Title : Rat Arousal
Author: Surnia
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Giles/Amy
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Joss Whedon and is owned by 20th Century FOX. No copyright infringement is intended

Giles glanced at the bewitched rat that was Amy in the cage. If there was a tangible warning against the casual misuse of magic, Amy was it. For months now she had been trapped as a rat, looked after by Willow who had still failed to restore her to her human form, and so she languished as a rat. Willow and Buffy had gone on holiday and left him in charge of the Amy-rat. After a few days, he found it somewhat unnerving the way the rat appeared to watch him as he moved about his apartment. Perhaps it was bored, he thought. He was certain that it was only thinking rat thoughts. At least, he hoped it was. Perhaps it needed some sort of toy as a distraction.

Well, the truth was that Giles was bored - deeply, intensely bored - since there was no crisis to deal with. At somewhat of a loose end, he started to flip through some of his old records - Cream, the Doors, some early Stones albums. What the Hell, he thought. I might as well relax. No danger looming on the horizon. No romantic dramas - as long as he avoided Joyce who kept sneaking these *looks* at him. Damn it, he hoped she didn't think that night was more than the influence of the candy. Well, at least Ripper hadn't focused his attentions on any of the younger women. *That* would have taken some time to live down. And the ensuing Xanderisms.... He shuddered. Thank God for small favours. He really must get back at Ethan for that.

He felt like being a bit retro tonight, so he hopped up to his closet and retrieved the t-shirt and jeans and dug out the earring again. Once he had changed, he came down and poured himself a scotch, knocked it back and then poured another. He pulled out a Stones album and started to dance to it.

As he danced, he heard a rumbling sound and stopped. He turned around to see a flash of light emerge from Amy's cage. Suddenly the cage flew apart and a very naked - and very irate - Amy stood in front of him.

He gulped and then blushed, looking for something she could use to cover herself. "Umm, A-Amy, if you w-wait, I'll find you something to wear," he stammered, partly out of embarrassment at her nudity and partly for having been caught out dancing and listening to the Stones.

"Shut up, Giles," she said, advancing on him.

She grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. "O-of course, if you want the v-vest to wear..." He stopped that line of thought when she went for his zipper. Snap. Zip. "B-but I don't think the jeans are a good idea..."

"Whoo-hoo, commando style!" she whooped in triumph. "I was right!"

"Please, Amy," he pleaded, trying to hold up his jeans which she was trying to pull down.

Ignoring his protests, she gave them a firm yank and dragged them down his legs. With a grin, she shoved him and he landed on his ass. As she straddled him, she said, "Do you have any idea how horny I am? I've been in this rat's body for months! And I had to sit in a cage and watch or listen to Willow and Oz fucking again and again!"

"W-willow and Oz ... in front of you?"

"And how about you walking in front of me after a shower without a stitch on?"

"Er, I thought you were a rat. I mean, I thought you had a rat's consciousness."

"Surprise, surprise. I was still Amy, but in a rat's body. And now you are going to make it up to me."

"Amy, this isn't proper."

Taking hold of his penis, she started to stroke it. He tried to stop her and she said, "And if you don't, I'm gonna tell them whose name you shout when you jerk off."

He turned bright red and gulped. "You wouldn't."

"I would. I'm that pissed off. She would be surprised, wouldn't she?"

A switch flicked inside him, and he grinned a pure Ripper grin, "So you want to play games, do you, witch? That's what caused you to end up as a rat." He smirked and then grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back, ending up on top of her with his legs between hers. "Right, then, how rough do you want to play?"

"Well, Michael was pretty good - until I got ratted."

He bent over and sucked on one of her nipples and she arched up into him, "Dammit, just get on it with it!" she ordered, rubbing his cock with her hand.

"I'll get on with it when I'm damned good and ready," he growled as he took her other nipple in his mouth and then bit it which caused her to arch upwards again. She snarled in frustration and scraped his back with her nails.

He yelped in pain and grabbed her wrists and moved them so that he could hold them with one hand and started to suck on her neck.

"Dammit, Giles, don't play vamp with me! Get on with it!" She pulled her knees up and pushed her hips upward towards him.

He chuckled and pulled away slightly from her, causing her to groan in frustration. "This is a side-effect of being a rat, is it? I had no idea rats were so randy."

She glared, "It's either that or being locked up in a cage watching two people going at it like bunnies!"

"All right," he chuckled, "I can sympathise with that." He let go of her wrists and reached for his jeans.

"No way!" she screamed in protest.

"I'm just getting something," he said, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a condom packet which he waved at her.

"Oh, I forgot about that," she said. "And I haven't been taking the pill while I've been a rat."

He sat on his haunches as he opened the packet. "Do you want to put it on?" he asked with a smirk.

She grinned at him, "I have a special technique for that. Let's switch positions."

He raised an eyebrow, shifted and rolled off her and onto his back. She straddled him again and put the condom on the end of his penis and then started to roll it on using her tongue. She giggled, "Mint! Giles, I never suspected."

"Get on with it," he hissed and she rolled it all the way up and started to lick it appreciatively.

Licking her lips, she asked, "Do you have any other flavours?"

"Banana," he said with a crooked grin. He pulled her up by the hair and pulled her head to his and licked her mouth and explored her mouth with his tongue. "But the mint's not half bad."

His hands ran down to her hips and he pulled her up above his penis. She sat back and lowered herself onto him and groaned in pleasure, "Ah, fuck! At last!" Bracing herself, she started to ride him hard, concentrating on achieving the maximum penetration. He co-operated by matching her rhythm until she finally shrieked and collapsed on top on him, panting. "God, that was good," she gasped.

"Well, I'm happy to welcome you back from your self-imposed rathood - or ratdom - whatever."

She eyed him, "Banana, eh? What other flavours do you have?"

He grinned, "Shall we go upstairs so I can show you?"

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