The moth flew through the partially open window its dusty moonlit path controlled by the uneasy breath of the gathered beings in Giles’ living room. It flitted and alighted on several moist perch’s its proboscis unfurling to taste the salt on skin.

Thence to the kitchen where the hypnotic strip light held its ethereal attention. It spread its wings wide in homage bowing and billowing in flight daring to touch the hand of its God.

A security light ignited the night and the moth abandoned one false God for another. The light was so strong, good, and pure that it pulled the restless creature as if by an invisible thread. So near to Nirvana until a hand stopped its flight dead.

Ethan glanced at his palm and smiled with silver-milk eyes, then smeared the stunned insect between his thumb and palm and blew away the chaff. He sat up and looked around the room.

Willow and Ripper shared the sofa and Tara slumped in an armchair, all were sleeping peacefully.

Not for long! He swung his legs to the floor and stood up stretching his muscles as if he’d been a long time dead. He crept to the kitchen and collected a knife, his favourite weapon. Then with the blade poised at the redheads’ throat he woke everyone using his uncle’s singsong voice.

"Wakey-wakey! Time to play." He ended the announcement with a light spine- chilling chuckle. Willow’s eyes snapped open and met Tara’s in mirrored terror. Giles slid around Willow, his skin cold, and his heart thumping madly. This was not Ethan but Ethan’s Uncle at last in sole control.

"I am Enoch Rayne. I am so glad to meet all of my nephew’s young friends." His cloudy eyes slid over Willow’s body and lingered over the swell of her breasts. "Such sweet meat to savour and caress!" He moved the blade over her breast and sliced her blouse to get a better view of her nipple. He slid the blade over it and Willow shivered and swallowed.

"Easy luv, " Giles murmured.

Enoch glanced in Giles’ direction and felt the anger and outrage pouring off him. He smiled and nicked her flesh just to see the bright scarlet rose of blood bloom above her heart.

Willow cried out in shock and pain and Giles jerked her out of Enoch’s grasp. She fell on her knees and Tara knelt beside her. Her hand pressed over Willow’s to staunch the flow of blood. Willow rocked and wept. Giles crouched between Enoch and the witches he never took his eyes off his possessed friend.

Enoch bounced lightly on the balls of his feet; he lifted the blade to his lips and licked the bead of blood from the end cutting his tongue a little in the process. His eyes focussed on the tableau before him and he smiled his reptilian smile.

"Look, isn’t that sweet? Their tiff is forgotten. " He pointed past Giles to Tara and Willow. Giles pivoted and risked a glimpse of the girls together, one comforting the other.

"Rupert! " Willow gasped a warning at the same time as Giles felt the blade of the knife at his jugular. He froze allowing the cold blade to dictate his movements.

"Yessss. Rupert, crawl to me that’s a good boy." His eyes gleamed softly in the moonlight. Giles’ jaw muscles clenched with the effort to control his anger, to preserve the health and safety of his lover and friends was uppermost in his mind. He would do anything-

He stared as Enoch fumbled with the unfamiliar fastening of Ethan’s jeans. Giles jerked his head back as he realised what Enoch had in mind. His flesh received a warning nick. Willow screamed and lurched forward.

Enoch smiled at her as he kicked out of his jeans, he gripped the knife harder to cut deeper avoiding the vein but still producing a hissing intake of breath and a trickle of blood down Rupert’s chest.

She clamped her mouth shut and studied Rupert’s eyes he nodded to her and turned his attention back to the familiar body in front of him.

"You know what to do, Boy." Rupert looked up into the eyes of the monster that had abused his friend all throughout his boyhood and vowed to banish him to Hell. He shuffled closer and raised his hands to slide them up Ethan’s taut thighs he tried to relax and ignore the quiet sobs behind him. He would need to concentrate on bringing Ethan back and that would happen when he climaxed.

He nuzzled at the base of the cock, snaking his tongue out to raze around the balls. The knife blade shifted up and down his neck in time to the rhythm of his tongue. Rupert shifted his hand round to the buttocks and kneaded the flesh as he blew hot breath on the burgeoning erection.

Enoch’s grip on the knife slackened and it dropped to the floor. His hands knotted in Giles’ hair and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Good boy!"

Rupert’s hand drifted to the cleft between the buttocks and started a rhythmic massage at the same time as finally taking the cock into his mouth and sucking the turgid flesh, rotating his tongue round the head just as he knew Ethan adored!

"GOD! Ripper!" Ethan lifted up on his toes then bent his knees as Rupert gobbled at his groin, slurping and sucking noisily. Ethan began to shake and moan, gripping Ripper’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. "Fucking Hell--- Ripper! Cummm" He bellowed and jerked his eyes tight shut and his mouth slack with orgasmic bliss.

Rupert held on to him, milking him draining him until the last drop and he released Ethan’s cock and hugged him briefly, tenderly.

Willow gazed upon her lover as if seeing him for the first time, she thought he only wore that expression after pleasuring her.

As Ethan and Ripper clung together, they became wreathed in a shimmering milky cloud that plucked at Ripper’s hold on Ethan’s body. The cloud had spewed from Ethan’s mouth the moment of his climax. Enoch Rayne had never experienced someone giving love unconditionally; the emotion it engendered drove him out of his nephew’s body. He hovered impotently nearby, a spent force whose reign of terror had ended.

The respite was brief. As a howling wind from Hell blew through the room, perfumed with brimstone and Sulphur it heralded the arrival of the Dark Prince for his Servant.

Tara and Willow leapt up to join the men folk and cowered in the presence of ancient evil.

"Where is he?" A disembodied voice announced. Neither Rupert nor Ethan looked up but they pointed in the same direction.

In the corner of the room a small hunched wizened man stood, his hands crippled with arthritis struggled to remove his spectacles. His eyes wore the glazed pearl of advanced cataract and he looked for all the world like a retired cleric.

"Come-" Death called from his blazing chariot and Enoch Rayne boarded without complaint no doubt convinced he was going to his just reward.

The ground shook as the chariot departed; the screams of the damned filtering through the sulphurous night air.

Rupert sank to his knees, crawled to Willow and then parted her blouse and saw the tiny puncture wound now thankfully crusted over with dried blood. His own wound still seeped languidly and he rolled onto his back. He heard a brief commotion in his kitchen which he identified as Ethan fetching towels and hot water. He smiled before passing out.

Rupert rolled over and saw red, a river of it spilling over Willow’s shoulder and tickling his chest. He smiled, moved to kiss her bare shoulder and winced at the tightness of a bandage round his neck.

"Ow-" he uttered and woke his sleeping partner. She smiled at him and all the hurts melted away.

"Mmm, yummy you look, yummy you are in the morning Rupert." He smiled at her impossible speech in the morning.

"No more yummy than you, Willow. " He smiled and gently let his fingers drift down her silken naked body to her dripping pussy, dipping in then making a return journey. He gazed into her dilated eyes as he popped his fingers into his mouth.

"My turn-" she breathed and grazed her hand down his torso to where his cock nestled and throbbed, she ran her small hand over him once or twice and listened to his groaning gasps for breath.

His eyes opened and never once left her luscious mouth that pouted and had an almost permanent upturn with plump rose pink lips that deepened to burgundy damask in arousal. She licked her fingers shiny with pre-cum then he dived into her mouth and fought her tongue for the rest.

Their legs intertwined and he sank into her. They spiraled, gyrated neither gaining the upper hand equally controlling, and controlled until gripped and plunging their torrid lust ignited the fuse of their explosive orgasm.

Rupert gasped at breath, still vibrating down below with good vibes. He grinned and managed a breathy laugh; Willow was panting softly in his ear as she laid her moist head on his shoulder.

He lifted his head away from hers and kissed her nose chastely. "Have I said I love you recently?"

Willow lifted her head and gave him a sleepy smile, "only every day-"

Rupert grinned, "Really? I have been lax, should be every minute! I love you, love you, love you…" He carried on with his new mantra kissing her soft lips until both were in fits of giggles.

One month later.

Ethan wandered away from the chapel where he had just witnessed the blessing of Tara’s new relationship and Ripper’s marriage to Willow. He told them to have many children and that he loved them all! He even threw rice. But he was alone again and found himself back at the river. He went there to dismantle the spell that he had cast before Tara’s suicide attempt. He sauntered over to the deep green water and pondered the fate of his uncle. He never found out why the man abused him. After all his years in therapy, he concluded it was how his uncle controlled him and kept him near.

His thoughts wandered to Ripper and how his lips felt on his body. He shuddered and felt his loins leap to attention at the thought.

"Hello?" Ethan gulped at the strange voice and slowly turned round leaning back on the parapet of the bridge.

"Hello-" Ethan looked directly at the man’s eyes then smiled easily, "beautiful day isn’t it?"

"It is now-" the man concluded an appreciative once over of Ethan’s body.

Ethan chuckled and pushed off from the parapet. "My names Ethan, can I buy you a coffee? Are you new in town?"

The man nodded and asked. "Aren’t you going to lock your car? " As Ethan slipped in beside him.

"Oh no, it’s a rental. In Sunnydale, whether ones car is locked is the least of ones troubles." He leaned back in the comfortable leather of the bucket seat and sighed as he felt the strangers hand on his thigh. Bliss!

The End.

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