Liquid Diamonds
BuffySmut by the BuffyOtaku
Disclaimer: The characters of Faith, Buffy and Giles are owned by Eliza Dushku, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Anthony Stewart Head, Alyson Hannigan, Nick Brendon,Joss Whedon, the WB, and other people who are not me. I'm poor; don't sue.
Rating:NC-17: slash f/f, bondage (sorta), kinda nonconsensual m/f graphic sex, language. This fic is the naughtiest thing I ever wrote.
Summary: The sequel to Afterglow.
Okay, so...someone has to tell Giles that he's a big hornball, and that he needs to stop harassing me during fun-sounding ep's of Xena.
*1*
surrender
then start your engines
you'll know quite soon what my mistake was
He couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Faith, all he felt was his mouth on her thighs, Buffy's mouth on him...his arms tied behind his back, stuck in a chair and being attacked by two absolutely gorgeous and well-built Slayers. His member stirred as he sat in his desk chair, waiting for school to let out to start weapons training with the pair, the first time he'd be alone with them since the night they'd Slain Kekeistos.
Please, Gods, wherever you are, give me the balls to get through this and I swear, I'll never ask for anything ever again. Really. He smirked to himself. Never mind. I'll save a favor for when I might need one.
"Yo, Giles! Earth to Giles!" a familiar feminine voice called to him. It was Willow; she was waving her arms in front of his face, trying to get him to pay attention to her. "Anyone in there?"
He started from his reverie just in time to catch the hand holding a post-it marked "OUT TO LUNCH" that was heading to his brow. "Hello, Willow. Very funny." She smiled at him, proud of her joke. Running a hand through her chin-length red hair, she set down her bookbag and heaved herself up on the table, spinning to face him and crossing her legs, Indian-style. "What can I do for you?"
"Ah, Giles? Witchcraft lessons? Remember? Warding and binding? You had books for me?" She rested her chin on her hand and looked up at him, blinking her big green eyes and epitomizing the true meaning of cute.
"Oh, stop. You know the 'cute face' doesn't work on me, young lady." He smiled. "Bloody good show, though. Let me go get them."
"Well, I could switch to the 'resolve face', but that never gets me anywhere with you either!" She called to him up in the stacks. She lowered her voice and muttered to herself, "Somehow I doubt I could get your attention with the 'sit-on-my' face..."
*2*
I'd go chasing the nuns out in the yard
and I'd go nake through the streets without my mask on
and I would never need umbrellas in the rain
Faith and Buffy came into the library together, laughing about something that had happened at the Bronze after Willow and Oz had left. Or maybe while they were there....Willow had been in a Big Time Smoochie session, and had been oblivious all night.
"...so Cordelia comes out of the restroom with lipstick all over her dress!" Faith announced, "Can you believe it?"
The two Slayers guffawed, and set their bags down next to Willow's. "Hi," Buffy said to her. "What's the up?"
"Not much. Just getting some books from the G-man about binding and such."
"Yo, studbucket!" Faith shouted to the library in general. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Giles stuck his head out of the book cage just in time to glare at the newer Slayer before she continued. "Ready for some more abuse?"
With Willow there, he wasn't about to admit how ready he truly was. He was losing his mind!
"Here you go, Miss Rosenberg. And no more conjuring anything if the spell has a component that comes from a virgin!"
Willow chuckled. "Sure. You da boss, I hear and obey, O great and powerful one!" She smiled, shoved the books into her bag, and flounced out of the library. "Later, guys!"
"Hey," Xander said in passing to her as she left the library. "Howdy, peeps. How is the great Jedi Master today?"
"I'm assuming you're talking to me?" Giles said. "I'm fine, thank you, Xander. We were just about to lock up and start training, actually, so if you'd excuse us...?"
"I can't stay and watch?" the boy said, surprised.
"Not today. We'll be working with projectile weapons, and there isn't enough room in here for me, not to mention other potential targets. Sorry."
"Oh, hey, sure. I'm not-watching guy, sacrificing his own entertainment and four hours of scantily clad Slayers for the good of humanity." He smiled again, good-naturedly, and headed for the door. "See you at the Bronze, guys -- ah, ladies?"
Without waiting for a response, he went out the double doors. Giles followed him, and with a quick "Goodnight", the library was locked, shades drawn tight, and he was alone with the two girls.
*3*
have a seat while I
take to the sky
"Ladies." he said calmly, with just a hint of a Ripper smile. "Please, sit."
They looked at him strangely, and sat.
"About the other night...do either of you have anything to say for yourselves?" When neither spoke, but sat there, staring in each other's eyes, he continued. "I didn't think so."
"You two realize, I could have you arrested for rape."
Faith looked at him, rolled her eyes. "Please, who would believe you? Two sweet, young girls, raping their school Librarian?" Faith shook her head, letting her burgundy curls flop around her shoulders. "You might be a hottie, but ain't nobody gonna believe that bullshit." She turned to her compatriot. "Let's go, Bee."
They both stood.
They both sat.
They both looked at the big hands curled around their necks.
Looked at Giles, who was attached to them.
"Hello, Ripper." Buffy said quietly. "Nice to finally meet you."
He growled, moved his hand, lightning-speed, from her throat to the back of her neck, pulled her face to his, and kissed her fiercely. Still holding on to Buffy, he did the same to Faith, then dragged them over to the weapons locker. He tossed one in, then the other, pulled it shut, and locked it. "Entertain each other. I have an errand to run. I'll be back in an hour. Be ready."
He left the library, only pausing to grab his keys and lock the double doors behind him.
Buffy and Faith stared at each other. "Now what?" the blonde said.
"We do what he says, Bee. Don't you get it? He's a top."
"He's a what?"
"He's a dominant. Apparently, he's going to teach us to be submissive."
"Oh." Then she realized what Faith meant. Her eyes widened, and she said, "Oh. Then what did he mean by 'entertain each other'?"
"This," Faith said, as she leaned forward to kiss the other girl. Faith's tongue slowly slid along the other girl's, gently teasing. Buffy pulled her closer, reveling in the feel of Faith's soft breasts pressing into her own, the feel of her hands in her lover's hair, the softness of her moans as they piled up Oz's privacy towels on the floor to soften it, as they lay down together.
*4*
I can scream as loud as your last one
but I can't claim innocence
Faith gently cradled Buffy in her arms, and kissed her tenderly, belying her usual brutal nature, and slipped one hand up the other Slayer's lime green tank top. "This outfit is so pretty. I like the butterflies." She found one nipple, pinching it with thumb and forefinger. Buffy whimpered and kissed Faith's collarbone.
The two kissed tenderly and cuddled, and their clothing slowly came off; a shoe here, a top there. A pair of nylons were carelessly thrown up in the air, and they caught on one of the nails in the ceiling of the cage, dangling there.
Willow snuck back into the library through the broken door after another book she knew Giles had on creating sacred space. She had waited until he'd been gone for awhile, then snuck back. She whistled a jaunty tune (ed. *g*) and crossed to the book cage, not registering the whimpers and moans coming out of it. What she saw nearly made her faint. "Whoa...." she breathed.
Buffy's head snapped up and her eyes met her best friend's. "Hey, Will."She crossed her arms over her breasts and blushed beet red, looking at her partner, who was about to sit up.
"Uhm, hey, Buffy, and..."Willow began, her eyes widening as the other Slayer sat up, unashamed of her nudity, grinning and waving to the tiny redhead. "...and Faith?!"
"I'm gonna faint, I need to sit down, and how did you wind up in the cage?" Willow's body went limp, and she wound up on the floor, stretched out Cleopatra-style, her long broomstick skirt hitching up and revealing an expanse of white thigh that made Faith's head feel light. She leaned forward on her elbows, 'resolve face' firmly in place, and her sweater gapped away from her neck. Buffy couldn't resist peeking down it at the pale bosom underneath.
"Well, Wills, it's kind of a long story...one I'm sure you don't want to hear right now, and, well, it's kind of embarassing, so...well...can I tell you later?" Buffy was mortified that they'd been discovered, but maybe, just maybe....she could fulfill the "kissing Willow" fantasy she'd harbored for two years?
Willow was impervious to the pheromones in the room, and didn't notice the two Slayers eying her like they were starving and she was a full six-course meal. She looked at the door when heard someone's keys jangling in the hallway, and she said to the two Slayers. "Shit, Giles! Put your clothes on; I'll cover." She rushed to the door of the library.
Faith looked at Buffy and muttered, "I don't think she realizes that..."
"Believe me, she has no clue that he threw us in here." the blonde confirmed. "I'm sure Ripper will tell her."
*5*
lover brother
bougainvillea
my vine twists around your need
even the rain is sharp like today
as you sh-sh-shock me sane
Willow raced to the door just in time to intercept her mentor. "Hey, Giles. What's new?"
Giles pulled off his driving gloves and smiled hungrily down at the girl. “You’re here. That’s new. What can I do for you?”
Giles looked Willow up and down, mentally congratulating the hacker on her changes over the last few years. She was leaning against the counter, just over the venitlation grate, and the breeze coming out of it made her skirt flutter....just hinting at what lay underneath. He realized she was speaking, babbling, actually about some spell she was supposedly working on. She was lying through her teeth, but he listened patiently, all the time trying to decide if he wanted her to see what he was going to do with his Slayers.
She was still babbling; going on and on about really needing the book on sacred space to finish this project, that’s why she’d come here, “So,” he said, removing his coat, “You came here to steal a book I expressly told you you were not to have.”
“Well...uh...”she finished the sentence cringing, expecting him to explode angrily. “Yeah?”
“And you expected me to just forgive and forget, maybe roll my eyes or make that clucking sound with my tongue?”
Willow nodded, wide-eyed.
Ripper moved closer to the girl, grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her. She was pulled flush against his body. “There are better things I can do with my tongue, love.” Using one hand to keep hers pinned behind her back, he grasped the back of her head with the other, and pulled her mouth up to his.
To his surprise, she didn’t struggle underneath him, instead opening her mouth to his tongue, gently licking his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He released her hands, and she leaned back and put her hands in his pockets, gently trying to reach his cock, already hardening from just kissing the girl. He was touching her everywhere, her nipples were hard from him running his palms over the thin cotton of her sweater, and the kiss became more passionate, feral almost, before the two had to break it off and come up for air.
To Giles’ surprise, and her own, Willow raised one eyebrow and said, “That all you can do with your tongue?”
*6*
little chapel of love
can’t we get a little grace
and some elegance
no we scream in cathedrals
“No, that’s not all I can do with my tongue.” He murmured. “There’s more, but I have other...things..... to do before I can show you the rest.”
“Oh...” Willow sighed, confused. “What?”
He gestured to the book cage. “You saw the Slayers, I presume.”
“Why, yes, Gourry, I did.” She shook her head at Giles’ confused expression and said. “They’re locked in the cage...” Realization dawned on her, and she finished, “Because you put them there? Why?”
“For the reasons I am about to show you. But first, do you trust me, Willow?” he asked quietly. “I need you to trust that I would never hurt you if I could help it.”
“Of course I trust you, Giles.”
“Fine then. I’m going to ask you to do things that you may never have heard about before, let alone seen or done. Can I trust you to do exactly as I say, without asking questions?” He looked deep in her eyes. “I want you know...about this part of the magicks, too.”
“Magicks?” she looked incredulous. “Sex isn’t magick.”
“Magicks can drive you to wanting this kind of sex. Willow, I want to show you how to do it safely.” He smiled Ripper’s smile. “‘Sides, I’d been half wanting to see you naked.”
She shifted her weight so her knee was gently resting at the apex of his thighs, rubbing against him in a slow circular motion. “Only half wanting?”
He groaned, grabbed her arms, and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “None of that now. Off to the cage with you.”
He unlocked the cage and set her down inside it, gently, between the two Slayers. “Now, ladies. I’m going to run out to my car for some...ah...supplies. I expect you to acclimate Willow to her situation.”
“And in English that means....?” Faith asked.
Willow looked at Buffy, whose arms were still crossed over her breasts, and reached forward, grasping the blonde Slayer’s hands and pulling them away from her chest. “Show me.”
“Huh?” Buffy said, still confused.
“He wants you to show me this....girl thing.”
“Oh,” Buffy smiled. “I think I can manage that.”
I
* 7*
how many fates turn around in the overtime
ballerinas that have fins that you’ll never find
Giles smiled as he watched Buffy lean forward and put her arms around Willow. “I’ll be right back, can you entertain yourselves, ladies?”
Buffy was too busy to reply; she was slowly, gently exploring Willow’s torso, nearly petting her like she would a cat over her sweater. Willow’s eyes were still fixed on her breasts. Buffy looked up to try to gauge Willow’s reaction, and noticed where the titian was looking.
Buffy leaned forward, her breath hot on Willow’s ear. “Do you want to touch me?”
Willow nodded, dry-mouthed.
“Touch me, Willow.”
Willow put her hands on Buffy’s shoulders, all the time marveling at the softness of her skin, covering the hardness of her muscles -- silk over steel -- and wondering, too, at the intense slow warmth gathering between her thighs.
It had never been like this with Oz. His skin was rougher, there was more hair. And she’d never felt this turned on by him. It was as if Buffy knew exactly what to do, where she liked to be touched, [Of course she does,] Willow reasoned, [she’s a girl...right. I get it.] Willow leaned forward and nuzzled Buffy’s neck, licking and kissing a slow pattern across her cheek, then gently, tentatively, kissing the corner of her mouth.
Buffy turned her head, leaning into the kiss. She nibbled on Willow’s lower lip, sucking a bit, before reaching up to cup Willow’s head in her hands while coaxing her mouth open with her tongue.
Willow gasped, then relaxed as another pair of hands from behind her found their way under her sweater to caress the soft skin on her stomach. Faith scooted up and pressed her front flush to Willow’s back, encouraging her to lean back as she cupped the redhead’s small round breasts.
Willow moaned as faith lowered her head to kiss the nape of her neck as she slowly caressed her bosom, her stomach, occasionally passing a finger beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing her new lover until they both were squirming.
*8*
..and oh how his knees could bend....
Buffy leaned away from kissing Willow, and tugged the redhead’s sweater off. Faith moved from behind her and pushed her back gently down onto the pile of towels, laying down beside her as Buffy settled herself at the apex of Willow’s thighs.
When Giles entered the library again, he’d tried to do it silently, not to disturb their pleasuring Willow -- something he planned to do in full measure later; later, after he’d taught the other girls a little bit about submission. He smiled at the thought while removing his coat and then reflected on his attire.
“Strictly Ripper” was what Ethan would have called it. Leather pants that no one in Sunnydale -- not even his beloved Jennie -- had seen him in. A skin-tight white T-shirt. A riding crop. He looked back into the cage, smiling.
Buffy reached up under Willow’s skirt and pulled her now-translucent panties off, tossing them aside into the corner of the cage. The girl obligingly spread her legs, and Buffy lowered her mouth to place a reverent kiss on Willow’s swollen labia.
Willow jumped; she hadn’t been expecting that, and she’d been too wrapped up in kissing Faith to pay much attention to what Buffy was doing. Buffy looked up questioningly.
“Oh, yes, please,” Willow moaned.
Buffy’s tongue on her clit was the best thing Willow had ever felt, and coupled with Faith’s constant kisses and caresses, Willow readily began to approach climax.
Fascinated, Giles moved closer to the cage. Willow’s eyes met his when Faith lowered her head to suckle the valley between her breasts. Willow hissed; she was close. But her eyes never left his.
Her eyes held challenge like he’d never seen before, nearly daring him to jump in the cage and fuck her silly and to hell with the other girls.
He didn’t; he merely watched her face, making eye contact as she came, screaming his name.
*9*
you thought that you were the bomb yeah well so did I
Buffy started, pulling her face up raplidly from between Willow’s legs, at the sound of applause coming from outside the cage. “Very nice, ladies. What I’d like to know is where the two of you learned how to do that.” Giles murmured appreciatively. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
He looked each girl over; Buffy’s hair was a tangled mess, her face moist with Willow’s come, her lips swollen from kissing. Faith looked tense, as neither she nor Buffy had had any release from their arousal.
The sight of Willow, however, nearly stopped his breath. She lay in the pile of towels, her red-gold hair splayed round her head like a halo, her skin flushed from friction and orgasm, and her arms and legs thrown back, but relaxed. A vision that almost made him come. He smiled. He had just thought of the perfect way to punish them.
Giles walked back to the bag he’d brought in, putting the riding crop away, and pulling out two sets of handcuffs. All three girls stood as Giles unlocked the cage door.
“Buffy, Faith.” He took each of them by the hand, leading the out to the front of the cage, quickly locking their hands over their heads. “Simple punishment. You watch. You suffer. You remember.”
“Suffer?” Buffy whimpered.
Ripper smiled. “What with your preternatural senses, you can probably smell the arousal...the pheromones. You won’t be able to come, love, because no one will be touching you, and you won’t be able to touch yourself. You can’t even reach each other.”
“That’s cruel.” Faith snapped.
“So am I.” Ripper answered. “Willow?”
Willow turned her head and looked at him, still challenging. He reentered the cage and pulled her into his arms.
“How long have you wanted this, Willow?” he whispered into her ear. “How long have you wanted me to fuck you?”
“Too damn long.” she said. “But you’ve been making eyes at me all summer, *love*, probably wondering how well I suck cock.”
He nodded, drymouthed at her suggestion. She smirked and knelt before him, unzipping the fly of his pants, raising her eyebrow but not commenting on his lack of undergarments, and tugging them partially down his legs.
“Well,” he growled. “What are you waiting for?”
“Say please.”
*10*
and my priest says
you ain’t savin’ no souls
“Please.”
Willow smiled and lowered her mouth to Giles’ rock-hard cock, taking all of him in her mouth and grating her teeth up its length. Giles moaned and put his hands on her shoulders for support. “Yessss...” he hissed. Willow was no pro, but practiced enough to find his little spots. The place at the tip of his dick, the flesh between his cock and his anus. The insides of his thighs.
Her mouth was everywhere, licking, nipping and sucking, and he came so close to orgasm that he had to push her off his cock.
“What’s the matter, Giles?” Willow said smugly. “Getting old? All show and no go?”
He growled “No, you little...” and grabbed a handful of her hair, dragging her nude form over to the book counter, pushing her face down to it and holding her there, bent over, so the two women chained to the metal cage could see her plump ass in the air. He smiled and moved behind her [They can look at my ass now!]
“Giles, what are you doing?” Willow gasped as he kissed a trail up her backbone.
When he reached the back of her neck he whispered, “Why, I’m going to fuck you, little one. Have a problem?”
“Why, yes I do.” Borrowing a move from Buffy, and using her newly acquired strength from a summer of Slayage to surprise the hell out of Giles, she grabbed his wrist, slid out from under him, and twisted his arm behind his back.
He yelped in pain, then moaned as Willow led him over to the two bound Slayers. “Fuck them.”
“What?”
“I’m a virgin, silly. And if Oz figures out that I’m not....well you’re the only logical person who would...and I don’t like the idea of you getting werewolf bites.”
“I see your point.”
*11*
she’s your cocaine
she’s got you shaving your legs
and you can suck anything
Willow guided him over to Faith. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Ripper. You’ve been neglecting her, poor thing.”
He looked - really looked -- at Faith. Willow was right...she looked almost crazy from watching he and Willow fight...he smiled ferally and moved closer to her, entering her in one smooth stroke, barely noticing when Willow let go of his arm.
Faith hooked her legs around his waist, and he pumped into her, using one hand to support her back, and the other slid between her thighs, where they were joined, to tease the Slayer’s clit.
She hissed, “You know just how I like it, don’t you?”
He grunted, slowing his pace to stop himself from coming too quickly. She moaned and writhed on him, having a quick orgasm while riding up and down on his cock. The noises she was making coupled with her walls clutching him made him come too.
Faith smirked. “Best thirty-second fuck I ever had.”
Ripper cocked an eyebrow. “Another go, then?”
“Uncuff me, then we’ll talk.”
***********
there’s a sea secret in me
it’s plain to see it is rising
but I must be flowing liquid diamonds
Willow stood, nude and unashamed, in front of her best friend. “We should have done this last spring, Buff.”
“You’re right.” Buffy nodded.
“I’m glad you think so.”
“You know,” Buffy whispered, “You could be fucking Giles right now.” She tilted her head a bit, acknowledging the Watcher and the other Slayer.
“That’s not Giles.”
“Oh.” Buffy nodded. “I can see that.”
“And I want Giles, not Captain Naughty.”
Buffy smiled and shook her head affectionately. “Now what?”
Willow leaned forward and kissed the other girl, slowly, gently, her mouth coaxing Buffy’s open, their tongues mating hungrily. Buffy easily snapped the chain on the cuffs and, still kissing Willow, picked her up, carried her back into the cage and set her down on the towels.
They kissed and caressed; when Buffy’s mouth moved to Willow’s abdomen, Willow shook her head. “Let me. Please”
Buffy nodded, and Willow rolled over on top of her friend, kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her tummy, gently caressing every hill and valley and slowly settling between Buffy’s thighs.
The Slayer nodded again when Willow looked up, questioning. Willow smiled, and tentatively kissed Buffy’s labia. At her hiss and sharp breath in Willow was emboldened, and began licking and sucking; quickly bringing Buffy to climax.
“Remind me to thank Oz.”
“Somehow, I don’t think he’d appreciate the sentiment. Call me crazy.”
Buffy laughed.
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