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It was almost two in the morning when Giles let himself into Joyce’s house, leaving his shoes at the bottom of the stairs to move as silently as possible up to Joyce’s room.
Joyce was asleep, with Ethan spooned close up against her back, his arm draped possessively around her waist. Giles had to pause and appreciate how content they looked in each other’s company.
Ethan was the first to notice his presence. He lifted his head to meet Giles’ eyes. “Who carried the day?” he asked softly.
“We did.” Giles began slowly undressing, not feeling the need to rush in the comfortable ease that pervaded the room. “One of the girls had to go to hospital for an impaled hand, but other than that no injuries.”
Joyce was awake now as well, looking at him with large, concerned eyes. “Buffy?”
He slipped into the bed next to her. “Is fine. Mortified beyond words, but otherwise unharmed.” He kissed her tenderly, and she responded instantly, relief making her mouth soft and pliant. He pulled away gently, saw Ethan kissing softly along her shoulder, and lifted his head to catch Ethan’s mouth with as much care as he had kissed Joyce. When it ended, Ethan looked at him with an odd, curious expression. But he couldn’t explain. He didn’t want to fight tonight, didn’t want to struggle for dominance, for control. He just wanted peace.
He turned his attention back to Joyce, returning to her mouth for long, tender caresses as his hands moved gently over her body. Ethan followed his lead, their hands occasionally sliding over one another unhindered as they worshipped her curves, until she was trembling, softly gasping at the attention. Ethan rolled onto his back, supported by the headboard and pillows into a half sitting position, and drew Joyce up onto him so her back rested on his chest, their heads almost even. Giles spread her legs, hooking them over Ethan’s so that she was fully open to him as Ethan continued caressing her breasts and torso, murmuring softly in her ear. She gasped softly as Giles ran one long finger down through her labia, separating them to allow the moisture pooled there to flow freely, glistening in the ambient streetlight. He rose up over them, centering himself to slowly, slowly push into her. She mewled, short, soft, eager sounds that matched the pace of his thrusts. Ethan supported her, held her close as Giles slowly began riding her. “Does he feel good, my dear?” Ethan spoke low and mellifluously, his voice reaching Giles as well. “Do you like the way he fills you up, stretches you out?”
Her eyes were huge as she met Giles’, her hips moving in eager counterpoint to his. “Oh, yes,” she groaned, as much to Giles as to Ethan. She draped one arm over Giles’ shoulder, twisting the other back around Ethan’s neck to draw his head down for a kiss. Her soft moans of satisfaction echoed in Ethan’s throat, the sound of the two of them arousing Giles even more. She used her hold on Ethan’s neck to help lever her movements against Giles, and he felt a wave of sympathy and arousal at the thought of how the soft curve of her ass must be rubbing against Ethan’s cock. He hitched himself up further, pushed deeper into her to catch Ethan’s mouth with his own, devouring it with passion, with promise, with a deep groan of pleasure.
Ethan’s hand cast over Giles’ shoulder to caress over the skin of his back, his legs squeezing against the outside of Giles’ thighs, and suddenly Giles felt as though he were making love to both of them at once, that they had ceased to be individuals but had, the three of them, become one entity, joined in delight. Joyce’s soft quim around his cock, Ethan’s hard mouth on his, solid and giving flesh everywhere he touched. He groaned and increased his efforts as he felt Ethan’s hand move to the point where Giles and Joyce joined, heard Joyce cry out as Ethan began fingering her in time to Giles’ strokes. Giles moved back and forth between their mouths, kissing them both as though they were two heads of the same lover. His lovers.
“Joyce!” he moaned as his release reared up inside him. “Ethan!” he growled as she began seizing around him. He clutched them both close as he spent deep inside her, head nestled in her shoulder and against Ethan’s cheek.
As he came down, Giles reveled in the caresses of three hands over his back and shoulders. The fourth, Ethan’s, was gently stroking Joyce’s hair. Giles bent down and drifted his lips softly over her slack mouth, drawing a rapturous sigh from her. Her eyes, dark and sultry, fluttered open to meet his, and she smiled contentedly. “He needs...” she started to whisper.
“I know,” Giles interrupted. “Let me.”
She nodded, and when he pulled out of her, slack and wet, she rolled aside to let him lower his full body onto Ethan, capturing his mouth and reveling in the man’s erection. Ethan made no pretense of control, groaning eagerly into Giles’ mouth. Joyce was back a moment later, and she reached between them to stroke along Ethan’s blood-swollen cock, giving it several long pulls before deftly rolling the condom down over him. Giles rolled them over until Ethan had the superior position, lifting one leg to prop against Ethan’s shoulder.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed, doubting, but Joyce’s hands stroking gel along his length prevented him from saying anything. She slid her hand down between Giles’ buttocks to gently, erotically prepare him for Ethan’s entrance. Preparing her lovers for each other. It was intimate, erotic, decadent, and Giles felt his cock respond, spent though it was.
With encouragement from Joyce, Ethan shifted his hips in, levering Giles up with his own leg to ease his penetration. His long shaft slipped easily through the tight ring of muscles and they both groaned in satisfaction at the connection. Joyce hummed her own pleasure at the sight of them and bent her head to kiss Giles. He groaned into her mouth as Ethan moved deeper, faster, and then again when she released him to capture Ethan’s mouth. Then she lay down to spoon against their rocking bodies, her head resting on Giles’ shoulder.
Ethan for his part never took his eyes from Giles’ face, studying, questioning as they moved together, face to face in a way they never had before. Giles clenched his muscles and had the satisfaction of hearing Ethan groan. “God, you feel almost as good as her,” he rumbled. But Giles had no chance to parse that grammatical riddle before Joyce’s hand wrapped around his now erect cock and began stroking wantonly.
He lost all focus as the two of them worked their will on him. Ethan’s strokes were coming more erratically now, sweat beading on his lower lip. And Joyce was fisting his own cock hard and fast, in a way calculated to drive him quickly over the edge. “Come for us, Rupert,” she whispered in his ear.
And he did, jets of pearly come shooting out of her fist and up over his belly and chest as every muscle in his body tightened. Ethan roared and with one last slam of his pelvis came as well, a deep shuddering release that left him weak. As they both finished, he pulled out gingerly and collapsed on the bed beside Giles, the two of them gasping for breath.
Joyce took up a hand towel and gently cleaned Giles’ torso and down between his legs, then shifted to Ethan, disposing of the condom and wiping him off gently. Then without a word she nestled between them and fell back to sleep.
They lay there for a while, both men holding her, softly touching her, before Ethan finally sat up. “What was that all about, Ripper?” he asked quietly.
Giles thought about the old woman’s words that night before answering simply, “Purification.”
Ethan raised a doubting eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“Heaven forbid.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose, gathering up his clothes.
“Oh, do come back to bed, Ethan. You need some sleep.”
Ethan pulled his trousers on. “I’m not the morning after fellow, Rupert. You know that.” He shrugged into his shirt. “I’ll leave that in your more than capable hands.”
“She’s not going to let you get away with this much longer.”
Ethan reached out to gently stroke her hair. “No, I’m certain she won’t.” And Giles thought he heard a hint of regret in his voice.
He shrugged it off a moment later and finished dressing. “Tell her...tell her I’ll stop by sometime. Can’t say when.”
“Can’t, or won’t?”
Ethan grinned wickedly. “We are still playing for opposite sides, Rupert, even if we have found common ground. Can’t make it easier on you, can I?” And he disappeared down the hall, a soft “Be seeing you” drifting back to Giles’ ears.
With a sigh, Giles settled more comfortably into the bed, pulling the comforter over them as he gathered her close, a mirror image of the position he had found her and Ethan in earlier.
And tried to ignore the twinge of emptiness caused by Ethan’s departure.