"Ripper." Dracula purred. "I'm so pleased that you could make it."

Giles stared at the vampire impassively. "You have Xander; someone I
consider a son, in thrall, you bit my Slayer, what did you expect?"

Dracula eyed Giles rumpled appearance with amusement. "I see you've met
my sisters."

The Watcher cocked a brow, unperturbed. "Buffy? Get Riley and Xander out
of here."

"But Giles.." Buffy began.

Giles silenced her with a look. "Go."

"But, Giles, I'm the Slayer."

Giles lifted a brow. "And I'm your Watcher. Now go."

Dracula leaned back against the wall, highly amused by this battle of
wills.

Buffy glared at Giles and without looking at Riley and Xander, stormed
away. Xander and Riley followed her; vaguely perturbed that Buffy was
leaving Giles alone with a vampire, especially one as dangerous as
Dracula, but strangely not caring enough to care.

"So?" Giles casually asked, leaning against the dining room table. "What
brings you to this little burb? It's not your usual haunt."

Dracula glided over to Giles, stopping a hairbreadth away. "Maybe I'm
here because I missed you?" His hand tentatively came up to touch Giles
cheek.

Giles lashed out and backhanded the 'Count' across the face. "Did I give
you permission to touch me?" He coldly asked the vampire who was
sprawled at his feet.

"No Master." Dracula whispered, body quivering with desire. This was why
he had come. He had been longing for his 'Master'.

The Watcher regarded Dracula with disdain. "What should your punishment
be?"

The ancient vampire crawled to Giles, manner placating. "Anything
Master." Giles curled his lip in disgust. "What would make you happy?"

Giles considered the question. "The sisters did leave me in a slightly
painful condition. Take care of it for me."

The vampires eyes shone with pleasure, this was not a punishment.
Dracula reached out and deftly lowered Giles zipper, freeing his
engorged member. Trembling, the powerful vampire lightly ran a finger
down his 'Masters' impressive length. Swallowing with anticipation, he
bent his head an inhaled the rich aroma that was uniquely Rippers, one
he had missed for so long now.  He flicked out his tongue and barely
licked the swollen head, before swallowing the whole length in a quick
move. Giles head fell back, his face contorted in vicious pleasure.
Dracula pulled his head back, letting the Watchers length slide back
out, before swirling his tongue around the head and down the side to the
two firm sacs hanging below. He nibbled and sucked on them, earning
another moan from his beloved master. Finally he released them and slid
his cold tongue back up Giles hot erection to engulf it back in his
mouth, letting the firm flesh slid down his throat before bobbing his
head back up, accidentally grazing Giles with a fang.

Giles hissed. "Clumsy fool!" He grabbed Dracula by the hair and pulled
him up to face him, snarling. He threw the vampire against the dining
room table and ripped down his pants. Whirling the vampire around, Giles
plunged into his cold depths. Dracula panted, desperately wanting to
buck back against Ripper, but knowing the punishment if he did. Ripper
would stop, would walk away and leave him. So he forced himself to hold
still, no matter what.

Giles gripped Dracula's hips and began a pounding rhythm. Dracula
shuddered in delight; eyes rolling back, this is what he traveled across
continents for. Giles came in a heated rush, spilling his seed into the
vampires cold body, letting his head drop forward as he panted, trying
to get his breathing under control. He had missed this, missed Dracula
and the games that they had played. He ran his hands over Dracula's
flanks as he slowly pulled away but, he grimaced, those days were of
necessity, over.

Dracula sighed, reluctant to have Ripper leave; his own body still
viciously aroused, but knowing not to mention it. The first and only
time he had..well, he hadn't liked Rippers response. Giles ran his hands
down and around to Dracula's groin, tsking at the 'Counts' obviously
unrelieved state. He took hold of Dracula's shirttail and pulling it
out, cleaned himself off. Tucking himself back into his jeans, he
slapped Dracula sharply on the ass.

"Never come to my town again." Giles ordered the trembling vampire.

"But." Dracula hesitantly started. "That's it.." He broke off at Rippers
look and began trembling for a different reason all together.

"I said, never come to my town again." Giles enunciated every word,
voice cold as ice. "Would you care to push me?"

Dracula quickly backed down and away. Giles suddenly grinned. "However."
He reached out and trailed a finger down the vampire's cheek. "Leave
your number just in case I ever want to...play" Giles parting smile was
very wicked.

END