Ideas in this fic were inspired by a variety of people, but ultimately I'm going to have to blame
aphedas for mentioning the idea of Ethan/Ripper/Andrew. Not only that but then the comment "And even you couldn't do that threesome" was made.If you know anything about me, you know I never shy away from an Andrew rareslash challenge. And so, a little over an hour later I have written this.
You should also know that I don't write smut. (Ethan was all for it, but Giles just laughed at the idea.)
The boy's hands moved eagerly over Ethan's body. Who would have thought that he'd be so easy to corrupt? The boy was a fool to have trusted in those Sunnydale children who would have never truly accepted him (a fact that Ethan gleefully exploited), but he was a talented fool and that was all Ethan cared about for now.
"What in bloody hell is going on here?" Giles stormed into the seedy hotel bedroom, absolutely flabbergasted.
Ethan smirked. It was about time that Ripper got here. Although his time with the boy had proved quite enjoyable he wasn't about to forget his true goal. "Rather careless with your charges, aren't you Ripper? At least this one isn't dead."
Just as Ethan had hoped, he responded with a rush of violence. Ripper always came out to play while Ethan was around. He pulled the mage up from the bed and pinned him against the wall.
Andrew stared as the two men stayed locked in that position for an eternity. Finally he spoke with a slight whine that had probably been intended to come out as pleading. "It's okay. I wanted. I …I kind of started the whole thing."
Ripper didn't even bother looking over at the boy. "You did a right number on this one."
His disgust only produced an opposite reaction in Ethan. "I could have had any of them you know."
Giles' sad smile indicated his reluctant agreement. Nonetheless his arms retained their grip on Ethan's shoulders.
"Aren't you going to ask why?" Ethan teased.
Andrew was still partially sitting upright in bed, half-covered by the scratchy white sheets. He merely watched in perfect detachment, showing no sign of realising that he was the catalyst for this.
After leaving a cursory pause for a reply, Ethan continued, dropping his voice to an intimate whisper. "Because I knew you wanted him." With a twinkle in his eyes he continued in his normal tones, "Plus the boy's simple amazing in bed."
Giles dropped Ethan with a sudden gulp. The mage stared up at him and watched the measured rise and fall of his chest.
Andrew had been unconsciously creeping forward, entranced by the show. It seemed as if there was nothing outside the three of them. The entire world was trapped inside that small cheap hotel room.
Then the spell was broken.
Giles looked around, and he was fully Giles again; the recklessness and danger not gone but just hidden underneath layers of tweed. He sighed in a condescending manner. "We were over a long time ago Ethan. I had really hoped you would have been able to move on by now." He turned to Andrew. "Get some clothes on. My car is parked outside." His voice was kindly but dispassionate, much like the stereotypical librarian he often presented himself as.
As Giles headed outside, Andrew looked at Ethan confused and hoping for guidance.
"Go, go." Ethan waved his hand dismissively. This part of the game had been played out long enough.
Andrew scampered to obey, and Ethan was left alone once more. It didn't bother him. This stage might be done, but overall…
"We'll never be over, Ripper. You know that as well as I do." Ethan ran his hand over the impress in the bed left by the boy's body. He would anticipate further developments with interest.
I'm sorry for this. I really am.