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First, the good things:

A short story, The Haunted Author

A good, uplifting news article on gender equality

Some disturbing but interesting images, Fallen Princesses

Yes, I opted out on the LJ linking thing. Let me know if there's any news on that.

Fiction:

The Art Of Seduction, Giles/Ethan

Suns And Guns, Spike, Wesley

Under The Unblinking Sun, Highlander, Horsemen

And a tiny SV drabble which Tastes Like Old Times, for a nostalgic chat.

The last proper fic I posted before this batch, not including Highlander drabbles and dribbles, was on March 22nd, 2009, it seems. It was Violet Sundown, a Giles/Ethan/Xander pwp.




( And now to the depressing, personal stuff. )

Title: Wet Behind The Ears
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Giles, Wesley
Summary: an offer


( post stuff )

Title: Threadbare
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: young men, romantic evening in



There should always be a candle burning. It gives the lot a romantic feel. It's useful in case the power suddenly decides to fail. Plus you can always tip it gently over your lover's body and watch them hiss when melted wax hits their skin.

"And magic."

"And magic," Ethan agrees. "Candles are useful for that, too."

They kiss some more, by the candlelight. Open mouths, messy and wet, one hand on the back of Ethan's neck, fingers threaded in his hair. Other hand carrying his own weight, pressing against the carpet that leaves thread marks on his palm.

He doesn't know where Ethan's hands are, exactly; they travel. Fast and light, featherlike. Except when they pause here and there to squeeze, to pinch. Alternate, sharp and gentle, gentle and sharp, and isn't that just Ethan's style.

"Should always have some element of fire. And some water nearby, or wine in our case. The earth and the air are a given..."

More kissing.

"Now you're just," Ripper starts. Wants to say, you're just being pretentious, you're talking rubbish, must you push the bloody elements into everything. Doesn't say so, because Ethan whispers a word and the little flame on the candle nearest them starts to dance. Ripper watches, fascinated, until the view is obstructed.

Ethan tastes of the cheap wine and of come. It shouldn't taste as good as it does.

He ends up on his back, on the carpet, and slings his arm up over his head. Cold concrete floor, and he pulls his arm back in a hurry. Ethan's on top of him the whole time, kissing, tasting, touching. Making those small hungry sounds.

"Incubus," Ripper murmurs.

"Not quite," Ethan smiles against his chest, and just to make a point, bites him. Sharp teeth. Ripper arches, up and towards the pain. Opens his eyes, which he didn't know he closed.

The ceiling's cracked. Big wet patch in the corner. Ethan's warm against him, sliding up and down him like the best porn. Hard, lithe body. Sparkling eyes.

"Is there any point to it all?" Ripper wonders aloud.

Ethan licks, nibbles. "Have you gone existential on me, Ripper?", in between wet sounds.

"I'd want to marry you," Ripper says to the ceiling. His hand is in Ethan's hair again, but slips away when Ethan sits up.

"Some day," he says and it's almost serious. Might've been, except Ripper knows it's Ethan, and so can't be.

They make love on the filthy carpet, or at least that’s what it feels like at the time, in the moment. They make love and Ripper watches Ethan's face during orgasm, contorted and elated and completely unselfconscious. There is a moment in sex, brief and fleeting, where Ethan lets go. Ripper holds back as much as he can, just to capture these moments.

In the morning, the carpet is just a little bit dirtier than it was the night before. The candles all burnt out, and the only light is the measly grey filtering from outside through boards and broken glass. Ethan wakes and drags himself to a more comfortable corner.

Ripper lingers on for a few moments still, then joins his lover on the mattress. Curls around him, protective, protected. He's not sure. Their bed.

He falls asleep and doesn't wake again until evening.

Title: The Breakfasts
Fandom: Buffy
Prompt: Mary, "Giles and Ethan and omelettes".
Drabble: a 100 words


They're yellow and soft, a bit runny on the inside, whisked briskly and poured to hiss and sizzle in the pan for too short a time. The smell is heavenly,

"Proteins burning,"

he says and smiles. Adds black pepper, and the melted cheese spills from the sides when he cuts into it.

"I like it," he says through a mouthful too hot, greedy first bite taken too hastily, "I like when you make me breakfast."

I like the normalcy, he means to say. The compassion, the kindness, however slight. It's love, he means to say. Love in the morning light.

Like all stories, it started with a kiss. Boy meets boy under moonlit skies. Boy looks deep into boy's eyes. Maybe there's music in the background, something with a low bass beat, something with hard guitars. Either way, boy and boy move together into the kiss, and the moment is like in the movies.

But boy and boy go back into the club after that brief break in the back alley, and there boy starts dancing with a girl, and the one he just kissed looks on and pointedly starts dancing with another man. Only his dancing soon becomes more than dancing. Boy who was dancing with a girl becomes agitated, and boy and boy have a very ugly shouting match over the loud noise inside. Boy drags boy outside to have the shouting match in a quieter setting.

Boy wants more than a kiss. Boy wants more than what boy can give, perhaps. He wants everything, he wants to be loved. He wants to love, if he can. Boy wants boy all to himself.

He demonstrates it badly, with a push and a shove and hissing insults into the face of the one he loves. Instead of pushing back, running, yelling, the boy melts under his assault, becomes pliant. Smiles and his eyes are half-lidded.

Rough hands pulling down too-tight jeans, eager fingers tear at clingy shirts in a hurried attempt to get them out of the way. Boy loves boy, boy wants boy. Boy takes boy, breathless and keening and whispering words, fervent words of devotion, love, apology, need, threats, promises.

Their arms are locked around each other. It ends with a kiss, like all good stories. A soft kiss under the early dawn's skies. Boy looks deep into boy's eyes. The beeping of a dustcart backing somewhere nearby can be heard over the noise of traffic starting to pour into the streets. And the moment is perfect.

Title: Rock-A-By
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Note: adult content.

( I don't have minors on this flist, do I? )

Title: Lino Dreams
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Xander mentioned
Prompt: linoleum, from oxoniensis' Porn Battle V
Disclaimer: Xander is very much over the legal age here.


( Xander looks at the linoleum... )

Title: Five Encounters On The Road
Main character: Ethan Rayne
Fandoms: Buffy, X-Files, Highlander, Dr Who, Music
Rating: safe for all
Summary: Five Rides Ethan Hitched From Nevada
Five ficlets



Title: Hangover
Character: Giles
drabble

Most people assume the whole Ripper deal was 1970s; but Olivia refers to him as such ["Couldn't pass through sunny Cal without looking up ol' Ripper"], and the actress was born in 1972. We can only hope that he didn't sleep with her until 1990 more or less.

I'm just sayin', 80's G/E is not out of the question. In fact, anything up to 1996 or so is - should be - fair game.

Thing is, I make so much of it that I rarely feel like picking samples and posting them.



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