__And Now For Something Completely Different__
By Dien
Riley stalked through the corridors of Dracula's castle, every nerve tense as he waited for some monster to spring from the shadows. He had to find Buffy before... before... Riley didn't let himself think about it. But, hoo boy, when he found that creep (daring to lay those cold lips on HIS girl!) there'd be an old-fashioned butt-thrashin,' Ohio-style. Riley smiled with anticipation.
Worry soon erased the smile. He felt like the corridor was leading him in circles. And where was Mr. Giles, anyway? He shrugged. The older man could, no doubt, take care of himself.
A doorway appeared up ahead. *Great! Now we're getting somewhere!* he thought happily. In full commando mode, he turned the doorknob.
*Oh. My. God.*
An interesting scene greeted him below. Three of the most scantily-clad vampiresses he had ever seen were doing... things... to Giles. The man in question was half-naked, the ladies having shredded his shirt with apparent gusto, and it was the most gorgeous half-naked Riley had ever seen, even in those long, sweaty nights with Forrest.
At ths sight of the young soldier, the vamps hissed but retreated into the shadows. Snapping back into action, Riley hurriedly tossed the somewhat dazed Giles a stake.
"You've got to get out of there, sir!"
"Oh... right..."
Riley helped Giles out of the pit (and prevented him from going back for his missing shoe), the vampiresses below growling with frustration at losing their prey. As soon as Giles was out, Riley slammed the door shut and locked it. They both sat there for a moment, Riley catching his breath, and Giles looking decidedly uncomfortable.
Riley looked over at Giles, noticing the scratches on his neck. "Hey, you're bleeding," he said concernedly, reaching over to examine the marks.
"Ah... nothing serious," Giles muttered, his voice so husky it sent a little tremor racing though Riley's form. Riley's strong hands gently tilted Giles's head back; he ran his fingers lightly over the scratches.
Giles closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. His senses still heightened from the attention of the Three Sisters, the feel of Riley's surprisingly soft hands on his neck was heaven.
The hands moved down to his shoulders, pulling off the somewhat tattered jacket and completely pulling away the remnants of the shirt. "I think they got you on your chest too," he murmured.
"I... suppose... they, uh, taught you First Aid and all that in your Initiative training?" Giles said, breathing hard as Riley's hands moved down to his chest and the scratches there.
"Mm-hm. I have to inspect your wounds, you know. Vampire-inflicted scratches can sometimes get infected, sir." He used his thumbs to rub Giles's hard nipples.
"Ahh.. I mean, yes, of course... well-known fact... of vampire lore, that," Giles breathed. "I suppose that the, the wounds have to be... washed, yes?"
"Yeah." Riley lowered his head to Giles's chest and began to softly lick the red marks. An involuntary groan escaped Giles's lips.
"You see," Riley said between licks, bringing his hands up to Giles's broad shoulders, "kissing the owies makes them all better."
"Do tell," Giles gasped breathlessly as Riley demonstrated the kiss, then started in on his nipples. Riley mumbled somthing inarticulate in reply.
Giles reluctantly asked, "Shouldn't we be, ah, looking for, ohgodrightthere, I mean Buffy? Yes, that's right, Buffy?"
"Mmm... I think she can probably take care of herself," Riley said with a smile.
"Oh...yes... Quite right, I suppose. Carry on."
"Yes, sir."
Buffy dashed through the corridors. She had defeated Dracula, but his flunkies remained. She had heard yelling, too--it sounded like Riley and Giles. Were they in trouble?
"Oh, Christ! Aaaahhh..." A shout, dying off into a moan, drew her attention. Definitely Giles! Left? Right? Damn, she couldn't tell where the sound was coming from in these twisting hallways.
"Hold on, Giles, I'm coming," she muttered, picking up speed again.
"Hold on, Giles, I'm coming," panted Riley breathlessly as the Watcher's capable hand moved up and down his cock in quick movements.
"I *am* holding on," chuckled Giles as his free hand came around to grip Riley's ass.
"Umm... I c-can tell...Oh GOD!!" screamed Riley as his orgasm overtook him, seed shooting into Giles' hand and onto his body, completely naked at this point.
Finally drained, they fell into each other's arms and onto the cool stone floor, panting for breath.
"Well, that was an... interesting experience," Giles said when he could talk again.
"One way to... put it," Riley muttered.
A footstep sounded behind them.
"Riley? GILES?"
They looked at each other sheepishly, then at her.
"Uh, hi Buffy..."
"You two have a *lot* of explaining to do."
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