Giles and Ethan were hauled into the court-room in heavy chains. They exchanged mystified looks, what had they done? Seated round the room were demons and acquaintances from their past. If this was to be a real trial they would need a defence lawyer, and he needed to be an expert.

Ethan craned his neck round at the commotion near the door of the courtroom and swore as their lawyer came into view.

"Oh, crap! That’s the third time you’ve dropped ’em luv! Can’t you carry a few bleedin’ books?" He snarled at Buffy as she apologised, with a sniffle and a tremble to her lip…

"Don’t shout at me!" She wailed. "You’re just a a undead demon ghoul thingy and I hate you!" Spike rolled his eyes, and started to pantomime yap with his hand.

"Yeah, yeah! Heard it before, now sit down and shut yer gob!" Spikes assistant did as she was told but made sure her lip trembled in the sexy way she knew he liked.

The courtroom hushed as the prosecution made his entrance. All heads swivelled towards the dark haired Master Vampire. Willow scurried behind Angelus . He snarled at her continually tugging at the fine choke chain that laced round her throat.

"Idiot girl!" He grasped her hair and smiled showing his fangs. "Tell me, how do I look?"

"Sex on legs! Master…"

He nodded curtly at Spike and spared a glance to the rear. "Books!" he barked. Willow was at his side in an instant, opening marked pages and arranging his notebook and pencils. She relaxed when her task was done and waited expectantly her hands held behind her back like a schoolgirl.

"What are you waiting for? Attend me!" Angelus sighed as Willow crawled beneath the desk.

Giles and Ethan couldn’t believe their eyes, had the whole world gone to Hell in their absence? What was Buffy doing with Spike and Willow… Where was the judge?

"All rise!" The serpent guard from the train to Avarice announced the arrival of the Judge. Spike stayed where he was seated in his chair, Doc’s planted on the desk. Angelus was already standing. Giles and Ethan craned their necks to see which guise their host had adopted for their last meeting.

A tall door opened in the east of the building and the smell of sulphur and burning flesh filled the room, Ethan gasped at the sight of the demon of his nightmares.

The Medieval Devil with scarlet flesh and cloven hooves, whose gaze meant death in a pit of flaming brimstone for eternity. The smouldering pools of lava in his eyes seared the company and several demons expired in giant plumes of smoke. He walked towards his granite throne, his hooves striking thundering sparks from the marble floor. No one dared breathe till he lowered himself into his rightful place. He nodded his horned head in the direction of the herald and stifled a small yawn as he took from his belt a silver snuffbox and a lace handkerchief.

Giles stared as the devil partook of snuff! Ethan dragged him down out of the range of fire as the resulting sneeze scorched the jury seated to their left.

"Thanks. What the hell is happening?" Ripper whispered.

"Hell is happening, you Dolt! And if we don’t keep our heads, we won’t own our "heads" for much longer… I’ve seen the machine! He’d do it too! It could ruin ones life!" Ethan peeped over the witness box; the judge was looking patiently in their direction.

Ethan straightened, smiled boyishly, and hauled Ripper up beside him. "My Lord, may I be so bold as to call a mis-trial on account of the Jury being incinerated?" Ripper groaned, twenty years of worshipping chaos and that was the best Ethan could come up with?

"You may be bold, they may be incinerated, but you’re not getting a mis-trial." The Judge jovially intoned, he glanced over to Spike and Angel. "Is council amenable to a fresh jury?" Both vampires nodded. And with a crack of his granite gabble the deed was done.

"Just a minuit! You can’t just summon another Jury! They-They have to be vetted, screened … I dunno, something!!" Ripper protested and it was Ethan’s turn to groan.

The judge hitched his crimson eyebrow to Ripper and smiled a curious smile. He chuckled and the ceiling shook its marble dust over the audience.

Spike opened an umbrella, Buffy peered out from under its dark shade and flicked out her tongue to taste the dust, muttering "vampire, vintage 1883…"

"All our jury members have been to the vet and have screamed. However I’m feeling magnanimous today, your request is granted. You will be judged as you appear."

The DemonJudge waved his talons and the great bronze doors swung open to admit twelve men, six Ethan and six Ripper. Each one dressed different to the one before but each a matching set to either Ripper or Ethan. They took their seats sweeping away the greasy ash of the previous occupant.

The defendants stared long and hard at the jury, each couple seemed to represent an era or alternate reality. They were Ethan/Ripper in straitjackets, Ethan/Ripper in Evening dress, Ethan/Ripper in nothing but smiles! Ripper/Ethan in prison uniforms, Ripper/Ethan in leather and chains and finally Ripper/Ethan in shrouds and death masks.

They exchanged looks and gulped as one. The Demon Judge’s voice boomed aloud in the Court. "Choose! Love or not, Hell or hereafter, each other or no one."

Ripper met Ethan’s gaze and shivered as his mates’ love and lust warmed his blood. He had made his choice. Ripper moved to stand before Ethan and gently caressed his lovers’ nipples to hardened peaks. His tongue snaked out to taste the salty flesh and moaned at the same time as Ethan. He closed the gap between them and moulded his loins to his lover, grinding his hips against Ethan’s.

Behind him, he could feel the Jury following suit, each partner rejoicing in their choice. Love and lust forever…

"Oh dear!" the Demon Judge yawned. "How tiresome, they really do love each other. Case adjourned." The gabble crashed again, and then the Demon pointed the gabble at Ethan. "I’ll be seeing you…"

The granite gabble hammered incessantly.

He heard it over his own heartbeat, above Ethan’s groans of lust, their bodies joined together. Sweet sweat drenched flesh slick and sliding together in a never-ending search for the elusive impending climax. Stroking and biting hearing the shared gasps of pleasure, Ripper mapped Ethan’s body with his tongue light and quick as lightning. At last, the pounding into their bodies reached a crescendo and they came together growling and screaming their love for each other.

The front door splintered and the Slayer stood in a shaft of moonlight, her shadow speared the impaled lovers. Their breath gradually returning to normal after their lovemaking.

Giles lifted his head dazedly. "Buffy?" he breathed the question. "You broke my door…"

"I’ve been bangin’ for hours." Buffy would have continued but Ethan butted in.

"So have we!" Ethan chuckled…

Ripper smiled and ruffled his hair. "Hey, you made a Slayer funny. For that you win a prize! Where d’you want it lover?" He kissed Ethan’s chin and Buffy shuddered.

"Where have you been!" She shouted. "We’ve been worried sick! We found your car wrapped round a lamppost."

Giles whimpered. "M.my car?"

Ethan swept him into a hug and stroked his hair. "N’er mind darling I’ll buy you a new one. I think we must have had an accident when attempting re-entry, d’you remember?"

"No, I remember you being in a room and a cinema, a train and a restaurant. Was it a dream or a nightmare?"

Who knows?

The end.

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