TITLE: A LITTLE BIT MORE 3/4
AUTHOR: PhenDog
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Giles, Spike, or anything else except my beloved computer named "Slate." (Obviously I don't own them, or I'd own a lot more than Slate and you'd have to pay to read this.) The Buffyverse belongs to Joss, ME (yes, I know, old joke), and a whole bunch of alphabetical TV networks, `specially now that it's gone into syndication. Please don't sue, I know I don't have permission. Bad me. All my money went to bootleg X-files and Buffy episodes, and Slate doesn't want to leave me!

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Spike swooped down and claimed his partner's mouth, forcing it open. Giles allowed the intrusion, ready to respond in kind when he suddenly felt the vampire stiffen momentarily. Then he heard the shifting crunch of bones realigning and the odd sensation of the dental line growing and reforming against his lips. Spike remained still, making sure the Watcher understood.

Cautiously, Giles let his tongue flick out and drag along the exposed surface of teeth, knowing that a vampire's fangs were notoriously sensitive. The rumor was proven true as Spike shivered and his body momentarily sagged, bumping down against him.

Seconds later, those fangs found Giles' lower lip and nipped it.

Spike grinned down, displaying his fangs fully inches from Giles' face. The human held back his yelp of surprise and sucked the pair of tiny punctures inside his mouth.

"Vampires have big teeth. And we bite."

"Cheeky bastard," came the dry return, but the twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his nervous excitement.

Spike rolled his eyes...the effect vaguely comical against his demon features. "Never claimed otherwise, mate. Now hush." He crawled backward along the bed, still straddling Giles as he did so. The human found he had to crane his neck to follow the vampire's movements.

"Lesson two…" Giles watched nervously as Spike made the focus of his attention plain. Unfortunately, the various ideas of what the vampire might have in mind seemed to make that part of his anatomy swell further.

Spike licked leisurely along the shaft, causing it to twitch. He didn't fail to notice the watery liquid pearl that welled from the slit. His tongue darted out and tasted the warm slight sweetness before he reminded himself of his intent. Moving higher, Spike ran the index finger of his left hand along the line where the bush of dark curls sprang from the bare skin. When his hand bumped the other man's penis during its task, he pretended not to notice, and leaned down to run his tongue just above where his finger had been.

That bare expanse of skin, the warmth, the smell, the knowledge that he could mark it without the debilitating pain—all of these things excited the demon in him. He closed his eyes and let his mouth rest against the human's lower abdomen, feeling the pulse of every tiny vein that ran below the surface. Then, for a bare second, Spike gave the demon free rein, allowing the fangs to penetrate the skin, rejoicing in the feel. The resistance of flesh gave way, parting easily to allow him in to seek out the woefully tiny vessels below. The muscles flexed in shock, flinching and drawing away from him, hollowing Giles' abdomen so that the Watcher's erection bumped his cheek, thick and heavy. So tempting just to hang on and drive deeper… Quickly, he drew back and sat up.

Vampire and Watcher looked at one another with shock for a second, though while Giles' reaction was purely physical, Spike's was born of wonder. After over a year of being effectively neutered, it had been so intense. So very little had excited him so much. He could only imagine what it would be to drink freely from a wound of his own making, fangs in flesh as it should be. Giles nodded, panting, and Spike realized that he'd been given permission to continue.

But he didn't move quickly. Instead, he looked down at what he'd just done. He'd barely even gotten the tips of the fangs into the skin, but the blood was already welling up in two perfectly spaced punctures. Apparently, he waited too long, and the Watcher grew impatient. Spike watched, entranced, as Giles moved his own hand. Reaching for the bite, he smeared his own blood with his finger, painting a streak of red up to his navel and past it.

Not needing a second invitation, Spike bent down and suckled the wound eagerly, tongue and mouth working against Giles' skin. The wounds closed quickly, and he followed the line of blood, exploring higher, lipping and sucking. It wasn't until he felt the hand in his hair, urging him, on that he nipped again—once more, just the two tiny punctures.

Giles gasped and couldn't suppress a whimper at the feel. Still, he had been the one to put himself under the vampire's control, and he intended to participate fully. It hurt when those teeth pushed in…but wasn't that the point, he realized? Certainly, the shock of that first small bite had almost pushed him over the edge sexually just with the utter unexpectedness of it.

Spike continued to gently work his way up the stomach, then along the line of the sternum, traveling up along Giles' chest with gentle attention, using his fingers to play with the light dusting of hair, and his mouth to promise more. Then he reached Giles' left nipple and sucked hard. The Watcher had just enough time to register the sensation before the teeth entered him again, this time a little harder and a little deeper on either side of his tender bud. There was a sting. Then, a second later, the sensation of the bite flared, and, in that instant, Spike struck again, marking the other areole as well. Giles arched of the bed with an incoherent vocalization.

"Lesson two," Spike repeated, holding himself up with a hand on either side from his position directly above the other's body. "Vampires like to bite. We like it a lot."

The need to touch became overwhelming, and Giles gave in, moving his hands to Spike's ass and pulling him down, bringing them together, hard and firm. His breath hitched and he felt the vampire shudder. Experimentally, he thrust upward; Spike responded by grinding down hard enough that it was almost painful.

"Bugger the damn lessons," came the growl that he couldn't hold back, but the minute the words escaped his lips, Giles realized his mistake. The chip meant that he was nearly always the one in control—but not tonight. Tonight he had only the power Spike chose to give him.

The expected reprimand wasn't immediate, however.

"You're eager for me, aren't you," Spike marveled softly. He shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to reach out and stroke his partner's face. Giles was surprised to see that the face above him wore human features; he hadn't noticed when it had shifted back. The ice blue eyes held so much more expression than those of the demon and their gazes locked for an instant.

When Giles broke the connection first, Spike shook himself and forced himself to reassume his role. The game was important; it kept them from having to deal with the dangerous emotions that had just threatened to pass between them. "Even so, Rupert, I'm disappointed in you." He reached down and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger hard enough to bruise the flesh his teeth had broken minutes before. Giles set his jaw and sudden tears pricked at his eyes, but he refused to give further evidence of his discomfort.

The vampire continued, leaning down close. "I thought your kind lived for knowledge. Tell me, Watcher, wouldn't you like to hear the final lesson I've got for you?" The almost petulant voice that spoke the last was not the rough accent Spike normally adopted, but something more lyrical and better educated, Giles realized.

"Yes," he managed, and the pinching at his nipple immediately stopped.

"Very well." Spike leaned in closer so that he was almost whispering into his companion's ear, as he ran gentling hands along the tense body below him. "Lesson three…when vampires bite, they like to drink. I would like to drink."

Giles couldn't help himself as his breath came faster, his heart pounding, sending blood through him fast and strong, as if it knew as well as he what was coming. Desperately, he kneaded thumbs and fists into the vampire's back, asserting his own need and urging Spike on. The cool, heavy weight pushed him into the bed. Skin pressed to skin, and the Watcher felt the fingers in his flesh, pressing down hard, making small circles as they traveled down his sides, finding their way to his flanks. He expected the bite to come, but it didn't. Instead, he heard the low rumble in his ear.

"Ask me."

The moan escaped Giles' throat unbidden. "Spike," he rasped, giving permission as he tilted his head, exposing his neck further in offering. "Please."

For a split second, he fluttered his eyes open long enough to notice again the altered features of the demon above him as they shifted. Then he felt it—two points pressing into him, mere instants before the skin gave, breaking and allowing the fangs to enter. This time the bite did more than merely penetrate the surface. The teeth were forced down hard and unrestrained, embedding deeply in his neck, as they slid effortlessly and unerringly into the vein. The immediate sensation was of the muscle protesting, twitching and cramping against the intrusion.

Spike lost himself. The fangs went in so deep that the points of the shorter teeth touched the skin, penetrating it as well. The blood welled up, and, as instinct and memory guided him, he pulled back slightly, the hot stream gushing forth and filling his mouth. Sensations assaulted him—hotsmoothcoppersalt…LIFE. His to take, his to control, fresh from the living body beneath him with its eagerly beating heart giving to him readily.

No filthy pigs and cows heated in a microwave and drunk through a straw, none of the special house red from Willy's, not even the careful cuts the Watcher made to give him what Spike could not get for himself…none of these could ever compare, and it wasn't until now that he'd realized just how poor the substitutes were. It was as if he had been deaf and blind since the instant that damn chip was stuck in his brain, and then had awakened just now to fireworks and William Tell.

Clear thought was hardly an option, and when the demon instinct demanded, Spike agreed, working his jaw eagerly, sucking and swallowing, to maximize the flow of that delicious, live-giving warmth. Distantly, in the back of his mind he felt the warning, but, not understanding it, he paid it no heed, ignoring the shuddering gasps of the one providing that which delighted him so much.

Still, the need began to change. As usual, the Watcher's blood was thick and rich, with a hint of some indefinable edge that was almost as strong as a Slayer's, but it was tempered by something more. Through the red haze, he began to gain a sense of familiarity. As much as Sire and Childe, this human belonged to him…it was in the taste of his blood. Family. Consort. Mate. These were things the demon understood. Then there was another. Rupert. That was word Spike understood, and awareness reasserted itself immediately.

He could continue to drink from Giles, but not so much, so fast. Spike replaced his wild, frenzied feeding with deliberate, gentle suction against the Watcher's skin. Carefully, the vampire adjusted the secretions in his mouth from that which thinned the blood and made it flow quickly to a coagulant that would stanch the bleeding a bit and allow him to draw it out at a pace that would mean a complete draining would take hours.

Then, Spike let himself become aware of other things. Fingers were digging into his back, holding him hard in place, and he could feel the burn where the nails must have surely clawed and pierced the skin. Giles was whimpering softly and panting hard, but was very clearly aroused—Spike could taste it thick and fiery in the blood, calling out to him. He also felt himself responding; he was instinctively grinding down as he tried to press his body closer to Giles than flesh allowed, the Watcher's hardness firm against his belly, and his own digging into the man's thigh. He began to hum with pleasure, low in his throat, the resulting sound translating as a purr.

Giles had nearly panicked at first as his body protested the intrusion. He could swear he actually felt the blood being drawn through the veins of his body into that terrifying mouth, but he knew fighting back would be futile. The only thing left was to trust as he clutched the body of his lover desperately. Pain came hard and fast, flaring outward, searing bright and sharp. He couldn't do more than gasp, until the endorphins rose to the challenge, aided by the vampire's saliva. Soothing warmth replaced the burning fire, and the tension drained out of him, leaving him boneless. This was good—right. Primally, something in him realized he belonged to this creature above him. To Spike. He'd offered and been accepted, and now this ritual of sharing his life with his…mate, was exactly as it should be.

Giles didn't bother to let himself object to the word or fight the conclusion rationally and let himself be consumed by the arousal, seeking to touch more, be closer. He was almost sorry when the savage attack at his neck abated into something slow and gentle.

Then he felt Spike begin to vocalize, rumbling against his chest as his partner continued to feed. There was a sense of loss when the air touched his chest, and he realized the vampire was arching up and away from him. There was a split-second of confusion before Spike began to thrust.

Giles saw shapes swim in front of his eyes and he realized he had forgotten how to breathe. The vampire at his neck made drawing in air difficult and drained him of the oxygenated blood that should have been going to his brain. The sharp pants he'd been managing weren't effective enough. He realized asphyxiation was becoming an issue, but then Spike's unlubricated cock scraped his own, rough and bruising as it drove into his stomach. The euphoria seemed to crackle through him, pushing past the need for air, and, as it happened again, he gave up the struggle and lived for pure sensation.

Spike felt the impending release in the blood—the hormones making it richer, the increased heart rate quickening the flow despite his efforts to slow it, and the elevated body temperature making it hot with life. The times Giles had allowed him to taste this moment during their bloodgames were always his favorite; so very different than when he tasted the same event with Angel or the girls who had so much less of that tang and none of the sheer brilliance of life. But to experience it like this…fangs deep…Spike hummed louder and thrust harder.

Giles roared, arching up and shuddering as he came, the orgasm squeezing his cock and forcing out the semen in long aching waves, burning and searing with each pulse. Pleasure swarmed him so hard it almost seemed painful due to the pure force with which it was torn from him, and in his oxygen deprived state, his world exploded into a thousand points of light, then threatened to go black.

For a moment, Spike froze, hot, thick seed splashing his torso and that heart pumping the blood to his ready mouth. As he felt Giles' shuddering in a spasm that seemed to involve the full body, Spike was tempted to continue to his own release, but eased off regretfully, doing his best to heal the wound as he withdrew.

AIR! Free of the bite, Giles gasped, filling his lungs so fast it hurt, but the oxygen didn't enter his system right away and he continued to suck in and out. Spike shifted off of him, and he became dimly aware of the hands running over his skin, cleaning them both with an edge of the sheet, and trying to ease his shaking.

"Bugger, Rupert! Breathe," Spike commanded. Giles realized it wasn't the first thing that the vampire had said to him, but he tried to obey and slow his efforts, made more difficult as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to tear at him.

"Spike. I ap…apologize. I…"

"Shush. Not until you're ready, alright?" Carefully, Spike moved the man so that he was lying with his back against the vampire's chest, and Spike could feel the human's ribcage rise and fall beneath the hand he placed on his sternum. Spike decided the best policy was just to wait and hold the Watcher. Shit, he'd heard the man panting harder than he should have and even tasted the lack of oxygen in the blood, but, as his own breathing was an optional luxury, it hadn't occurred to him. Still, Giles seemed to be getting the color back and growing calmer, even if the trembling continued, which was a good thing as Spike hadn't the faintest idea what to do if there were serious trouble. Cardio-pulmonary resuscitation wasn't exactly in a vampire's skill-set.

Spike moved his unoccupied hand to Giles' hair and ran his fingers through it, gently. "Shit, Watcher…of all the ways I could have offed you, somehow I never imagined doing it quite like that. You doing okay, now?"

"Yes. I'm fine." Another final aftershock rippled through him. "Lord. That was…intense."

"I'm sorry, Rupert," Spike said with genuine regret. "I didn't intend to take so much or to let you—"

Giles cut him off. "Don't be a prat. Don't you dare apologize for that. God, Spike, I can't remember it ever being so…"

"Good?" Spike supplied, cautiously.

There was a chuckle before Giles winced at the effect of laughing on his still recovering system. "Yes."

"Really? I was afraid…"

Giles grabbed the hand on his chest and kissed the palm, wanting to reassure. "It was…it was the way it should be, Spike. Bloody fabulous."

Relief washed over him and Spike grinned as he stroked his lover, "Just remember to breathe next time, alright?"

"I'll, um, make a note of it."

"Do that." Spike felt a thrill that Giles hadn't objected to the subtle suggestion that the experience might be something they could repeat. Then he turned serious. "We're together in this, Rupert. Much as I hate to admit it, you're all I got. You remember that. If I lost you like that…" he gestured with a hand and trailed off, his intent clear.

They were both silent for a minute before Giles felt the need to speak again. "Lord, Spike. I felt you. Or at least I felt a connection to you," he corrected, and paused for a minute to gather his thoughts. Now that he was thinking clearly again, he remembered the word that had been thrown up to his mind. Mate. It confused and disturbed him, but the more he tried to rebel against it, the more something else in him begged him to embrace it. What they'd just done was more than blood and sex—the problem was he wasn't sure just how deep it went. "Though you've not marked me, I…" he sighed, "I'm yours, aren't I?"

Spike nodded, recalling his own surprise and slightly relieved that Giles had experienced it as well. "Yeah. I mean, there's something there. My demon…it, uh, it recognized you, Rupert. As family. And you're no vampire."

"Family?"

"Aye. Like I'd feel if I were allowed to bite Dru or, hell…even soddin' Angel. Told you I could taste myself in your blood. This…this is just a little bit more, is all," he commented thoughtfully as he continued to stroke his fingers through the soft brown hair. "It's confusing for me too." He wanted to ask the human if what had happened was all right, but he was afraid of the answer. Spike realized that he, himself, had no problem with it, though whether those were the demon's thoughts or his own, he didn't know. It hardly mattered.

"How? Do you know why?" Giles asked, breaking through Spike's musings.

"I…I told you that having human Consorts is a very private thing, so I don't know…Think it's because you gave yourself to me, though. That's important to the ritual. Takes a lot of balls, but you did it. Asked for it even, and never fought." He moved his hand to the back of the man's neck and gave light caresses.

Tenderly, he found the bite. Giles winced, but then tilted his head to give better access. It had bled after Spike had let go, but appeared to have stopped now, and the dried blood was crusting. Spike flaked some of it off, knowing that it would heal quickly enough that it wouldn't even get a chance to scab. "Thanks for this."

Giles couldn't think of a proper response. He'd started the evening with a curiosity and need to test the boundaries of what they had. Instead, it appeared they'd added a new level to the relationship. Yet, he couldn't find it in himself to regret that, but these were things he didn't know how to put into words. Instead, he shifted so he could reach the vampire's torso and let his hand wander along the firm, cool flesh until he reached the thick hair and half-hard cock below. In his palm, he cupped the scrotum, and then rolled it firmly, pulling down with deliberate pressure in a way experience had taught him would make the vampire groan. "I've still only fulfilled half of our agreement, you do realize. And we have time."

Spike moved his hand down to the man's jaw and brought up his head so their eyes could meet. Giles noticed the surprised look of hopefulness in Spike's ice blue gaze and almost laughed. "Are you sure, Rupert? We could wait, and you could do the spell again later, if you just want to call it a night."

Giles raised his eyebrow creating a crease along his forehead. "I only lost my breath, Spike. You didn't break me."

The vampire still felt the need to press his point. "And you've lost a lot of blood."

"And I took some of yours earlier. I'm still feeling the effects of that." Giles pushed himself up and crept forward so they were face to face before he lowered himself to meet the vampire's mouth with his own. The copper tang of his own blood still lingered, he found, and he licked it eagerly. "You want this, Spike, and I know you well enough to know you won't deny that."

The vampire felt something inside swell through him. He wanted sex. He wanted sex with his mate, and the man was offering it freely to please him, Consort to Vampire. More important was the fact that Spike believed Giles probably gave the offer as much significance as he did…and perhaps wanted it almost as much.

Not trusting himself to speak, he sat up quickly, dragging Giles with him as he captured his partner's lips again, and began to let his hands wander across that broad chest, scraping lightly with his nails.

Giles broke off to trace Spike's jawline with lips and teeth, working his way down to the neck. When he licked along the lines of the pale throat, tracing the veins perfectly with his tongue, he elicited a shiver from Spike and smiled to himself before dipping to the collarbone and further. Spike hands stroked the scar-textured skin of the Watcher's back and traced mindless patterns with his fingertips, but when Giles reached a nipple and sucked, he groaned, hands moving lower until he found the rounded firmness of the Watcher's ass. He stroked and squeezed in rhythm to the attention the man was giving him, and, when Giles switched sides, he allowed his touch to slip between the lobes, stroking the tender flesh and feeling the muscles clench his finger between them.

"You're right," he managed at last. "Can't deny it. Not that being buggered by you isn't lovely, but fucking you…do you know vampires dream? I dream of you every bloody night. Can't wait."

Giles looked up from his position against the vampire's chest, green eyes dancing. "And now you won't have to."

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