Title: Giles Gets a Pet Author: Criss Moody Email: wyoluvr@yahoo.com Spoilers: Season 3 epiosdes, The Wish and Dopplegangland, and Phases from season 2, and mild spoilers for Season 4. Notes: I was watching the season 2 ep Phases over the weekend, and this from Buffy, "He needs a pet," inspired me.
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Rupert Giles released the sigh he'd been holding in all day as he set his tumbler of scotch down on an end table. This was the time of day that he looked forward to the most, the still, sweet, quiet of early evening, before the night had truly come, before the dark things started to roam.
Not least on his list of favorite things about coming home at night was his Puppy. Every man needed a companion of some sorts to ease his loneliness, and even Rupert could recognize that. The children seemed to think that Rupert led an almost monk-like existence. Alone except for his books and his tea and the occasional bottle of scotch and visits from his sometime lover, Olivia. Little did the little wankers know that Ripper had a secret up the sleeves of those tweed jackets he wore so often.
"Master, more scotch?" The eager-to-please chocolate brown eyes of his Puppy looked up at Giles. The naked, muscled body of his pet lay curled at Rupert's feet, waiting for orders, or affection, or anything his Master chose to give him.
"No, pet. Just stay where you are." One hand swept through the soft brown hair of his Puppy. This world's Angel had an unhealthy obsession with hair gel. The first thing Rupert had done with the alternate version of Angel was to wash his hair and command the confused vampire to never touch it with anything other than shampoo, water, and a comb.
Almost a year ago, Anya had attempted to reclaim her power center, an attempt which had screwed matters up royally for a short time. As far as the children were concerned, everything had been set to rights, but Giles had kept one little detail to himself. VampWillow's 'Puppy' had crossed over as well, and when VampWillow disappeared, he remained, chained up naked in Rupert's bedroom. Rupert still hadn't figured out how he'd gotten into his bedroom, but Rupert wasn't too inclined to question. The sheer amount of masculine beauty sprawled on his bed had taken his breath away. And the chains had nearly stopped his heart. It had been an awfully long time since Ripper had played with chains, but some things you can never forget.
A soft, wet tongue on his hand interrupted Rupert's reverie and he resumed his stroking of Puppy's beautiful hair. So soft, silken…he grabbed a fistful and pulled, eyes on Puppy. The undead pet gasped, his body tensed, and Rupert could see that just that slight tug had woken Puppy's cock. For all this time, Puppy had been his slave, his boy, his toy, his favorite relaxation technique. An apartment across the street had opened up, and Rupert had used his inheritance to rent it for Puppy, to keep prying eyes from worming out his presence. So, Puppy lived in his own apartment, waiting for Giles to return home whenever he left, or waiting for the gang to leave so that he could return to his Master. Whenever he saw the children, or Olivia, leaving, Puppy put on sweats, a tee-shirt, and sandals to cross the street. After entering his Master's apartment, he would remove his clothing, step out of his shoes, kneel, and wait for orders.
"Suck me." The order came out of matter of factly.
Puppy eagerly moved to obey. He reached up to unbutton his Master's fly as he positioned himself between the denim-clad legs. Carefully taking the penis out of the silk boxer shorts, Puppy lowered his head to engulf the head with his mouth. Soft swipes from a talented tongue elicited a groan from the man sitting on the couch. Rupert eased both of his hands into the abundant mahogany strands on the head currently over his cock, the mouth making wet trails on his cock. He lost himself in the feelings that that mouth created in him.
Puppy had quite a talent for sucking cock. He knew when someone wanted a slow gentle suck, teeth hidden behind lips, and when someone wanted a quick, hard suck, mindless of teeth. The vampire took one ball in hand, quickly massaging. He sank his mouth and throat on to the straining cock before him with one swift motion. Hissing, Rupert squeezed the head before him, but not taking control of the action. His pet had such fun with this all on his own. The ex-watcher opened his eyes, and the slow heat in his groin became a wildfire when he saw his boy's cheeks ballooned out from the invasion of his swollen cock. Throat muscles began a slow swallowing motion and Rupert thanked the God and the Goddess that his pet didn't need to breathe. Puppy wet his index finger in the saliva pooling at Rupert's pubic hair. Without warning, he thrust that finger into his Master's puckered opening. Predictably, the man below him bellowed and came, shooting cool, bitter cream down Puppy's throat. He swallowed and swallowed as Rupert's hips pumped wildly. When the hips settled and the stream slowed to a trickle, he eased his throat and mouth off the softening cock. A broad tongue came out to wipe the cock clean. As he laved the cock, removing all traces of passion, Puppy began to purr. After finishing, he gently put his Master's manhood back into the paisley silk boxers, and patted the open shut.
Rupert eased his grip on his boy's hair, patting the back of his neck, the usual signal for the pet to join his Master on the couch. The vampire scrambled up happily, continuing to purr as he settled his head on Rupert's lap.
The two men fell asleep accompanied by purrs and rumbles of contentment.
And the last thing Rupert Giles thought before succumbing to sleep was that he had the best 'pet' in existence.
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