title: Three 1/1
author: Jae Kayelle
email: bcunningham@sk.sympatico.ca
rating: NC17 m/m/m slash
spoilers: none
distribution: my site -- He's A Rebel:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Crater/7657/index.html
disclaimer: 20th Century Fox and Warner Bros. own the rights
to the characters, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own the
vision. I'm just borrowing.
note: this is a sequel to Encore.
dedication: this one is for Ann because she hounded me --
nicely -- into writing it (months ago). And for Kim for the
same reason. (Go for it!) Geez, what a couple of pests.
And, more recently, for Sandrine, who pleaded. Hope it's
worth all of that. :)
feedback: I live for *positive* feedback. If you don't
have anything constructive or kind to say, keep it to
yourself. If you still feel the need to flame me after all
the warnings that this is a slash story, then you're only
proving yourself to be mean and an idiot.
Sweaty and contented, Giles rolled off Angel. The vampire
followed him as he moved away and ended up pressed against
the Watcher, one leg thrown over both of Giles', his arm
flung across the man's stomach. Both of them were breathing
hard.
Giles laid a gentle hand on Angel's chest watching it rise
and fall.
"Why do you do that?" he asked curiously.
"What?"
"Why do you breathe so fast when you don't really breathe at
all?"
Angel shrugged, one corner of his mouth turning up. "Habit?"
They laid quietly for a moment. Giles remarked, "You're
getting to be quite the snuggler."
"It's been a while since I've had somebody warm in my bed on
a regular basis. It's nice. Comforting. I could get used
to this."
Giles settled the palm of his hand against Angel's cheek.
"As could I."
The sound of applause startled them into springing apart.
They looked in disbelief as a tall lean man wearing a
permanent smirk, pushed away from a darkened corner of an
already dark room.
"Ethan," Giles growled.
"Shall I hire a strolling string quartet to play their
violins for the two of you? Perhaps some flowers and
champagne to complete the setting. Maybe a cup of blood
with two straws?"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Rayne seated himself delicately on the foot of the bed. "I
dare say, Ripper, you have always had eclectic tastes in bed
partners, but this time you surprise even me. A vampire?
Really." He clucked his tongue. The smirk deepened.
Glaring at the intruder, Angel asked, "Rupert, is there a
protection spell for warding off vermin? It looks like the
beginning of an infestation in the mansion."
"I'll look it up today."
Ignoring the insults, Ethan slid a bit closer. "Whatever
would Buffy say if she found out her boyfriend and her
Watcher were playing house? Poor girl would be devastated."
Angel made a sudden grab for the sorcerer, but Ethan's
reflexes were good, honed by years of running to save his
neck, and he moved out of reach.
Giles held Angel's arm, pulling him back down beside him.
Daringly, Ethan settled back on Giles' side of the bed and
let one hand rest lightly on the Watcher's hip. Giles
grasped Rayne by the wrist, but with a jerk, Ethan freed
himself then ran his hand across Giles' lower abdomen.
Knocking the questing fingers aside, Giles shifted away,
pulling the sheets above his waist.
"What do you want, Ethan?"
"Nothing much. This time. Just looking for a bit of fun.
I thought perhaps you could provide it for me, Ripper, but
what do I find when I arrive in Sunnydale -- you making out
in the cemetery last night with your sworn enemy. I
followed you here, sat back, and simply enjoyed the show."
There was an edge in Rayne's voice that Giles' hadn't
noticed earlier, and a familiar expression in his eyes.
Giles' gaze dropped to the man's crotch. Ethan's trousers
were tented, evidence of an obvious arousal straining
against the restricting material.
"What's the deal?" Giles asked bluntly.
"Rupert..." Angel began.
"Wait." Giles looked at his partner. "I'd like to hear what
he has to say."
Angel subsided, lying back against the pillows with his arms
folded and his face set in stone.
"You've upset your boyfriend, Ripper."
Sighing heavily, Giles asked, "What do you want, Ethan?"
"Let me join you."
Both Angel and Giles were slow to react. Finally, Angel
rolled over and presented his back to them. "Oh man," he
mumbled.
Giles leaned back to rub a reassuring hand on the vampire's
shoulder. Looking at Rayne, he said, "Get out. Now."
Ethan stood slowly. "Fine. I'll just go look for someone
who wants my company. Willow, perhaps. I've always had a
fondness for redheads."
"Stay away from Willow."
Ignoring the threatening tone, he continued, "I could always
just tell Buffy about your relationship with her love. That
should make for some interesting training sessions in the
Library. How would you ever explain to Principal Snyder why
a student, and a petite girl at that, is beating you up on
school property, Ripper?"
"Shut up!" "Get out!" Giles and Angel yelled at the same
time.
"Oh. Have I struck a nerve?"
Giles threw back the covers and was off the bed giving Ethan
precious little time to react. He leapt to his feet, heading
for the door. With Angel right behind him, the Watcher
launched himself at his old nemesis, and tackled Rayne
around the middle, knocking him to the floor.
Rayne struggled to get out from under the infuriated man,
but Giles pinned him down with his hands and knees. Angel
reached between them to grab the sorcerer's throat.
Squeezing until Ethan squeaked, Angel held him in place.
Giles sat on Ethan's stomach.
Surprising them both by choking out a laugh, Ethan rolled
his eyes from one to the other.
"What?" Angel was baffled at the reaction then, as Ethan
waved a hand indicating he couldn't speak while being
throttled, loosened his grip.
Coughing, Ethan rubbed his throat. "Do you have any idea
how absurd you two look? Your bare arses waving in the air.
Ridiculous."
Giles sat back, the move settling him more solidly on
Ethan's pelvis. The sorceror's erection prodded him. Giles
rocked slightly from side to side, the soft material of
Ethan's pants brushing his skin.
"R-Ripper!"
Angel realized what was going on and looked up into Giles'
eyes. The Watcher grinned back at him.
"Perhaps a little torment would be in order?"
Catching on, Angel smiled down at their captive. It was a
cold, deadly smile. It was the smile of Angelus.
Ethan swallowed convulsively. "W-what are you up to,
Ripper? You're not going to h-hurt me are you? Or let him
hurt me?"
Giles allowed him to get up. He and Angel grabbed Ethan
under the arms and tossed him in an inelegant heap on the
bed.
"Stay," Giles ordered then motioned for Angel to follow him.
They walked away few paces. Whispering, Giles said, "Are
you up for this?"
"Could be fun. Should we tie him up? He'll try to get
away."
Giles shook his head. "He won't go anywhere. Despite his
protests he likes this sort of thing. Pain with pleasure.
That's Ethan."
Angel's brow furrowed. "And you and he...used to...?"
"Yet another mistake from my youth. One of the bigger
ones."
Staring at the man sprawled on the bed, Angel said, "You
could look at it this way -- if you hadn't made that mistake
then, he wouldn't be here now for us to enjoy this game."
Tilting his head to one side, Giles regarded his lover
quizzically. "You surprise me at times." Then he leaned in
close and planted a firm kiss on the vampire's lips. He
started to pull away, but Angel grabbed him by the hair and
held him fast while he returned the kiss, slowly and
thoroughly. When they parted, brown eyes met green ones
dazed with lust. Then their expressions changed and
mirrored each other's determination to do damage to the
intruder to their privacy.
They returned to the bed. Giles knelt on it and crawled up
on all fours to lie beside Ethan. Angel did the same on the
other side, bracing himself on his elbow.
"He's pretty, Rupert," he commented.
Ethan looked from one to the other. He gave Angel a good
long look as though just now realizing that this was not a
human male about to do who knew what with and to him. His
expression indicated second thoughts about his decision to
enter into this venture.
Giles slipped a hand between the buttons of Rayne's shirt,
nudging a couple of them open for better access to the skin
underneath. Stroking Ethan's chest, he replied, "Yes. He
is. And he's pretty in other places."
With that, Giles grasped the two sides of Ethan's shirtfront
and yanked hard. Buttons popped and flew across the room.
One didn't go far, hitting Angel in the chin. The vampire
picked it up from where it fell to the bed, held it up,
examined it, and placed it in the center of Ethan's
forehead.
Angel smiled at him.
Ethan gulped.
Meanwhile, Giles occupied himself by exploring the man
between them. His hand travelled across Ethan's chest in
ever-widening circles. He stopped and trailed his hand down
the sternum, following the faint line of dark hair until it
disappeared below the waistband of the trousers. Giles'
agile fingers pried open the fastener and slid the zipper
down ever so slowly. Parting the cloth, he reached inside
and found the erection that was begging to be set free. He
stroked it through the cotton briefs.
Ethan squirmed, lifting his hips.
Angel pushed him down and held him there.
Surprised, Ethan laughed nervously.
"What's this? I can't react to pleasure?"
"No," Angel said with a grin.
"Rupert?"
"I'm in complete agreement with Angel. No reacting. To
anything. You behave yourself and maybe we'll...be nice to
you."
Giles continued to stroke Ethan.
Biting his lip, Rayne looked at him and said, "Not...not
sure I can do that."
Angel tapped him on the shoulder. "Look at me, Ethan."
Turning to face him, Ethan saw that Angel was in full vamp
face, the ridges protruding from his forehead, eyes an
inhuman yellow. His fangs brushed his bottom lip.
"Yaahhh!"
"Bad Ethan. Very bad. You are not to react to anything."
Ethan nodded, staring wide-eyed.
"Do you promise?"
Ethan nodded more vigorously.
"Good." Angel's face returned to normal. His expression was
still rather frightening though.
"One more thing, Ethan," Giles cautioned.
"Yes, Ripper?"
"We'll make you beg."
Laughing at the look on the other's face, Giles got up on
his knees and tugged at Ethan's pants, pulling them down
past his hips.
"Lift up."
Ethan did as he was told, raising up so that they could be
stripped from him. Once his pants and shoes were off, the
two in control removed his shorts leaving him wearing only
his torn shirt. Sweat glistened on his body.
"You're right, Rupert. He is pretty in other places." Angel
was looking at a specific item.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ethan asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Giles whispered in his ear.
"Yes, actually, I would."
By way of answer, Giles took a firm grip of Ethan's penis
with one hand. The other wound itself in the sorcerer's
hair close to the scalp. He held him tightly in both places
then leaned down to lick the tip of the captured member.
When Giles sucked lightly on it, a tremor ran through Ethan
as he fought his natural urge to thrust up.
Angel slipped his fingers between Ethan's thighs and cupped
the testicles, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and
releasing.
A low moan rumbled up from deep within Ethan's chest. With
Giles and Angel double-teaming him, he was rapidly losing
the battle not to respond to what they were doing to him.
Giles engulfed the head of the cock in his mouth and sucked
hard. He was rewarded with the bucking of Ethan's hips.
"Tsk. Tsk." Angel shook his head. "You're just not playing
the game according to the rules, Ethan."
"Aaahh," was the only reply, strangled in volume, heartfelt
in intensity.
Removing his mouth from the appendage, but keeping his
fingers wrapped tightly around it, Giles blew on it.
Ethan groaned louder, desperately trying not to squirm.
Giles regarded Rayne's rigid cock. "I think he's getting
close, Angel."
"Mm, you could be right. Maybe we can have some fun out of
this before he comes."
"Oh?" Giles looked at his lover with interest.
"Yeah. Make it a true menage. This way he's the only one
having a good time."
"Oh, I don't know. I'm enjoying this, too, but if you can
make it better..." he trailed off suggestively.
Angel crawled across the man lying prone and then pushed him
aside to make more room on the side of the bed where Giles
knelt. Getting behind the Watcher, he draped himself over
him, wrapping his long arms around the shoulders in a tight,
affectionate hug.
With his hand still on Ethan's cock, Giles leaned back into
the embrace. Resting his head against Angel's, he closed
his eyes briefly. When Angel's right hand began rubbing his
chest and stomach, Giles sucked in a breath and molded his
body against the vampire's, minute movements of skin against
skin increasing the effects of stimulation. When Angel's
inquisitive hand touched his arousal, Giles sighed happily.
The cool fingers fondled him, caressing him into a state of
bliss.
Reaching down at his side, Giles stroked the inside of the
thigh beside his own. Angel responded by rubbing up and
down against Giles' back, his own erection gathering
strength from the contact.
"Excuse me?" came a plaintive query from next to them. "I'm
being a good lad here."
They ignored Ethan.
Angel cupped Giles' chin, turning his head so that he could
capture the curving lips in a searing kiss.
While Angel continued to drag himself against Giles, his
hand pumped the Watcher who in turn, by way of a nearly
automatic movement, repaid the favour to Ethan. The
vampire's rhythm grew faster on both counts and he and Giles
rushed towards the edge, dragging Ethan with them.
Angel tensed and then gushed his cold seed up Giles' back,
crying out. Giles followed right after, shooting semen onto
Ethan's stomach. It was all too much for Rayne and, wide-
eyed, he copied them, covering Giles' hand.
Giles collapsed into Angel's arms. They rested against each
other. Ethan's flaccid cock slid out of Giles' hand.
All three of them remained quiet, lost in the afterglow of
the encounter.
Finally, Ethan spoke, licking his dry lips. "If it's all
right with you both, I'd like to be more of a participant
next time."
When neither of them said anything, they just sat there
looking at him, only half aware of what he'd said, he added,
"I'm good. You know I am, Ripper. You'll like me...Angel."
Still nothing.
"Please?"
# end