The lift came to a juddering halt as Ripper blindly hit at the call pad. His fingers grazed past Ethan’s thighs sending the exquisite Italian slacks to the floor. His lashes swept up to study Ethan’s rapt features.

Ethan’s eyes were closed and his mouth slightly parted as the ghost of a smile played about his lips. His breath came as delighted gasps in his chest as Rippers tongue traced the corolla of his cock. Pausing and probing at will, sweeping past and then revisiting delicate sensitive places. He knew his friend well!

"Ripper… harder, Rippp…" Ethan’s request was drowned as his cock hit the back of Rippers throat and he began to hum and massage his balls at the same time. Ethan’s hands gripped the Watcher’s hair and hammered into the willing mouth. He heard the vague buzzing of the lift being requested but soon that faded with the insistent drum of blood in his temples.

Ethan dug his fingers into Ripper’s shoulders as he came with a shout and felt the rhythmic tug of Ripper’s eager swallowing. His head rolled on his shoulders and he finally relaxed his death grip on both Ripper’s hair and the perimeter rail of the lift.

He felt soft lips kiss up his body and the liquid silk glide of his trousers pulled up and fastened securely. He opened his eyes to see Ripper with his lips parted and the last of his semen washing round his tongue.

With a soft groan of lust, Ethan grasped Ripper’s head and attacked his mouth as the lift doors opened on the long awaited floor.

Irate passengers stood, with mouths agape as the lift doors opened to reveal two men in a desperate, passionate clinch… one or two of the males gave them appraising glances while surreptitiously feeling each other up.

"Floor…" Ethan murmured into Ripper’s ear then smiled as Ripper answered "Bed’s better…"

"Bed it is then lover. " Ethan slid his arm around Ripper’s warm waist and guided them out of the lift, past the gawking crowd. He grinned as a groan welled up behind them.

The lift descended without them.

Ripper swiped his key card through the lock and fell into the room with Ethan in tow. They made short work of their clothes; shirts hung from their shoulders in soft cotton and silk folds. Their lips and tongues traced searing paths to nipple and throat, hip to weighty, swollen cock. Ripper back-pedaled to the bed, driven by his eager partner in lust. Ethan ripped the sleeves from his lover’s shirt and used them to bind his wrists to the wall lamps either side of the bed.

Ripper arched and writhed in mock discomfort, while Ethan crawled up the bed with his eyes hooded regarding the victim of his eroticism.

Ripper twisted his wrists in his bonds as Ethan crept ever closer, like a velvet snake. He felt Ethan’s primed cock stroke heavily up his muscular calf, past his knee and thence to thigh.

Then Ethan straightened a little and slid his knee forward between Ripper’s legs gently rubbing his knee behind Ripper’s balls. Ripper sighed opening his legs wide to invite further invasion of his body.

Ethan smiled and reached for Ripper’s foot. He placed the toes at his breast and waited as his partner’s dextrous toes pinched his aching nipples. He massaged Ripper’s tight gluteal muscles; eliciting soft moans and sighs. He shuffled forward forcing his partners hips from the mattress. He stroked his cheek on the arch of Ripper’s foot, licking and sucking the slightly wrinkled flesh. He thrilled to Ripper’s soft chuckle. He glanced at the bedside table and retrieved the small vial of oil he had secreted there earlier in the day. He trickled the oil in and around Ripper’s opening and took a breath while it took its full effect.

Ripper bit his lip as the oil slipped inside him. He knew what was next. Ethan would have him again and he’d be a puppet dancing on the tangled strings of an orgasm for hours on end.

The pepper oil seemed almost to boil inside him, electrifying every nerve making him twitch in anticipation. His hips rose and fell of their own volition. His breath came in shuddering gasps while his master knelt above him forcing him to jack-knife. His gaze locked on Ethan.

"Please…" He panted huskily. "Now…need you, …" He moaned.

Ethan smiled as he purred. "You ready for me, my Ripperslut." Ethan smiled wider as Ripper groaned and nodded vigorously. Ethan pulled his masterstroke. He slid a melting ice cube across Ripper’s buttocks and then popped it into his spasming arse. "Now you’re ready!" He chuckled as Ripper howled at the sudden cold. He plunged his aching cock into his lover’s body and jolted with pleasure at his tight heat.

Ripper roared and arched away from the bed head almost in a shoulder stand as Ethan pummeled his well-lubricated hole.

With the long foreplay and alcohol over dinner, Ethan knew he wouldn’t last long. Even cold sober and hungry he had never lasted long where Ripper was concerned. He shifted into a higher gear and closed his fist round Rippers turgid cock, he stared at it in wonder, finely rippled and pliant flesh covering an inner core pulsing with blood and lust. He wanked him faster, plunging deeper and faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto the cock in his grasp, mixing with Ripper’s free-flowing pre-cum. Ethan growled as his heart boomed in his chest, his body soared and quaked. "Cumming… Aw GODFUCK Ripper!" Ethan’s voice blended with Ripper’s as his bonds finally gave way and his hands were free to claw at Ethan’s back…

The tangle of limbs remained tangled until dawn. When finally the sun spiked into Giles’ eyes he blinked and then shivered at the cold bed and sodden sheets surrounding him. Ethan was gone.

He shut his eyes and swore beneath his breath. "Had me again, you fucking wanker!"

His hand flailed out to find his glasses. He unravelled the remains of his shirt from his wrist and his eyes lit upon a black rose on his pillow. He picked it up with a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Ethan, you old tart. You gone soft?" He questioned whimsically. He read the note accompanying the rose: Ripper old mate, as promised your life is your own. You won’t see me again or perhaps you will, in your dreams. But it’s me, so would they be nightmares? One more thing… why do condoms have a nipple on the end?

Giles puzzled a while and shook his head.

: It’s something to stand on when taking it off.

Ethan turned his head at the giggles emanating from the hotel room and sauntered down the corridor and through the wall. He could have used the door, but he always endeavoured to deny convention.

Convention 3 (Alternate Ending) Giles and Willow Pairing

His hand flailed out to find his glasses. He unravelled the remains of his shirt from his wrist and his eyes lit upon a glistening river of red hair spilling onto the pillow next to him.

He sat up in bed, wide-awake. He reached out tentatively to touch an ivory skinned shoulder and gasped aloud when his bed partner turned sleepily and snuggled close to his chest.

"Will…" Giles started to say her name. Ethan finished it for him

"Willow. Yes Rupert it is her." Ethan took a step or two into the blushing dawn light.

Giles gasped anew, he could see right through Ethan.

"Oh close your mouth do! You look like a guppy! Y’know I probably wouldn’t have minded so much if you actually felt it when I died three months ago. But you didn’t, did you? I died and you didn’t notice!" Ethan kicked a chair in disgust and sighed melodramatically when his foot sailed though it.

"How. how did you…uh…" Giles swallowed. Could one drink this early in the morn?

"I came across the little waif here. All the spark washed out of her. She reeked of guilt Ripper. So what’s a bit more guilt for me where I’m going? I took it from her and she granted me one more night with you. I used her body and she was good eh?"

Giles grinned, wolfishly then rearranged his face when he felt stirrings in loins. He lowered his eyes. "She was fantastic…"

Ethan bounced on his heels, then realised what he was doing and stopped suddenly. "Damn if her personality hasn’t leaked into me Ripper!"

Giles looked closer as Ethan seemed to be fading in the gathering light. "You’re leaving me?"

Ethan nodded, "Have to. People to do, places to be." He turned to the wall and squared his shoulders; he smirked over his shoulder at his old friend. "Be bad for me."

Ethan slipped through the wall as Willow opened her eyes and greeted her lover with a kiss.

The End.

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