Title: When I Lay Me Down to Sleep (part 2/?)
Author: Neena (varscona_pal@yahoo.ca)
Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and Buffyverse belong to Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, etc. This little ficlet is for fun only.
Setting: Season 3, before Angel and Faith come into play. Buffy’s in school, though.
Summary: Everybody needs to sleep, but even sleeping can be dangerous when you live on a Hellmouth.
Warning: Non-consensual sex. Violence. Very dark.
Giles had had a restless evening. He tried to distract himself with work, but he couldn’t concentrate. When he put on some music, it only irritated him. In the end he settled on pacing and brooding. He ceaselessly dissected the events of the night before, desperate for answers. When he couldn’t come up with any, he turned his thoughts to how he might handle another attack, should one occur.
He couldn’t just let her take control of his life this way—he despised the weakness he’d already shown. But he’d been too shocked to fight back last night. The next time she’d have a fight on her hands. Although he knew he could never bring himself to seriously hurt Buffy, he would defend himself if he had to.
Every light in his apartment was on as the evening gave way to night. An acidy tension was building in his stomach as he contemplated his next encounter with his slayer.
When the sharp knocking started at his door just after one o’clock, he was prepared for it. He yanked the door open and grabbed Buffy’s fist just as it was about to hit his face. He twisted her arm behind her back and marched her into the living room.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this, but it ends now,” he said.
“No, Watcher,” she growled back at him, “this ends only when I’m ready for it to end.” She broke free of his grip easily, and without the slightest sign of strain, she hurled him across the room. Giles’ back struck the corner of the fireplace, making his arm go numb. As he righted himself and prepared for the next onslaught, he noticed her eyes. In the bright lights, her eyes glowed violet and inhuman. A part of him flooded with relief—it wasn’t Buffy—how could he ever have thought it was Buffy?
“Who are you?” he asked, rubbing the feeling back into his arm. “What have you done with Buffy?”
“Who I am doesn’t concern you. And Buffy? She’s not here at the moment, but if you’d like to leave a message, I’ll be more than happy to pass it along.” She smiled and stretched out her arms luxuriously. “I’d forgotten how good it feels to be a woman. It’s been nearly a thousand years since I’ve taken a slayer. Such power!” To demonstrate, she put all her strength behind a kick to Giles’ chest, slamming him against the fireplace again.
Giles felt a rib crack, and now every breath he took set his chest on fire with pain. He crumpled to the floor, fighting for air. Buffy pulled him roughly to his feet and casually brushed the dirt from his shirt.
“That’s better. I have to admit, for a man your age you’re pretty tough. And I know from experience what it’s like to be a man your age. I also know what this feels like…” Her hand went to his crotch, rubbing him through the material of his pants. Giles grabbed her wrist and pried her hand away.
“You will not do this. I won’t let you use Buffy this way.”
“You don’t have a choice. And neither does Buffy. But, hey!—at least she doesn’t have to know about it.”
“I won’t give in to you,” he said, his voice firm.
“If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
“I’d rather die than defile Buffy this way.”
She studied him for a moment; “You know, I really think you mean it. It’s refreshing to see that kind of devotion and selflessness. I’m touched…But I’m still going to get what I want.”
Buffy suddenly collapsed to the floor, shaking violently, clawing at her throat. Giles rushed to her side and watched helplessly as she asphyxiated before him. Her face was turning purple, and her eyes were bulging.
“Stop it!” Giles shouted. “Please, stop!”
Her breathing instantly returned to normal. A cold smirk formed on her face—she knew she’d won. “Now you know what kind of power I have over your precious ward. If this body dies, it will be your fault, and I’ll just take your body and start over. Such is the cycle. Now…give me what I want.”
“Why Buffy? And why me? There must be a reason,” he was stalling, but the demon was too wrapped up in the sound of its own voice to notice.
“Buffy was my death. You are my life. Her body was drawn to you—it craved you. I followed the needs of her body.” She ran a finger along his jaw, then slipped it into his mouth.
Giles felt completely trapped, but even knowing he had no choice in the matter, he couldn’t bring himself to simply comply. He pushed her away and ducked out of her reach. He tried to run for the door, but the pain in his chest slowed him down.
The demon watched her victim’s attempt at escape and laughed. She let him get as far as the door before she stopped him. It was almost too easy—all she had to do was grab him from behind and squeeze.
Giles gasped in pain—he was sure the cracked rib was now broken, but he kept struggling. Even as the Buffy demon dragged him back into the apartment and up the stairs to his loft, he refused to go peacefully.
When she got him upstairs, she shoved him onto the bed. “If you want to play rough, that’s fine with me.”
Giles clutched at his burning ribs as he scooted away from her on the bed.
“Will you hold still already?”
“No. I don’t think I will,” he answered, piercing her with a fierce glare.
“Fine. I’ll just have to tie you down, then.” She flicked on the light and looked around the room. “What to use, what to use…? Oh! I know…” She pounced on Giles, tearing the shirt off of him. Buttons flew and fabric ripped. Giles tried to roll away from her, but she got hold of him by the hair and pulled him back. Then she put a knee on his chest, pressing down just hard enough to make sweat pop out on his forehead.
Gritting his teeth, Giles watched as the demon finished ripping his shirt into long strips. She grabbed his wrist, grinding the bones together under her grasp. Giles hissed at the new pain. She tied his wrists to the bedposts, and Giles couldn’t help but notice how expertly she tied the knots. She’d obviously done this numerous times before—there was no way he’d be able to slip out of the bonds. He tested them, nonetheless, before lying back on the bed in defeat.
“I hope you don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon,” she said, taking his glasses off and laying them on the bedside table. Then she started slowly unbuckling his pants. “I’ve got all night, myself. Definitely not in any hurry.” She released the button on his pants and started unzipping his fly, pulling the zipper down tooth by tooth. “Do you have any idea how wet she gets for you? You make her throb and ache. It’s delicious.”
Giles looked at her in disgust; “Shut you filthy mouth.”
The smile on her face never reached her violet eyes. “Ooh, Watcher! If looks could kill…” She licked her lips seductively and began inching his pants down over his hips.
After what seemed like a lifetime to Giles, she’d finally stripped him naked. He refused to look at her as she got undressed. It was Buffy, after all, and watching the demon strip seemed rather like peeping at his slayer through a hole in the wall. It felt seamy. But as soiled as he felt, he knew it could never compare to the degradation Buffy was suffering at the hands of this demon. He prayed she would never have to know—that somehow he could kill the demon and get Buffy back before it could do any more harm.
Giles felt Buffy’s soft, warm body slide up on top of him. Her little hands traced the muscles of his splayed arms, lightly brushing along forearm and bicep.
“I want you to look at me.”
Giles didn’t budge.
“Look at me now, or I’ll punish you.”
He ignored her, taking a deep breath in anticipation.
“Good, I was hoping you’d be stubborn. Gives me free reign to have some fun.” Giles felt her crawl down to the end of the bed and capture his left foot in her hands. Fear made him look down to see what she was up to. His mouth went dry at the sight of his young slayer kneeling naked at the end of his bed holding his foot. He was overcome with feelings of guilt, and was almost grateful when the pain started, obliterating all other thought.
She started with the toes—pressing them between her hands until she heard a small snap. She continued up his foot and leg, pulverising the flesh with her bare hands, stopping just short of breaking any more bones. When she’d done, his entire leg was one solid contusion. Admiring her handiwork, the demon smiled down at the ashen-faced man spread before her.
“Are you ready to behave now? Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a lot of fun here—but I want what I came for. So…are you going to do as you’re told, or do you want me to start on the other leg?”
Giles nodded his head, knowing it was pointless fighting her.
“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
Hatred seethed through him as he answered her; “Yes, I’ll do as I’m told.”
“Good. I’ll make it easy for you. All I want you to do is react. Simple as that. Don’t turn away, and don’t resist. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he replied, reluctantly obeying her orders.
“Now…where to start?” Her eyes went as wide as a kid’s in a candy store. She slid her hands up Giles’ legs, making him wince as they trailed over his battered limb. She looked up to see if he was watching—when she was satisfied that she had his attention, she bent her head down over him and licked the tip of his penis. Giles shivered at the cold touch, but didn’t look away. His eyes drilled into hers when she looked up at him again.
She grinned.
He glowered.
Once again she brought her head down on him, this time taking him fully into her mouth. Her hands busied themselves with caressing the rest of his body. She found it intensely erotic being on the woman’s side for a change. She found it amazing how her entire body tingled with pleasure in response to this man. This union was perfect—the girl’s body knew it, and, evidently, the Watcher’s body knew it, too. He was hardening quickly underneath her.
Giles allowed himself to become aroused, although, if he were honest with himself, he knew it would have happened eventually anyway. The quicker this was over, the better, as far as he was concerned.
When the demon straddled him he even thrust his hips up to meet her. Unfortunately, she’d decided to set a slow pace, writhing on top of him as if to flaunt Buffy’s body and provoke him. Giles kept his anger tightly under control—it would only make matters worse for both him and Buffy if he gave in to it.
The Buffy demon pressed her borrowed body against Giles, fascinated by how large he seemed. She nipped at his chin before staking a claim on him mouth. To her great surprise, the man kissed her back. She probed his mouth with her tongue and he let her explore. The only indication that he wasn’t enjoying the experience was the tension in his muscles. His entire body was taut with pent-up energy, like he was ready to bolt any second.
Giles could taste himself on her lips, and he knew at that instant, that if he couldn’t kill this demon, he’d never be able to look Buffy in the eyes again. A darker part of his brain was thinking that he should have let the demon kill him—but then Buffy would still be possessed, and she would no longer have him there to help her.
So he did the only thing he could do. He let himself be used. The demon took her time, toying with him. Every time he got close to having an orgasm she pulled away. After more than an hour of this kind of teasing, Giles felt tears of frustration building just below the surface. She must have sensed it, because she pulled away again and fixed him with a dark-purple stare.
“Tell me you want me,” she said, poised over him, just out of reach.
Giles felt a hot tear burn a track down the side of his face and land on his pillow. His voice hitched in his throat; “I…I want you.”
She looked at him uncertainly. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I want you…Please,” he begged, exhausted and emotionally drained. She awarded him with a deep kiss, then slid his penis back inside her, working fast to bring them both to a climax.
As she collected her clothes, she said; “That wasn’t bad, but I think you can do better. Tomorrow night I want you to come to my house. You can get in through my bedroom window, sometime after two. I’ll be waiting.”
Then she was gone. Giles was alone and cold and still tied to the bed.