The door closed on silent hinges. The world became dust dampened as the two lovers embraced; gentle kisses and smooth silken caresses gave way in moments to demanding questing tongues and manicured nails raked over grit-like nipples.

Giles pinioned Ethan to the panelled wall, his fingers interlaced with Ethan’s forming a double fist. There he took his leisure with a lazy tongue and lips, lathing through the silk of Ethan’s shirt.

Ethan’s shoulders thudded against the panelling with the strength of Giles’ thrusts, their imprisoned cocks battling for release. Giles’ hooded eyes spoke volumes of torment if Ethan should move his hands when he released them. He knelt on the dusty floor and gripped the zipper between his teeth and pulled.

Ethan’s impassioned gasp echoed in the room, his eyes slewed skyward and he stared at the scattered silver stars of the midnight blue ceiling. It was as if they were outdoors. He shuddered as Giles’ eager mouth slathered over his cock, moving over, up and around his cockhead like a pro, Giles had missed his calling!

Ethan could stand it no longer and his knees buckled. He landed heavily on the floor.

Giles didn’t miss a beat. He swung his leg over Ethan’s head and dipped down with his hips, indicating what he wanted.

Ethan freed his lover’s hot deeply veined cock; a thing of beauty, long, slightly curved with an arrow point crown. In his more romantic moments, Ethan thought of it as cupid’s arrow piercing his heart. In baser moments, it pierced his arse.

With a growl, Giles nipped Ethan to remind him of his task.

Ethan yelped and welcomed Giles home; arms linked round his hips, to hold him secure, with warm saliva pooling in his mouth to ease passage down his throat. He swallowed, as Giles did, and eased closer to his lover; his mind in turmoil as lips sealed and sucked and hips thrust and bucked.

The room remembered when it had been the venue of many a lover’s tryst. The stars twinkled and throbbed in time to the heartbeats below. These two were strong in body and magic and it pondered if in time they would remove the puritanical panelling from its walls so it could live and share its knowledge and history with its new occupiers. The dust stirred around the men writhing on the floor. The room wished to see… and Ethan’s foot kicked a hole in the wood as he came thunderously down Ripper’s throat.

A face peered through the gap; a painted pair of eyes blinked and a crystal tear fell on the polished shard of wood.

Giles and Ethan heaved from each other’s embrace, sodden, drained and dusty. They sat with their backs to the wall on the floor panting for breath, fingers entwined again but this time in companionship not passion.

Ethan glanced down at the floor… it was wet. He looked at Giles who had noticed it too.

"Don’t look at me Ethan… I was so far down your throat I couldn’t leak if I tried!"

He dipped his finger in the wetness and licked. Tears.

Slowly, quite softly another tear fell from the painted eye.

The two men leapt up to the other side of the room. The midnight sky was raining tears on them and the gap in the panelling was being pushed outward.

Giles looked at Ethan and zipped up.

Their first assignment had just fallen in their laps.

End of part 3

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