"What I am saying is. Will you be able to resist her when she comes back?" Ethan sat on Rupert's desk as Rupert read lounging on his sofa. His glasses looked distinctly odd married with the rest of his outfit.

Ethan had been trying hard to ignore Rupert's effect on him for three quarters of an hour. They were waiting for the Dominatrix. He looked at his watch twelve-twenty. The real battle had started at seven that evening. Willow was doing sterling work with tea and Xander had ordered several pizzas. Rupert didn't eat saying he wasn't hungry. That was worrying.

Ethan found himself staring at those tantalising laces again. Rupert shifted his leg to the floor and lifted his hips slightly off the sofa cushions. Ethan bit back a moan. He moved off the desk and locked the office door.

Rupert looked up at Ethan as he heard the sound of the key in the lock. His eyes fixed on the bulge in Ethan's jeans. He smiled and let his gaze drift up Ethan's body to his mouth. Ethan found himself blushing! He didn't Blush! Nothing embarrassed him! Rupert was just looking at him in such a hungry way! He cleared his throat.

"Did I tell you how fetching I thought that outfit was?"

"No." Rupert said quietly. He took off his glasses and laid them on top of his abandoned book.

"Well it is... very. You should wear leather more often." Ethan swallowed, Rupert's eyes were boring into him, it was plain that he wanted him. His eyes were dark with lust and the way his body just lay there, open and waiting.

"I plan to, after the Shadow-Demons destruction. I think Willow like's it and I know you like it." Rupert murmured the last part of the sentence and looked pointedly at Ethan's Groin.

"Yes?" Ethan asked hopefully.

"Yes." Ripper answered sitting up. Ethan felt himself drawn to him. He had Ripper groaning his name, breathing hard and thrusting against his palm in minutes flat.

"Ethan we can't!" Rupert gasped as his friend freed his erection and had it surging into his fist. Rupert's head rolled back and he bit his lip his eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Ripper, you say no but your cock's saying yes. I nearly lost you today! Let me show you how much I care!"

Rupert gazed at Ethan. He'd not seen him look like this ever. Ethan made a few quick strokes over his cock and Rupert abandoned all reason. He reached for the waistband of Ethan's jeans and pulled him close for a soul-searching kiss. Ethan was busy at his groin. He had him hot and panting on the edge of cumming. Ethan was masterful, playing him like a musical instrument. The crescendo approached, he closed his eyes and bucked into Ethan's mouth as his lips closed round him in the seconds before he came. His groan was animal in nature. Ethan refused to let him down when he'd finished. He gave Rupert a kiss sharing the cum.

Rupert started to harden again and he pulled Ethan on to the sofa with him. He held him with strong hands while he invaded Ethan's mouth. When he finally broke off the kiss Ethan was breathless his eyes wide and dark. Shadow-Giles attacked him shoving him fiercely down onto the couch. He tore at Ethan's fly and claimed his prize. Ethan felt sharp teeth scrape down his length and realised what had happened. This wasn't a game!

"Shit!" Ethan tried to get away but Shadow-Giles held him down with a snarl. The demon tore Ethan's shirt from him in his furious hurry to explore his chest. Shadow-Giles' talons raked over Ethan's nipples drawing blood. He screamed out an incantation and scrambled away.

One moment Shadow-Giles was snarling at him the next Rupert was staring at his bloody fingernails. "God! Ethan, what did I do?" Rupert asked. Ethan was shaking, standing away from him.

"I got what I deserved. I took advantage of you Ripper. Foolish of me really. When Dominique returns I'll take care of her. You stay in here with Willow. All right?" Rupert nodded and sat down on the sofa. Ethan sat next to him, God, he needed something stronger than tea!

Xander was hammering on the door. He was just stepping back to put his shoulder against it when he heard the key turn in the lock the door opened and Ethan stepped out.

"What happened to you?" Xander asked he shot a glance over his shoulder at Buffy who raced to get the First Aid kit.

Shadow-Giles lingered in the doorway half obscured by shadows. He filled the door frame impressively now. His dark eyes glittering and his arms folded across his chest. He watched Willow in the distance. She slowly turned to look at him. He smiled gently at her and with a nod of his head she was out of her seat crossing the library floor. He grasped the door handle tightly as she approached.

"Ethan told me you could wait in here with me Willow. It's all right. He banished Shadow-Giles, I'm quite myself." He stepped into the light and his eyes sparkled green.

"Willow! Broadsword. Tell Ethan!" Rupert's voice was desperate. Shadow-Giles had given him a few seconds only.

"Broadsword!" Willow screamed as he yanked her inside the room and slammed the door shut.

Ethan's head whipped round at the sound of the door slamming. Footsteps echoed round the library. She had returned.

Ethan got up wincing from the pain in his chest. Broadsword, perfect! He whipped the bandages off and flew to the weapons chest in the corner. He chose his weapon and a small addition that he tucked in his boot. He stood and levelled the weapon. His shoulders immediately complained it had been many years since he had wielded a weapon of this weight and deadliness.

Dominique came from the shadows dressed typically in leather, skintight trousers this time of the same design as Shadow-Giles'. A low cut leather waistcoat with silver buttons adorned her upper body. Her shoulders and arms showed she was used to fighting with broadsword. Her feet were clad in short ankle boots still with the customary high heels but allowing her more freedom of movement.

Buffy looked at Ethan, he had trusted her to protect Willow and she had failed. Could she help him to defeat this woman? She looked anxiously toward the office it had been quiet in there since the door slammed shut. Xander decided for her. He shoved her aside saving her from certain decapitation as Dominique swung her first blow at Ethan.

He blocked it whipping his sword aloft and used its weight to crash a swiping counterattack, forcing her sword down and to the side. Xander rolled with Buffy then ran with her to the relative safety of the balcony. Unfortunately for them they could now see all that occurred in the office between Willow and Shadow-Giles.

Shadow-Giles paced toward her his fists clenching and unclenching menacingly. Willow backed into a corner trying to make herself as small as possible. Shadow-Giles reached out with one taloned hand and closed round the flesh of her forearm and dragged her out. He kissed the palm of her hand, nipping the flesh lightly.

"You're going to like being my twin Willow. It's liberating. I really do love you. There, the other never had the balls to tell you did he? I can make you scream Willow, with pleasure or pain. Your choice. Soon they'll begin to melt together and you won't know the difference anymore." His lips moved up her arm; their softness contrasted with the sharpness of his teeth on her skin. She shuddered in spite of his warmth. He was close enough. She jerked her knee up sharply at the same time as bringing down a heavy book on his head. His fingers scraped along her arm as he fell to the ground in agony.

"Willow, Willow don't cry! I won't hurt you. Not for the world." Rupert had recovered from the knee in his groin and was now trying to convince her that it was safe to come from her hiding place. She was just about as far away as she could get in the small room. He gave up and stood looking out of the window with a tightly controlled expression of loathing on his face; loathing for Her. The verses of Kipling's Thousandth Man popped unbidden into his head. They described Ethan perfectly.

Willow felt emboldened and ventured from her hiding place. Rupert looked lost in thought. She touched his arm as softly as a butterfly alighting but it sent his heart soaring. He breathed in her scent floral and warm, his body leaning toward her.

Through the window he saw Ethan battling to defend himself against the hammering blows echoing round the library, raining down on his defensive blade. He wasn't attacking. Dominique had the superhuman strength of the insane and Ethan was helpless beneath her.

Rupert took a step away from Willow realising how he could influence the battle. Dominique's blade dropped briefly and her fierce expression fell away losing her concentration momentarily. Ethan seized the moment and launched himself at her. He swung his blade low at her knees, drawing first blood. The dominatrix staggered back allowing Ethan to catch his breath before she could strike again. He had to press home his advantage. The sword in his hands appeared lighter, Ripper? He snatched a glance over at the office and ducked as Her blade whistled past his ear just nicking the skin. That was too close!

"He's fighting for you; for your soul isn't he?" Willow asked. She stood near to but not touching him.

Rupert nodded his eyes never left Ethan. His friend resembled a true demon. His eyes were alight with blood lust his muscles honed and glossy with sweat. He was magnificent like this! Rupert felt a surge of pride. He belongs to me! He stopped the thought it shocked him so. Even after all these years knowing that Ethan would die for him shocked him.

"Is he winning?" He glanced down at her he had all but forgotten that Willow was there.

"Oh, yes he'll win. He always wins." He said smiling.

Dominique was beaten. She was on her knees with the point of her sword resting on the floor. Her hair hung about her face in damp tendrils. Ethan had attacked like a dervish when he saw blood. The clanging and hammering echoed through his mind like the 'Peal of Hells' Bell's'. His blood sang in his veins he was enjoying himself; if one could enjoy oneself while fighting for ones' life.

Ethan glared from on high. He held his sword aloft gripped in both hands.

"JERUSHA" He announced to all present. End it! His mind screamed in jealous rage. She's taken Rupert from you. You liked Shadow-Giles didn't you? His eyes flamed down at his vanquished foe. "Yield or die!"

Would she yield?

At the sound of the name Rupert stiffened and closed his eyes. An icy blast of air swept through the office. Willow flung her arms round him and held on burying her face in his chest. He held her there one hand caressing her wind swept hair.

"He has her now!"

Dominique threw her head back and stared at Ethan with empty haunted eyes. He was going to kill her. She saw it plain. No amount of pleading would sway this one.

"I yield." She prostrated herself before him.

Xander and Buffy held their breath as Ethan heaved the weapon higher. She had given up. He wasn't going to kill her, was he? Ethan brought the blade down with a final crashing clang; snapping her weapon in two and cutting off a single stray curl of her hair. He stooped to pick up the curl.

"You are mine, Jerusha, body and soul 'till time ends." He looked towards the office with immense sadness. Goodbye Rupert.

She has you now.

Willow gazed at Rupert. Something was different about him. His smile was positively beatific. He picked her up high and swung her round in his arms.

"She's gone, we're free."

Willow was giddy and giggling. He gazed on her with smouldering eyes and she caught her breath. She slowly slid down his long body twining her legs round him as she descended. His large hands smoothed her dress up and over her body. He flipped the garment past her wrists expertly and it fell he knew not where. Her legs crossed behind his back as he reached up to unclasp her bra. The thin whisp of lace went the same way as her dress. Now all that remained was the barrier of her panties. He held her restrained with one hand on her back while he reached for the stiletto knife at his belt.

She shivered as the cold blade touched her skin and he inserted it at the leg of her panties.

"You are never going to wear these again." He whispered throatily. He cut them from her as he kissed her breasts. With a flick of his wrist the knife spun away and thudded into the door.

"Reach down and unlace me Willow." Her hands trembled over the straining leather. At last he was free and she gasped at his length and girth. He grasped her buttocks and squeezed she moaned loudly. He was gradually inching her into position to impale her. He held her high again.

"Willow, you want your prize?" He asked quietly, he hoped he sounded calm only he'd just seen some very odd looks being exchanged through the window. He backed up and managed to unfurl the blind it dropped down with a clatter.

Ethan looked at them just before the blind fell and smiled wearily.He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this bloody exhausted. He rested his forehead on the pommel of his sword and sucked in great drafts of air. He opened his eyes as Buffy offered him a bottle of water. He grabbed it and gulped it down.

"You were good out there Ethan. Well done!" She had no smart remark for Ethan tonight, no jibe at his courage or self-serving ambitions. She was in awe of him. If tonight was an illustration of what he was like as a young man, how had the world survived Ripper and Ethan?

"You've got to ask nicer than that Willow." He chose to ignore her moans.

"Now, I want it Please Rupert! Fuck me!" He smiled and lowered her onto his meat. He loved the way her mouth opened, as if he were going to come out of her throat. My, she was tight! He was trembling, there... she was down. Her face was gorgeous like this. She glowed with growing experience, the gains far out weighing the loss of her innocence.

He moved in her slowly at first then allowed her to dictate the pace of his thrusts. She bit all round his pierced nipple making it ache with a terrible desire that transmitted to his thrusting loins. Rupert leaned her against the wall and finally permitted himself the luxury of Willow's kiss. He placed his lips softly over hers and moved sensually, slowly over her warm lips. He licked gently, easing himself in stroking and teasing her sweet tongue, coaxing it into life.

Soon they were breathing hard. The fire of their love consuming their bodies. Willow pulled and worried at his nipples he groaned and thrust harder into her, so much so that he worried he might climax before her.

Her sweet face froze in orgasmic bliss and she sighed his name. Her orgasm surprised him with its intensity. It was as if her pussy was a second mouth sucking him dry. He powered into her several more times wishing for the sensations to last forever.

End it did with his legs finally giving way and they fell onto the couch. She refused to give up her tangled position round his legs and held him inside her by sheer will. He felt all over hugged and content. He realised that over the past weeks he had had plenty of game sex but hardly any real love. Willow was love and he loved her.

"Rupert?" His mind reeled again. She had used his Christian name.

"Hmm?" Incapable of coherent speech are we?

"Will you wear Leather for me?" Willow sounded embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

"If you will for me. Willow, Will you be my Shelver?" He had suddenly realised there was a vacancy.

"Yes, if I can play like her." Willow's passion had been ignited. He was reminded of the directions on a box of fireworks. He'd lit the blue touch paper but he didn't want to retire to a safe distance!

The End.

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