An Interlude
by Shadith
Ethan sighed, there was a time when something like this would have
thrilled him. Now all it did was make him worry, not for the kid but
for Rupert. After he'd escaped from the Initiative, he'd gone home
to try and figure out why he continued tormenting Rupert. It took him
a while, not to figure out why but to admit it and decide what to do
about it. He'd never been a coward but Ripper was his one fear. He'd
berated himself even as he headed back to Sunnydale. But he knew only
one thing'd make him happy, and he'd do what he have to, to get it.
Coming down the stairs, he shook his head. "Not my doing mate," he
said slipping his arms around Giles. "I promised that night,
remember. And I maybe able to do many things but I could never really
lie to you. Besides I thought the boy had potential, I could find
*much* better things to do with him than give him to a witch." Giles
nodded leaning forward to kiss him gently. "I know that, I just had
to ask." Sighing he pulled Ethan to the couch, settled back tugging
him onto his lap. "Something's not right. I can feel it. It's been
building for awhile. It's big but I can't tell what." Ethan turned to
face him, "I feel it too, there's magic crawling through the air.
Wether it's *good* or bad, don't much care, but it's major stuff."
"The power is," Ethan paused trailing his fingers up Giles leg to his
crotch, "intoxicating, alluring." Giles moaned, as Ethan's skilled
fingers played with him. He glanced at his watch, "The kids won't be
back for a couple hours." Ethan smirked at him, "And?" Ripper
growled, yanking Ethan up, "Upstairs. Now." Ethan stared into his
eyes, shivering at the barely banked lust. He pushed up against
Ripper, feeling him hard, full. Giles pulled Ethan in, swallowing him
in a deep kiss. Breaking off, Ethan backed towards the stairs. He
knew what was coming. He smiled watching Rupert stalk after him. The
next couple hours were going to be brutal. He grinned he liked Ripper
brutal.
Ripper growled, knocking Ethan backwards onto the bed. Ethan
shivered, quickly discarding his shirt. He reached to unzip his
pants, and was stopped by Ripper. Kneeling over him, Ripper leaned
forward catching the warlock's mouth in a bruising kiss, as he rocked
slowly...purposefully against his groin. Ethan moaned into the kiss.
Grinning wickedly, Rupert rained biting kisses down his face, tongue
darting out to soothe the sharp stings. Burying his face in Ethan's
throat, he inhaled the scent of the man he'd know for--what seemed
like--forever. He groaned, at the scent of scotch, male and power.
Slowly his tongue bathed a spot on the curve of flesh before him,
visibly marking the area. His hand's slipped down the warlock's body,
unfastening his jeans. Grasping the head of the column of flesh, he
mimicked the motions of his mouth. His thumb brushed lightly over the
head, soft faint touches, then long hard strokes.
Ethan shifted beneath Rupert, body silently begging for more contact.
His hands drifted down towards Rupert's groin, Ripper caught his
wrists in a strong grip, pinning them above his head. Rupert shifted
to the side, pushing his knee between Ethan's thighs, nestled against
his crotch. Ethan squirmed uselessly in Ripper's grip. The ex-warlock
ran his blunt nails underneath Ethan's straining cock.
Rupert paused, bending down, he found another target for his teasing
tongue. Looking up at Ethan, he slowly licked the head of the
trembling flesh. He bucked and Ripper's grin grew. Lapping at the
head he caught, an savored the salty precum. Curving his tongue, he
slide his mouth down the hard cock. He teased and tormented the cock,
he'd swallowed. His hands kneaded the warlock's sack, pulling,
squeezing, learning and relearning their feel. Ethan panted, feeling
Ripper's touch dancing over him, he struggled his body tense with
pleasure. He wanted to lock his legs around Ripper, and ride him
until they both lay sweaty and exhausted. He tightened his thighs
around Rupert's leg, thrusting up he rubbed against Rupert's hard
dick. Ripper pulled back quickly pinning Ethan's body once again.
Ethan whimpered at the loss of Rupert's mouth. "What do you want,
Ethan?," Ripper asked his voice harsh, and low. Ethan twisted beneath
him, as he continued to stroke the engorged cock. "What, Ethan?," he
whispered. Ethan whined incapable of producing any other sound. "Do
you want me to do this?" Ripper leaned down, catching his lips he
plundered his mouth. His tongue stroked, teased in time with the
stroking of the warm flesh in his hands. "Maybe, this." He pulled
back suddenly, grasping the cock tightly he squeezed hard once,
twice, then sucked just the head between his lips, thrusting his
tongue into the slit. Ethan howled, pumping hard into Ripper's hand.
Rupert sat back, releasing the quivering dick. Ethan cried out at the
loss. Ripper chuckled, enjoying the sight of his mate pleading
beneath him. Bending down, he emphasized each word with a hard
suck, "What...do...you...want?"
"Fuck me...fuck me...please...Ripper," he screamed. Ripper grinned,
as he grasped the throbbing flesh, he stroked hard and fast. Ethan
yelped as the grip on his wrists tightened, then moaned at the
constant firm pressure on his dick. Pleasure roared through him,as he
came screaming Ripper's name. Cum spurted in long streams his cock,
warm seed spilling onto Rupert's hand. Ethan lay gasping beneath a
smirking Ripper. The ex-warlock looked at the sticky trails of semen
coating his hand, then with long, slow licks he cleaned his fingers.
Ethan whimpered staring, he shuddered as Ripper stripped them both in
three quick movements.
He groaned feeling the long blunt fingers, wet with semen, and spit
slip inside him. His legs lock around Ripper's waistt, as the ex-
warlock's finger's slowly stroke, and stretch him. He moaned at the
loss of the fingers, then shivered feeling the large head pushing
against his hole. Grasping Ethan's thighs, Rupert eased his thick
cock into the warm tunnel, he growled deep in his throat as the tight
flesh closed around hard around him. Bracing himself, he pulled out,
then yanked one of Ethan's leg's around his waist, and pulled the
left over his shoulder. With a growl he plunged back in, Ethan mewled
as the thick cock hit his prostate. Arms straining he reared over
Ethan, his tongue plundering the wet warmth of his mouth. Soft
brushes, turned to bruising kisses, as Ripper nipped and bit at
Ethan's mouth, wanting to mark, needing to claim his mate. Ethan
whined pushing back against Rupert hard. Pleasure coursed through him
as Ripper rode him hard, his cock slamming deep within him. Ripper's
thrust grew fiercer, harsh grunts escaping from his throat.
Suddenly Ripper stilled, Ethan cried out...incoherent pleas and
mewling whimpers...as he tried to continue fucking. Ripper pulled
out, then thrust back in slowly, "What..." he pulled out, "do..."
back in slowly, "you..." out, "want?" Ripper slammed back in, Ethan
howled his name. "YOU...Ripper Rupert...only you...please...please..."
Ripper smiled savagely. "Mine," he hissed head darting forward he did
want he'd wanted to do since taking Ethan back. Ethan shrieked as
Ripper's teeth pierced his flesh, then wailed as he lunged forward
burying his dick deep in his ass, slamming his prostate. Ethan jerked
beneath Rupert, his muscle clenching...unclenching spasmodically.
Rupert shuddered feeling those tight muscles gripping him, pulling at
his twitching cock. He threw back his head, cumming with a roar.
Ethan sobbed, whimpering as waves of searing pleasure crashed over
him. Ripper moaned as his orgasm rolled over him. He bucked, once...
twice... as the aftershocks slowly faded, before collapsing on a
quivering Ethan.
Rupert lovingly licked at Ethan's collar, as soft pleased sounds came
from his throat. Ethan curled against him, as his body drifted in the
afterglow. Rupert stared at the bite, deep and clean, carved into the
base of his neck. The slight twinge of guilt, was quickly overwhelmed
by his pleasure at the sign of his ownership. He grinned Ethan was
going to be pissed, when he woke. He pulled him closer, as he
smirked. Looking forward to the argument, almost as much as the
makeup sex afterwards. Sated, he drifted into a light doze.
