TITLE: SpellBound
AUTHOR: Beth
EMAIL:
meawan@msn.com
RATING: 18 (please turn back now if you are not of legal age, or you object to slash or other alternate pairing.)
PAIRING: Giles/Willow/Ethan
SUMMARY: Willow is in trouble, Giles and Ethan come to her rescue and cause more trouble.
NOTES: As usual this is overwrought and soapy, but what the hey. The ending moves like a freight train :)
DEDICATION: To Monique and Andrea for their support and encouragement. To Eileen for her excellent beta and for teaching me a thing or two about grammar (All Hail)
And finally to my sisters GylzGirl and Kazza without their love and support you wouldn't be reading this.
Part 1
"More sushi?" Ethan offered Willow a seaweed-wrapped piece of tuna.
She shook her head no, "Where did Giles go?"
As Ethan popped the sushi into his mouth, Willow watched, fascinated by the way he ate so delicately and yet with such gusto. She felt he would never be sated.
"I don't know, the loo perhaps?"
Willow opened her mouth to comment when Ethan put a buttery chunk of lobster in it, pausing to coat her lips with the leftover liquid, "Why wait for him when you have me?" He asked.
Ethan, leaning in to kiss the butter off her lips, thought she was too preoccupied with Giles anyway. It would do her good to enjoy other company, particularly his.
It actually had been Giles who suggested this little get-together mostly to get Willow used to his past, at least that was what he'd intimated. But there was another intention to Giles' invitation. He showed it in the many anxious looks that were exchanged between him and Ethan. Outwardly he stated, if they were to continue to work with Ethan in the present, Willow had to get used to Giles' past, and he wanted her to get used to the idea that Ethan was, and would continue to be a part of his life.
It was to be a calm, quiet dinner with two friends. Ethan had promised to behave, for which Giles was grateful. He always suspected that his warlock friend was attracted to Willow. It made him feel uneasy and he didn't know why. Jealousy never occurred to him.
Because he hadn't wanted to leave them alone, Giles had waited until the last second to go to the restroom. Coming back, he saw Ethan dip a piece of lobster and feed it to Willow. Something bumped and jumped in his psyche, suddenly he wanted to pound Ethan into the ground.
As Ethan leaned in to lick the butter off her lips, he found himself jerked back and looked up into the angry face of Giles, "I thought you said you
would behave?"
"This is behaving," Ethan smiled. Giles was at his best when agitated.
"It's okay Giles, I like lobster," Willow smiled shyly, "He's behaving." Then as she bowed her head she whispered, "I almost got kissed," her whole body was tingling with anticipation.
Giles watched her face color from pale to red and decided this dinner had been a bad idea after all. She liked Ethan a bit too much, "Don't let him fool you Willow. His best behavior is usually his worst."
"Ripper! Don't jade her so soon, she's still young and beautiful," Ethan looked surprisingly contrite, "Don't be so cynical. Who wouldn't want to kiss such a beautiful young woman?" Giles frowned and Willow colored up again. Ethan always knew what to say to make the girls swoon.
"So what happens after dinner?" Ethan toyed with his fork, trying to sound innocent.
"You take us home," Giles replied, simply. He felt he was acting in an elaborate play. For Willow's sake he had to play along. There was much more to this night.
"No sex?" Ethan asked, casually.
Willow almost spewed her soda across the table. Ethan had read her mind. All night, she'd been thinking of it, or more specifically what would it be like to have Ethan and Giles in bed. Her feelings of arousal were gushing out of her, and she had no control over them. Willow had no control over how she felt. It was more or less how she'd been feeling since Oz left. It was like having a bag full of emotions with a hole in the bottom letting them leak out.
Giles did a double take while Ethan laughed out loud, "Oh, the look on your faces."
Willow coughed the rest of the soda out of her lungs, wishing she had the guts to say, 'Why yes, I'd like to have sex with the both of you. How about on the table?'
"Are you all right?" Giles awkwardly patted her on her back.
"I'm okay." Every time his hand touched her she felt zings of pleasure. She wished it were more than just a friendly gesture. These strange feelings were so unlike her.
"Of course, she's okay, we're all okay," Ethan was annoyed. They were paying more attention to each other than they were to him. Every time Willow looked in his direction, he wanted to ravish her, excruciatingly aware that he was being assaulted by her emotions. Ethan hoped this little get-together would play out to his satisfaction.
"Dessert?" Ethan asked, looking at Willow meaningfully. She stared as if he had caught her in his headlights. All evening she felt that something was going to happen. She had that excited, jiggly feeling that made her want to squeal.
Looking at Giles and Ethan in their suits and the way their ties hugged their throats and their pants caressed the curves of their bottoms, made her anxious and aroused. They wore their clothes while on other men the clothes wore them. On Giles and Ethan, it was as natural as being undressed. When Willow thought about them undressed, she gulped.
This was a strange evening anyway. Willow was more than surprised when Giles suddenly asked her to go to dinner with him, saying that she was not to tell Buffy. He was being very secretive and distant. Since Oz left, she'd been feeling like there was a gaping hole in her that no one could fill. Her mood switched from despair, to excitement, to feeling so wretched she wanted to die. There seemed to be no way to stop, or control it. However, here and now it didn't seem to matter. All she could think about was sex, and the two men who sat on either side of her.
Ethan watched her process her thoughts and was sure she was thinking the same thoughts he was thinking, namely how to get them all
undressed. Giles idly playing with his water glass, was also thinking of the implications of Willow, Ethan, and himself together. Shocked at his own thoughts, Giles downed the water in one gulp to squash the feelings of arousal. This night was supposed to help Willow, not to start a romance with a young girl, however much he'd thought about it over the years.
"It would seem we're all thinking the same thing," Ethan sought Willow's hand bringing it up to his lips and kissing it he watched her face color, "Your hand makes an delicious aperitif."
"Ethan," Giles began.
"Ripper, I'm serious. She's delicious."
Willow had her head bowed, but Giles could see she was smiling. Throwing his inhibitions away, he took a chance and grabbed her other hand, placing a kiss on the palm. Willow shivered slightly.
"You're right," he whispered.
Willow enjoyed the sensations the men were causing in her. What a spectacle they were causing. Both men were slowly kissing her hands, lazily turning them over and over. She glanced up at Giles just as he was looking at her.
The look of desire was in his eyes. Gasping, she pulled her hands back and folded her arms across her chest. Giles' look promised something she had no right to ask for, after all he belonged to Buffy - one way or another.
Ethan didn't want to let go. He was enjoying her passion. The more she
resisted; the more he wanted her. Giles, however, was horrified that he had let his emotions ruin his better judgement. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Willow put her hand to his cheek. "No, not here. It's okay. I have to
explain," she whispered.
Ethan got up and grabbed the check, "Don't you two leave without me, I can't wait for the explanation."
"I apologize Willow. I... I..." What could he say? Touching her was more exciting to him than anything he could think of.
"Giles, do you like me?"
"Very much," he wondered where this was going.
"I like you, too. I liked it when you kissed my hand."
"You did?" Anything else he wanted to add went out of his head when he saw her smile.
"You're blushing Mr. Giles," she said, touching his cheek.
"Willow..." he admonished," we shouldn't be doing this." He grabbed her hand and kissed again. "But it seems I can't help myself."
Inside Giles thought, I shouldn't be doing this. This is a by-product of Willow's desire.
She debated saying it, thinking that she didn't want to destroy the fragile beginning she had with him, but she said it anyway, "I like you... And I like Ethan, too."
"Are you sure, Love?" Giles was suddenly jealous, "He's not reliable."
"I am very reliable." Ethan said putting his hand on her shoulder. He'd been listening discreetly to their conversation and chose his moment to interfere, "Especially when sex is involved," Ethan helped Willow up as Giles offered her his arm.
"That's not what I mean," she babbled. Giles was rather shocked. He
expected Willow to be rather conservative, or perhaps shy was the better word.
It wasn't a spell cast by Ethan that made Willow feel this way. She knew he did that often and was prepared to deal with it. However, it was as if she could see behind the walls Ethan had erected to keep the world out and she saw the man inside and liked what she saw. Perhaps it was part of her jumbled feelings that made her see things she normally didn't see.
"Do you mind?" she asked, searching Giles' face for any hint of disappointment or disgust. She was relived to find his eyes were twinkling, a wry smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
"Well, you don't belong to me," Giles said, irritated that Ethan was enjoying his discomfort.
Willow frowned, she didn't expect him to say that. She was expecting an argument, but what she got was an acceptance of the situation. Before she could say anything else, Ethan spoke up, "You two, let's not get all serious," he handed Willow her coat. "Talk later, fun now."
Giles shot him a warning glance, "Don't try anything Ethan. She's just a girl."
"And you and I are dirty old men," Ethan laughed.
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Part 2
Willow hung back as they all walked to the parking lot, consciously trying not to listen to the two men. It was obvious something was going to happen between the three of them; she just didn't know what. Where Ethan was eager, Giles was reticent.
It was cold outside, so close to the ocean as they were. The waves made the air fuzzy with moisture and left salt on her lips and face. Earlier in the evening they'd met in Sunnydale, and Ethan guided them smoothly towards the coast, driving a Lexus with all the trimmings.
Seeing them ahead of her, Willow pulled her coat tightly around her and wondered what they were talking about. Giggling to herself she realized she just poked a stick into the wheels of Giles' bicycle, and he was about to fly over the handlebars.
Ethan was aware that Willow was giving them a moment alone. Secretly, he wished that she felt about him the way she felt about Giles. However, he was satisfied that she found him attractive. If Ethan had his way there was going to be more to this night than just spell casting.
Giles walked evenly beside him, "Do you think we're going to have sex with her?" he asked.
"My dear Ripper, I've never taken a woman who wasn't willing."
Giles stopped, "Deirdre?"
"She was very willing, sweet Ripper. However, she liked it rough," Ethan looked back at Willow, "I doubt if she would prefer it that way."
"Over my dead body."
Ethan laughed, "If you insist. However it would be much nicer if you were alive, and willing. Wasn't it you who said she wasn't yours?"
"Did I say that?" he asked. Ethan nodded enthusiastically. Giles just wanted to point out that Willow was free to make decisions on her own. She was after all an adult. However, during dinner with Ethan, Giles had been thinking of Willow as "his". She belonged to no one but herself. Why did that thought make him unhappy?
"Come on, Ripper. We can just talk, if you like. She adores you, and I am quite fond of you both."
There was a subtext to this little chat, "Besides we're here for a reason," Giles and Ethan exchanged looks as if to tell each other that if Willow were listening she wouldn't know the true reason for dinner, "Later," Ethan whispered.
Willow came up to them then and hooked her arms into theirs, "Decided yet?"
Ethan moved closer to her, "Decided what Love?"
"On dessert?"
He smiled over her head at Giles who was slightly frowning, "We were just discussing that possibility."
"Yes, perhaps we should call it a night," Giles tugged her closer to his side. With Ethan displaying his willingness, Giles was suddenly unsure he wanted to go through with what was planned.
"Giles why poop-the-party?" Willow said, poking him in the side.
"Yes Ripper," Ethan led them to his car, "I cordially invite you to my hotel room."
Giles held up his hands, "All right, I surrender."
Ethan smiled triumphantly, "Willow, you may sit in the front."
"No, she sits in the back."
Feeling quite empowered by the attentions of both of them, Willow said pertly, "Worried about my wandering hands?"
"Ripper is worried about my hands. And I can't say I blame him," Ethan waggled his eyebrows at Willow.
"Ethan!" Giles cried, mockingly.
"I'll just have to fondle you on the way instead, old man," Ethan continued teasingly, while Giles laughed.
It was fun seeing them go back and forth like that. Ethan would tease, Giles would laugh. It was like watching a very good tennis game where the ball never hits the ground.
Despite his worry over Ethan and Willow, Giles was having a good time. As Willow climbed into the back seat, Giles settled in the front, Giles started to realize that a lot of Ethan's teasing was directed to curtail his anxiety. However, the underlying reason for the dinner still remained in his mind. The reason was Willow and her raging emotions.
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Part 3
The ride to Ethan's hotel was uncomplicated. Willow listened intently to the banter between the two men. Ethan and Giles were careful never to leave her out of the conversation. Once or twice Ethan would start to make a sexy remark but Giles would always stop him so they basically behaved themselves.
Once inside Ethan's hotel room, Willow was amazed at how large it was. Racing around it, she discovered at least two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room that led out to a terrace facing the ocean.
Giles, looking around, raised an eyebrow in Ethan's direction, "Well, I came into a bit of work. This, and the car are fringe benefits," he said, not exactly boasting but definitely feeling proud.
"Is the work -- legal?" Giles unbuttoned his jacket.
"Yes, very... this time."
"And?"
"Bloody hell, Ripper. You aren't my mother."
"You need one." Giles still had a questioning look on his face.
Ethan relented, "All right, if you must know. Question, why do you think Microsoft was indicted by the U.S. Government this week?"
For a moment, Giles was stunned, then he let out a great whoop of laughter, "Y... you did that?" he cried, between bursts of laughter.
"Just a tiny truth spell, and some re-directed questions," he said
sheepishly. Soon the two of them were laughing and pounding on one another.
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Willow had retreated into the confines of the bathroom. It was huge, with a marble Jacuzzi dominating one half of the area. On the other side, there was a cascading waterfall type shower with jets coming out in all directions.
'That could be interesting,' Willow said to herself.
The vanity had an assortment of candles, lotions, and oils. Mostly Aveda products, so the room smelt heavenly. Nonetheless, the room was most defiantly male. Ethan's shaving things and deodorant were by the sink.
Willow inspected them quite closely, getting those whiffley butterfly feelings in her stomach.
She'd been playfully flirting with Ethan like this night was a dream. Now confronted with his shaving cream and toothpaste, she realized he was a man, a real person. For some reason, this aspect filled her with delight.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw an emotion she thought Oz had taken with him when he left, her passion.
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Part 4
Ethan and Giles were still laughing when she came back in the room, "Hey, that bathtub is big enough to float a raft."
Ethan put a glass into her hand, "Is it big enough for three?" His voice was low, full of sexual promise.
"What's this?" Willow looked at the contents of the glass. It was nearly filled to the top with a dark red wine. Her face felt hot and flushed. Was it getting hot in here? Or was it the attentions of Giles and Ethan?
"An '85 Pinot Noir. A very good year," Ethan replied, looking at her mouth and wondering if she tasted as good as she looked. A sudden rush of heat and blood flowed to his loins. 'Hmm, interesting,' he thought. The passion he felt came from Willow and rushed over him like a river, causing his body to respond.
"It's not charmed?"
"Willow, I assure you, Ripper saw me uncap and pour it," Ethan glanced at Giles to back him up.
Giles pointedly looked away, "It's fine Willow. In fact, it's delicious."
Willow took a cautious sip and found the wine to be sweet and smooth.
Glancing up at Ethan's face she smiled, "It's good."
Giles sighed expressively, "Let's not get Willow drunk, shall we?"
"I can drink," she retorted, "I drink all the time. In fact, I get drunk a lot."
Ethan took the glass out of her hand, "Is that something to brag about?"
"Hey!" Willow grabbed at the glass as Ethan held it just out of her reach, "Okay, I drink sometimes."
Ethan took a sip of his own glass, looking at her over the rim, "All right...
I hardly drink at all, except at Seder," Willow blushed.
How he had her wrapped around her fingers. If she only knew it was the other way around. Ethan wanted to tease her, play with her, kiss her and do other things that were quite nice and tasty. Giles watched her lips curve over the rim of the glass and wanted very much to have those lips on his mouth.
Willow was thinking the same thing. She wanted both of them, now. But, she wasn't sure if they really wanted her, or were just playing with her. All of this spun around in her mind making what was real, very unclear.
Wanting to rip off her clothes and beg them to make love to her was what she wanted, and Willow could imagine herself doing just that. There was so much sex in the air she could touch it. What was happening to her?
"We don't have to stand, we can sit in the living room you know," Ethan playfully led her to the couch.
"Now what, get me drunk, and we have sex?" she asked, putting words to what they all were thinking.
Giles choked on his wine, while Ethan laughed, "Rupert thinks it's a bad idea. We're here just to talk."
"Nothing's going to happen, right, Ethan?" Giles stated, quietly reminding Ethan that there was more to this evening then they were letting on to Willow.
"I make no promises," Ethan said, feeling somewhat giddy from all the desire coming off of Willow in waves.
The wine was making her feel loose and comfy. It didn't have to be charmed to have the effect Ethan wanted. Soon they were all feeling more or less loose and comfy. Ethan and Giles polished off the rest of the first bottle, and Willow had a good start on the next.
"So, why do you call him Ripper?" Willow asked
They looked at each other and bowed their heads smiling, "It's an in-joke I'm afraid." Ethan spoke up, "Not for the general public. When you know me better, then you may ask."
Willow had that pouty look of a child denied a toy. If there was a good story she wanted to know. Everything was an in-joke to them. All night there'd been glances and unsaid questions and answers. She suddenly felt left out.
Giles quickly changed the subject, "Why do you like Xander?"
"He's squidgy," Willow leaned back, "Just like you and Ethan here," she put her hand on Ethan's upper thigh. "Wow, is that muscle or are you happy to see me?" Willow was suddenly all giggles as she leaned all the way over into Ethan's lap.
"Okay, time to go home, Willow's getting tipsy," Giles gently moved Willow to a sitting position. Ethan's glare was evident. He wanted this to go quite a bit further than Giles was prepared for.
"I'm okay. I'm just a little pished," she burped
"Pished? Love you're tanked," Ethan stood up. "If you must take her home Ripper, you must. I'll get her coat."
As he brushed past Giles, Ethan drew his hand across his crotch, giving Giles' member a quick squeeze, "No playing without me."
Giles, already aroused by Willow, whispered, "Do you want me to come back?"
"Perhaps." Ethan smiled. "Just like old times?"
Willow burst between them, "No talky without Willow listening. You guys are going to have sex without me," she pouted, then walked towards one of the bedrooms.
"Okay then, I'll have sex all by myself."
Giles turned to say something, and she was gone, or rather she'd fallen down on the carpet unconscious, "Well isn't this nice. I have guests for the night," said Ethan.
"Oh god," Giles groaned, "Well, help me get her into bed. Your spare bed," he added, gently cradling Willow in his arms.
"I thought you'd never ask," Ethan opened the door to one of the bedrooms, "My, my, she can't hold her wine, can she?"
Giles carried her inside, with Ethan in tow, "Ripper, careful."
"Bloody hell, I'm not going to drop her," Giles laid her down after throwing the bedclothes aside, "You take off her shoes."
"Yes sir!" Ethan gave Giles a mock salute, before removing her shoes.
"This is serious," he looked at Willow's sleeping form, "How much did you give her?"
"Only enough to make her sleep until we need her awake," Ethan replied, deftly removing her nylons.
"You'd better not be doing anything else," Giles was unzipping the back of her dress, and then undid her bra with one movement.
"Ohh, Ripper, practice makes perfect," Ethan was only teasing him to make the situation less serious.
Giles rolled his eyes, "Why do we need to take off all her clothes?"
"This spell can't be completed without it old man," Ethan said, straightening up. He'd removed her underwear, secretly bringing it up to his nose. It was silky and full of the scent of her, Ethan let the perfume take him over for a second before tossing them aside, lest Rupert notice what he was doing.
Willow lay there nude, with the moonlight shining on her body revealing her creamy flesh. Her hair was splayed out under her head. She looked like a statue, "God Ripper, she's gorgeous," Ethan reached out and touched her leg, feeling the soft skin.
"She is..." Giles whispered. His blood was running everywhere but his head. Her chest rose and fell and he was hypnotized by her young body.
"It's a good thing we got her asleep when we did. I felt her desire all night. One moment longer, and we'd all been fucking like rabbits," Ethan turned away from her, "How long has she been like this?"
"I don't know. A-a long time."
"You don't know?" Ethan's voice rose a bit, "You don't know how long her magic has been leaking out of her? How could you not know?"
Giles started walking out of the room, "Hush, Ethan, not in here."
"She's not going to wake up. I'm surprised at you, Ripper. But then, I shouldn't be. At least, when I'm a cad, I do it outright."
Suddenly, Ethan was pushed up against the hallway entrance. "Going to fight me? Beating me up won't rid you of your guilty feelings. We've been down that road, remember?" Ethan's voice was calm and even.
"Willow's my problem," Giles let Ethan go. Willow was more his problem than Buffy could ever be. He was afraid to admit that he had more than a fatherly interest in Willow. Giles ignored her because he couldn't be sure if he was being selfish or cowardly about the whole situation.
"Suit yourself. But you haven't answered my question," Ethan walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a glass of water, "How long, Ripper? How long has she been this way?"
"Since Oz left," Giles finally admitted, sinking into the couch.
"Do you think she's willing it?"
"She couldn't," Giles was shocked. "She wouldn't," he said it more to
convince himself.
"Have you ever seen a witch that lost her magic?" Ethan stared at Giles through his water glass.
"I can't say I have," this line of questioning was becoming uncomfortable. He wanted her well, but there was Buffy to consider. Giles was hesitant to get into Willow's problems because he knew that if he did, he'd be likely to completely ignore Buffy. His inclination to care for Willow was fighting his feelings of responsibility and duty towards Buffy, and he was having a hard time balancing the two.
All night Willow had been throwing her passion and desire at them. It was at once erotic and pathetic. Giles shook his head to rid himself of the thought that Willow could die because of that, and he ignored it.
"It's hideous. They waste away into nothing," Ethan broke into Giles'
reverie. "Most of them kill themselves before the end. It's a kinder,
gentler death."
Giles put his face in his hands. This was not what he wanted to have happen to Willow. She'd been wasting away all this time, and no one noticed. He was too busy being the substitute father to Buffy. Always thinking that Willow could take care of herself, Giles heaped research and spells on her to the point that she'd crumbled under the
weight of his apathy.
"Well, let's get started," Ethan unbuttoned his cuffs. He'd been planning the spell for weeks now and wanted to begin.
"You're going to help me?" Giles asked
"Was there any doubt?"
Giles shook his head, "I wasn't sure."
Ethan slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, "I like Willow, and hope to enjoy her company in the future. For her sake, I will do this. For you, call this a repayment."
Ethan liked Willow, liked her a lot more than he was willing to reveal to Giles. He wasn't sure what the ex-Watcher felt about Willow. Of course, Ethan knew there were feelings for the girl lingering in Giles' heart; however, how deep and how much was in question.
Ethan would have gladly taken Willow on as a responsibility. Ever since he saw her with Ripper that fateful Halloween, he was shocked to find himself thinking of her at every opportunity. With Ripper around, it was difficult to steal moments with her.
"I'm grateful Ethan," it was hard for Giles to admit it.
"Be grateful for Willow," Ethan turned towards Giles, "Now if you don't get undressed, we won't have time for the spell."
"Why do I think this is going your way?" Giles said observing Ethan's
muscular chest.
"Because everything goes my way."
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Part 5
Giles folded his trousers neatly and laid them down in Ethan's bedroom. Padding over to the room where Willow lay asleep, he wondered if Ethan had anything else planned. All night they had been assaulted by Willow's out of control passions, so much that he was in a perpetual state of arousal. Giles wanted her but wasn't going to admit that it was anything other than Willow's current state of emotional turmoil.
Hearing Ethan moving around in the bedroom, Giles quickly joined him to prevent Ethan from doing anything "ungentlemanly".
Once inside the room, he helped Ethan light the candles that were arranged all over the room, carefully avoiding getting hot wax on his naked body.
"Tell me again why we all have to be undressed?" He asked.
"It's part of the spell, although seeing you like this again makes me wonder if I didn't let a good thing go," Ethan replied, caressing the curves on Giles' back.
"Ethan," It was a warning, "Don't play any games."
"Who's playing, Sweet Ripper. To have you in my bed again would be heaven," Ethan put his hand dramatically over his brow. Giles, despite the seriousness, laughed
After the candles were lit, Ethan drew a pentagram on the end of the bed with masking tape and put a small pile of orange peels in the middle. He then instructed Giles to kneel on one side of the bed while he knelt on the other.
They painted Willow's body with symbols using a black ink infused with herbs and minerals making a spell-tea.
Using his finger, Ethan dipped it into the pot of ink and drew a line around her breasts, ending up coating the now erect nipples. It caused a quake of excitement in him when Willow cooed softly in her sleep. Oh, what he wouldn't give for her to be awake and aroused. Lingering on the soft curves of her body, Ethan slowly drew another line around her forehead and nose.
Giles also painted a line down her body, this time ending at the red hair covering her sex. She smelled of vanilla and oranges, and the hair there was downy, and thinly veiled her skin. He resisted diving into her soft lips and was thinking the same as Ethan, "Oh, if she were only awake.'
"Ready?" Giles asked
Ethan grabbed Giles' hands over Willow's body, "Ready when you are, old boy."
They both started chanting, their strong voices blending at first, then separating when Giles spoke in a higher octave in a descant to Ethan's low voice. One was repeating a basic spell chant, the other a protective one plus a spell chant on top of that. Their voices blended again, the sound soaring up to the ceiling. They were layering one spell over another. Giles held the last note of the chant as Ethan spoke the last of the words. As soon as the last notes left their lips, the candles flickered and went out one by one until the last left them in smoky darkness.
"The goddess has been summoned," Ethan intoned.
"So mote it be," Giles finished.
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The warm water splashed over the three of them as Giles and Ethan held Willow up in the shower washing her off. She was still deeply asleep due to the wine as the two men soaped her up and washed her off. The ink ran down their bodies in rivulets, pooling in the drain.
"This is new one for me, Ripper. I've never showered with you and another women before."
"Why must everything you say be erotic?"
Ethan smiled, and raised his eyebrows, "Because you like it, and I like to see you squirm."
"This is the last time," Giles said, grimly. There wasn't going to be
another opportunity with Ethan like this again.
"Well, the other part of the spell still needs to be done. Are you willing?"
Giles lifted Willow from Ethan's arms to set her down on the bathroom floor, "What other part?"
"The sex, of course," he replied casually. "We have to 'plug the hole' as they say," Ethan was smiling, because the look on Giles' face was ludicrous.
"I am not going to have sex with Willow while she's sleeping," Giles
exclaimed. He could hardly believe what Ethan was asking him to do. He would have to have sex with Willow? It was one of Giles' fondest desires also one of his greatest fears. This was ridiculous. Giles was sure it was another one of Ethan's tricks.
They toweled her and themselves off, then laid her down on the bed covering her with the blankets, "We've bound ourselves to her. We have to, or we run the risk of losing our magic as well."
"And when were you going to tell me?"
Ethan chuckled, stroking Giles' erect penis, "Did I really have to tell you?"
Giles grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him up against the dresser, "You bloody bastard. One bloody spell, and you get to fuck someone over, as usual."
With a sudden roar of anger, Ethan punched him right in the face, knocking him to the floor. Giles automatically held up his hands to defend himself as Ethan hit him again. Backing away, Ethan wiped his hand over his mouth, "Shit. You think I would hurt Willow?"
Giles tenderly dabbed at the blood trickling down his chin, "Wouldn't you?"
Ethan made a movement as if to hit Giles again, but snorted and left the room. Throwing himself down on the couch in the living room, he looked out at the moonlight covering the terrace. True, he never wanted to fuck anyone more that he wanted to fuck Willow, well besides Ripper of course, 'But, for Ripper to say it made it sound, well, dirty,' Ethan thought, petulantly.
Giles, sitting up against the bed was surprised; Ethan never defended anyone, why would he defend Willow? This was madness, there wasn't going to be any sex with Willow, not if he could help it. But... but... what if Ethan was telling the truth?
Looking at her sleeping peacefully, he mumbled to himself, "It's a good thing you're not awake to see two old men fight over you."
"I won't fight you, Ripper. Not anymore," Ethan called from the living room. "Now that we're bound I can feel everything you're feeling."
Giles came in and sat down at the other end of the couch. It was dark, but
the moonlight made streaky patterns on the floor and on Ethan's body. How well he remembered the dips and curves of him, "Truce?"
"Fine."
Giles touched his face feeling for bruises, "Can't say I remember you
hitting me so hard. What's going on?"
Ethan tossed the spell book at him, "Read it for yourself," he said sullenly.
"Why would I bind myself to your little witch, with the possibility of losing my powers, just to have a casual fuck."
"You have a prior record," Giles replied, then added, "And you pout so lovely in the moonlight."
Ethan snorted again, "Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Even into your bed?"
Ethan sat up, "I'll consider it... It's on page 23, just below where it says, sweet orange water."
Giles read the passage closely, 'To mend the leak, the bound must comply with the most intimate of acts to break the bonds. This must be done within 48 hours of the spell or else the bound may suffer the same fate as the Wasting One. Thus spoken, so mote it be.'
Ethan folded his arms over his chest, "The most intimate of acts... I
assumed you'd read the whole spell."
Ethan got up and walked over to the wet bar and dropped some ice into a napkin and handed it to Giles. Despite his age, he still had a firm flat stomach leading down to a thick penis. Giles blushed a bit when Ethan saw him looking and smiled, "I think the same of you, Ripper. Can't say this bond to you is uncomfortable, it could lead to great sex."
"We were talking about Willow?" The ice was cold on his face, "How do we get her to... to..."
Ethan took Giles' hand and led him back into the bedroom, putting it on Willow's forehead, "Listen, she's thinking of us even now."
Inside her mind, Willow alternately thought of Oz, Giles and Ethan. When she thought of the older men, her mood was that of pure passion, excitement, and an intense longing. When she thought of Oz, her thoughts tumbled down a mountain of regrets and sadness. It brought Giles to his knees, this pain of hers. It cascaded over him, locking him into her thoughts of despair, and death. She felt she wasn't wanted anymore.
"My poor sweet Willow," Giles whispered, "I never realized you felt this way, I... I... couldn't see."
Ethan smiled tenderly at Willow before laying his hand against Giles' face, "You see now. Let's make her life a happy one yes? Let me do this for her."
"Are you becoming a romantic Ethan?"
"Me? Never. I just like a good drama."
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