Title: lonely thoughts
Author: Kathy
Date: October 2001
Genre: 16 years
rights: Now who has that? The lord and master Joss Whedon ;-)
Category: BtVS / a few small thoughts
slash Characters: Ethan / Giles
Spoiler: 4th Season sometime after Metamorphoses
Content: Ethan come over night in the solitude of his prison cell, old memories.
Comment: Giles and Ethan are a really interesting team, with which you, as in this case, from and so does his thoughts.
Feedback: .... would be very interested and happy. Thank you already sometimes .....
screams echoed through the long corridors. Sobbing came through the door of the cell next door. Sounds of a peaceful night in the incident moonlight. As in most nights, when he was awake and could not sleep. Hours in which his most unusual memories came that looked amazingly real, and raised in these four walls close to life. The long-forgotten desires and longings aroused him and led his real solitude in mind.
***
the head from the rough wall of his cell, leaning, Ethan fixed the big scar in the crook of his left arm. Lost in thought, his fingers crossed the hard, wiped out and felt the shape of the symbol that it once represented. He drove slowly over each bump in the skin. Signed the no longer existing circles and lines, and remembered the evening when he was the symbol etched into the skin. On the night as Eyghon after them and was killed after another in a cruel manner. Of course he was happy in retrospect that this had put an end, and the demon was destroyed. To him at that time, this scar and a tattoo of new characters in the neck of the hunter saved his life. It was just a pity that the scar was so ugly and in no way more reminiscent of old times. The only thing here in this place, unlike the tattoos on various body parts of all the crazy, sick, imprisoned monsters that would have real meaning. Almost tenderly stroked
Ethan again with your thumb over it and closed his eyes. He remembered the night when the soft, bright spots of his skin vacuumed up with the specially-mixed tincture the Mark of Eyghon in itself. Because as the body was hanging intoxicated by a drug cocktail in a pleasant, leaden limbo. Rupert's green eyes as he carefully scrutinized and his fingers touched it. At that moment, nor to right or wrong doubts, but essential took over for both of the first step for this symbol of power. He felt the slight tingle rising as helping hands it got rid of his shirt and his wrist was gripped hard. He found himself raising his eyes again and look directly the passionate, brilliant eyes of his friend before him. He discovered the typical, mischievous, knowing grin of the Ripper's in it and the twitch of his mouth hot as the first needle painfully slowly drilled into the yielding flesh of his arm. Then again was pulled out carefully, in addition to stab again. Over and over again until the first tiny arc assumed its form. He could feel his warm breath and the joy of pain preparatory goings see in his face. He could hear the wild beating of the heart in the ear, shaking saw the strange, yet so familiar hand slightly. Finger rest sought and gently slid along the arm, armed with needles before their work artistically continued. Relish every bar and arch worked and never rested until the time was perfect.
He felt the glorious, burning pain as he gently brushed his hands over the finished work and his own tightly closed around the wrists of his friend. Again he looked into green eyes, but this time in greedy expectation lit up and could not wait to see the symbol on your body.
A smile was in his face as Rupert's shirt fell to the ground, he dug the first, painful sting of the hot needle into his flesh. The determining factor, he held the wrist wrapped vigorous, as the friend with a soft groan startled. Satisfied, he registered with each pass, such as Rupert the pain and found they both enjoyed their pleasure in it. Piece by piece he cut arcs and lines in his arms, watched the plays take shape and the corners of his mouth twitched comparison with each stitch. The muscles of the upper arm is automatically hooked and unintentionally, had slipped sources puncture warm blood out. A small trickle of the red arm ran along the shape of the character. Fascinated followed his finger Underlining the bloody trail to the wrist. A glance told him upright again the confusion and at the same time well-being of his friend. He felt his trembling at this touch, a wincing as his lips the blood flow stopped and the tongue umstrich the freshly tattooed times. Our own joyful surprise when suddenly a hot hand research in his neck and went to stop seeking buried in his hair.
At that moment he forgot everything and everyone around him. An unintended, emerging excitement reached for him. There was just the two and this heady feeling. Groaning, he enjoyed the painful massaging pressure, the strong grip of foreign authorities and flooding it with this, nurturing shower. With closed eyes, he gave himself entirely to this feeling, enjoying every little touch and wanted much more - all wanted from this moment ...
***
breathing heavily Ethan opened his eyes, felt the stinging pain of his own fingernails in the flesh of the hardened scar and the violent roar of his, rubbed on the wall behind the head. Startled, he sat up. Chasing dreams memories - fantasy to reality. A tremor ran through
his body. Was all this really happened then? Earlier this was more than friendship between them?
What was what it in all between operating time and again in Giles' area? As for himself to this place yet so much of him fascinated and haunted him in all those sleepless nights with memories of their time.
deep inside him knew it Ethan, knew it since the first day of its meeting and still. Yet he still tried to force him to banish the image from his brain. Only no matter how - again and again when he forbade himself to think they were there in his mind, watched, touched and punished him. It - the green, glowing eyes of the passionate former friend - which he probably could never forget in his life. Him in the solitude of his cell to his only true, repressed and never avowed affection remembered. At the very feeling of the people he wanted to impress and always be superior, but never would have grown.
> END \u0026lt;
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