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"You can't tell me that you and Giles didn't do this." (Xander to Ethan, about sex against bookshelves.)

The library was big, silent and dark, and everything about it invoked a felling of tweed. Jeans and leather was the last thing one would've expected in a place like this. Yet the figure looking through the books on demons and black magic was clad in them, and very sexily so. So was the man sneaking up behind him.

"Good afternoon, Ripper."

Ripper spun around, startled by the voice. "Dammit, Ethan, don't do that. You took 10 years off my life."

"Sorry," Ethan said, not looking sorry at all. In fact, he looked almost ... predatory. "I've been shopping today? Bought some very nice lipgloss." And before Ripper could react to that statement, Ethan's lips were on his and they tasted of tobacco, and pot, and slightly of coffee, but mostly they tased of ...

"Cherry," Ripper grinned. "My favourite.

"I know, 's why I bought it. Here, got you this." Ethan handed him a pot of lipgloss. "Orange," he smiled. "*My* favourite."

Of course Ripper immediately put the gift to use and then offered Ethan a taste. And Ethan just had to see if his gift suited Ripper. And when it did, Ripper had to thank Ethan and in the end they ended up with a strange but yummy new taste of lipgloss. And, of course, two very horny males.

"I want you," Ripper growled. "Here. Now."

"What, between the bookshelves, when anyone would walk in on us?" Ethan arched an eyebrow, attempting to keep his cool despite the fingers fumbling with his zipper. "Why Ripper, I do believe I'm rubbing off on you."

"That could work," Ripper admitted. "Or I could just push you against the shelves and have my wicked way with you."

Ethan's throat was suddenly very dry. "What about lube? I suppose we could use the lipgloss ..."

"As interesting as that sounds, let's keep the experiments for later, shall we? For now, just be thankful I used to be a boyscout." Ethan accepted the mysteriously appearing lube and put it to good use.

"I would've liked to see that. you in a boyscout's uniform," Ethan chuckled.

"Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." And then Ethan was being pushed against the shelves while Ripper has his wicked way with him and they stiffled their moans into each other's mouths. Between the thrill of the danger and their simple hormonal horniness, it was over quickly.

They'd only just rearranged their clothing when the librarian showed up, probaly to ask if Giles could find everything.

"Are you allright?" she asked, glancing at his flushed cheeks, crumpled clothing and glossy lips.

"Y-yes, I'm fine." She shot him a doubtful look, but left nonetheless. Looking around, he noticed that Ethan had disspeared. "Just fine," he repeated, a smile coming to his lips.

THE END