Rupert Giles faced the large dining room and felt his insides quake. He could face down vampires, demons, and apocalypse by the dozen, but a crowded hotel dining room filled him with dread.

The silverware glistened on the white-linen draped tables. His gaze drifted past the crystal champagne flutes and fine china, until he caught the eye of the Chairman, who then beckoned him over.

The smile froze on Rupert’s lips as he saw who it was the Chairman wished to introduce. "Ah Rupert… I’d like you to meet Professor Rayne, he’s one of our speakers. I’ve seated you together, I hope you don’t mind."

Ethan smiled and extended his hand.

Giles stared at it as if it were a viper about to strike.

The Chairman was oblivious to Rupert’s discomfort and drifted off to the next introduction.

"A pleasure to see you again Rupert. Please, sit…" Ethan intoned pleasantly as he sank into the claret leather booth and unfurled his napkin with a flourish.

Giles sat opposite and waited for the other shoe to drop.

Ethan studied the menu; now and then, he would glance up in his direction and smile.

Giles could stand it no longer. "Ethan!" He hissed. "What the Hell are you doing here? It’s Watcher’s only!"

Ethan put aside his menu and took his glass in his hand; the ice clinked as he sipped.

The room fell silent as Giles watched Ethan swallow. Ethan’s lips parted from the glass, still moist his tongue swept the moisture away. "I am a watcher." Ethan murmured.

"What!" Rupert’s hysterical yell hushed the room and all eyes swivelled in his direction. He made to rise from the booth as he threw down his own napkin.

Ethan’s hand restrained him. "If you get up from your seat a bomb will blow up the convention."

Ethan’s tone and the strength of his grip on his hand gave Rupert pause. He settled back into his seat, increasing contact with the leather.

"That’s my good Ripper. This is my swan song and I wanted to get your full attention. After tonight, you won’t see me again unless you want to. I’ll stop all the tormenting. Just give me one night, Ripper."

The hand on his soothed and caressed. Giles shivered from the effort of not leaping away from his enemy and the desire not to cause a panic.

The tableau was beautifully arranged a magnificent finale to Ethan’s Chaotic career.

The evening wore on and the first course passed without incident. Giles ate his food without tasting it; terror rather dulled one’s taste buds. He caught Ethan talking with the headwaiter, a moment later, the lights were extinguished, and dim lamps were lit on each table.

Giles dropped his knife with a clatter on his plate as he felt a foreign hand opening his trousers. He glared at Ethan, who smiled and popped a fork full of lobster in his mouth and then reached for the wine.

"Another glass, Rupert?" He smirked at the flashing eyes of his former lover. His fingers beneath the table were playing an old familiar tattoo on his nerve endings and Rupert was responding.

Rupert parted his thighs and blinked heavily, his breath increasing with the manipulations of Ethan’s expert fingers. He nodded and gulped down the golden liquid in his glass, that Ethan instantly refilled twice over.

Rupert abandoned his plate and slid closer to Ethan, the long cloth disguised their mutual handiwork. With his left hand, Rupert pulled Ethan closer and whispered in his ear. "Do you remember the last time the cloths went to the floor?" Rupert kissed Ethan’s earlobe and traced the line of his jaw with his tongue. He dropped his own hand to Ethan’s lap and witnessed the effect his kiss had on the Lord of Chaos. He drew back his head and picked out the vague shadows of the other guests.

"Suck me, Ethan…"

Ripper’s wanton whisper prompted swift action on Ethan’s part. He dropped his cutlery and dipped under the billowing cloth.

Ethan gazed on Rupert’s throbbing heavy cock. How it surged and pulsed with blood, the head slick and silky. He poked out his tongue, slowly slid it dart-like over Rupert’s cock head, slipped into his slit, licking and sucking eager for the precious pre-cum…

Ethan shuddered when Ripper moaned and every sinew tightened. "You’re strung tight tonight my love, I’m your bow, let me play you…"

Ethan sank his lips over Rupert’s hot hard length, his lips forming a tight ring as one hand slid quickly up and round Rupert’s rigid, rippling cock; feeling Rupert’s pulse racing in time with his own.

Rupert’s sighs and the sound of his balls slapping heavily against Ethan’s palm proved too much and he moaned, deeply affected by his erotic act. He curled his tongue up and round, concentrating on the underside of Rupert’s cock;’ he’s almost ready to cum’. His growls of passionate lust are loud enough to draw casual glances.

Ethan abandoned his erotic torture and Rupert groaned aloud. "Ethan… Please. Swallow me, fuck me Ethan…" Giles panted, lifting the cloth to witness Ethan nuzzling his balls and then run his boiling tongue up his length once more.

Ethan dipped his lips over Rupert’s engorged cock and swallowed him deep; milking him with his throat… Ethan looked up at and saw the divine look of a man about to know his maker… His hands pulled Rupert closer. Ethan in turn felt a burning sensation in his belly, his own blossoming orgasm. Rupert’s hips bucked wildly. ’Fucking my throat.’ Ethan thought, ’like I’ll fuck yours later.’

Rupert’s head slid back and he loosed a tide down Ethan’s eager throat.

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