Artistic License

Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Completed: April 2, 2004
Disclaimer: Property of Joss and ME. Just playing.
Summary: Payback can be quite enjoyable.
A/N: Set in the Ménageaverse. Part three in the Artistic License series. Immediately follows Art Deco. Without Savvy’s help, this wouldn’t be what it is. Previous installments can be found at www.responsibleadults.sadbhyl.riverworld.net


It had been very difficult for Ethan to pretend he was asleep with Joyce lying next to him, completely unsuspecting and naked, but it was by far one of the more enjoyable challenges he’d faced. For the second time that evening, Rupert had surprised him by going along with this little game they were about to play.

“Can’t have her thinking we’re completely whipped, now, can we?” Rupert had used Ethan’s earlier words against him.

While Joyce was clearly the dominant in this tryst between the three of them, Ethan knew from years of experience that it was never beneficial to any of the parties involved ift pet person was secure in their position. He applauded her for being able to manipulate things so he and Rupert would be alone together. However, that didn’t mean she was free from the repercussions of such a move. Payback was a natural consequence.

Ethan cracked an eye open and saw Rupert looking back. He listened to Joyce’s increasingly even breathing, then nodded his head slightly. As one they struck, Rupert on her left and Ethan on her right. Before Joyce had a chance to register what was going on, they had her wrists lightly bound in red silk to the headboard.

“Good evening, Joyce,” they greeted her.

Her eyes darted to the restraints, a smile spreading across her lips when she looked back at them.

“Whatever could I have done to deserve this?” she asked lightly.

“Left us to each other’s company for far too long.” Rupert began trailing small kisses from her fingertips and down her arm.

“First rule of rule of manipulation, Joyce,” Ethan gently caressed her face, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, “never leave your victims alone together.”

l kel keep that in mind,” she shivered as Rupert reached the delicate skin of her inner arm.

Ethan swooped down, teasing her lips apart, tongue asking permission. Joyce readily obliged, granting him access. He plunged in deep, striking up a leisurely duel.

She broke away with a gasp. Ethan looked down to see Rupert expertly teasing one of hepplepples. Giving her a quick peck, he descended and latched onto her other breast. He bit lightly at the peak, feeling her arch in response. Rupert caught his eye and copied his ministrations. A series of short licks, a light nip, followed by a drawn out suck. When they started to alternate, Joyce was already writhing.

Abandoning her breasts, they began to kiss their way lower, pausing to tease the more sensitive areas of her stomach and sides before continuing on until they reached her curls. Ethan faced off against Rupert over her sex, daring him to make the first move. Joyce’s legs parted wide, inviting them in. Taking advantage of Rupert’s hesitation, Ethan descended first, tongue sharp, just barely tasting her opening before running his tongue flat and firm between her folds and over her already swollen clit, her hips following of their own volition.

Ethan heard Joyce release a ragged breath as he moved out of the way just in time for Rupert to duck down. Ethan’s gaze raked up along Joyce’s glistening body, alighting upon her face. Lips parted and eyes glazed she was the picture of wantonness. A tap on his shoulder from Rupert, and Ethan turned his attentions back to Joyce’s wet pussy. His tongue plunged into soft, moist flesh, twirling upon exit and then delving back in. When Joyce began to shift, he allowed Rupert to take over again. Back and forth they traded off, licking and sucking until Joyce’s climax seemed evident, and then they retreated, sitting up to see her exasperation.

“Wait . . .what?” she panted, voice tinged with distress.

Then Rupert grabbed Ethan by the neck, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. The gentleness they had bestowed upon Joyce was gone, and a possessive brutality took over as they each tasted Joyce mixed with the other’s own unique flavor. Rupert pressed close, seeking more, his erection rubbing against Ethan’s own. Ethan barely registereyce yce wriggling uncomfortable and trying to get free of her bonds. Oh, but the show was far from over.

Ethan ended the kiss, tugging Rupert’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Fuck me, now,” he rasped. Then for added measure, “Fuck me, Rupert.”

That elicited a groan from both Joyce and Rupert.

Why Rupert and not Ripper? Ethan thought about that while Rupert got ready. Earlier when he’d been alone with Rupert, something had been different.ere ere had been something more than a simple coming together of two bodies. Ethan wasn’t certain he wanted to pursue that line of thought further, if ever. Maybe things had changed.

Fortunately, Rupert chose that moment to enter him, cool and thick, sparing Ethan any more thinking. He faced Joyce as Rupert began pumping into him from behind, focusing all of the intensity of what he felt toward her.

“Please?” she begged, voice desperate.

Not one to deny a beautiful woman her pleasure, especially if she begged, Ethan leaned forward, Rupert moving with him, and he used his mouth to build Joyce back to climax.

Ethan had just reached down to give himself some release, when his hand was swatted out of the way and replaced by Rupert’s battle calloused one.

“Harder . . . Ethan” Joyce gasped.

Ethan complied, and soon she came, her juices flooding his senses. Unable to hold it off, Ethan followed her with his own release next and pulled Rupert over after.

A tangled mass of sweat drenched flesh, the three waited for recovery.

Rupert moved first, going off to the bathroom. Ethan then began to slink his way up over Joyce’s body. He hovered over her, matching his breathing to her own, as he watched her come back to herself.

She blinked a few times before letting out a contented sigh. “Wow.”

“That is an understatement,” he replied, trying to imprint her image on memomemory. She glowed in the dim light. “Beautiful.”

Her brow crinkled as she fought against a smile. “Getting sentimental?”

“Appreciating,” he said simply.

“Oh.”

They were quiet for a moment, just being with each other. Maybe this wasn’t so terrible.

“Um, are you going to maybe untie me sometime soon?” she asked lightly, breaking the mood.

“That all depends on you, my dear.”

“Me?”

“Have you learned your lesson?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“For the moment,” she grinned wickedly.

“Feisty,” Ethan said, kissing her as he reached out and undid each of her wrists. He felt Joyce run her fingers smoothly through his hair.

When they were done, she eyed him critically and reached her hand out to trace lightly over his upper arm, now sporting a fairly purple bruise.

“Is everything ok?” she asked seriously.

Ethan shrugged off her concern. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Ethan.”

“It’s nothing,” he said firmly.

Joyce nodded, “Nothing.”

There were some things better left between two people.