fiction: sequel
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sparklebutchTitle: Show Must Go On
Sequel to: For Adult Audience Only
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Dawn, Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles/Ethan
Rating: Oh, adult.
Giggle: Just over a thousand words.
---*---
"So how's Giles?" Buffy asks when her sister returns alone.
Dawn shrugs. "He's alright. He's busy. Can't come."
---*---
"We are not - you are not seriously suggesting we continue!" Outraged, and very much flaccid, Giles zips his trousers. Ethan makes no move in the direction of putting his clothes back on.
"She's gone!"
Grown men should not pout, Giles thinks. They should not sulk. Especially when their still hard prick is looking at him, begging quietly where its owner does so rather vocally.
---*---
Willow worries. "He works too much. He should be having more fun."
"Oh, I think he was pretty happy with the job he was doing," Dawn smiles.
Xander nods, dismissing the whole thing. "Yeah, let him - book referencing or whatever he's up to, with his tea and his books, in that little room on the little sofa."
Dawn snorts once and covers her mouth with her hand immediately.
"Soda tickled my nose," she explains.
---*---
"Better... lock the door this time," Ethan mutters into the kiss, and Giles murmurs his agreement. They struggle to make it to the door without breaking apart, nearly knocking a lamp on the way.
"Hey, that's a Tiffany. Careful."
"It's a rip-off," Ethan smirks, "unless you've gone into the habit of naming your inanimate objects. Which I have to say, Rupert, is worrying."
Giles glares. Ethan dares.
"You're just looking for discipline, aren't you," Giles says softly, pulling Ethan against him. Ethan moans when their cocks rub against each other. And then he pulls back.
"Lock the bloody door, you pillock."
---*---
"There was magic in the air this morning," Willow comments, sipping her raspberry soda. "Familiar too, and strong."
"Something evil?" Buffy asks with a mouthful of cookie.
"Don't think so." Willow seems contemplative. "Hope not."
---*---
"I will never be able to live this down, you know." Giles glances downwards, obviously not distracted enough from the incident. "I'll never look Dawn in the eye again." Ethan decides to try harder, in that case, and do that tongue thing that often makes his on-and-off lover buck and throw his head back... There. Works every time.
Giles bangs his head against the door.
---*---
"Giles has a sex life," Dawn whispers to Spike. They're on the porch; he was kicked out for a smoke. She feels kinda giddy from too much sugar and knowing a secret no one else knows.
"What? Don't be daft." Spike inhales half a cigarette.
"He does." She nods solemnly.
Spike sputters and coughs. He doesn't need to breathe, but some things just pause you, no matter what your blood-gas requirements are.
"You didn't - that's what he's busy with?"
Dawn nods and then breaks into giggles.
After a long moment, Spike comments, "Good for him."
---*---
"Oh, so good." Back pressed against the door, they never even made it back to the sofa, and Giles forgot most everything about Dawn Summers visiting, or in fact about her existence. He'll remember soon enough, Ethan knows, when this clever ruse to distract him comes to an end. Probably very soon, judging by the way he thumps with one fist on the door and has Ethan's head held tight to his groin with the other.
---*---
"Anyone we know?"
Dawn frowns at Spike. "You know, I think we do. I think I've seen him before."
"Him?" Dawn nods, and Spike takes a long drag of smoke.
"Well..." He says after yet another pondering moment, "Good for him."
---*---
"I've been away for too long, I'm not about to waste this weekend on worrying about Buffy's younger sister. Which, give the little one my regards on having a name ten times better than her sibling."
Giles glares. "You're not funny."
"I was going for decisive and sexy," Ethan nuzzles his face against Giles' stubbled cheek.
Giles smiles. "You're not very decisive, either," he whispers.
---*---
"I know I saw him somewhere." Dawn ponders aloud. "I just can't remember his face..."
Spike snorts. "But you remember other bits?"
She punches him on the arm. "Eww, Spike."
He shakes his head. "Just like your sister."
"Don't say that," she pouts. "Anyway, this is important. I think he was some evil guy Buffy was fighting."
Spike laughs now. "Giles is bonking the enemy? Good on him! See, now that is just like your sister."
---*---
Ethan's heated face is pressed against the ceiling. The banging causes plaster to fall into his hair. It didn't take long to convince Ripper to allow a magic sphere in the bedroom, and since then - a couple of days now - they've been able to enjoy worlds of - fuck - Giles' hand holding Ethan's wrists tight and there's nothing under him but a hot hard body and air.
They went to the living room to do it like normal people, outside the range of influence, and got caught. Let that be a lesson, Ethan thinks, but hasn't got the air to say it because he's too busy panting and pleading. Not a very complex request, really, but Ripper's slow to oblige. Probably shouldn't have got him off earlier by the door, gives him an edge. Ethan spreads his legs as far as he can and pushes back - down - towards the cock inside him. Directions are meaningless. There is only sensation.
They only have a little while longer to do this, to enjoy each other. A day, two at the most. Unless Rupert decides otherwise. Ethan moans, and prays.
---*---
Spike's smoke break is over, and the two return into the house. Buffy and Willow are talking, and Xander sits by the bowl of cheetos, munching and waving a small toy pistol. It makes beeping sounds and flashes a little blue light whenever Xander pulls the trigger.
"That's it!" Dawn exclaims, drawing everyone's attention. She's talking to Spike, not minding the rest. "It's the guy who was here for Halloween that time. Something Rayne?"
Buffy pales. "Ethan Rayne? Where?"
Spike looks from sister to sister, and laughs so hard he almost falls.
---*---
[end]
Sequel to: For Adult Audience Only
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Dawn, Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles/Ethan
Rating: Oh, adult.
Giggle: Just over a thousand words.
---*---
"So how's Giles?" Buffy asks when her sister returns alone.
Dawn shrugs. "He's alright. He's busy. Can't come."
---*---
"We are not - you are not seriously suggesting we continue!" Outraged, and very much flaccid, Giles zips his trousers. Ethan makes no move in the direction of putting his clothes back on.
"She's gone!"
Grown men should not pout, Giles thinks. They should not sulk. Especially when their still hard prick is looking at him, begging quietly where its owner does so rather vocally.
---*---
Willow worries. "He works too much. He should be having more fun."
"Oh, I think he was pretty happy with the job he was doing," Dawn smiles.
Xander nods, dismissing the whole thing. "Yeah, let him - book referencing or whatever he's up to, with his tea and his books, in that little room on the little sofa."
Dawn snorts once and covers her mouth with her hand immediately.
"Soda tickled my nose," she explains.
---*---
"Better... lock the door this time," Ethan mutters into the kiss, and Giles murmurs his agreement. They struggle to make it to the door without breaking apart, nearly knocking a lamp on the way.
"Hey, that's a Tiffany. Careful."
"It's a rip-off," Ethan smirks, "unless you've gone into the habit of naming your inanimate objects. Which I have to say, Rupert, is worrying."
Giles glares. Ethan dares.
"You're just looking for discipline, aren't you," Giles says softly, pulling Ethan against him. Ethan moans when their cocks rub against each other. And then he pulls back.
"Lock the bloody door, you pillock."
---*---
"There was magic in the air this morning," Willow comments, sipping her raspberry soda. "Familiar too, and strong."
"Something evil?" Buffy asks with a mouthful of cookie.
"Don't think so." Willow seems contemplative. "Hope not."
---*---
"I will never be able to live this down, you know." Giles glances downwards, obviously not distracted enough from the incident. "I'll never look Dawn in the eye again." Ethan decides to try harder, in that case, and do that tongue thing that often makes his on-and-off lover buck and throw his head back... There. Works every time.
Giles bangs his head against the door.
---*---
"Giles has a sex life," Dawn whispers to Spike. They're on the porch; he was kicked out for a smoke. She feels kinda giddy from too much sugar and knowing a secret no one else knows.
"What? Don't be daft." Spike inhales half a cigarette.
"He does." She nods solemnly.
Spike sputters and coughs. He doesn't need to breathe, but some things just pause you, no matter what your blood-gas requirements are.
"You didn't - that's what he's busy with?"
Dawn nods and then breaks into giggles.
After a long moment, Spike comments, "Good for him."
---*---
"Oh, so good." Back pressed against the door, they never even made it back to the sofa, and Giles forgot most everything about Dawn Summers visiting, or in fact about her existence. He'll remember soon enough, Ethan knows, when this clever ruse to distract him comes to an end. Probably very soon, judging by the way he thumps with one fist on the door and has Ethan's head held tight to his groin with the other.
---*---
"Anyone we know?"
Dawn frowns at Spike. "You know, I think we do. I think I've seen him before."
"Him?" Dawn nods, and Spike takes a long drag of smoke.
"Well..." He says after yet another pondering moment, "Good for him."
---*---
"I've been away for too long, I'm not about to waste this weekend on worrying about Buffy's younger sister. Which, give the little one my regards on having a name ten times better than her sibling."
Giles glares. "You're not funny."
"I was going for decisive and sexy," Ethan nuzzles his face against Giles' stubbled cheek.
Giles smiles. "You're not very decisive, either," he whispers.
---*---
"I know I saw him somewhere." Dawn ponders aloud. "I just can't remember his face..."
Spike snorts. "But you remember other bits?"
She punches him on the arm. "Eww, Spike."
He shakes his head. "Just like your sister."
"Don't say that," she pouts. "Anyway, this is important. I think he was some evil guy Buffy was fighting."
Spike laughs now. "Giles is bonking the enemy? Good on him! See, now that is just like your sister."
---*---
Ethan's heated face is pressed against the ceiling. The banging causes plaster to fall into his hair. It didn't take long to convince Ripper to allow a magic sphere in the bedroom, and since then - a couple of days now - they've been able to enjoy worlds of - fuck - Giles' hand holding Ethan's wrists tight and there's nothing under him but a hot hard body and air.
They went to the living room to do it like normal people, outside the range of influence, and got caught. Let that be a lesson, Ethan thinks, but hasn't got the air to say it because he's too busy panting and pleading. Not a very complex request, really, but Ripper's slow to oblige. Probably shouldn't have got him off earlier by the door, gives him an edge. Ethan spreads his legs as far as he can and pushes back - down - towards the cock inside him. Directions are meaningless. There is only sensation.
They only have a little while longer to do this, to enjoy each other. A day, two at the most. Unless Rupert decides otherwise. Ethan moans, and prays.
---*---
Spike's smoke break is over, and the two return into the house. Buffy and Willow are talking, and Xander sits by the bowl of cheetos, munching and waving a small toy pistol. It makes beeping sounds and flashes a little blue light whenever Xander pulls the trigger.
"That's it!" Dawn exclaims, drawing everyone's attention. She's talking to Spike, not minding the rest. "It's the guy who was here for Halloween that time. Something Rayne?"
Buffy pales. "Ethan Rayne? Where?"
Spike looks from sister to sister, and laughs so hard he almost falls.
---*---
[end]
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Date: 2006-02-06 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 01:57 pm (UTC)Show Must Go On
Date: 2006-02-06 02:48 pm (UTC)I love Ethan. I hope he convinces Giles that having him aound is a good thing!
Hee -- I was all ready to type the title in my subject line, and then double checked it, cause it didn't quite make sense with what I'd read. Good thing -- the title in my mind was "some assembly required" another of those phrases, but not the one you used!
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Date: 2006-02-07 01:02 am (UTC)Isn't "some assembly required" a Buffy ep name? I'm pretty sure.
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Date: 2006-02-07 08:41 am (UTC)Re: Show Must Go On
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Date: 2006-02-08 03:10 pm (UTC)Yay for Giles and Ethan. And Dawn and Spike will cheer them on! :-)
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:21 am (UTC)Yes, it was a Buffy ep, i was right :)
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Date: 2006-02-07 12:56 pm (UTC)Le sweet! :)
Why did Spike laugh in that last bit? Did I miss something?
Write more! Nothing complex, but don't be slow to... nm ;-)
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