Twist In My Sobriety
Jul. 11th, 2006 03:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Twist In My Sobriety
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Ep: A New Man, alternative bit
Warning: Alcohol is bad for your liver, among other things.
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It wasn't the drink. He'd have loved to be able to blame the drink, but it wasn't that, it was that he'd wanted Ethan, craved him, and drank just that extra bit of courage it took to pull the man into his arms. Drank just so he'd have something to blame.
But it wasn't the alcohol, flowing warm in his veins, that made the kiss this passionate; it wasn't the drink that made whatever emotion played in Ethan's eyes seem so inviting. He wasn't quite intoxicated enough to... to feel what he felt.
He definitely wasn't too drunk, if one put it bluntly, to get it up. And then again, some time later, which he hadn't done in ages and he couldn't help but have a nagging suspicion that Ethan had either helped with that, using magic, or... or that it was Ethan who brought that reaction in him, naturally. Who knew what to touch, what to say. Who fucked in a way that was splendidly selfish and at the same time was entirely invested in his partner, at least when with him. At least tonight.
He woke with a mild hangover and a strange taste in his mouth. He felt muddled, limbs heavy, mind slow. He rolled over to find Ethan still sprawled on the other side of the bed, deliciously well-fucked and asleep. He hadn't expected the man to stay for the morning. He thought Ethan would disappear before sunrise, as he always had. Touched, in a strangely romantic way, he gently rested his hand on Ethan's long, tempting thigh. Such a beautiful sight, all this naked skin under his fingers... his demonic, claw-tipped fingers. He sighed. Bloody magicks.
"Ethan."
Dark eyes opened sleepily, and then widened in alarm.
"Ethan?"
"Rupert?" Ethan blinked. "You realise you're growling?"
"You realise you've turned me into a demon?" That wasn't all he said; there were some very choice descriptions of Ethan's moral standards and his heritage involved. Unfortunately, from Ethan's expression, it was obvious the words were not in English. The mage reached a hand carefully and petted what could only have been Rupert's left horn. The sensation was... pleasant. How irritating. Rupert purred, then growled. And Ethan grinned.
"I'm almost entirely sure I said horny," he said. "Must've been drunk, old man."
[end]
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Ep: A New Man, alternative bit
Warning: Alcohol is bad for your liver, among other things.
*
It wasn't the drink. He'd have loved to be able to blame the drink, but it wasn't that, it was that he'd wanted Ethan, craved him, and drank just that extra bit of courage it took to pull the man into his arms. Drank just so he'd have something to blame.
But it wasn't the alcohol, flowing warm in his veins, that made the kiss this passionate; it wasn't the drink that made whatever emotion played in Ethan's eyes seem so inviting. He wasn't quite intoxicated enough to... to feel what he felt.
He definitely wasn't too drunk, if one put it bluntly, to get it up. And then again, some time later, which he hadn't done in ages and he couldn't help but have a nagging suspicion that Ethan had either helped with that, using magic, or... or that it was Ethan who brought that reaction in him, naturally. Who knew what to touch, what to say. Who fucked in a way that was splendidly selfish and at the same time was entirely invested in his partner, at least when with him. At least tonight.
He woke with a mild hangover and a strange taste in his mouth. He felt muddled, limbs heavy, mind slow. He rolled over to find Ethan still sprawled on the other side of the bed, deliciously well-fucked and asleep. He hadn't expected the man to stay for the morning. He thought Ethan would disappear before sunrise, as he always had. Touched, in a strangely romantic way, he gently rested his hand on Ethan's long, tempting thigh. Such a beautiful sight, all this naked skin under his fingers... his demonic, claw-tipped fingers. He sighed. Bloody magicks.
"Ethan."
Dark eyes opened sleepily, and then widened in alarm.
"Ethan?"
"Rupert?" Ethan blinked. "You realise you're growling?"
"You realise you've turned me into a demon?" That wasn't all he said; there were some very choice descriptions of Ethan's moral standards and his heritage involved. Unfortunately, from Ethan's expression, it was obvious the words were not in English. The mage reached a hand carefully and petted what could only have been Rupert's left horn. The sensation was... pleasant. How irritating. Rupert purred, then growled. And Ethan grinned.
"I'm almost entirely sure I said horny," he said. "Must've been drunk, old man."
[end]
