Gradually a white mist filled the circle drifted down over their heads. They gazed upward as the mist descended and the fog finally cleared. Ethan smiled at Rupert and Willow. His gaze was drawn down to where the blood pooled at their feet it began to boil and solidify.

"Out of the circle!" He ordered. Rupert lifted Willow from the floor and leapt out of the circle. Ethan stepped between the small demonic shape and his friends.

It attacked. Electric blue and red flashes arced round Ethan’s body and he writhed and jerked in agony. Rupert had never seen Ethan affected by magic in this way. Ethan was always so careful and methodical. Of course this time he had acted impulsively. He tried to help but Willow wouldn’t let him go. Still, he could touch Ethan let him know he was there.

"No!" Ethan’s voice was strangled with the effort to speak. "Don’t touch me, Ripper!" Ethan lifted his hand by a supreme effort and began to recite the banishing spell once more. In effect telling the sprog to fuck off back to Hell and not come back in a hurry. The small demon howled in despair and disintegrated. With one last crack of doom, a dusty arm thrust through the circle wielding an obsidian sword that struck Ethan in the chest and he collapsed to the floor.

Rupert crawled over to examine Ethan’s chest. He was relieved when he saw no wound. He shook him gently he was awfully still.

"No!" He moaned. "Not like this." He searched Ethan’s face for signs of life. He bent over him and suddenly felt the familiar curl of male fingers round his cock.

"Miss me?" Ethan asked weakly.

Rupert’s mind flooded with relief. Willow was forgotten; he forgot where he was and who he was. His friend had been hurt and he wanted to show him how much he cared. He held Ethan’s face in his hand’s and dipped down to place soft kisses along the seam of his lips, his tongue darting out to tease at his mouth.

Ethan captured Rupert’s tongue and sucked him into his mouth. Mine! It had been so long since Ripper had shown him affection. He was going to make the most of it and Damn the little witch!

This kiss like the first they had ever shared was tentative, slowly getting bolder and more demanding. Rupert withdrew first, putting some distance between them. Ethan reared up chasing after those elusive lips.

"My, aren’t you the impatient one?" Rupert murmured smiling. Ethan was ready. He glanced down at his erection straining at the leash the head bobbing level with his navel. Rupert ran his finger tips down its length and Ethan hissed his pleasure at Rupert’s touch however slight.

Rupert was mesmerised, his reason had packed its bags and left. There was no reason for him and Ethan, only lust.

"Ripper, do something! Don’t just stare!" Ethan complained. He liked it when Ethan complained. He was all hot and bothered just because of big old me, Rupert thought.

"Fuck you?" He queried softly. Ethan misinterpreted and anger flashed in his eyes. He struggled to get up. Rupert’s hand on his chest kept him in place. "Or suck you?" He continued grinning. Ethan’s anger evaporated.

"Suck" He murmured with a sigh of pleasure. "Sixty-nine please? I’ve really missed that, please Ripper?"

Rupert grinned he was just about to suggest it. Their minds were still attuned even after all these years. He curled round on his side to view Ethan’s erection. He was dimly aware of Willow watching them placidly his eyes flew to her Just as Ethan swallowed him whole. He gasped and closed his eyes to concentrate on the erotic sensations Ethan’s tongue was invoking he wasn’t wasting time. He swung a leg over Ethan’s shoulder to hold him in place as Ethan began to make a meal of him. He opened his eyes Willow had gone. Ethan’s nips down his length reminded him of his purpose. Ethan’s cock was majestic in erection; a broad column of flesh topped by a smooth silky purple crown with a single pearl of grey. Rupert licked his lips and swooped.

Ethan’s hips jerked as Rupert finally decided to join him in the feast. Ripper’s mouth slipping over his cock licking and slurping around its sensitive head sent him mad with all the old sensations. Did he love him or did he just lust after him? He could easily love Rupert, especially when he used his tongue for things other than talking, like right now! Rupert was swirling his tongue round Ethan’s glans vibrating almost as fast as a humming bird’s wing-beat. It was exquisite! Ethan sucked fiercely his own tongue performing all the tricks he knew Ripper adored. The groans mounted as the two of them writhed on the floor.

Willow was looking at them from the balcony. Rupert was a strange brew of a man! Intellectual, rebel, lover and anarchist which one was in the tangle of limbs downstairs with Ethan? She didn’t quite understand what had just happened. Only that it was imperative she should not be pregnant at this precise moment. The crisis was over almost before it began and now Ethan was being thanked as only Ethan could be thanked.

She felt no jealousy, perhaps that was because Rupert was pleasuring a man. One that he had pleasured before. Rupert was a man so confident in his own sexuality that he could afford infrequent foray’s of a bisexual nature. Twice the fun that way! The action downstairs had taken on a new intensity. Would she be able to tell when they climaxed? She didn’t want to disturb their intimacy.

With his heart hammering in his chest Rupert knew he was extremely close to cumming. He moved his hands, one hand drifting down to squeeze Ethan’s balls, the other with his fingers extended, invaded his dark depths. He was rewarded by a massive spasm in Ethan’s cock that exploded down his throat in a salty tide that he had difficulty in swallowing, some backing up to dribble out of his nose. Ethan kept up the spasmodic thrusts of his hips impaling himself further on Rupert’s probing finger’s.

Rupert was gasping for air. He surfaced like a drowning man his face glistening with sweat and Ethan’s cum. He fell back and Ethan followed him his legs lying over Rupert’s out-flung arm. He was panting and groaning trying to delay the moment as long as possible. His finger nails stroked down Ethan’s back scratching pale trails that reddened then faded. Each time he scratched Ethan would increase his suction. Ethan’s back was ragged by the time Ripper’s orgasm claimed him. He reared up with a shout. "Oh! Gods! Ethan!" He slumped over Ethan’s body, sinking his teeth into the flesh by his hip. He noted through the pleasurable post-orgasmic haze that Ethan was having just as much trouble as he had keeping up with the explosive flow.

"Not done that in age’s hmmm?" Ethan asked when finally he had his breath back.

"No, you’re a hard act to follow." Rupert said quietly, kissing Ethan’s temple. Ethan gazed at his friend in this brief afternoon he had Ripper back. The Ripper before Eyghon had spoiled things. If only they hadn’t raised the demon perhaps they would still be together. No. He realised that could never be. Rupert’s duty kept on getting in the way. He would have to make do with snatched moments like this one.

"Hey, you’re all slimy. Let me lick you clean." Ethan held his head still while his tongue swiped all vestiges of their sex from Rupert’s face. "I think we need a shower." Ethan smiled.

"Come on up! I’ve run a bath for you!" Both men looked up to the balcony where Willow stood smiling down at them.

"Just coming!" They shouted in unison.

End of Part.2

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