A Response to Memories of Love Long Gone, 1/3
Title: A Response to Memories of Love Long Gone
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Ethan/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: Non-con. Mind control
Summary: Response to a prompt: Xander/Ethan. Ethan thinks Giles is grooming Xander to replace him so he determines to beat Giles to it and take Xander as his own. Bonus points if you get voyeur!Giles in the picture.
Notes: Also responding to a prompt at Taming the Muse: Idle hands are the devil's joy
The lock to the basement apartment was as easy to pick as Ethan had expected. He was slightly more concerned about remaining unnoticed outside but this was, after all, suburban America - adults left their houses only to go to work and their rugrats were all at school.
The smell hit him immediately, a musty combination of day old socks and decaying food. As his eyes adjusted, Ethan winced as much at the decor as at the casual sloppiness: bed unmade, breakfast dishes unwashed, bags of chips scattered around the couch. While Ethan had lived in some rather bohemian digs in his day, he'd always kept them immaculately clean. Why foul your own nest?
He hid the five sigils in as close to a perfect pentacle as he could. The spell didn't require precise orientation to give him a coarse level of control and he could fine-tune it later. As far as he knew, there were no impending apocalypses so the lad should be home early. He'd return after the spell had taken effect.
Midnight. Witching hour. He parked down the road, wanting nothing connecting him to Xander, and walked to the house. His footsteps would have been the only sound in the night if he hadn't been humming. Rupert would have recognized the tune. It had been ancient even back when it had been chanted by crazed, well, what Rupert would call crazed, maenads. Ethan used it to increase his power, not that he felt the need with such a simple spell, but people could be so stubborn about having their minds controlled.
Slipping back into the apartment, Ethan found that the spell had, indeed, worked. Not that he'd expected otherwise. Moving the sigils out into the open, he worked the spell once more, deepening his control and anchoring it into a crystal, a rose quartz. Ethan appreciated the irony of anchoring his spell in an object that symbolized pure love, given what he was going to do with the lad.
Standing above the bed, Ethan pulled the sheet up. Xander was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, with some odd cartoon dog on them. Ethan reevaluated just how much he was going to enjoy it. Not quite a man but definitely no longer a boy and with muscles more sculpted than Ethan had imagined. This was going to be more fun than he'd expected.
“Xander,” he whispered. Xander shouted as he found he couldn't move. “Shh,” Ethan added, placing a finger over his lips. “Only speak when I ask you a direct question. Now get dressed.” Ethan enjoyed watching Xander's eyes bug out as he tried to figure why he was obeying Ethan's commands. “You have the most atrocious taste in clothes but not to worry,” he smirked. “I have something a bit more, hmmm, 'comfortable' would be the appropriate saying but I doubt you'll find them at all comfy. Easier on my eyes, to say the least.”
“Follow me,” Ethan said as he headed for the stairs. “In the unlikely chance we do meet anyone, act normally. You are not to draw attention to us in any way.” Xander followed him, scanning the neighborhood as if hoping someone would rescue him, but obediently getting into the car when ordered.
Ethan had found a home to house sit in the hills above Sunnydale. It was the perfect way to sneak in under the radar with no bothersome paperwork that would allow him to be tracked and he'd found he could get quite used to having the best. Take the outfit he'd picked out for Xander, not that he'd allow the lad to wear it until he'd earned the right, black leather thong with a matching vest that wouldn't even cover his nipples much less meet across his chest.
Xander looked around nervously, not even noticing the fine leather of the couch, the impressive quality of the sound system, or the authenticity of the paintings. The finer things of life are just wasted on some people, Ethan thought. “Calm down,” he said, not expecting his words to have any real effect. “You're not going to be hurt here. Quite the opposite, in fact.” Oh, that didn't calm Xander down, not at all.
“Come,” he said, leading Xander into a first floor bedroom. While the master bedroom upstairs was more luxurious, this room had certain features that couldn't be found up there. For one, a four poster bed if he decided to use chains.
“Strip,” he ordered. Xander looked down at the floor as he started fumbling with his buttons. “Seductively.” Xander looked up, confused. Ethan sighed to himself but didn't break character. “Strip seductively.”
Xander's face became redder and redder as he licked his lips and gyrated his hips while removing his clothes. The lad has quite a bit to learn, Ethan sighed to himself. On the other hand, it meant that Ripper hadn't touched him yet. Most likely Rupert was waiting for him to turn twenty-one, which left plenty of time for Ethan to have his own fun. Time to train him up right and leave Ripper with an unpleasant surprise.
When Xander had finished stripping off his clothes, which he left puddled at his feet, he covered himself up, as best he could, with arms and hands, looking terrified. “Oh, you will be fun to train,” Ethan said, grabbing Xander's unprotected ass. As he licked along Xander's jaw, he squirmed away in response until Ethan said, “Don't move.” Pushing Xander's cheeks apart, he slipped one finger into his asshole, quickly finding and rubbing the prostrate. As Xander's cock twitched in response, Ethan whispered, “Learn your lessons well and you'll be rewarded.” Pulling his finger out, he added, “Don't learn and I'll be rewarded, which amounts to the same thing, really.”
“Idle hands,” Ethan said, rubbing his hands down Xander's chest, “are the devil's joy.” Figuring Xander was thinking of him as a devil by then, he added, “We wouldn't want that, now would we?” Taking Xander's hands, he placed them on his own chest, hoping they were clean enough not to mar his silk shirt. Xander awkwardly rubbed them down Ethan's torso. “More like this,” Ethan said putting his hands on the lad. “Try again.”
After a few tries, Ethan circled his hands around and grabbed Xander on the ass. Xander's eyes grew wider. Ethan smiled. “Now you try that little maneuver yourself.” After Xander's touches had become suitably erotic, at least for a first lesson, Ethan decided it was time to move on.”
“Next lesson: how to sit. On your knees,” he ordered. As Xander scrambled to the floor, Ethan sighed and then told him to get back up. “Your new lesson is how to descend gracefully. Now watch me closely.” Ethan raised his arm to his sides, with a dancer's fluid movement, while crossing his right leg behind in an almost mockery of a curtsy. As he lowered himself onto his right knee, he let his left arm drop to his side and his right hand drifted over his heart. Moving his left knee to the floor, his right hand drifted down.
“Your turn,” he said. Xander practically tripped over himself on his way to the floor. Keeping his expression neutral, Ethan raised himself off the floor. “Get back up. I'll break it down for you,” he said while thinking, after all this work, I'd better be there to see Rupert's expression when he realizes I've beaten him to the fruit basket.
After a few hours, Xander could at least remember the moves even if he looked like a gawky puppy while he tried to get them right. “Enough, you can practice more later, before I take you home but, for now, I think all my hard work deserves a little reward. Don't you?”
“No, I don't. In fact, I think that's a really bad idea,” Xander babbled.
“Shhh,” Ethan replied. Xander became quite. “Ground rules. You don't speak without permission unless it's to point out some sort of danger, a demon for example, or to let me know you're friends are about to notice us. You don't speak of this to anyone or indicate, in any way, there's anything going on.”
As Ethan rubbed his thumb across the lad's lower lip, Xander tightened his jaw, clenching his mouth shut. Such a quick pupil, Ethan thought, and that touch of reluctance just makes my victory that much sweeter.
“On your knees,” he ordered. Xander, his mind on what Ethan would do to him next, descended gracefully to the floor. Ethan's breath caught at the beauty of it. Perhaps Ripper was more clever than I thought when he picked this one.
“By tomorrow night, I want you to know how to undress me with your mouth,” he commanded. “But tonight I'll make it easy on you.”
Xander closed his eyes. “You don't have permission to take your gaze off of me.” Xander looked back up and Ethan started a slow strip tease, not really expecting the lad to be watching closely enough to learn how Ethan expected him to move. Everything was going to be hard with this one.
When he'd undressed, Ethan ordered Xander to join him on the bed, barking out a loud “Now” when Xander seemed reluctant to move. “You're going to wrap those pouty lips around my cock. Since I'm certain you've never done this before, I'll instruct you but only tonight. If you don't remember what I like, I'll punish you and, believe me, you won't enjoy it.” As if you're enjoying any of this, he thought.
“Take the tip in your mouth,” he instructed. “That's it. Now lick. A little lower. Harder. Just a bit harder, Perfect. Keep that up.” Ethan closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation. It had been too long. When he looked down, he noticed that Xander's eyes were open but that the lad looked disgusted. Ethan smirked, wondering how much he could change Xander's mind before Rupert stepped in to take his prize away.
“Take it all the way in,” he said huskily. “Don't worry about deepthroating, at least not tonight. Just take as much as you can.” Grabbing Xander's hair, Ethan started swaying his hips back and forth, shoving his cock into Xander's mouth. As he watched his cock slide in and out, Ethan suddenly realized what Ripper saw in the lad. Those full pouty lips, dark pink, almost red, against his cock. “Swallow, swallow it now,” he screamed, shooting come into Xander's mouth.
Tears welled in Xander's eyes. Ethan wiped them onto a finger, which he held up to Xander's lips to be licked clean. “Good lad,” Ethan whispered, feeling power running through himself like electricity. With a sigh, he added, “I did say I'd give you a chance to practice kneeling gracefully. Since I wouldn't want to break my promise, you can do it over there.” He gestured across the room with a wave of his hand. “We can leave your other cherries for another night.”
Xander blanched at his words but moved over to where Ethan had gestured and made clumsy attempts at kneeling. Ethan sat in a master chair, brought into the bedroom precisely for that purpose, and stared at Xander, knowing his gaze was unnerving the lad. No need to tell Xander that, while the mind is willing, older flesh is weak, he thought.
After a half hour, which Ethan knew must have seemed like an eternity to Xander, he told him to stop and get dressed. Once Xander had his street clothes back on, Ethan said, “Now come here and kiss me, prettily mind you, as if you mean it.” Finally, something the lad knows how to do, he thought before adding, “All right. It's late and I need my beauty sleep. I'll drive you home, wouldn't want anything happening to my lovely lad, now would I? You're to return every night, so long as it doesn't draw attention to our arrangement.”
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Ethan/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: Non-con. Mind control
Summary: Response to a prompt: Xander/Ethan. Ethan thinks Giles is grooming Xander to replace him so he determines to beat Giles to it and take Xander as his own. Bonus points if you get voyeur!Giles in the picture.
Notes: Also responding to a prompt at Taming the Muse: Idle hands are the devil's joy
The lock to the basement apartment was as easy to pick as Ethan had expected. He was slightly more concerned about remaining unnoticed outside but this was, after all, suburban America - adults left their houses only to go to work and their rugrats were all at school.
The smell hit him immediately, a musty combination of day old socks and decaying food. As his eyes adjusted, Ethan winced as much at the decor as at the casual sloppiness: bed unmade, breakfast dishes unwashed, bags of chips scattered around the couch. While Ethan had lived in some rather bohemian digs in his day, he'd always kept them immaculately clean. Why foul your own nest?
He hid the five sigils in as close to a perfect pentacle as he could. The spell didn't require precise orientation to give him a coarse level of control and he could fine-tune it later. As far as he knew, there were no impending apocalypses so the lad should be home early. He'd return after the spell had taken effect.
Midnight. Witching hour. He parked down the road, wanting nothing connecting him to Xander, and walked to the house. His footsteps would have been the only sound in the night if he hadn't been humming. Rupert would have recognized the tune. It had been ancient even back when it had been chanted by crazed, well, what Rupert would call crazed, maenads. Ethan used it to increase his power, not that he felt the need with such a simple spell, but people could be so stubborn about having their minds controlled.
Slipping back into the apartment, Ethan found that the spell had, indeed, worked. Not that he'd expected otherwise. Moving the sigils out into the open, he worked the spell once more, deepening his control and anchoring it into a crystal, a rose quartz. Ethan appreciated the irony of anchoring his spell in an object that symbolized pure love, given what he was going to do with the lad.
Standing above the bed, Ethan pulled the sheet up. Xander was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, with some odd cartoon dog on them. Ethan reevaluated just how much he was going to enjoy it. Not quite a man but definitely no longer a boy and with muscles more sculpted than Ethan had imagined. This was going to be more fun than he'd expected.
“Xander,” he whispered. Xander shouted as he found he couldn't move. “Shh,” Ethan added, placing a finger over his lips. “Only speak when I ask you a direct question. Now get dressed.” Ethan enjoyed watching Xander's eyes bug out as he tried to figure why he was obeying Ethan's commands. “You have the most atrocious taste in clothes but not to worry,” he smirked. “I have something a bit more, hmmm, 'comfortable' would be the appropriate saying but I doubt you'll find them at all comfy. Easier on my eyes, to say the least.”
“Follow me,” Ethan said as he headed for the stairs. “In the unlikely chance we do meet anyone, act normally. You are not to draw attention to us in any way.” Xander followed him, scanning the neighborhood as if hoping someone would rescue him, but obediently getting into the car when ordered.
Ethan had found a home to house sit in the hills above Sunnydale. It was the perfect way to sneak in under the radar with no bothersome paperwork that would allow him to be tracked and he'd found he could get quite used to having the best. Take the outfit he'd picked out for Xander, not that he'd allow the lad to wear it until he'd earned the right, black leather thong with a matching vest that wouldn't even cover his nipples much less meet across his chest.
Xander looked around nervously, not even noticing the fine leather of the couch, the impressive quality of the sound system, or the authenticity of the paintings. The finer things of life are just wasted on some people, Ethan thought. “Calm down,” he said, not expecting his words to have any real effect. “You're not going to be hurt here. Quite the opposite, in fact.” Oh, that didn't calm Xander down, not at all.
“Come,” he said, leading Xander into a first floor bedroom. While the master bedroom upstairs was more luxurious, this room had certain features that couldn't be found up there. For one, a four poster bed if he decided to use chains.
“Strip,” he ordered. Xander looked down at the floor as he started fumbling with his buttons. “Seductively.” Xander looked up, confused. Ethan sighed to himself but didn't break character. “Strip seductively.”
Xander's face became redder and redder as he licked his lips and gyrated his hips while removing his clothes. The lad has quite a bit to learn, Ethan sighed to himself. On the other hand, it meant that Ripper hadn't touched him yet. Most likely Rupert was waiting for him to turn twenty-one, which left plenty of time for Ethan to have his own fun. Time to train him up right and leave Ripper with an unpleasant surprise.
When Xander had finished stripping off his clothes, which he left puddled at his feet, he covered himself up, as best he could, with arms and hands, looking terrified. “Oh, you will be fun to train,” Ethan said, grabbing Xander's unprotected ass. As he licked along Xander's jaw, he squirmed away in response until Ethan said, “Don't move.” Pushing Xander's cheeks apart, he slipped one finger into his asshole, quickly finding and rubbing the prostrate. As Xander's cock twitched in response, Ethan whispered, “Learn your lessons well and you'll be rewarded.” Pulling his finger out, he added, “Don't learn and I'll be rewarded, which amounts to the same thing, really.”
“Idle hands,” Ethan said, rubbing his hands down Xander's chest, “are the devil's joy.” Figuring Xander was thinking of him as a devil by then, he added, “We wouldn't want that, now would we?” Taking Xander's hands, he placed them on his own chest, hoping they were clean enough not to mar his silk shirt. Xander awkwardly rubbed them down Ethan's torso. “More like this,” Ethan said putting his hands on the lad. “Try again.”
After a few tries, Ethan circled his hands around and grabbed Xander on the ass. Xander's eyes grew wider. Ethan smiled. “Now you try that little maneuver yourself.” After Xander's touches had become suitably erotic, at least for a first lesson, Ethan decided it was time to move on.”
“Next lesson: how to sit. On your knees,” he ordered. As Xander scrambled to the floor, Ethan sighed and then told him to get back up. “Your new lesson is how to descend gracefully. Now watch me closely.” Ethan raised his arm to his sides, with a dancer's fluid movement, while crossing his right leg behind in an almost mockery of a curtsy. As he lowered himself onto his right knee, he let his left arm drop to his side and his right hand drifted over his heart. Moving his left knee to the floor, his right hand drifted down.
“Your turn,” he said. Xander practically tripped over himself on his way to the floor. Keeping his expression neutral, Ethan raised himself off the floor. “Get back up. I'll break it down for you,” he said while thinking, after all this work, I'd better be there to see Rupert's expression when he realizes I've beaten him to the fruit basket.
After a few hours, Xander could at least remember the moves even if he looked like a gawky puppy while he tried to get them right. “Enough, you can practice more later, before I take you home but, for now, I think all my hard work deserves a little reward. Don't you?”
“No, I don't. In fact, I think that's a really bad idea,” Xander babbled.
“Shhh,” Ethan replied. Xander became quite. “Ground rules. You don't speak without permission unless it's to point out some sort of danger, a demon for example, or to let me know you're friends are about to notice us. You don't speak of this to anyone or indicate, in any way, there's anything going on.”
As Ethan rubbed his thumb across the lad's lower lip, Xander tightened his jaw, clenching his mouth shut. Such a quick pupil, Ethan thought, and that touch of reluctance just makes my victory that much sweeter.
“On your knees,” he ordered. Xander, his mind on what Ethan would do to him next, descended gracefully to the floor. Ethan's breath caught at the beauty of it. Perhaps Ripper was more clever than I thought when he picked this one.
“By tomorrow night, I want you to know how to undress me with your mouth,” he commanded. “But tonight I'll make it easy on you.”
Xander closed his eyes. “You don't have permission to take your gaze off of me.” Xander looked back up and Ethan started a slow strip tease, not really expecting the lad to be watching closely enough to learn how Ethan expected him to move. Everything was going to be hard with this one.
When he'd undressed, Ethan ordered Xander to join him on the bed, barking out a loud “Now” when Xander seemed reluctant to move. “You're going to wrap those pouty lips around my cock. Since I'm certain you've never done this before, I'll instruct you but only tonight. If you don't remember what I like, I'll punish you and, believe me, you won't enjoy it.” As if you're enjoying any of this, he thought.
“Take the tip in your mouth,” he instructed. “That's it. Now lick. A little lower. Harder. Just a bit harder, Perfect. Keep that up.” Ethan closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation. It had been too long. When he looked down, he noticed that Xander's eyes were open but that the lad looked disgusted. Ethan smirked, wondering how much he could change Xander's mind before Rupert stepped in to take his prize away.
“Take it all the way in,” he said huskily. “Don't worry about deepthroating, at least not tonight. Just take as much as you can.” Grabbing Xander's hair, Ethan started swaying his hips back and forth, shoving his cock into Xander's mouth. As he watched his cock slide in and out, Ethan suddenly realized what Ripper saw in the lad. Those full pouty lips, dark pink, almost red, against his cock. “Swallow, swallow it now,” he screamed, shooting come into Xander's mouth.
Tears welled in Xander's eyes. Ethan wiped them onto a finger, which he held up to Xander's lips to be licked clean. “Good lad,” Ethan whispered, feeling power running through himself like electricity. With a sigh, he added, “I did say I'd give you a chance to practice kneeling gracefully. Since I wouldn't want to break my promise, you can do it over there.” He gestured across the room with a wave of his hand. “We can leave your other cherries for another night.”
Xander blanched at his words but moved over to where Ethan had gestured and made clumsy attempts at kneeling. Ethan sat in a master chair, brought into the bedroom precisely for that purpose, and stared at Xander, knowing his gaze was unnerving the lad. No need to tell Xander that, while the mind is willing, older flesh is weak, he thought.
After a half hour, which Ethan knew must have seemed like an eternity to Xander, he told him to stop and get dressed. Once Xander had his street clothes back on, Ethan said, “Now come here and kiss me, prettily mind you, as if you mean it.” Finally, something the lad knows how to do, he thought before adding, “All right. It's late and I need my beauty sleep. I'll drive you home, wouldn't want anything happening to my lovely lad, now would I? You're to return every night, so long as it doesn't draw attention to our arrangement.”