A Response to Memories of Love Long Gone 2/3
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: Hell Hath No Fury Like...
Previously... Part 1
Eight nights later, Xander was kneeling at Ethan's feet. The black leather really did look good on him, even in the dim light from the one standing lamp. It really was too bad that Tiffany hadn't gone with any truly exotic scenes, Ethan thought. Pictures of men buggering each other, shining through the lampshade would have added just the perfect touch.
As Xander's tongue licked around the tip of his cock, Ethan closed his eyes in pleasure. “You really are making quite remarkable progress,” he said. Xander, who hadn't been given permission to speak, merely kept at it. “But I'm ready to go deeper, much deeper,” Ethan added, shoving his cock down Xander's throat. He backed off a bit at the sounds of choking, hating to have to be the responsible one but, Xander conditioned as he was, would let Ethan choke him to death, if that's what he thought he was supposed to do. “You really are lucky. Just think of the kind of abuse you'd be facing if somebody else had this power over you.”
Xander's mouth was hot and wet around Ethan's cock and the base of his throat tight against it's tip. Ethan shoved in and out, right at the edge of Xander's throat, rubbing it raw and then, as he shoved himself all the way in, he shouted, “Swallow.” Xander did twice. Ethan, as he came, pulled out, spilling his seed into Xander's mouth and then pulling out completely to watch him swallow. While Xander had to act as if he wanted Ethan most of the time, he was allowed to show his true feelings when he tried to get the taste of come out of his mouth. Xander's look of disgust as he tried to lick out the last of Ethan was too titillating to give up.
Rubbing his hands through Xander's hair, Ethan had started to wonder why he wasn't enjoying their evenings together as much as he'd expected to when Xander spoke out of turn, only calling him Master but it was shocking still. The lad shouldn't have been able to speak without permission and then he spoke again. “You ordered me to tell you if my friends might discover us.”
Ah, that made more sense although Ethan didn't see how that could be, unless Ripper was being especially observant. “Tell me.”
“Between our time here and practicing when I get home, I haven't been getting enough sleep. My friends have started to notice. I've tried putting them off but Willow's starting in with her resolve face and, well, I'm not sure what she'll do.”
Ethan took a good look at Xander. The resiliency of youth had hidden his exhaustion for a while but there were bags under his eyes and, looking back, Ethan noted that he had seemed to have less energy the last few evenings. “We'll finish up early here tonight and I'll give you three nights off to recuperate,” Ethan told him. “Take the time off completely, no need to practice at home even. Just make sure you don't do anything to draw attention to us.”
“Now, how about a quick round of buggery” he asked, grabbing Xander's ass, “and then I'll take you home.” Xander rose, gracefully, those lessons had finally taken, to fetch the lube. Kneeling back down before Ethan, Xander's skillful fingers hardened him again as he slicked Ethan's cock. Contrary to his words, Ethan took his time, slowly pushing himself into Xander's ass, shoving himself all the way in again and again. He wanted Xander to be sore for those three full days, and nights, to remind him that, even though he was getting a bit of vacation, his Master was waiting for him.
He aimed his thrusts straight at Xander's prostrate, nailing it time and time again, until the lad was shuddering with pleasure before him. You may hate me, Ethan thought, and you may think you loathe this but you're wrong. “You'll be my sweet little bit of a slut for as long as I want you, won't you?” Ethan asked. “Say it.”
“I'm your whore” Xander said, as they both came.
Pulling out of him, Ethan ordered Xander to fetch a washcloth and clean up the mess. Xander gently, but quickly, wiped Ethan's cock clean and then ran the washcloth across himself as well. Ethan felt a stirring of lust but no more than that. Xander became efficient and impersonal when he cleaned them up, not wanting to arouse Ethan again, and then he rushed to the second bedroom, where Ethan allowed him to change. Ethan had, one night, let Xander to think they were done for the evening and then told him to strip again. The look of despair on Xander's face had been all Ethan had hoped for and more. It was almost dawn by the time he'd gotten the lad home that night but he couldn't afford to do that again, not until Xander'd gotten a chance to catch up on his sleep anyway.
By the time the three days had passed, Ethan had realized what was wrong with their arrangement. Ripper was a top. Why was he training Xander to take a submissive role when that's exactly what Ripper would want from him? Ethan himself preferred the subtle control of the submissive role. No reason he couldn't order Xander to act as the Master. It would take some training but no more than teaching him to be a bottom had.
Hell hath no fury like rage bound, Ethan thought as Xander caned him, hard enough to leave bloody welts. Ripper, who had cared for him at one time, had never abused him so much, even when Ethan had begged to be beaten till he'd bled. Xander, in his hatred, was more than willing to take Ethan to his edge, a place Ripper would never go. Ethan wasn't sure if Xander saw the irony of the situation. It was possible the lad was merely willing to hurt Ethan in any way he could although he certainly knew Ethan enjoyed the pain.
Ethan's shudder told Xander to stop. He'd created a series of subtle signals to clearly let Xander know what he wanted. Throwing the cane across the room, Xander dragged Ethan onto the silk sheets of the bed and cradled him in his arms. “Oh, my dear,” Ethan said, caressing his hand across Xander's cheek, “you take such good care of me.” Xander's jaw tightened, just perceptibly, at the words, but he obediently leaned in for a kiss.
Feeling greedy that night, Ethan was unwilling to draw out the kisses for very long and so, after only a few minutes, he wriggled his ass against Xander's leg. Breaking away from the kiss, Xander's head jerked up, as if he were looking out the window into the dark landscape. He was always as impersonal as Ethan's directions allowed him to be. “Lay down,” he barked out. Ethan stretched himself out on the bed and watched Xander lube himself up. Sometimes he took his time, delaying the inevitable with slow strokes and other nights he slathered it on and slammed into Ethan quickly, hoping to get the evening over with. It never made any difference though. Their nights together never ended until Ethan wanted them to.
Xander slammed into Ethan, obviously opting for fast and furious. “You dirty little whore,” he said. “Do you really think I'll touch the likes of you?”
“Please, Master,” Ethan begged, while shaking his head slightly in negation. “Please wrap your hand around me and make me come.”
“Not dirtying myself with a perverted slut like you,” Xander said, keeping up a steady thrusting motion. “You don't deserve it,” he added, keeping a stream of insults going while he fucked Ethan. “I might not even let you come. Maybe I'll leave you hanging, not allow you to come for days.” Ethan trembled as Xander nailed his prostrate. His breath hitched in and he shot his come out across the both of them.
Xander pulled out as soon as he'd come. He always stopped touching Ethan as soon as the scenarios allowed. Ethan rather enjoyed his reluctance. The little reminders of how much Xander hated their evenings together were just added spice.
“May I prepare a shower for you, Master?” Ethan asked, letting Xander know their night wasn't even close to finished. Xander clenched his fists but merely nodded in response. Whistling as he started the shower, Ethan thought about how sweet Xander's cock would taste with the water flowing down over the both of them. The only thing missing in their scenarios was the subtle touches of humiliation a true Master could bring to a scene. Ethan felt reluctant to train Xander in them though. Ripper had been brilliant at humiliating him and teaching it to Xander felt too much like betrayal. It was a hypocritical thought, to be sure, since he'd set out to betray Ripper, but he couldn't shake it all the same.