Giles wasn't sure how it ended up like this. At one moment, he was sharing a pint with Ethan in a bar, and the next, they were walking back to his home, singing "God Save the Queen" along the way, arms wrapped around each other. They had already shared one drunken kiss outside of the bar in the alley, and now they were heading back to his home, about to do God knows what. He wasn't too sure if this was a good idea.
As soon as they staggered through the door, Ethan was upon his, with groping hands and teeth grazing on his ear lobe. Giles bit back a moan that, if he had let it out, would have been loud enough to wake the neighbors. He felt Ethan's hand fumble on the top button of his jeans.
As good as this felt, he knew that he would regret it in the morning. Ethan was his sometimes friend and sometimes adversary. They had left being lovers behind a long time ago. He finally got the will to push him away.
"We can't do this," he said to Ethan's confused look. "It's not right."
"That's not what your lips were saying at the bar," Ethan whispered huskily in his ear.
God, how much he wanted to give in! Unfortunately, he wouldn't even be able to look himself in the mirror in the morning. Suddenly, the room started to spin and he slumped to the floor. "Bother, I had much too much to drink."
Ethan looked down on him with a mixed look of bemusement, contempt, and a touch of sadness. "Come on, you old sod. Let me put you to bed."
After Ethan had put Giles to bed, he seemed to immediately pass out, almost instantly snoring. Ethan stood there, just staring at him for a moment, getting momentarily lost in old lost memories. "Well, old chap, I'll have to teach you a lesson for turning down a blast from the past." He muttered an incantation in Latin, cutting his thumb and letting the blood drop onto Giles's forehead. Giles didn't even stir.
Tomorrow morning he won't even be able to stand to look at himself in the mirror, Ethan thought to himself as he let himself out.