Fic: Three Mages and a Lady - an ABH - Part 1 (Rupert, Wes, Ethan, and you - FRAO)

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And here is our last offering for the day. It's a join effort from the both of us. Enjoy. :)

Three Mages and a Lady – An ABH Story.

Written for SOG

Authors: Fairygothmum and Laurtew

Posting Date: June 20th, 2008

Word Count: 3680

Rating: FRAO

Pairing: Rupert/Wesley/Ethan/You

A/N from Fairygothmum: This story came about as a result of a picture Laura found during one of our IM chats. Her, not so innocent, comment of “Wouldn’t it be fun to be between those three?” sparked both of us off and resulted in us trading line for line of what we saw these three doing to us. As if this wasn’t enough, we wrote the basis of our story whilst Laura was helping one of her children with math homework and my five year old son had two of his friends over on a play date – now that’s what I call multi-tasking!! 

This beautiful piece of fanart comes from Wickedfox from her site at www.wickedfox.com. (The actual URL for this picture is: http://www.wickedfox.com/jabw/manips/3wisemages.jpg) She graciously allowed us to use it for this post. (Thank you!)

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It has been a great day for you in Sunnydale and it’s turned into an even nicer evening. Rupert is home with you, there’s no research to be done and Wesley is staying over for a few days, having returned from LA to seek Rupert’s advice on a number of matters he is currently involved with. The three of you ate a hearty dinner and you are now curled up against Rupert’s side on the couch in his apartment, Wesley seated on the recliner. You are all sipping on the remains of the red wine you had opened earlier. You realise as you snuggle closer to Rupert that this is probably the best evening you’ve had together in a while; no Slayer, no witches, no vampires or demons, no immediate research and no interruptions.

A knock on the door disturbs your quiet scene.

“I knew it was too good to last,” you mutter.

Taking his arm from around you, Rupert stands up and crosses his apartment. He pulls a stake from the coat rack and waits while Wesley retrieves a crossbow from the weapons chest and takes up a position behind the door. You stay out of the way knowing that is what Rupert prefers you to do.  The lock clicks back and Rupert pulls the door towards him. You can’t contain the audible gasp you involuntarily let out when you see who is standing on the other side.

“Hello Ripper.”
Two words and a voice guaranteed to induce nervousness in you, anger in Rupert and arousal in both of you.

“Ethan.” Rupert’s solid frame moves to block the door and you shift to the edge of the couch, almost anticipating that Rupert’s next move will be to throttle Ethan.

Wesley moves into Ethan’s field of vision but remains silent. Ethan notices the crossbow and the stake Rupert still holds firmly within his grasp. “Oh, Ripper, is that any way to greet an old friend?”

As Rupert moves to grab Ethan by the throat, Ethan holds his hands up in supplication, “I mean no harm Ripper. I have information you and your friends might find useful.”

You grin to yourself. Having had past experience with Ethan’s visits, you can read these two so well. You step quietly behind Rupert and place your hand on his arm, gently loosening his grip on Ethan. “Would it hurt to listen to him for five minutes, if what he says can help us, Rupert?” You ask, your eyes meeting Ethan’s over Rupert’s shoulder.

Ethan smiles at you, “Hello, love. I hoped you’d be here. It’s always a pleasure to see you whilst I’m in town.”

Rupert growls, bringing Ethan’s attention back to him. Ethan’s face goes serious. “Listen to the little lady, Rupert. You know she’s your voice of reason.”

Rupert pulls Ethan inside and slams the door hard, backing Ethan against it. “Any trouble from you and I’ll...”

“Yes, I know,” Ethan grins. “You’ll beat me bloody and send me on my way.” Ethan turns his attention back to you. “Oh, how I miss the old days when Ripper would just shag me senseless.”

You can’t help smiling, you know Ethan is always trouble but there’s something about the idea of him with Rupert that never fails to send your senses reeling.

You take the stake and the crossbow, returning them to their rightful places. Wes continues to eye Ethan with suspicion; he’s heard tales of Ethan from both you and Rupert and you see that your friend trusts the Chaos Mage about as much as Rupert does.

Ethan holds out his hand to Wesley, “Ethan Rayne, I’m an old friend of Ripper’s.”

Wesley shakes hands cautiously, “Wesley Wyndham-Price.”

“Council?”

“Ex-Council,” Wesley quietly replies.

You watch as Ethan opens his mouth to speak, but one glare from Rupert and he closes it again with an audible snap.  You wonder if you’ll have to intervene again. It’s far too early in the proceedings to have Rupert punch him and send him on his way. Perhaps Ethan might have some useful information. If Rupert pummels him now, you’ll never find out. 

Turning away from Rupert, Ethan looks at you. You wonder what is going through his head with the speculative expression currently on his face.  You begin to feel slightly uneasy, perhaps it would be better if Rupert punched him and sent him on his way this time.

As the three men take seats around the room you wander through to the kitchen and retrieve a fresh bottle of wine, this one an excellent vintage courtesy of Wesley. Opening the wine and snagging an extra glass for Ethan you return to the living area and settle yourself on the couch between the two ex-watchers.

Ethan shifts forward on the recliner to accept his glass of wine his lips moving silently. You arch an eyebrow and look at him oddly.

“I’m sorry?” You say. “I missed that.”

“Oh, nothing,” Ethan replies with a smile. “Just thinking to myself.”

You frown, but dismiss the feeling of unease as he settles back in his seat and takes a sip of his drink.

 “You said you had information?” Rupert leans back against the couch and you snuggle yourself against him once again.

“Where are your manners Ripper? You’re supposed to ask after my health and what I’ve been doing since we last saw each other first.” Ethan pauses, “Although, you never were one for small talk where you? You were always far too eager to get to the main part of the action.”

“I’m warning you Ethan.” Rupert looks at him over the top of his glass as you and Wesley exchanged glances.

You decide to defuse the situation by asking what exactly Ethan has been doing since the last time he was in Sunnydale.

“Oh, this and that.”

Ethan’s vague response does nothing to put Rupert at ease. You can see the tension in his shoulders as you take another sip of the wine. It’s good wine and you find yourself relaxing a little more. You sigh as you take in Rupert’s profile, your eyes follow his jaw line up to his ear. Images of you licking a path to his ear and telling him how good he tastes surface in front of your eyes and you squirm a little.

You drag your attention back to the conversation and turn to look at Wesley as he speaks. You have no idea what he’s saying and you are finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than how good he looks right now.

You shake your head and notice Ethan eyeing you as he takes a sip of his drink and runs his tongue over his lips to catch the last traces of the burgundy liquid. You wonder what that tongue would feel like if he placed lingering kisses on your skin.

Your sharp intake of breath has all three of them looking at you. What is wrong with you that you are thinking along those lines? You’re Rupert’s girl, you love him and yet you find yourself imagining all sorts of naughty thoughts starring Rupert, Ethan, Wesley and yourself.

Rupert’s eyes seem bigger than usual as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. You can see a hint of worry in his eyes, but you don’t give him the chance to voice that concern. You lean forward and close the distance between you, kissing him hard. He pulls you close, his tongue immediately begging for entrance to your mouth, which you grant with a soft moan.

You vaguely wonder if Ethan had anything to do with your sudden lack of decorum in front of your guests. However, all rational thought leaves your head as you feel Wesley wrap his arms around your waist and settle in close behind you. Ethan moves to join the three of you on the couch.

Rupert breaks the kiss to nibble along your throat and up to your ear.  You pull back and smile at him before reaching out to snag your glass of wine from the table. Taking a sip, you lean forward and kiss Rupert again, intent on sharing the taste of the wine on you tongue with him. You feel Wesley pressing closer to you from behind, his breath heavy on the back of your neck. A hand smoothes down from your shoulder to your wrist causing you to open your eyes, Ethan smiles at you.

Breaking your kiss with Rupert you turn and run your hand down Wesley’s cheek. Before you have a chance to draw breath, he leans in and kisses you gently. His kiss is nothing like Rupert’s; tentative and unsure, whereas Rupert’s is full of passion and desire.
 
A hand grabs yours and you are pulled to your feet, Rupert grins wolfishly and walks towards the stairs. You know from past experience what that grin means and you have absolutely no objections. However, Rupert seems to have different plans tonight. Quickly removing your shirt and bra, he leans back against the wall and turns you around so that your back is against his front. His hands caress your breasts as he places gentle kisses across the top of your shoulder. One of your hands entangles itself in his hair, your other hand gripping Rupert’s thigh to steady yourself.  You push back against him, feeling how hard he is.  Rupert growls and thrusts against you, your answering moan has him telling you how good you feel.

“Beautiful.” Ethan’s voice whispers next to you. You open your eyes to see him standing very close to you, a smug grin on his face and his gaze directed at Rupert. At this point you aren’t sure if he is talking about you or Rupert and strangely, you don’t mind.

To Be Continued...