{Multi AU} The Resort - Part 1
Story Name: The Resort
Fandom: Multifandom Alternate Universe
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 18
Part: 1
Words: 1,380
Summary: Giles is ordered to take a vacation and decides to visit The Resort, an exclusive BDSM club buried underground. On booking, he places an order for a submissive but is a little surprised by who he gets and the bond that forms between them. Beta by the wonderful alarielle.
~#~#~
Rupert Giles sighed as he packed the last few files into his briefcase. He hated bureaucracy. And he especially hated it when it knocked on his door and decided that he needed a break. That he'd been working too hard recently. And it wouldn't do for the British Museum's head curator to suffer a burnout. Of course, he mused, this was all because the board was meeting next week and his superior couldn't stand to be shown up as he had been last week. It wasn't his fault that the idiot didn't know his arse from a hole in the ground.
He looked around the office for anything else that could possibly be of use to the overpaid stuffed shirt who claimed to run the Museum. Satisfied, he left his office, closing and locking the door behind him. Tucking his briefcase under his arm, he pulled out his mobile phone and scrolled through the list of contacts stored in the memory. He paused on one particular entry, a sly 'Ripper' grin starting to spread across his face. If the idiot wanted him out of the way, who was he to argue?
Giles pressed the button and held the phone to his ear. He listened the ringing on the other end, waiting patiently for someone to pick up. After only three rings, the phone on the other end was picked up and a pleasant voice had greeted him.
"Good afternoon, this is Rupert Giles, membership number 7037A. I'd like to make a booking."
"Of course, Sir. Transferring your call now." The pleasant voice answered.
Giles walked down the steps that led to the car park and to the smart looking BMW he had treated himself to on his 40th birthday. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped his briefcase on the passenger seat before sitting in and letting himself relax into the soft leather seats, phone still to his ear.
"Mister Giles?"
This voice was rougher than the last but still pleasant.
"Yes." Giles acknowledged
"Thank you for waiting. How may I help you?" The voice asked.
Giles smiled. "I appear to have some free time and was looking to spend some of it at your resort."
"Of course, Sir. When were you planning on visiting?"
Giles could hear fingers typing away on keys in the background.
"Do you have anything available for the day after tomorrow?" Giles mentally did some calculations concerning the amount of time it would take him to get to his destination.
"Yes Sir, we have several vacancies. What type of accommodation would you prefer?" More typing in the background.
"A suite, please. For a week." Giles shifted the phone slightly as he manoeuvred to hunt for his wallet in his pocket.
"That's booked for you now, Mr. Giles. A suite for a week starting from the day after tomorrow. Will you be requiring anything else?" The voice enquired.
Again, Giles smiled ferally. "I will require a companion. Male this time, I think. A submissive but with a backbone, someone who is a little of a challenge, can answer back but knows when not to. Lively."
More typing. "Any preference on physical characteristics?"
"No, no preferences," Giles answered. "But if possible, no older than 25."
"Is there anything else was can provide, Sir? Any specific facilities that you will require? Any equipment?"
"I presume the suite will come with standard disciplinary equipment?" Giles asked.
"Of course, Sir. All our suites are equipped to fill all basic needs."
"Then no. That will be sufficient." Giles paused, thinking on whether there would be anything else he would need. "Oh, and could you see to it that there is a bottle of Marquis de Montesquiou XO Impérial in the room when I arrive?"
It had been a while since he had splashed out on such a lavish bottle of brandy, but the taste was incomparable and would be nice after the journey.
"Yes, Sir. That will be no problem. Could I get your credit card number for security, please?" The voice asked.
"Of course."
Giles fished his credit card from his wallet and read off the number. The voice on the other end of the phone happily confirmed his booking. Giles hung up and dumped his phone on top of his briefcase. His holiday was in place, now he just had to book flights and he’d be on his way. It had been too long since he’d allowed himself a good holiday and this enforced absence from work was the perfect opportunity. A week of rest and relaxation away from his office was just what he needed, and indulging in some of his baser desires? Well, that was just the icing on the cake.
~#~#~
Giles stood in the lift, accompanied only by a member of staff who currently carried the small suitcase he’d brought with him. He could already feel the thrill of excitement wrapped around his spine as he descended to his destination. The usual doubts flitted around his mind as he thought over what he planned to do during his stay. It had been far too long since he’d had this type of holiday. Far too long since he’d stretched this particular muscle.
The door pinged and slid open. Giles stepped out of the lift and let himself take in the opulent surrounding. Rich reds and deep burgundies, creamy beiges and off-whites covered everything. Plush couches were placed in recessed alcoves. Glass tables with papers from around the world. Everything tastefully done but invitingly comfortable. A far cry from the dusty office he occupied in the British Museum.
A polite cough from beside him drew him from his reverie. Giles turned to look and found himself staring at a diminutive woman dressed in the formal uniform of The Resort.
“Mister Giles?” She asked.
“That’s right.” He smiled politely.
“We have your suite ready for you. If you’d come this way?” She gestured towards a corridor.
Giles nodded and fell into step beside the professional woman.
“As you know, you have full access to all facilities here, although some have to be pre-booked due to demand. That can be done by simply dialling zero on your phone. If you have any questions or need anything, please feel free to ask any of our staff. We’re open 24 hours a day.” She paused, looking at Giles to see if he had any questions. When he didn’t appear to, she continued. “Your suite is number 17.”
Giles paused in front of door 17 and waited until she opened the door with a key card. He looked into the room before stepping in. The suite was done in deep blues with facets of gold with a white deep pile carpet on the floor. As Giles looked around the room, his eyes stopped on a kneeling figure in the middle of the room.
The boy’s head was bent down as he knelt, legs slightly apart, hands behind his back. The perfect submissive posture. But Giles couldn’t help but feel as if the boy’s eyes were on him. As if he was watching through the brown, shaggy hair.
“Everything you requested has been laid out for you, Mister Giles. If you require anything else, please call.” The woman smiled as she left the room, bringing the unnamed suitcase carrier with her.
Giles took another look around the room, this time ignoring the kneeling prize. His cognac was sitting on a small table close to the fire, just far enough back that the liquid would not be over heated. He walked over to the table and uncapped the bottle. Pouring himself a generous measure, he let his eyes drift back to the kneeling boy.
The boy, he looked just about 18, still hadn’t moved. He had a shock of brown hair that fell to cover his eyes. He seemed strong enough, broad shoulders, powerful thighs. He wore a simple slave harness of leather.
Giles swirled the cognac in the glass as he walked over to the boy. Reaching down, he lifted the boys head until he was staring into the most chocolaty eyes that he had ever seen. Giles’ breath caught as he caught the faintest flicker of fight in those wonderful orbs. The boy was perfect. Just what he had ordered. Now to have some fun!
Fandom: Multifandom Alternate Universe
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 18
Part: 1
Words: 1,380
Summary: Giles is ordered to take a vacation and decides to visit The Resort, an exclusive BDSM club buried underground. On booking, he places an order for a submissive but is a little surprised by who he gets and the bond that forms between them. Beta by the wonderful alarielle.
~#~#~
Rupert Giles sighed as he packed the last few files into his briefcase. He hated bureaucracy. And he especially hated it when it knocked on his door and decided that he needed a break. That he'd been working too hard recently. And it wouldn't do for the British Museum's head curator to suffer a burnout. Of course, he mused, this was all because the board was meeting next week and his superior couldn't stand to be shown up as he had been last week. It wasn't his fault that the idiot didn't know his arse from a hole in the ground.
He looked around the office for anything else that could possibly be of use to the overpaid stuffed shirt who claimed to run the Museum. Satisfied, he left his office, closing and locking the door behind him. Tucking his briefcase under his arm, he pulled out his mobile phone and scrolled through the list of contacts stored in the memory. He paused on one particular entry, a sly 'Ripper' grin starting to spread across his face. If the idiot wanted him out of the way, who was he to argue?
Giles pressed the button and held the phone to his ear. He listened the ringing on the other end, waiting patiently for someone to pick up. After only three rings, the phone on the other end was picked up and a pleasant voice had greeted him.
"Good afternoon, this is Rupert Giles, membership number 7037A. I'd like to make a booking."
"Of course, Sir. Transferring your call now." The pleasant voice answered.
Giles walked down the steps that led to the car park and to the smart looking BMW he had treated himself to on his 40th birthday. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped his briefcase on the passenger seat before sitting in and letting himself relax into the soft leather seats, phone still to his ear.
"Mister Giles?"
This voice was rougher than the last but still pleasant.
"Yes." Giles acknowledged
"Thank you for waiting. How may I help you?" The voice asked.
Giles smiled. "I appear to have some free time and was looking to spend some of it at your resort."
"Of course, Sir. When were you planning on visiting?"
Giles could hear fingers typing away on keys in the background.
"Do you have anything available for the day after tomorrow?" Giles mentally did some calculations concerning the amount of time it would take him to get to his destination.
"Yes Sir, we have several vacancies. What type of accommodation would you prefer?" More typing in the background.
"A suite, please. For a week." Giles shifted the phone slightly as he manoeuvred to hunt for his wallet in his pocket.
"That's booked for you now, Mr. Giles. A suite for a week starting from the day after tomorrow. Will you be requiring anything else?" The voice enquired.
Again, Giles smiled ferally. "I will require a companion. Male this time, I think. A submissive but with a backbone, someone who is a little of a challenge, can answer back but knows when not to. Lively."
More typing. "Any preference on physical characteristics?"
"No, no preferences," Giles answered. "But if possible, no older than 25."
"Is there anything else was can provide, Sir? Any specific facilities that you will require? Any equipment?"
"I presume the suite will come with standard disciplinary equipment?" Giles asked.
"Of course, Sir. All our suites are equipped to fill all basic needs."
"Then no. That will be sufficient." Giles paused, thinking on whether there would be anything else he would need. "Oh, and could you see to it that there is a bottle of Marquis de Montesquiou XO Impérial in the room when I arrive?"
It had been a while since he had splashed out on such a lavish bottle of brandy, but the taste was incomparable and would be nice after the journey.
"Yes, Sir. That will be no problem. Could I get your credit card number for security, please?" The voice asked.
"Of course."
Giles fished his credit card from his wallet and read off the number. The voice on the other end of the phone happily confirmed his booking. Giles hung up and dumped his phone on top of his briefcase. His holiday was in place, now he just had to book flights and he’d be on his way. It had been too long since he’d allowed himself a good holiday and this enforced absence from work was the perfect opportunity. A week of rest and relaxation away from his office was just what he needed, and indulging in some of his baser desires? Well, that was just the icing on the cake.
~#~#~
Giles stood in the lift, accompanied only by a member of staff who currently carried the small suitcase he’d brought with him. He could already feel the thrill of excitement wrapped around his spine as he descended to his destination. The usual doubts flitted around his mind as he thought over what he planned to do during his stay. It had been far too long since he’d had this type of holiday. Far too long since he’d stretched this particular muscle.
The door pinged and slid open. Giles stepped out of the lift and let himself take in the opulent surrounding. Rich reds and deep burgundies, creamy beiges and off-whites covered everything. Plush couches were placed in recessed alcoves. Glass tables with papers from around the world. Everything tastefully done but invitingly comfortable. A far cry from the dusty office he occupied in the British Museum.
A polite cough from beside him drew him from his reverie. Giles turned to look and found himself staring at a diminutive woman dressed in the formal uniform of The Resort.
“Mister Giles?” She asked.
“That’s right.” He smiled politely.
“We have your suite ready for you. If you’d come this way?” She gestured towards a corridor.
Giles nodded and fell into step beside the professional woman.
“As you know, you have full access to all facilities here, although some have to be pre-booked due to demand. That can be done by simply dialling zero on your phone. If you have any questions or need anything, please feel free to ask any of our staff. We’re open 24 hours a day.” She paused, looking at Giles to see if he had any questions. When he didn’t appear to, she continued. “Your suite is number 17.”
Giles paused in front of door 17 and waited until she opened the door with a key card. He looked into the room before stepping in. The suite was done in deep blues with facets of gold with a white deep pile carpet on the floor. As Giles looked around the room, his eyes stopped on a kneeling figure in the middle of the room.
The boy’s head was bent down as he knelt, legs slightly apart, hands behind his back. The perfect submissive posture. But Giles couldn’t help but feel as if the boy’s eyes were on him. As if he was watching through the brown, shaggy hair.
“Everything you requested has been laid out for you, Mister Giles. If you require anything else, please call.” The woman smiled as she left the room, bringing the unnamed suitcase carrier with her.
Giles took another look around the room, this time ignoring the kneeling prize. His cognac was sitting on a small table close to the fire, just far enough back that the liquid would not be over heated. He walked over to the table and uncapped the bottle. Pouring himself a generous measure, he let his eyes drift back to the kneeling boy.
The boy, he looked just about 18, still hadn’t moved. He had a shock of brown hair that fell to cover his eyes. He seemed strong enough, broad shoulders, powerful thighs. He wore a simple slave harness of leather.
Giles swirled the cognac in the glass as he walked over to the boy. Reaching down, he lifted the boys head until he was staring into the most chocolaty eyes that he had ever seen. Giles’ breath caught as he caught the faintest flicker of fight in those wonderful orbs. The boy was perfect. Just what he had ordered. Now to have some fun!