Title: Sweet Tooth
Author: Thea Zara aka 50ftqueenie
Pairings: This is where it gets sketchy there is a bit of G/X (neither is in their right mind at the time) and some X/C, but over all it will be S/X possibly S/X/F, B/A, and W/O.
Warnings: The first part of this contains some mighty questionable consent / magic induced non-con. Also misuse of chocolate.
Notes: This starts out during the Buffy episode 'Band Candy'. Giles as a teacher had access to the candy a day before the bulk of the adults, and as such, was affected a day sooner.
He slipped another bit of chocolate into his mouth and let it slowly melt while he considered the treat standing not six feet away flipping through one of the boring arse books. Speaking of arses, the boy had a fine one. He swallowed the small sliver of chocolate, took three steps, and then pulled one arm, spinning the boy... no the man around to face him.
The young man flinched at the sudden contact before relaxing when he saw who'd grabbed him. A quick guilty look flashed across his face as he shut the book he'd been looking at, a flush creeping up his cheeks. He looked down at the book quickly, and realized it was far from the normal boring book he'd first assumed.
'Tophrathe's Journal' He thought to himself. 'This one would be easier to seduce than I thought.' That particular book had several dozen very interesting illustrations scattered through it. Considering it was written in a dead demon language, he was fairly certain it hadn't been a matter of a little light reading.
"Did you find anything interesting in that particular tome?" He asked, the picture of decorum while watching the young man in front of him squirm.
"No-no G-man, er uh Giles, not a thing. I'll just go find something else to uh-" The man stammered, before the hand on his arm squeezed slightly and he closed his babbling mouth.
"Alexander, familiar as I am with my own library, I know perfectly well that that particular book was locked away in my office. Petty thievery and that insidious nickname aside, it behooves me to ensure you receive proper punishment for your behavior." His hand tightened once again at the word punishment and he watched the man's eyes go from shock to resignation, as if perhaps he somehow expected this.
Keeping his grip firm, he reached out with his other hand. The gesture wasn't exactly threatening, but the young man froze. His muscles strained as if holding still by shear force of will alone. His eyes closed as if he couldn't bear to see what was coming. His whole body thrummed with energy.
He took a moment to bask in the view in front of him; the lanky body, the power he apparently held over the man, the slight parting of his lips as if waiting to cry out in pain.
Unable to wait a second longer he reached for Xander's shoulder and pulled until the young man was flush against him, his eyes jerking open in shock as he found himself pulled taunt against the older man. Warm chocolate eyes turned stormy and confused.
"Giles, what's -"
"Call me Ripper." He whispered huskily before capturing the parted lips in front of him in a harsh kiss.
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They always said curiosity killed the cat. To bad he hadn't taken the advice. Willow had been in a rush when she left the library earlier, eager to go meet up with Oz. In her smoochie addled cloud nine, she'd forgotten the book she'd been 'borrowing' from Giles' private collection laying on the counter. She had remembered as she was sliding into her seat at the Bronze in her role as girlfriend of a band member, and had begun panicking. Xander had stepped up and offered to go grab the book for her.
A jibe from one of the Cordettes left him in no hurry to rush back. Curiosity and boredom lead to him opening the book, and boy howdy had that been an eye opener. There had been some mighty interesting pictures. So interesting he almost wished he could read whatever language the book was written in.
Instead of pulling out the freaksome demon to English dictionary, he'd continued paging through looking at the erotic etchings and drawings that were littered through the book. There was nudity and kink, after all it was a book about demons, but the things that kept drawing him in were the faces, the emotions depicted. It was almost like he could feel just what they were feeling. He never even noticed the faces that captured his mind the most were male, and he certainly never heard Giles standing behind him munching away on band candy.
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Ripper felt the boy, Xander- and what kind of a name was Xander anyway- shudder and for a brief moment returned the kiss, then suddenly he pulled back, breaking the connection of their bodies. Those warm wet lips pulled away, but that second or two settled things, at least to Ripper's mind. He didn't hesitate to call up what powers were his for the taking, ancient words spilling from his mouth with no thought aside from what they could give him.
Less than ten seconds after Ripper finished speaking he found himself being pushed back, his grip on Xander's arm broken with ease. He pulled his mind off the swollen lips readying himself for the punch he expected. He didn't expect the full body tackle that landed them both on the floor, almost directly over the Hellmouth.
His head was pushed back and to the side and that swollen mouth descended to his neck while strong hands held his shoulders down. Teeth found their way to his neck and for one terrifying moment Ripper was sure he'd just hit on a vampire, but instead morphing into a feral face to feed, human teeth bit into his shoulder, hard. After only a second or two the harsh bite changed. Lips sealed on skin and sucked at the wounded neck. Ripper lay still, too stunned at receiving what would be his first hickey in quite a long time.
Suddenly the mouth left his neck. Fierce eyes looked into his, and a low growling voice sent shivers down his spine as Xander spoke one word, one demanding question, "Submit?"
Ripper nodded immediately, but the man on top of him didn't seem to find that satisfactory and growled deeply, baring his teeth.
"Yeah, mate, I submit." He uttered.
Xander's whole demeanor shifted immediately, a purr rumbling up through him as he leaned forward and licked up the side of Ripper's face. He shifted off the very confused and horny Brit, but before he could move Xander jerked his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. One hand slid down slowly rubbing below Ripper's naval, while that mouth dropped to lick the now bare chest beneath him.
After nibbling both of Ripper's nipples till they were hard and aching slightly, Xander moved back up and reclaimed his mouth while he unbuttoned and unzipped and slipped his hand down inside the tight jeans to stroke the growing cock trapped there.
Xander kissed and bit at the still chocolate flavored mouth under him, tongues writhing back and forth. Xander pulled back abruptly, pushing up until he was on his knees. He quickly jerked off Ripper's shoes, then he put a hand on either side of his hips and jerked the jeans until they came off entirely. Indifferently, he tossed them off to one side, and went to work slipping out of his own not quite so tight jeans and boxers.
When he pulled his t-shirt over his head, Xander saw the half eaten bar of chocolate Ripper had been snacking on mere moments ago. He snaked a hand out and grabbed it, a smirk on his face. He broke off two squares, slipping one into Ripper's mouth, and the other into his own.
He let the chocolate sit on his tongue for a few moments, one hand slowly stroking his cock, the other stroking his partner's. Suddenly he dropped down between his lover's legs and ran his tongue up and around the hard cock in front of him leaving a warm gooey trail of melted chocolate. He pulled back for a moment swallowing the remaining chocolate in his mouth, then proceeded to retrace his 'steps' licking up each stroke of chocolate. He swirled his tongue over and around the head of Ripper's cock, pulling a moan from his lover. After cleaning up every drop, Xander started sucking in earnest; slipping the cock into his mouth, testing out his gag reflex, slipping his tongue in and around.
After a few moments he pulled away, sliding up for another bruising kiss, sucking on the chocolate tongue in his lover's mouth. He wrapped one hand around Ripper's cock and began, his thumb rubbing across the head at the end of each long stroke. He pulled away after a few moments, and looked down at his now panting lover.
He watched and waited, slowly increasing the pace until the man under him tensed up, every muscle in his body pulled tight. He clamped his teeth on his already bruising neck again biting harshly. With a scream somewhere between pain and exhilaration, Ripper came, shooting spurts of cum across his stomach and chest.
Xander ran his hand down through the isolated pools, then slipped off Ripper. As the man lay exhausted atop the Hellmouth, Xander grabbed one leg holding it up and the air and slid two slicked fingers down the crack of Ripper's ass. Before he could protest, they pushed in. Ripper tried to pull away, his mouth opening to protest, but Xander began pumping them in and out, then stretching him open, and Ripper lost all ability to speak for a moment.
Xander stroked his own very hard cock slowly coating it with a mix of his partner's cum and his own precum. He removed the stretching fingers, and wrapped one arm around Ripper's knee holding it up while he fell across his body. As he slid his cock against the tight opening, he pressed his lips against that chocolaty mouth again as it opened to protest. Stealing a brief taste of that mouth, he pulled back and looked into Ripper's eyes, then thrust in fast and hard.
Ripper let out another scream that danced the fine line between ecstasy and agony, then found his mouth covered again. Xander gave them both a moment to adjust, then began slowly slipping in and out. One hand slid between them and began stroking Ripper's cock again, as he began thrusting faster. Xander slipped his mouth back down to the bite, licking and sucking at it as he pumped in and out of his mate. Already on the edge, Ripper came in Xander's tight grip. Xander latched his teeth onto his shoulder one last time, biting down hard. As the copper taste of blood hit his tongue, he came, exploding inside his mate.
He lapped his tongue over the bite once, purring lightly, then slipped out from between his lover's legs. He kissed Ripper lightly, then curled up beside him in a sweaty sated heap and went to sleep still purring.
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Xander woke up sticky, naked, and alone. His head was throbbing and he had no idea why he was napping, 'Make that naked napping' on top of the Hellmouth, and more importantly in the middle of the library.
Was this one of 'those' dreams? Next he'd remember he had a test he hadn't prepared for... oh crap he did.
He looked around to find his clothes scattered to one side and quickly grabbed them up. After checking the clock, he grabbed his gym bag and made a dash for the locker room to shower. Actually going in the room, however, was another matter.
It stunk. Not the smell of sweaty men, that was a natural scent, which wasn't superiorly pleasant but was manageable, but of artificial, chemical smells. Cleaners and aerosols. Harsh chemicals that burned and stung his nose. He had to get clean and he would never make it home and back, let alone deal with his parents. What the hell was he going to do?
'Hold your breath.' a sure voice whispered in his head.
He didn't question the existence of that sure voice, it was a part of him, and that was all. He stepped out of the room, panted a moment, and then drew in a lung full of air and loped through the locker room to the showers, not breathing until three of the showers were running, the water and distance helping to mask some of the chemical smells.
He quickly rinsed himself off, thanking whatever deities that may be listening that he used unscented soap. He could still 'smell' it, but it was a much better smell than the chemicals that had assaulted his nose. He shut off the shower and quickly dried off, not noticing how he 'shook' his body down to rid himself of excess drops.
He got dressed and went back to the library to wait for school to start and the gang/pack/team to arrive.