Andrew Challenge Fic
Damn, I'm stupid. I thought that July 1st meant the fics were due at the end of that day, not the beginning. I just looked and they're all out. So with my apologies for a belated entry. maryavatar I hope you like it... Andrew/Ethan, NC-17. Here it is:
Title: Personal Demons
Author: Aphedas
Pairing: Andrew/Ethan
Rating: NC-17
For: Maryavatar (Moonloon)
Set: During BtVS fourth season episode “A New Man”
Andrew sat in the middle of the park where they had dumped him. He had been unmoving for a considerable stretch of time. He hadn’t noticed the waning light or the dampness of the grass. The taunting voices remained, despite their owners’ departure. The boys had been significantly bigger than he was, most were. Hulking football players who found Andrew’s quiet slenderness anathema.
He was tired of the way they teased him. His arms ached where he’d been seized. It should be different. Like in the Incredible Hulk comics. They wouldn’t have wanted to get him mad then. Or maybe he should wear a trench coat. His sword could be carried under it and they’d run from him. Maybe one would stay, because he’d be an evil Immortal. They would fight and Andrew would win. “There can be only one.” He’d have taken the Dark Quickening. Lightning surrounding him and the power coursing through his body. Cool.
Except he was sitting here in the twilight, his possessions scattered around him. He’d thought it would get better after the school got blown up, but it was worse. They’d just been bussed to a bigger school, further away with bigger bullies. More jokes about the “little girl”. And he no longer even had Tucker’s dubious and intermittent protection. This time they’d grabbed him and pushed him around, commenting on everything they thought would hurt most. They’d always called him a faggot. Now they went further. They had decided all fags wore women’s underwear and had caught him and decided to test the hypothesis on Andrew.
He grimaced at the memory of his pants around his ankles while they all laughed at his Star Wars underoos. He forced himself to choke back tears of self-pity. They’d pay for this. One day when something would happen and he discovered his true destiny he’d come back here and... But he didn’t know what he’d do. Andrew got up and gathered his books together. He picked up the last book and was about to throw it in his bag when he noticed the title. It was one of Tucker’s. ‘Summoning Demons’.
The book was in a strange language, however it was illustrated. Using the pictures as clues Andrew browsed the book. Some of it was truly terrifying. He intended scaring his tormenters, not killing them. At least he didn’t think he wanted them dead. One two-page spread had what looked like blank verse opposite an engraving of a relatively mild appearing demon. Andrew began to sound out the words. He stumbled to a halt when a figure appeared in the shadows. Had it already worked?
Andrew’s mouth gaped open. He had to keep control of the situation. Nevertheless he spoke with a touch of a stammer and a definite whine.
“Demon I command you. Come forth.” The figure approached him. Andrew yelped and tried to scuttle away. He halted when he saw that it was just a man, not very intimidating. He wore a trench coat and was quite old, at least 40. The man spoke.
“Well I came forth. I’m not so sure about the being commanded aspect.” Andrew looked hopefully at him.
“Oh, are you a demon after all?”
“No, you’d have to have finished the incantation. It might also have helped if you pronounced the words correctly. Might have been amusing if it had worked, although you would have regretted it.”
“Why? It didn’t look dangerous. Quite a nice demon” The man laughed.
“Oh, I should have let you summon it. It’s a very nice demon. Right up until its poisoned mandibles come out and it tears you apart from the inside.”
“Is that why you stopped me? To save me?” The man looked surprised such a thought could occur to Andrew.
“No.” Andrew felt disappointed, but he supposed he wasn’t worth saving.
“Oh.” Then something occurred to him.
“But even though I’m not the good guy, you could have rescued me from myself anyway. It’d be cool. Like Spiderman when he saves the life of The Foreigner even though he’s all evil and stuff, in issue 210. Or like Superman when...” Andrew tailed off. He was being given that look again. The exasperated one people too often had when he spoke. They both paused, neither spoke for a while.
Andrew broke the silence.
“But did you want something Mr...?”
“Rayne, but call me Ethan. And everyone always wants something. It’s just a question of knowing what it is. What do you want? Money? Power? Renown?” Andrew didn’t know what to say in answer to that. He changed the subject.
“My name’s Andrew. Do you know a bit about demons?” Ethan reacted indignantly.
“A bit, boy?! I know everything about demons. I’m more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”
“Cool. Can you teach me?” Ethan didn’t answer immediately and Andrew was sure he’d say no. He shouldn’t have asked. Then a thoughtful look crossed Ethan’s face and he spoke.
“Very well, my boy. Come to my hotel room.” He strode off. Andrew had to run to keep up with him.
They reached the hotel and entered Ethan’s room. Ethan ordered Andrew to sit cross-legged on the floor. Andrew did as he was told and looked up at Ethan. This was going to be totally brilliant. Ethan stood above Andrew. He was self-confident and he looked kind of hot now Andrew saw him properly, he must have been beautiful when he was young, he had that sort of face. Andrew realized what he’d just thought and blushed red. To explain the blush he babbled.
“Did you see that girl when we were walking? She had very pretty breasts. They perked and at me and I thought she was really cool. Didn’t you?”
Ethan looked at Andrew in apparent bewilderment. Then he visibly shook that off and continued his lesson.
“Where you went wrong, Andrew, was that you lack the correct attitude for magic. Magic isn’t about reading the right spell. It’s about power. Banish the weakness, and believe in what you are doing. If you want revenge, let it bubble through you and dominate you. Have faith in your anger and resentment and conduct the spell through your rage. Calmness, and mild emotions are mediocrity, banal. You’ll get nowhere until you let the magic and the darkness rule you. Oh and it also helps if you learn a few languages so that you actually understand what you’re saying.” He paused. Andrew was staring at him in wonder. He may not have heard everything Ethan had said, but the words had rushed over him in a pleasant haze, Ethan’s voice an enthrallment.
“Wow.” Ethan appeared to recollect himself. He looked outside.
“Damn, it’s after sunset. I’m late. Got to see a demon about a prince. Or possibly vice versa. Back soon.” He left without another word.
Ethan hadn’t said that Andrew should wait for him, but he had implied it. Andrew was happy, he had someone who liked his company and wanted him there. This was brilliant, he was a sorcerer’s apprentice! After examining the room more closely he did wonder why a powerful wizard would be staying in such a shabby hotel room, but decided Ethan must be in disguise to carry out his mission undercover, whatever that was.
The excitement began to wear off as time passed and Ethan didn’t return. Andrew checked, all Ethan’s belongings were still there. He must be planning to return. Andrew sat on the bed and imagined all the wonderful things he could do when he became as powerful as Ethan was. He curled up more comfortably. Slowly the images became more sporadic and less real. Andrew was asleep.
It was still dark when Andrew woke up. He could hear singing. A slurred, and not terribly musical, voice belted out.
“Always look on the bright side of life. Life’s a piece of shit, when you look at it.” There was a fumbling sound at the door.
“Bugger, that key’s the wrong shape. Life’s a laugh. Ah, got the bastard.” An extremely drunken Ethan Rayne stumbled into the room. He stared bemusedly at Andrew, who smiled nervously at him. Then a look of recognition crossed Ethan’s face.
“What you still here?” Andrew felt belittled. He got up, wondering if he should go. Ethan collapsed on the bed, still singing.
“And death’s a joke it’s true. What the bloody hell comes next?” Andrew brightened. He knew this one.
“You’ll see it’s all a show, keep ‘em laughing as you go. Just remember that the last laugh is on you.” He paused for breath.
“Yeah, tha’s the one.” Ethan finished on a howl.
“Always look on the Bright side of life.” Andrew giggled.
“I like Monty Python. You missed the beginning of the song though. Do you want me to tell you what it is?” He looked hopefully at Ethan, who gave him a baleful stare.
“Never heard of Monty Python.”
“They wrote the song you just sang.”
“No they didn’t.” Ethan’s voice had the absolute certainty of the very drunk. He continued.
“I don’t watch television. Worshipping Chaos doesn’t leave much time. A hard taskmaster.” He sounded slightly despondent. Then he cheered up.
“Nothing worth watching anyway.”
Andrew was shocked. Ethan couldn’t really think that.
“There’s lots of stuff. Star Trek, that’s brilliant. Haven’t you ever watched any of them?”
“Nope.”
“Highlander? Total Recall 2070? Quantum Leap? Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman?” Ethan shook his head to each of them. Andrew couldn’t believe this. All the great shows Ethan had missed. He’d have to ask if Ethan wanted to borrow any of his DVDs. He thought of another one. He must have heard of this at least.
“The X-Files?” Ethan was beginning to look annoyed.
“Nothing, really nothing,” he stated impatiently.
Andrew wasn’t going to give up.
“Nothing, not Babylon 5? Lost in Space? Blake’s 7? That’s British.” A slightly more interested, if not entirely nice, look appeared on Ethan’s face.
“I might have watched that. I appreciated Avon’s outlook.” Ethan changed his voice and spoke in a very credible imitation of Paul Darrow.
“You may have nothing to lose. I value my life.” Andrew grinned.
“Cool, you’re being Avon.” Ethan continued.
“Well, now.” Andrew interrupted him.
“Avon didn’t say well now very often. That’s a fandom misconception.” Andrew was enjoying this, Ethan seemed to be really getting into it.
Ethan began to look somewhat menacing. He stood up and took a step towards Andrew. His voice remained Avonesque.
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion.” Andrew opened his mouth. Ethan continued immediately.
“No don’t speak. I think I prefer you silent.” He moved towards Andrew and put his hand to the boy’s throat, pushing him against the wall. He was so close Andrew could smell the alcohol on his breath. Ethan spoke.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you.” Andrew squirmed. His voice came out as a whine. It always did when he wanted to sound firm and authoritative.
“Stop it. You’re hurting me. It’s not fun anymore, you’ve gone on too long.”
“Irritating isn’t it?”
Ethan gave an insane smile and imitated Avon’s silent half laugh. The effect was of the fourth season Avon, at his worst. Andrew recognizing it, gaped at him. Then in a slow, quiet deadly tone Ethan went on.
“Don’t worry Andrew. You know you are safe with me.” The dangerous tone and the allusion should have terrified Andrew. Instead he felt himself grow hard. Ethan, pressed against him, could not possibly miss this. Andrew tried to sidle away, but the hand on his throat tightened and he halted. Ethan gave him a measuring look.
“Interesting reaction. Does attempted strangulation usually induce such results in you?” Andrew shuddered slightly. He knew what would come next. Unfortunately his body didn’t. It was still very turned on.
“I’m s sorry.”
Ethan showed no signs of hitting Andrew. Instead his voice deepened.
“Don’t be. I never discourage such a flattering response.” Andrew cried out softly, involuntarily. The hand on his throat dropped and Ethan slid it up underneath Andrew’s shirt and began squeezing his left nipple. The other hand guided Andrew towards Ethan. Andrew spoke jumpily.
“What d’you want me to do. Anything. I want to do make it good for you.” Ethan’s mouth curved upwards slightly.
“I am touched by your concern. As he spoke Ethan placed his hand on Andrew’s groin. To Andrew’s extreme embarrassment, just from that, he came straight away.
“I’m sorry.”
Ethan still looked amused.
“Things don’t always go according to plan. It’s unimportant. I’m sure we can do better, next time.”
“Next time?”
“Oh yes, next time. Act two.” Ethan put his arms back against Andrew. His voice had begun to lose the imitation of Avon, it sounded rougher, more aroused. Andrew could feel Ethan was erect under his pants. Andrew swallowed nervously. He suspected this was going a bit further than he was prepared for.
“I’m not sure. Are you Avon or Ethan now?”
“Oh, definitely Ethan. Does it make a difference?”
“No, but I don’t think I want to do this.”
“No Andrew, you want this. I know you do. Surrender everything. Let it happen.” Andrew was terrified, Ethan was overwhelming him. He didn’t want this anymore. Ethan moved firmly, pushing Andrew towards the bed. Andrew was aware of the strength in Ethan’s arms, hard against his body, forcing him down. He sunk into the bed, Ethan’s weight upon him. Andrew felt afraid, confused with the remaining lust from earlier. Ethan maintained his hold on Andrew, but spoke in a gentle voice.
“You really are very beautiful. My lovely blond boy.” Andrew relaxed for a second, mesmerized. Ethan continued.
“I want you. You know that, don’t you Andrew?”
“Yes.” Andrew felt relief with the surrender. As he stopped struggling Ethan seized his hands and tied them together to the head of the bed.
“Why’d you do that,” Andrew said indignantly.
“It heightens the sensations.” Ethan caressed Andrew’s body tenderly, who began to respond to the stimulation. By the time Ethan had tugged off his pants, he was hard again.
Ethan put his mouth to Andrew’s cock, who bucked against the bed in shock, it felt wonderful. The cord around his wrists pulled, but the pain only excited him now. When Ethan pulled away he murmured a complaint. Ethan smiled and slapped his thigh, not very gently.
“Patience, it’s time for the next stage.”
Andrew watched Ethan undress. Considering he was pretty old, he still had a very attractive body, more muscular than it appeared clothed. Andrew’s attention fixated on Ethan’s cock standing out from his body. Naked, Ethan came back to Andrew, kneeling beside him on the bed.
“Put this on me.” Andrew thought about what would happen next with a thrill of trepidation and excitement. He hesitatingly reached out and massaged the stuff onto Ethan’s cock. The act relaxed him slightly and an idea occurred to him.
“Do you think Avon ever did this with any of the guys, Blake or Vila, or Tarrant? Tarrant was kind of hot, and apart from Anna...” Ethan put his finger to Andrew’s lips.
“Let’s do this without the talk.” He didn’t give Andrew a chance to reply, but took a handful of the lubricant himself, placed the hand to Andrew’s arse and rubbed it inside and around his hole.
Andrew gasped. It was cold. He’d speculated about what this would be like, but the little realities like that hadn’t occurred to him. Ethan swung himself and Andrew into position, the boy’s legs over Ethan’s shoulders, and placed his cock at Andrew’s arse. Then he pressed in. Despite the lubricant it hurt so much. Andrew cried out. Ethan paused for one second to say.
“Shh, just relax. Breathe deeply. It’ll help.” Ethan continued to push. Andrew gasped and wanted to stop, but when Ethan didn’t, all he could do was try the breathing. It did help. He still felt assaulted, but as Ethan pushed further in, the agony was partially replaced by jolts of pleasure and he was fully hard. Ethan pushed in and out and masturbated Andrew in time with his thrusts. All thoughts by now had been chased from Andrew’s head. He came with a shout and then felt Ethan do so also. Almost immediately after Andrew fell asleep, still tied up and sticky.
He roused to daylight and Ethan shaking him.
“Andrew wake up.” Andrew rolled over and mumbled sleepily.
“G’way Tucker.”
“It’s time for you to go kid.” Andrew awoke properly. He’d been untied at some point during the night, presumably by Ethan.
“Can’t I stay with you?”
“No, get dressed, there’s a good boy.” Andrew didn’t move, but lay there mutely.
“Come on. You don’t want to be around when the shit hits the fan. And believe me it will.” Ethan seemed quite serious. There was only a suggestion of irony to his remarks. Andrew grew serious also. The touch of petulance was unintentional.
“I don’t care. I want to stay with you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to. Mate. You’d only be a liability now. I have to think of my own skin.” Ethan chucked Andrew his clothes.
“Go on then.” Andrew dressed and left.
The door slammed in his face. It was a mockingly beautiful day. After staring at the door there seemed no point in staying. Andrew drifted off, hoping he didn’t run into anyone he knew. He was pretty dirty and he probably smelled. He walked quite a distance. There was nowhere he wanted to go, so he ambled randomly. Home seemed very far away. Intending to brood on the heartlessness of Ethan, Andrew found himself distracted by how hungry he was. It must have been ages since he last ate and sex made you really ravenous. Wow, he’d had sex. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. That was so cool. Except he couldn’t tell anyone, which sucked. And he still kind of hurt. But he wasn’t a virgin. That totally rocked.
Ultimately though, it was an excitement too close to desperation and diminished quickly. By the time he’d found a crumpled five-dollar bill at the bottom of his bag and had bought a hot dog and coke a lassitudinous dread had grown over him. The certainty developed that leaving the hotel too easily had been the wrong thing to do. Andrew threw the remains of his meal in the trash and began the long journey back.
It was quite dark when he reached the hotel. Andrew contemplated going to the door, but Ethan didn’t want him there and the uncertainty returned. He crept round the back and peered in through a window. The blinds were almost closed, but he could distinguish Ethan packing. The bed was still unmade. Then there was a crash and an enormous horned demon burst into the room. Ethan called it Giles, but was obviously scared. Andrew wanted to help, only he couldn’t make himself move.
A girl from his old school rushed in, followed by a slightly older guy. Andrew knew the girl, she was called Buffy. There’d been lots of rumours about her at school. Watching her attack the demon Andrew decided they must have been true. At least the ones about her fighting the things no one talked about much. The other ones he didn’t know about. The other guy was beating up Ethan. Wow, he was strong. Poor Ethan.
Buffy stabbed the demon and then apologized to it. Weird. Even weirder was when they forced Ethan to do a reversal spell and the demon turned into their old librarian, Mr Giles. Andrew had been kind of scared of him. If Andrew were a hero that would have been the perfect moment to storm in there, extract Ethan and get him to safety. But he just watched until the soldier guys took Ethan away. They all left.
Only Buffy and her boyfriend, she called him Riley, remained. Andrew looked at them unseeingly. He still didn’t want to leave. He hadn’t gone home now for nearly two nights. If he could have thought of somewhere to go that wasn’t home, he would have gone there. He couldn’t. With nowhere else, he didn’t have much choice. Perhaps they’d be angry with him. His Mom would shout how worried she’d been and punish him. Only she probably hadn’t been aware of his absence. He’d get home and nobody would notice he was there, or realize he’d been gone. But he was used to that. He’d go home. He knew that now. While he’d made that decision Buffy and Riley had gone. Andrew was left staring at an empty room.
It comes in at nearly 3500 words, so I obviously got a bit carried away... Andrew/Ethan looked like a terrifying pairing, although I totally deserved it, but my Ethan muse doesn't know when to shut up.
Title: Personal Demons
Author: Aphedas
Pairing: Andrew/Ethan
Rating: NC-17
For: Maryavatar (Moonloon)
Set: During BtVS fourth season episode “A New Man”
Andrew sat in the middle of the park where they had dumped him. He had been unmoving for a considerable stretch of time. He hadn’t noticed the waning light or the dampness of the grass. The taunting voices remained, despite their owners’ departure. The boys had been significantly bigger than he was, most were. Hulking football players who found Andrew’s quiet slenderness anathema.
He was tired of the way they teased him. His arms ached where he’d been seized. It should be different. Like in the Incredible Hulk comics. They wouldn’t have wanted to get him mad then. Or maybe he should wear a trench coat. His sword could be carried under it and they’d run from him. Maybe one would stay, because he’d be an evil Immortal. They would fight and Andrew would win. “There can be only one.” He’d have taken the Dark Quickening. Lightning surrounding him and the power coursing through his body. Cool.
Except he was sitting here in the twilight, his possessions scattered around him. He’d thought it would get better after the school got blown up, but it was worse. They’d just been bussed to a bigger school, further away with bigger bullies. More jokes about the “little girl”. And he no longer even had Tucker’s dubious and intermittent protection. This time they’d grabbed him and pushed him around, commenting on everything they thought would hurt most. They’d always called him a faggot. Now they went further. They had decided all fags wore women’s underwear and had caught him and decided to test the hypothesis on Andrew.
He grimaced at the memory of his pants around his ankles while they all laughed at his Star Wars underoos. He forced himself to choke back tears of self-pity. They’d pay for this. One day when something would happen and he discovered his true destiny he’d come back here and... But he didn’t know what he’d do. Andrew got up and gathered his books together. He picked up the last book and was about to throw it in his bag when he noticed the title. It was one of Tucker’s. ‘Summoning Demons’.
The book was in a strange language, however it was illustrated. Using the pictures as clues Andrew browsed the book. Some of it was truly terrifying. He intended scaring his tormenters, not killing them. At least he didn’t think he wanted them dead. One two-page spread had what looked like blank verse opposite an engraving of a relatively mild appearing demon. Andrew began to sound out the words. He stumbled to a halt when a figure appeared in the shadows. Had it already worked?
Andrew’s mouth gaped open. He had to keep control of the situation. Nevertheless he spoke with a touch of a stammer and a definite whine.
“Demon I command you. Come forth.” The figure approached him. Andrew yelped and tried to scuttle away. He halted when he saw that it was just a man, not very intimidating. He wore a trench coat and was quite old, at least 40. The man spoke.
“Well I came forth. I’m not so sure about the being commanded aspect.” Andrew looked hopefully at him.
“Oh, are you a demon after all?”
“No, you’d have to have finished the incantation. It might also have helped if you pronounced the words correctly. Might have been amusing if it had worked, although you would have regretted it.”
“Why? It didn’t look dangerous. Quite a nice demon” The man laughed.
“Oh, I should have let you summon it. It’s a very nice demon. Right up until its poisoned mandibles come out and it tears you apart from the inside.”
“Is that why you stopped me? To save me?” The man looked surprised such a thought could occur to Andrew.
“No.” Andrew felt disappointed, but he supposed he wasn’t worth saving.
“Oh.” Then something occurred to him.
“But even though I’m not the good guy, you could have rescued me from myself anyway. It’d be cool. Like Spiderman when he saves the life of The Foreigner even though he’s all evil and stuff, in issue 210. Or like Superman when...” Andrew tailed off. He was being given that look again. The exasperated one people too often had when he spoke. They both paused, neither spoke for a while.
Andrew broke the silence.
“But did you want something Mr...?”
“Rayne, but call me Ethan. And everyone always wants something. It’s just a question of knowing what it is. What do you want? Money? Power? Renown?” Andrew didn’t know what to say in answer to that. He changed the subject.
“My name’s Andrew. Do you know a bit about demons?” Ethan reacted indignantly.
“A bit, boy?! I know everything about demons. I’m more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”
“Cool. Can you teach me?” Ethan didn’t answer immediately and Andrew was sure he’d say no. He shouldn’t have asked. Then a thoughtful look crossed Ethan’s face and he spoke.
“Very well, my boy. Come to my hotel room.” He strode off. Andrew had to run to keep up with him.
They reached the hotel and entered Ethan’s room. Ethan ordered Andrew to sit cross-legged on the floor. Andrew did as he was told and looked up at Ethan. This was going to be totally brilliant. Ethan stood above Andrew. He was self-confident and he looked kind of hot now Andrew saw him properly, he must have been beautiful when he was young, he had that sort of face. Andrew realized what he’d just thought and blushed red. To explain the blush he babbled.
“Did you see that girl when we were walking? She had very pretty breasts. They perked and at me and I thought she was really cool. Didn’t you?”
Ethan looked at Andrew in apparent bewilderment. Then he visibly shook that off and continued his lesson.
“Where you went wrong, Andrew, was that you lack the correct attitude for magic. Magic isn’t about reading the right spell. It’s about power. Banish the weakness, and believe in what you are doing. If you want revenge, let it bubble through you and dominate you. Have faith in your anger and resentment and conduct the spell through your rage. Calmness, and mild emotions are mediocrity, banal. You’ll get nowhere until you let the magic and the darkness rule you. Oh and it also helps if you learn a few languages so that you actually understand what you’re saying.” He paused. Andrew was staring at him in wonder. He may not have heard everything Ethan had said, but the words had rushed over him in a pleasant haze, Ethan’s voice an enthrallment.
“Wow.” Ethan appeared to recollect himself. He looked outside.
“Damn, it’s after sunset. I’m late. Got to see a demon about a prince. Or possibly vice versa. Back soon.” He left without another word.
Ethan hadn’t said that Andrew should wait for him, but he had implied it. Andrew was happy, he had someone who liked his company and wanted him there. This was brilliant, he was a sorcerer’s apprentice! After examining the room more closely he did wonder why a powerful wizard would be staying in such a shabby hotel room, but decided Ethan must be in disguise to carry out his mission undercover, whatever that was.
The excitement began to wear off as time passed and Ethan didn’t return. Andrew checked, all Ethan’s belongings were still there. He must be planning to return. Andrew sat on the bed and imagined all the wonderful things he could do when he became as powerful as Ethan was. He curled up more comfortably. Slowly the images became more sporadic and less real. Andrew was asleep.
It was still dark when Andrew woke up. He could hear singing. A slurred, and not terribly musical, voice belted out.
“Always look on the bright side of life. Life’s a piece of shit, when you look at it.” There was a fumbling sound at the door.
“Bugger, that key’s the wrong shape. Life’s a laugh. Ah, got the bastard.” An extremely drunken Ethan Rayne stumbled into the room. He stared bemusedly at Andrew, who smiled nervously at him. Then a look of recognition crossed Ethan’s face.
“What you still here?” Andrew felt belittled. He got up, wondering if he should go. Ethan collapsed on the bed, still singing.
“And death’s a joke it’s true. What the bloody hell comes next?” Andrew brightened. He knew this one.
“You’ll see it’s all a show, keep ‘em laughing as you go. Just remember that the last laugh is on you.” He paused for breath.
“Yeah, tha’s the one.” Ethan finished on a howl.
“Always look on the Bright side of life.” Andrew giggled.
“I like Monty Python. You missed the beginning of the song though. Do you want me to tell you what it is?” He looked hopefully at Ethan, who gave him a baleful stare.
“Never heard of Monty Python.”
“They wrote the song you just sang.”
“No they didn’t.” Ethan’s voice had the absolute certainty of the very drunk. He continued.
“I don’t watch television. Worshipping Chaos doesn’t leave much time. A hard taskmaster.” He sounded slightly despondent. Then he cheered up.
“Nothing worth watching anyway.”
Andrew was shocked. Ethan couldn’t really think that.
“There’s lots of stuff. Star Trek, that’s brilliant. Haven’t you ever watched any of them?”
“Nope.”
“Highlander? Total Recall 2070? Quantum Leap? Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman?” Ethan shook his head to each of them. Andrew couldn’t believe this. All the great shows Ethan had missed. He’d have to ask if Ethan wanted to borrow any of his DVDs. He thought of another one. He must have heard of this at least.
“The X-Files?” Ethan was beginning to look annoyed.
“Nothing, really nothing,” he stated impatiently.
Andrew wasn’t going to give up.
“Nothing, not Babylon 5? Lost in Space? Blake’s 7? That’s British.” A slightly more interested, if not entirely nice, look appeared on Ethan’s face.
“I might have watched that. I appreciated Avon’s outlook.” Ethan changed his voice and spoke in a very credible imitation of Paul Darrow.
“You may have nothing to lose. I value my life.” Andrew grinned.
“Cool, you’re being Avon.” Ethan continued.
“Well, now.” Andrew interrupted him.
“Avon didn’t say well now very often. That’s a fandom misconception.” Andrew was enjoying this, Ethan seemed to be really getting into it.
Ethan began to look somewhat menacing. He stood up and took a step towards Andrew. His voice remained Avonesque.
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion.” Andrew opened his mouth. Ethan continued immediately.
“No don’t speak. I think I prefer you silent.” He moved towards Andrew and put his hand to the boy’s throat, pushing him against the wall. He was so close Andrew could smell the alcohol on his breath. Ethan spoke.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you.” Andrew squirmed. His voice came out as a whine. It always did when he wanted to sound firm and authoritative.
“Stop it. You’re hurting me. It’s not fun anymore, you’ve gone on too long.”
“Irritating isn’t it?”
Ethan gave an insane smile and imitated Avon’s silent half laugh. The effect was of the fourth season Avon, at his worst. Andrew recognizing it, gaped at him. Then in a slow, quiet deadly tone Ethan went on.
“Don’t worry Andrew. You know you are safe with me.” The dangerous tone and the allusion should have terrified Andrew. Instead he felt himself grow hard. Ethan, pressed against him, could not possibly miss this. Andrew tried to sidle away, but the hand on his throat tightened and he halted. Ethan gave him a measuring look.
“Interesting reaction. Does attempted strangulation usually induce such results in you?” Andrew shuddered slightly. He knew what would come next. Unfortunately his body didn’t. It was still very turned on.
“I’m s sorry.”
Ethan showed no signs of hitting Andrew. Instead his voice deepened.
“Don’t be. I never discourage such a flattering response.” Andrew cried out softly, involuntarily. The hand on his throat dropped and Ethan slid it up underneath Andrew’s shirt and began squeezing his left nipple. The other hand guided Andrew towards Ethan. Andrew spoke jumpily.
“What d’you want me to do. Anything. I want to do make it good for you.” Ethan’s mouth curved upwards slightly.
“I am touched by your concern. As he spoke Ethan placed his hand on Andrew’s groin. To Andrew’s extreme embarrassment, just from that, he came straight away.
“I’m sorry.”
Ethan still looked amused.
“Things don’t always go according to plan. It’s unimportant. I’m sure we can do better, next time.”
“Next time?”
“Oh yes, next time. Act two.” Ethan put his arms back against Andrew. His voice had begun to lose the imitation of Avon, it sounded rougher, more aroused. Andrew could feel Ethan was erect under his pants. Andrew swallowed nervously. He suspected this was going a bit further than he was prepared for.
“I’m not sure. Are you Avon or Ethan now?”
“Oh, definitely Ethan. Does it make a difference?”
“No, but I don’t think I want to do this.”
“No Andrew, you want this. I know you do. Surrender everything. Let it happen.” Andrew was terrified, Ethan was overwhelming him. He didn’t want this anymore. Ethan moved firmly, pushing Andrew towards the bed. Andrew was aware of the strength in Ethan’s arms, hard against his body, forcing him down. He sunk into the bed, Ethan’s weight upon him. Andrew felt afraid, confused with the remaining lust from earlier. Ethan maintained his hold on Andrew, but spoke in a gentle voice.
“You really are very beautiful. My lovely blond boy.” Andrew relaxed for a second, mesmerized. Ethan continued.
“I want you. You know that, don’t you Andrew?”
“Yes.” Andrew felt relief with the surrender. As he stopped struggling Ethan seized his hands and tied them together to the head of the bed.
“Why’d you do that,” Andrew said indignantly.
“It heightens the sensations.” Ethan caressed Andrew’s body tenderly, who began to respond to the stimulation. By the time Ethan had tugged off his pants, he was hard again.
Ethan put his mouth to Andrew’s cock, who bucked against the bed in shock, it felt wonderful. The cord around his wrists pulled, but the pain only excited him now. When Ethan pulled away he murmured a complaint. Ethan smiled and slapped his thigh, not very gently.
“Patience, it’s time for the next stage.”
Andrew watched Ethan undress. Considering he was pretty old, he still had a very attractive body, more muscular than it appeared clothed. Andrew’s attention fixated on Ethan’s cock standing out from his body. Naked, Ethan came back to Andrew, kneeling beside him on the bed.
“Put this on me.” Andrew thought about what would happen next with a thrill of trepidation and excitement. He hesitatingly reached out and massaged the stuff onto Ethan’s cock. The act relaxed him slightly and an idea occurred to him.
“Do you think Avon ever did this with any of the guys, Blake or Vila, or Tarrant? Tarrant was kind of hot, and apart from Anna...” Ethan put his finger to Andrew’s lips.
“Let’s do this without the talk.” He didn’t give Andrew a chance to reply, but took a handful of the lubricant himself, placed the hand to Andrew’s arse and rubbed it inside and around his hole.
Andrew gasped. It was cold. He’d speculated about what this would be like, but the little realities like that hadn’t occurred to him. Ethan swung himself and Andrew into position, the boy’s legs over Ethan’s shoulders, and placed his cock at Andrew’s arse. Then he pressed in. Despite the lubricant it hurt so much. Andrew cried out. Ethan paused for one second to say.
“Shh, just relax. Breathe deeply. It’ll help.” Ethan continued to push. Andrew gasped and wanted to stop, but when Ethan didn’t, all he could do was try the breathing. It did help. He still felt assaulted, but as Ethan pushed further in, the agony was partially replaced by jolts of pleasure and he was fully hard. Ethan pushed in and out and masturbated Andrew in time with his thrusts. All thoughts by now had been chased from Andrew’s head. He came with a shout and then felt Ethan do so also. Almost immediately after Andrew fell asleep, still tied up and sticky.
He roused to daylight and Ethan shaking him.
“Andrew wake up.” Andrew rolled over and mumbled sleepily.
“G’way Tucker.”
“It’s time for you to go kid.” Andrew awoke properly. He’d been untied at some point during the night, presumably by Ethan.
“Can’t I stay with you?”
“No, get dressed, there’s a good boy.” Andrew didn’t move, but lay there mutely.
“Come on. You don’t want to be around when the shit hits the fan. And believe me it will.” Ethan seemed quite serious. There was only a suggestion of irony to his remarks. Andrew grew serious also. The touch of petulance was unintentional.
“I don’t care. I want to stay with you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to. Mate. You’d only be a liability now. I have to think of my own skin.” Ethan chucked Andrew his clothes.
“Go on then.” Andrew dressed and left.
The door slammed in his face. It was a mockingly beautiful day. After staring at the door there seemed no point in staying. Andrew drifted off, hoping he didn’t run into anyone he knew. He was pretty dirty and he probably smelled. He walked quite a distance. There was nowhere he wanted to go, so he ambled randomly. Home seemed very far away. Intending to brood on the heartlessness of Ethan, Andrew found himself distracted by how hungry he was. It must have been ages since he last ate and sex made you really ravenous. Wow, he’d had sex. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. That was so cool. Except he couldn’t tell anyone, which sucked. And he still kind of hurt. But he wasn’t a virgin. That totally rocked.
Ultimately though, it was an excitement too close to desperation and diminished quickly. By the time he’d found a crumpled five-dollar bill at the bottom of his bag and had bought a hot dog and coke a lassitudinous dread had grown over him. The certainty developed that leaving the hotel too easily had been the wrong thing to do. Andrew threw the remains of his meal in the trash and began the long journey back.
It was quite dark when he reached the hotel. Andrew contemplated going to the door, but Ethan didn’t want him there and the uncertainty returned. He crept round the back and peered in through a window. The blinds were almost closed, but he could distinguish Ethan packing. The bed was still unmade. Then there was a crash and an enormous horned demon burst into the room. Ethan called it Giles, but was obviously scared. Andrew wanted to help, only he couldn’t make himself move.
A girl from his old school rushed in, followed by a slightly older guy. Andrew knew the girl, she was called Buffy. There’d been lots of rumours about her at school. Watching her attack the demon Andrew decided they must have been true. At least the ones about her fighting the things no one talked about much. The other ones he didn’t know about. The other guy was beating up Ethan. Wow, he was strong. Poor Ethan.
Buffy stabbed the demon and then apologized to it. Weird. Even weirder was when they forced Ethan to do a reversal spell and the demon turned into their old librarian, Mr Giles. Andrew had been kind of scared of him. If Andrew were a hero that would have been the perfect moment to storm in there, extract Ethan and get him to safety. But he just watched until the soldier guys took Ethan away. They all left.
Only Buffy and her boyfriend, she called him Riley, remained. Andrew looked at them unseeingly. He still didn’t want to leave. He hadn’t gone home now for nearly two nights. If he could have thought of somewhere to go that wasn’t home, he would have gone there. He couldn’t. With nowhere else, he didn’t have much choice. Perhaps they’d be angry with him. His Mom would shout how worried she’d been and punish him. Only she probably hadn’t been aware of his absence. He’d get home and nobody would notice he was there, or realize he’d been gone. But he was used to that. He’d go home. He knew that now. While he’d made that decision Buffy and Riley had gone. Andrew was left staring at an empty room.
It comes in at nearly 3500 words, so I obviously got a bit carried away... Andrew/Ethan looked like a terrifying pairing, although I totally deserved it, but my Ethan muse doesn't know when to shut up.