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 13
Buffy lay on the couch, leaning against Ethan and actually reading a book for a change. He was reading as well, his free hand stroking her hair absently between turning the page.
Ripper came out from the bathroom in his usual half-dressed state, going straight to the fridge to grab a beer. He popped the cap off and leaned casually against the wall as he took a swallow. “You ask her yet?”
Buffy glanced up to see Ethan shoot him a withering look. “Not yet, thank you so very much,” Ethan grumbled.
She looked from Ethan to Ripper and back, suspicion growing at the meaningful glare that passed between them. “Ask me what?”
With one last harsh look at Ripper, Ethan looked down at her. “It’s nothing to get in a twist about. We just need a little help is all.”
Buffy struggled to sit up, putting a little distance between them. “What kind of help?”
“You ever done any magic?” Ripper asked bluntly before taking another pull from the bottle in his hand.
“A little,” she admitted. “Nothing major. That was more,” she almost said the name, “my Watcher’s thing. Why?”
“Ethan’s doing a working tonight.” Ripper set his beer on the table and moved closer. “Needs you to help.”
“What kind of help?”
Ethan stroked her arm. “Only what you do best, pet.”
Her stomach rolled. “You want me to kill something?”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit, girl,” he chuckled, catching her hand to lift it to his lips. “I don’t need you to do anything more than what you were planning on, anyway. Namely shagging Ripper senseless.”
She must have looked puzzled because Ripper sighed in frustration. “There’s energy in sex,” he explained impatiently, “energy that can be tapped when working magic. Didn’t your prat of a Watcher teach you anything?”
Trying not to laugh hearing him basically insult himself, Buffy admitted, “I wasn’t really paying attention. I was always more interested in staking things.”
Ethan grinned. “Well, looks like it’s you that’s gonna get staked, girl,” he said, drawing her back into his arms.
“What’s the spell?” she asked, still unsure.
“Nothing dreadful.” He seemed more interested in her cleavage than their conversation. “Just powering up some wards. Not worth getting fussed about.” He looked up again, nonchalant. “If you don’t want, we could always ask Deidre.”
“Just for that I shouldn’t,” she chided him. “Either I’ll help you or I won’t. Don’t try to manipulate me.”
“Shut your gob, Ethan,” Ripper growled. He caught Buffy’s hand and yanked her to her feet, catching her up in a fierce embrace as his mouth came down on hers in that masterful way that made her knees weak. When he pulled away, his expression had softened. “Give us a hand, will you, Annie?” he asked in gentle appeal. “It’ll be more fun with you.”
It was sweet in a weird sort of way, melting the last of Buffy’s uncertainty. “When?”
“Tonight,” Ethan said firmly, rising from the couch to insert himself between them. “And hands off until then. Save all that lovely sexual tension until I can put it to good use.”
It was a long afternoon. Ripper seemed to be prowling around on the edge of her awareness constantly. Funny how you didn’t want something so bad until you were told you couldn’t have it. Her head buzzed and her body ached with need for him, aggravated by Ethan who kept finding moments to caress her, kiss her neck, press into her and otherwise tease and arouse her. He must have been doing the same to Ripper, but she didn’t dare look at him to find out for fear she would surrender to the need blinding her and jump him.
Ethan grew more distant as afternoon turned to evening. He disappeared for a while, only to reappear dressed in a black robe, his eyes equally dark. “It’s time.”
Buffy hadn’t been in the apartment’s second room before. She’d assumed it was just storage or something. Instead the room was nearly empty. Piles of cushions littered the corners and a small table was set near one end of the room, covered in a black cloth and set with the kinds of knick knacks she was used to seeing on the shelves in Giles’ office. The walls were a kind of amber beige in the flickering light of a dozen candles scattered in a seemingly random pattern around the room. Buffy could just make out an elaborate design on the floor, barely discernable in the half light.
“Get undressed,” Ethan commanded, not even looking at them as he went to the altar.
To her surprise, Ripper obeyed instantly, pulling the t-shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.
Uncertain, she followed his lead, turning her back to them in sudden modesty. It was one thing to be undressed by someone as a part of foreplay, but something else entirely to undress yourself. She stripped quickly, methodically, trying to ignore the presence of the two men in the room with her.
She jumped with an embarrassing squeak when Ripper’s bare arm slid around her waist, holding her as he pulled her back against him, his erection pressing into the small of her back. “Relax,” he insisted, tracing his mouth along the sensitive curve of her throat. “It’s not like this is your first time.”
“Doing it like this, it is.” She covered his hand on her stomach with both her own to stop them from trembling. “I feel like I’m on stage or something.”
“Mmm, that should be fun,” Ripper purred as he brushed his fingertips over her thighs. “You and me up on stage, hundreds of people watching you spread your legs and show them your pretty, wet pussy before I fill it up with my cock . . .”
“You aren’t helping,” she scolded, barely able to breathe. Which was true in more ways than one. Her nerves trembled in agitation even as the flush of arousal at the image he conjured trickled down her leg.
“Did I tell you to start?” Ethan snapped, interrupting them.
Ripper didn’t seem the least bit repentant. “Just gentling her for you,” he said, not turning away from Buffy. “She was getting skittish, I didn’t want her to bolt.”
Ethan snorted derisively. “She’s not one of your gran’s mares, Ripper. Besides, Annie’s not afraid of anything, are you, girl?”
Buffy met his eyes, surprised to see they had gone almost completely black. But there was still something in them that was part confidence, part pride, that warmed her. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good.” He was instantly all business again. “Then both of you get in the middle of the circle.”
Ripper grabbed up a cushion which he dropped at their feet as they took up their positions in the middle of the floor.
Ethan wasn’t pleased. “Did I say you could have that?” he barked.
“You’re not the one sitting bare arsed on the floor for the next two hours,” Ripper replied, not rising to Ethan’s dominance. “If you don’t like it, you can go fuck yourself.”
Genuinely angry for the first time Buffy had ever seen, Ethan stepped towards Ripper menacingly. “You’ll do what I tell you, mate,” he spat the epithet harshly, “or you’ll have blue balls for the next three days and be grateful that’s the worst I do to you. Get me?”
Ripper resisted momentarily before finally nodding.
When Ethan moved off, Buffy had to ask, “Why do you let him talk to you like that?”
“Because it’s fun,” Ripper shrugged. “Because he wasn’t just whistling out his ass. Because I get to spend the rest of the night shagging you while all he can do is watch. Just because.” He eyed her thoughtfully. “There isn’t always a reason for things, Annie. Sometimes shit just is. You’ll make yourself crazy looking for answers to everything.”
“So,” she shifted uncertainly, “do I get a cushion, too?”
His expression turned smug. “You’re gonna have something a lot more comfortable to sit on, pet.”
He didn’t elaborate. Buffy waited uncertainly for him to take the lead. He didn’t do anything, simply turned to face her. He didn’t touch her, didn’t move. It was so uncharacteristic of him, she started to get nervous again. “What do we do?” she whispered.
He smiled benignly. “Just wait.”
In the background, she heard Ethan begin to murmur. But her attention was fixed on Ripper. He was watching her intently, relaxed but totally focused. Her eyes settled on his and she was lost in them, for the first time making out the fine details, the subtle shading and blending from brown to green, the delicate zig zags that made up the iris, the fathomless depth of the pupils. She couldn’t blink, couldn’t look away. Slowly their breathing fell into synch, making her even more aware of him, making her skin quiver as though drawn to him. But it wasn’t just him. It was as though all her senses were heightened. She could place Ethan without looking at him as he circled the room, feel the air thickening around them. She swayed, unsteady under the onslaught of sensation. When Ripper put his hand on her waist to steady her, she whimpered at the ecstasy of skin on skin.
“Steady on,” he murmured, not pulling away. “It’s only gonna get better.”
It didn’t seem possible.
Ethan had returned to his altar. “Now, Ripper,” he said disinterestedly, totally absorbed in what he was doing.
Ripper sank down onto the cushion with his usual careless grace, pulling Buffy down with him to sit astride him. “Put your legs around my back,” he instructed, crossing his own legs beneath her. She did, and found their bodies brought intimately closer, hearts and eyes level. He reached between them to guide his shaft to her center. Buffy closed her eyes as he took his time entering her, friction and need driving her closer to orgasm inch by inch until he filled her completely.
Then he stopped moving.
Through the haze of need clouding her mind, she struggled to comprehend what he was doing. The only logical answer seemed to be that he was waiting for her to move, so she did, rolling her hips in a long, slow circuit that slid her down his length and back, making him groan aloud.
Instead of letting her continue, his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Not yet,” he insisted through gritted teeth.
“Ripper, please,” she begged without hesitation, “it’s not enough, please!”
“Shh, now.” His hands began stroking almost comfortingly along her back. “You’re gonna get everything you need. Just relax and enjoy wanting something this bad.”
What he said made no sense to her in her desperation, but he held her and comforted her until the frenzy receded. Slowly her heart rate slowed, her breathing matching his again. She could feel the fine hairs on his chest tickling her breasts, the constant subtle flex of his haunches against her legs as he supported her. Ethan only vaguely registered on the fringes of her awareness, circling and chanting quietly. But slowly she became aware of tendrils of energy threading out form her and Ripper, felt Ethan weaving them, tugging them, erotic and intimate, making her gasp.
“Almost there,” Ripper breathed against her throat, and suddenly she realized he was as moved by this as she was. Buffy relaxed more knowing that, her arms curled around his neck as she rested her head against his, still aware, still aroused, but without the previous urgency.
It started slowly, so gradually that at first she didn’t even notice the gentle rocking putting pressure on her sensitive clit. His mouth started moving over her skin, his hands more aggressive as they caressed her. She was already gasping in pleasure by the time what was happening sunk in.
“Not yet,” Ethan’s perturbed voice intruded.
“Fuck you.” Ripper bucked his hips, and Buffy cried out at the feel of him moving inside her. “’ve waited long enough. Do it now.”
He didn’t wait for Ethan’s reply, picking Buffy up enough to switch their positions so that she was lying beneath him, the curve of her back supported by the cushion which arched her closer to him. Without a word he withdrew and slammed into her again.
Buffy gasped on the withdrawal, then cried out as he thrust. This was what her body had been crying for, the sensations only heightened by the lingering buildup. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist but he stopped her, using her ankles to lever them to rest against his shoulders, lifting and opening her even more as he fucked her, his hands clutching her ass for balance. Her fingertips fought for purchase on the hard floor to keep from sliding, her mouth desperate and hungry on his when he pressed down to kiss her.
There was no warning. The pressure of his cock, the demand of his mouth and hands filled her and overflowed. She drew a startled gasp before her back bowed and her head snapped back, the orgasm ripping through her coming out her mouth as an irresistible scream of pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, Annie,” Ripper cursed, never slowing his punishing pace. “Don’t you stop. Don’t stop now. Gonna fill you, Annie. Gonna be the best thing you’ve ever oh fuck!” He lost control and dropped her, his hands slapping down to brace on the floor on either side of her head as he shot over and over into her clenching channel.
It was Buffy’s turn to hold Ripper now, freeing her legs to caress along his sides, her hands stroking his hair and back as he sagged in relief. They kissed almost gently, too tired and sated to make anything more passionate of it.
“You almost ruined it, Ripper.” Ethan sounded irritated and almost childish.
Ripper winced, gingerly withdrawing from Buffy to roll over onto the floor next to her, propping himself up on his elbows to glower back at Ethan. “We gave you plenty of time. If it takes longer than that to cast a simple set of wards, you’re losin’ your touch.”
Ethan had set aside his robe and now loomed over them, dressed only in his black jeans and a scowl. “They weren’t simple wards, and you bloody well know it. You’re just damn lucky I was almost ready.”
“You think I can’t tell when you’re ready?” Ripper shifted, rising to his knees as he reached out to grab the waist of Ethan’s jeans and draw him nearer. “We’ve been working magic together for two years. You don’t need to tell me when you’re ready. I can feel it.”
Buffy had the feeling they weren’t talking about the ritual anymore as Ripper undid Ethan’s fly to reveal his swollen, dusky cock. Ripper leaned in, and she saw his tongue flick out over the domed tip before returning to circle it so slowly it made her ache.
Ethan looked at her, the darkness in his eyes now from lust. “You gonna just sit there?”
Another time she might have resisted. Another time she might have played coy. But not now. She rose to her knees and crawled over next to Ripper, leaning forward to press her own kiss of submission on the tip as Ripper moved out of the way. Then together they began working, lips and tongues colliding as they moved back and forth on Ethan’s shaft. Ethan rested his hands on their heads, part blessing, part mastery, and sighed his pleasure. “Oh, yeah, that’s brilliant.”
Like two dogs sharing a bone, they pushed each other, striving to bring him off, tonguing each other as much as they were him. Finally Ripper veered off, moving down to suckle Ethan’s balls into his mouth, making Ethan hiss. Buffy grabbed the opportunity to take his tip into her mouth, her tongue whirling fast and strong around the ridge.
She was surprised when he shoved her away. “Ripper’s the one being punished here,” he said in a hoarse voice. He pulled away from Ripper’s mouth only to return an instant later, forcing Ripper to swallow his full length. Ripper glared up at him but succumbed, his eyes closed as he gave Ethan what he wanted.
Ethan’s hand still cradled Buffy’s head, so she relaxed, resting her temple against Ethan’s hip as she watched his cock disappear over and over into Ripper’s willing mouth. She could feel Ethan tensing, his orgasm building as Ripper moved faster, sucked harder.
Then suddenly Ethan wrenched himself away with an angry growl. Before Buffy could resist, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her back against the wall. “Fuck if I’ll give him the satisfaction,” he swore, his knee already shoving her legs apart, his hands holding her wrists pinned to the wall. “Beg me for it, Annie. I wanna hear you beg.”
“Please, Ethan!” He was already pushing into her, his cock throbbing against the sensitive flesh of her pussy. She begged anyway. “Please fuck me! Need to feel you, Ethan!”
He shuddered when at last his full length was sunk into her. She held him tight and started rocking to encourage him, but he didn’t need any encouragement. With a violent breath, he drew back and slammed into her, crushing her against the wall. She cried out, which only seemed to encourage him to do it again and again until they were fucking each other wildly.
The weight on her suddenly doubled and Ethan cried out in pain and surprise. Buffy felt Ripper’s arms dig into her as he braced himself against the wall, pinning Ethan between them. “You call this punishment?” he demanded, the slow roll of his hips and Ethan’s accompanying groan telling her she wasn’t the only one being penetrated.
“Just shut up and fuck me.” Ethan punctuated his command by thrusting into Buffy again.
Ripper did as he was told, building a syncopated pace that had them all gasping and swearing. Buffy wrapped her legs around Ethan, her heels digging into Ripper’s haunches to spur him on.
Ethan gasped and snatched her to him as she felt the familiar jolts shake his body. She was just drawing breath to cry out her own release when Ripper swore fiercely and collapsed into them, the added pressure on her clit all Buffy needed to explode into orgasm.
Ethan pulled her down onto a pile of cushions as the ecstasy released them, resting his head on her chest as he tangled his limbs with hers. Ripper leaned back against the wall, sweat making the fine hairs around his neck and face curl. It took him a few minutes before he opened his eyes to look down at them. “So, did it work?”
Buffy tried to focus, but a second powerful orgasm in so short a time left her mind scattered. It didn’t help that Ethan was trailing his fingers over her stomach with the threat of moving lower. So she was barely aware when Ethan confirmed, “Yeah, it worked. Rock solid. Nothing’s going to get in we don’t want.”
“Good.” Ripper crossed his arms, anticipation lighting his features. “Then there’s nothing stopping us from summoning Eyghon tomorrow night as planned.”