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Title: Ex Officio
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: pwp in the office
Warning: unapologetic anal sex
Thanks: Sheila and Cat


( It was the risk of getting caught that did it for him, Ethan thinks... )

Title: This Bed
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: smell memory
Note: funny structure



He drops on his back on the clean sheets he just changed, and thinks back.

Back to a smaller flat,
darker,
dirty sheets,
thinner mattress,
by far.

Smell of old sex
and old friends
and Old Spice.

Now his place smells of clean sheets and baked scones - not home baked, from the café downstairs. The sheets are white and pristine and well-stretched, and cold. And lonely.

He remembers Ethan on the sheets.

Not these sheets; the ones back in that small, dark flat. Ethan didn't look the way he does today, he looked so young, so young. And he himself looked young, acted young. Acted out. With Ethan. On the sheets.

Nothing in that flat smelled of laundry detergent.

They're mostly just bases. I wanted to fancy them up a bit but had a headache. So not tonight.

Want, take, credit.


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On a very related note, I love my Ethan and Giles. And my gay dead show. And Joss.

Title: Music To My Ears
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: I refuse to apologise. Is fluff.



They're mostly quiet. It's just moans, breathing. Not even please or harder or even yes. Only moans, and the wet sounds. Springs of the bed creaking when they're in Ethan's house, not so much at Rupert's, it's a different mattress.

The moans grow louder, the wet sounds more frantic. Ethan bites his lower lip to stop himself from shouting. Pulls Rupert in for a kiss that would muffle it. His own heartbeat roars in his ears.

Then the silence is even more pronounced, in the afterglow, in the afterthoughts. When their bodies cool down, their breathing slows back to normal. Somehow, when they were looking at each other, touching each other, they didn't need the words so much, and now, lying side by side, Rupert staring at the ceiling, Ethan staring at the wall, the silence is deafening.

So they cuddle, pretend they're going to sleep. One blanket pulled over their shoulders to protect them from the chill. In each other's arms, the calming sound of the other's heartbeat is enough for both. Ethan's fingers stroke through Rupert's hair, Rupert's head resting on the angle of Ethan's shoulder. And then his body shakes, and he lifts his head and turns away from Ethan and sneezes, loud and heartfelt and probably seasonal allergies or maybe the dust and echoing in the room, off the walls.

Ethan gives one choked snort, which quickly becomes a proper chuckle, and, when Rupert turns back to look at him with dazed eyes that try to produce a glare, it becomes laughter. Rupert then relents, smiles, collapses in giggles. The sounds, the gales of laughter, soar together, complimenting each other; a symphony of joy where before they created a symphony of lust. Both pure, simple emotions. Rupert returns to his place under the blanket, in Ethan's arms, with a smile still playing on his lips, in the corners of his eyes. He'll stay the night this time, stay until morning.

Ethan never bothered telling him he snores.


[end]

beccaelizabeth said: Google finds about 218 results for "I'm going to die a virgin". And another 42 if you spell it "gonna".


*

"I'm going to die a virgin."

Andrew says and looks up at the monster, pale. Buffy shrugs, and charges forward. Xander spares a moment to glance at the younger boy, pitying.

*

"I'm going to die a virgin."

"Xander, you had lots of sex," Spike says, "I smelled it on you."

Xander cowers behind their makeshift barricade. "Yeah, but never with you."

*

"I'm going to die a virgin."

Giles can only stare, speechless at the audacity.

"Save me from this fate?"

After a moment of sputtering, Giles finds the words. "Ethan, I saved you in that manner many times in the past. And you were no virgin when we met."

"Oh, do give us a break, Rupert. Don't you want to have one last... bang, before we go?"

"We're not going anywhere," Giles mutters, avoiding the issue and the offer.

*

"I'm going to die a virgin."

"Right now, or in general?"

Connor glares angrily at his father's blondest childe.

*


Gah, I can have a million more. They're like fun little nuggety bite-sized cookies.

Title: Rum With A View
Fandom: Buffy
Type: Slash M/M
Note: Cinder on rum said: Corsets, Giles, Spike




It looks like one hell of a party happened here last night. ( Giles only wishes he could remember any of it. )

Title: Strangers When We Meet
Challenge: "Crossover, BtVS/Firefly, Giles/Inara, subtle" for empressvesica
At oxoniensis' Porn Battle



There is a subtle aroma of tea and sandalwood in her room.

They speak in soft voices about any topic in the world, politics, history. He finds that while she has her own opinions, somehow the debate is never too heated, always just enough. There is never tension, or discontent. He finds it a refreshing change.

When the sex comes, it feels natural, a gradual and not too hasty turn of events. Her dark eyes seem sincere, and for a moment it throws him. But there is tenderness in her touch, her knowing, practiced touch, and soon he forgets. Lust is real. The thick, richly embroidered coverlet under his back. The cool linen underneath, when they slide under the covers together, entangled in a passionate embrace. Her skin is so soft, in this world where everything is rough, where everything is impoverished and she's so supple, so delectable.

Afterwards, no words are said about money. When she goes to wash herself of him, he subtly places the bills in her bedside drawer.

[end]

Title: Awakening
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: "I love the smell of Ripper in the morning", from here.
Series: Domestic fluff snippets (mostly unposted)
Thanks: to Cat for beta, for title, and for encouraging the domestic fluff snippets.



"I love the smell of Ripper in the morning," Ethan says, grinning. "Smells like..."

So many things, really; sleep and morning sunlight, and messy hair that is part shampoo and part cigarette smoke, and just a hint of something more herbal, smoked or burned at an altar. Also remnants of last night, and night has such a unique, distinct smell of its own.

And he smells of needing to go brush his teeth, and he smells of the need for caffeine because last night was a late night and this morning is an early morning... And he smells of the blankets, and of the pillow which left the marks of sleep, lines crisscrossing half his face, folds in the fabric leaving delicate dents that will disappear by the time he makes it to a mirror.

Ethan slips under the covers and insinuates himself tight against the warm body in bed. His lover communicates one half-loud snore, and throws an arm over him. Ethan inhales deeply, pressing his face in the crook of Giles' neck. Warmth there, and sleep, and content, calm Rupert. He slides lower down.

Greying hairs rough against his lips, and the thump of Rupert's heart is louder here, beating against his chest. Smell of skin, of body, smell of man. Ethan kisses a trail, making sure to dip his tongue into the bellybutton in his way. The quiet hums that become sleepy mutterings supply reassurance. He turns his face to the side and rubs his cheek against coarse hairs; here, Rupert smells of sex and musk, and the warmth is far more pronounced. A very lazy morning erection starts to rear its head against his chin.

Ethan gives a quick lick, and a moan from above tells him his lover is fully awake and will more likely than not become demanding in a few moments' time. He considers leaving, being a tease, force Rupert to abandon his bed and follow. But the taste on his tongue leads to other thoughts, pleasanter ones.

He smiles against the hot, hardening flesh. This is his to play with, and first thing in the morning, no less.

"Smells like.... victory," he says to himself, and that's the last thing he says for a while.

[end]

( is interesting. )


ETA hours later:
The 12 chars meme is making the rounds again:

BEFORE CLICKING THE CUT, pick 12 characters and assign them numbers 1 through 12. Write it down. Then answer the questions.

( My characters )

( The Q&A )

I should do this one day with completely rare characters that nobody else likes.