Summary Buffy makes a wish and finds Ripper and Ethan on the other side
Rating NC17 Het, Slash, multiple
Disclaimer No quality fanfiction was harmed in the writing of this story.
Any injured copyrights were unintentional
Notes Thanks to Scarlettgirl for planting the original seed to this in a parking garage in downtown Philly,
to Mydeira for starting it and then letting me take over (large chunks of the first three chapters are hers, so share the love),
and to Wickedfox for the absolutely amazing graphic she made to go with it!
Chapter 5
The kitchenette was a bachelor pad nightmare of empty bottles of spirits and beer, dirty dishes, and trash littering the floor. Buffy found the old fashioned percolator underneath a filthy dishtowel. Trying to figure out how to put it all together and fill it kept her from thinking too much about the crazy situation she found herself in. But once it was plugged in and warming, there was nothing to do but think.
She went over and over the fight in Giles’ study in her head and came to the inescapable conclusion that it had to be the necklace. The string of antique glass beads she had been running through her fingers the entire time she’d been in his office. It was the only thing she could think of that was in any way unusual. It must have had some kind of magical properties Giles didn’t know about. Or maybe he had. He had tried to stop her when she’d made that stupid wish. Maybe he had known what could happen but had been too late to stop her. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she tugged the hem of the frayed t-shirt down over them and sighed. After all those years around Anya, one would think she would have learned.
The thought of Anya gave her a flare of hope. Maybe if Buffy found her in this time, she could convince the vengeance demon to give her a ride home. Finding her would be the trick. Fortunately for Buffy , she had a boyfriend who was a kickass sorcerer.
And how bizarre was that, that Ethan Rayne was her boyfriend? The universe had a really warped sense of humor. And she wasn’t sure which surprised her more, that she was his girlfriend or that he seemed to be genuinely affectionate, in kind of a weird, selfish sort of way. What really disturbed her was how much he reminded her of Spike. And not just physically. Ethan seemed to have the same kind of brutal chivalry that had always been Spike’s hallmark. He seemed to see nothing wrong with putting her in situations that challenged her, even endangered her, but then stayed right there to protect her if it became too much. It was so reminiscent of Spike, it brought tears to her eyes. And maybe that was the real reason she was so comfortable with Ethan. To a part of her brain, this had to seem like a chance to finally make amends and find some kind of closure. She was just grateful Ethan was warm blooded and breathing as a reminder that he wasn’t her lost lover come back to her. Still, she trusted him, this less cynical, less vicious version of the man he would become.
Ripper, on the other hand, she didn’t trust at all. He was too dangerous, too careless, almost like he owned the whole world and looked down his nose at everything in it. And maybe he was right to. She could feel that power in him that made her want to drop her head submissively whenever he was around. She’d been with enough guys in her life, but he was the first one she could really describe as alpha. Just by walking into a room, he dominated everyone in it, and everyone seemed eager to submit. The best word to describe him would be virile, which was so not a word she had ever considered in association with Giles. If this was how he’d been under the effects of the enchanted band candy, it was no wonder her mother had gone back for seconds. And there was another layer of freaky. Now she and her mom had shared a lover. How Freudian was that?
Sharing. She rubbed her eyes, as though that would clear her thoughts. She had slept with two different guys in the space of eighteen hours. At least she hoped it was only two. Part of her wished she could remember better what had happened last night, while another part was really glad she couldn’t. What if she had slept with every guy there last night? It was bad enough she had slept with Ripper. She was Ethan’s girlfriend. But he’d stood there and watched them, never protesting, never interfering. And this morning (or afternoon, as the case proved) when it had been his turn, assuming he hadn’t had another go at her last night, he hadn’t thrown her behavior up to her. It was like he didn’t care who she fucked, as long as she came back to him. It just didn’t make sense to her.
And it wasn’t going to make sense, not while her brain was still fogged with the remnants of drugs, sleep and sex. The coffee smelled done, so she poured some out into a chipped old fashioned teacup that looked like something out of Beauty and the Beast but more likely than not had been lifted from somebody’s grandmother. There was a bottle of milk in the antique-looking fridge that she sniffed carefully before adding to the cup. She savored the first mouthful, then went back to the fridge in search of something to eat.
When the front door to the apartment opened, she looked up in surprise to see Deidre coming in like she owned the place. She looked equally surprised to see Buffy. “What the hell are you doing here?” she spat viciously.
Grace under fire was something Buffy had never had a problem with, which was a good thing as she realized how little her shirt actually covered her. “Making breakfast,” she said coolly, taking out a box of eggs.
Her eyes narrowed. “Does Ethan know you’re here?”
“He’s in the shower.” She studied the girl, trying to get a bead on her. Mouse brown hair, uneven teeth and a pinched expression made her less than attractive. What was it Ethan had said last night, about how they’d have thrown her over if it weren’t for the others? No wonder she was so insecure. “Why, did you think I was sneaking around on him?”
Deidre snorted. “Hardly. Darling, the two of them go through a dozen girls a week. You’ll be gone soon enough.”
The thought of another girl in her place made Buffy suddenly uneasy. But she wasn’t a teenager anymore that this kind of intimidation could break her spirit. “Well, when they do, at least I’ll have the comfort of knowing you won’t be taking my place.” She put the eggs on the counter next to the bottle of milk before facing Deidre again, certain her expression betrayed nothing. “Ethan told me last night that they’d have thrown you over a long time ago if the others didn’t find you so, what’s the word? Oh, yeah. Easy.”
Deidre’s eyes narrowed in anger as her hands clutched at the small paper grocery sack she held. “Well, Ethan’s not the one who’s in charge, is he? Just because he lets Ripper ball his girlfriends doesn’t make him any better than the rest of us. And it doesn’t make you anything.”
Buffy’s own anger rose at the acid in Deidre’s voice. “I guess women’s lib hasn’t made much of an impact over here, has it?” she responded with equal venom. “Or maybe it’s just you that’s a complete doormat. I’m not some toy to be passed around, and nobody lets anyone to anything to me that I don’t want. I fuck who I want, when I want, and I don’t need Ethan’s or anyone else’s permission to do it. And since I don’t put out to every guy that comes along,” she gave Deidre a scathing look, “maybe the one I have might hang onto me longer than you think. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite.”
She had almost made it to the hall when Deidre stopped her. “Annie.” When Buffy turned, Deidre threw the paper bag at her. “Tell your boyfriend,” she sneered on the word, “I’m not his pack mule. If he wants stuff from the shops, that’s what he’s got you for now. If you’re not too busy being all liberated.” With that she turned away dismissively to pour herself a cup of coffee.
There was no point in arguing with her. It would only make Buffy look bad and wouldn’t accomplish anything, anyway. Tightening her hold on the paper bag, she started down the hallway towards the bathroom.
The sight that met her took her breath away.
Ripper and Ethan stood in the cramped hallway, their pants shoved down over their thighs as their bare chests pressed intimately into each other, their arms entangled as they made out against the wall. Their mouths slanted almost cruelly back and forth over each other with each kiss. Ripper had his hands knotted in Ethan’s still damp hair while Ethan was more casually draped around Ripper, fingers of one hand splayed against Ripper’s scalp, the other resting easily on the firm curve of his ass. With every movement Buffy could see the muscles in their legs and asses flex, the hard blades of their cocks stroking against each other to draw soft moans and grunts that were instantly swallowed by the next kiss.
They were gorgeous together.
Buffy was trapped. She couldn’t get past them to the bedroom and bathroom through the tight confines of the hallway, and she couldn’t go back because then she’d have to answer to Deidre on why she’d come back so quickly. But they seemed too engrossed to notice her, so she just stayed very still and tried not to be transfixed by the arousing sight in front of her.
She was surprised to realize Ethan was the taller of the two of them. She had always thought Giles was taller, but with them together like this, she could see Ethan had a good two inches on Ripper that his lean build disguised, forcing him to bend his head ever so slightly to Ripper’s hungry mouth.
Ripper let one hand slide roughly down Ethan’s back to grip his ass fiercely as he sped up the rocking of their hips. Finally he jerked his head away from that devouring kiss. “Turn around,” he commanded quietly but undeniably.
Ethan’s sultry eyes fluttered open, bright with lust, a smug grin curling his lips. Since you asked so nice,” he purred sardonically, but he did as he was asked, his own eagerness evident as he arched his back in invitation.
Buffy was certain she would be caught, but Ethan’s eyes closed without registering her presence, and Ripper was too focused on what he was doing to notice or care. He shoved Ethan’s jeans down further out of his way before spitting into his hand and slicking it over his dusky cock. He gripped Ethan’s hip with one hand while the other guided his shaft into position.
Ethan’s soft grunt told her when Ripper was in place. He let go of himself to grip Ethan’s other hip and with dark deliberation slowly pulled Ethan back onto his length.
Ethan let out a broken sigh as his head fell forward to rest on the wall. It was his efforts that just as slowly pulled away from Ripper and then pressed back again. Ripper grinned ferally.
Buffy had to grind her teeth to keep from gasping in wonder as they started an obviously familiar dance. She knew she should look away, give them at least that much privacy, but she was too entranced. “Christ, you’re so tight,” Ripper said, his eyes still locked where their bodies came together. “How are you always so tight, with all the times I’ve buggered you?”
Ethan turned his head but didn’t open his eyes. “I eat a lot of fiber.”
Ripper chuckled. “Not a lot of fiber in a Black and Tan, mate.” He allowed his hand to caress the swell of Ethan’s ass. Buffy held her breath, anticipating the slap that was to come. But it didn’t.
“Harder,” Ethan demanded.
Ripper just chuckled.
That seemed to piss Ethan off. “I said harder! You fuck like a pussy.”
Ripper’s face darkened. “Maybe that’s what you’d rather have then. Is that it? Would you rather be shagging your pretty new bitch?”
Ethan barked a laugh, obviously satisfied with the reaction he’d gotten. “I’d rather be fucking both of you and you know it.” He paused. “And so would you.”
Ripper leaned forward to press his chest along Ethan’s back, one arm curling around to allow him to caress Ethan’s torso. “You’d like that, would you? If Annie was here between you and that wall, her pussy wrapped around your cock right now instead of my hand?” He punctuated his words by wrapping his hand around Ethan’s shaft and twisting.
Buffy’s uncontrollable moan of arousal was lost under Ethan’s. “Christ, Ripper.”
But Ripper didn’t stop, his hips slapping against Ethan’s ass, his hand jerking Ethan’s cock in long strokes. He leaned closer to speak in Ethan’s ear, but loud enough Buffy could hear him clearly. “She’s here, you know. Standing there watching us. Why don’t we ask her?”
Ethan’s head snapped up, his eyes opening for the first time to see her there. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a surprised wail as he came. Ripper just chuckled and slammed into him hard for half a dozen strokes before he jerked with a soft curse and came as well.