of an eye. Buffy's throat dried out and squeezed up. She felt her stomach muscles clench. She put her head against his chest and closed her arms on his back. The contact of their skins electrified them both He hugged her tightly. They stood immobile one against the other one for a long time, mixing their heat, their smell, then Giles moved back from Buffy and slid his burning hands along the curve of her hips, raised them along the sides, brushed her nipples, caressed her breast, licked her cheeks, her throat, then covered her stomach with wet kisses. Buffy took him by his hand and sat down on the carpet. Giles sat down in front of her as close to Buffy as possible. She encircled his penis and he had a violent start.

"Can I touch you Giles?"

Giles grinned. "You already touch me, luv. And you can touch me everywhere you want."

She took him by the nape of his neck and pulled his face to her breasts. He licked them both making Buffy moan with pleasure then he covered her with his body. He rubbed the tip of his hard penis over her wet entrance. Buffy groaned and roared. He penetrated into her with a single thrust. Buffy was shaken as by an electric shock. She contracted her muscular thighs on his hips and closed her legs on Giles's back. She whimpered when she felt him filling her completely. Giles began to move in and out of Buffy, with all his length, gently. Buffy waved her stomach so that they could be skin against skin. She closed her hands on the nape of his neck and looked at him straight in his eyes. Giles's eyes had changed color. They were dark green and had a metal, wild brightness. Ripper made love to her.

"Mmmmm… Ripper."

Ripper made love to Buffy with powerful thrusts, making her cry out with total bliss ceaselessly. Every time she felt his penis rubbing against her clitoris, she pinched him, pushed her nails in his skin and scratched him. Soon his hips and back bled. Feeling the desire growing up from his loins Ripper accelerated his rhythm and Buffy closed her eyes trying to concentrate on her sensations even more. Ripper wasn't able to contain himself much longer and he spread his seed in Buffy by uttering a hoarse, primitive shout while Buffy was shaken by a violent orgasm.

She unfolded her legs and let her arms fall, suffocated with ecstasy. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that it was Giles who looked at her, and she smiled at him.

"It was … WOW!» She murmured.

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Angelus moved from the window where he had watched Buffy and Giles making love.

His face was wrinkled in a resentful grin. Buffy belonged to him!

"I think this time, I'm going to castrate you, Rupert! He muttered.

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