TITLE: A LITTLE BIT MORE 4/4
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 was puzzled by Giles' movements to extract himself. "Watcher?" Then he heard the sound of the drawer sliding open and understood. Quickly, he reached out a hand and caught the tube as it was tossed to him.
"Do you mind if I…" Giles asked, indicating a position on his hands and knees.
Spike shook his head. "You're the one who hasn't done this in a while, so whatever you think is best for you. `Sides, I like the idea of having you from behind. That's how you offered it to me that first time, remember? And we can try other positions later, yeah?"
"I'm counting on that, Spike, and I'll hold you to it. But, yes, if it's alright, this is how I remember it was the most comfortable for me…though back then, Ethan and I didn't really considered that to be a concern." There was an old hurt in his voice at the remembered darkness, and Spike decided not to pursue it. Lord knew he had several centuries of accumulated memories he'd rather not rehash just then either.
Instead, he helped to guide his mate into the stance, moving him so that he was offering himself at the right height for them to come together solidly. "If I'm putting too much weight on you, you'll let me know? Hard enough on my knees, and I'm a lot stronger than you, no offense."
"None taken." Giles sighed to himself, a little bit melancholy that a soulless vampire was probably the most considerate of all the lovers he'd had. "And Spike? Thank you for caring."
"Of course. Have to be sure you'll do the spell again, don't I?" Spike replied, hoping to lighten the mood as he uncapped the lubricant.
It must have worked, because the Watcher's next comment was lighthearted, as he turned to glance over his shoulder. "Bloody opportunistic bastard."
The lube was rather runny; they'd found thinner worked better with Spike's lack of body heat. "Never claimed otherwise, did I?" he commented as he allowed the oily gel to coat his hands and spread it judiciously over his own genitals before turning to the cleft before him.
Giles shivered at the almost cold feel of the hand that opened him up, and then stroked soft, stopping just short of entering the pucker before moving lower. When Spike reached his loosely hanging cock and began to stroke, he tensed, realizing just how powerful his earlier release had been.
"Everything alright?"
"Er, just a bit sore from before, I'm afraid. I want to continue, of course, but I don't know if…"
Spike kissed the rounded flesh in front of him, forcing himself not to be too disappointed. It'd be nice to bring his partner to climax as well, but it wasn't something either of them could fully control. "It's alright. Happens. I'll make this as good as I can for you either way." Still, he had hopes. They'd both noticed Giles' increased stamina and recovery was an additional benefit to their continued bloodsharing.
Spike wiped off enough of the lubricant that he could rub his hands together hard, trying to use friction to warm them a bit above the temperature of the room. Giles might not complain about the vampire's lack of heat, but he knew that when it came down to actual penetration, warmer would be better. "Time to find out just how tight you really are. You look like a bleeding blushing virgin."
Giles snorted as the first finger entered him experimentally. "You've had enough experience to know?"
"Well, when you've been around a hundred years or so…though you'll be my first human to have this way, actually."
Spike had carefully fingered him before and done what he could with that marvelous tongue, but now that the vampire was allowed to push limits, Giles wished he'd hurry it up. "And you'll be my first vampire…fair enough?" he asked as he pushed back into Spike's hand and clenched hard.
Spike got the hint and added a second finger into his partner. The inner sphincter contracted a moment, but then allowed him to slip past into the soft incredible warmth of the cavern beyond. He quested eagerly, pressing his fingers into the walls. Then he felt them—the veins feeding the sensitive area with blood and pulsing against his touch. He pressed into them, rejoicing at the hot, eager pulse. God, so this is what it would feel like with someone who was alive, he realized, finding himself grow harder.
"Spike?"
Quickly he pulled himself out of the daze as Giles continued. "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but…at this rate the spell will wear off hours before we get anywhere."
"Er, yeah Rupert, just admiring the feel of you."
"I'm flattered. Now chivvy up, perhaps?"
Spike took the hint and added a third finger, while he ran a soft hand over the textured skin of the Watcher's back, detailing a history in scars. Again, he felt a flare of anger at his Grandsire. Vampires had every right to mayhem and murder, but such methodical torture…that was just sick, fucked-up cruelty—Angelus' specialty, as he himself had plenty of opportunity to know. Still, he forced himself to shrug it off, as he stretched and pulled, widening the dilation of the ring of muscle. His promise not to mention the abuse by the other vampire still stood, and if Giles could leave it in the past, so could he.
"Ready, Rupert? Time to find out if it's as good as you remember it," his voice grew sly, "or better." He used his fingers to spread the man's entrance as he positioned himself, and finally replaced his hand with his cock, pushing against the opening and then sliding in smoothly as Giles succeeded in his effort to stay relaxed.
Giles felt the minor cramping of invasion as his body made room for the penetration and winced slightly. It wasn't until he allowed himself to stop the intense concentration on relaxation that he clamped down slightly and allowed himself to feel the slight burn of the muscle being forced to remain dilated by the obstructing cock.
Spike hissed, and Giles listened carefully to the words praising his heat. "So bloody hot, Rupert, just as I imagined you. Makes me feel alive." Spike held himself still, and used his hand to find the man's belly. He pressed hard circles into the muscle, pushing the Watcher back up against his own body, ensuring Giles would feel what was inside him to the fullest extent.
Giles sucked in his air at the sensation. "God, Spike," the human breathed, his voice harsh with strain.
Spike began making slow, gentle circular motions as he ground against the Watcher's ass. Laying his lips softly on the other's shoulder, Spike asked, "You alright, Rupert?"
"Yes. I'd just…forgotten what it's like. To be filled."
"Wish you could see it from my side. I've wanted this ever since you offered that first night. Can't tell you how sodding hard it was have to turn down the chance to bugger you. That heat…it's been so long since I've felt that. Told you we vamps crave it."
There was a pause, but Giles chose not to fill it, and Spike continued. "Burying myself in your warmth? It's bliss, mate. Pure bloody bliss. Better than that mouth of yours even. Actually, you know what? Your warmth might be the best I've ever had."
"Spike?" Giles couldn't help asking, wishing both to hurry this up and to draw it out.
The vampire didn't need the prompting, however, as he continued his monologue. "Do you know what makes this better, Rupert? Better than all the other times I've felt that heat since I've been turned?"
"Tell me, Spike," Giles asked thickly, knowing these were the words expected of him, but genuinely needing to know the answer.
"Because it means something. I'm not paying you, I'm not forcing you, and this isn't just some mindless shag, is it?"
The vulnerability in the tone struck him harder than the words, and Giles struggled to form a response. It was what he'd been trying to fully understand all night. Their relationship had been started to forget the pain and to lose themselves in each other—a rather nihilistic goal. And yet…and yet now it did mean something. At the moment, it was about the only thing in his life that did. "No. No, it's not. For as long as we need it, this is something for both of us. You said yourself that we're beginning to recognize each other as mates on a deeper level. I'm supposing that will last as long as we continue to share blood and bodies?"
"Yeah...sounds about right," Spike guessed.
"Well, then, we're stuck with each other for a while, aren't we?" Giles balanced himself on one hand so he could grip the one Spike had wrapped around his waist. Then he concentrated on the feel of the vampire inside and squeezed. "Enough talk."
Spike grunted. He'd been getting so used to that wonderful heat surrounding him that he'd been content just to stay in it forever. The delicious pressure restored his arousal to full force, however, and reminded him of his sexual urgency. "Lusty slut." He pulled back fast, but caught himself before bucking forward and diving back in. Instead, he forced himself to re-enter more gently.
Giles wasn't about to let him get away with that behavior, however, and he came to a sudden conclusion. They'd neutralized the chip for a reason. "Harder, Spike. Own me. Damn it, I'm giving myself to you, and I want to still feel you in the morning. Don't you dare deny me that!"
The words thrilled the vampire. God, he wanted nothing more than to fuck hard and fast, but he hadn't been sure Rupert would appreciate that when his body was so long unaccustomed to this sort of invasion. Still, if he had permission…he'd just have to trust Giles would let him know if he went too far.
"If you want, you bite down." Giles opened his eyes again to find a wrist being presented to him, freshly bitten. The Watcher noted the fist clenched tight against the pain of the wound, forcing the blood, which appeared bright red and starkly beautiful against the pale skin. Eagerly he accepted the offering and began to suckle. The vampire braced his other hand on Giles' shoulder and the Watcher felt the delicious inner tug as Spike began to pull out of him.
The next thing he knew, his lover had forced himself down so hard Giles felt his body scream in protest as it was physically thrown forward. It didn't help that Spike was using his shoulder for leverage and forcing him to support both their weight. He had to brace himself to maintain his balance and almost didn't manage it before the next attack came. Then the vampire's blood began to take effect and he felt again a primal ecstasy as the tender connection they'd established earlier in the night start to reawake. Exactly as it should be. Suddenly his own rhythm came easily, and the strain faded. He began to undulate himself, opposing Spike's thrusts so they came together perfectly, his ass clenching every time the vampire drew back. Spike's cock was touching things deep inside him, and Giles found himself craving the stretching of his inner walls and internal cramping shifting as Spike worked to achieve the maximum effect.
The vampire, meanwhile, felt the exact moment Giles gave into the connection. Spike had been reaching for it, hoping it would still be with them. In the next minute their awkward, violent coupling became a smooth dance of movement and flesh, and the attachment flooded his senses. The inner demon stopped its constant raging restlessness and was, for the moment, content. Family, mate, MINE! In the back of his mind he felt the Watcher's arousal hard and strong, though he had no idea how he knew such things, he simply did. That's when he realized his mistake—they were bonded not because of blood and sex. That was symbolic. Their connection, whatever it might be and however deep it might go, existed because they'd accepted each other as a necessary component of their own identities. This was not mere fucking…it was an act of oneness.
Giles accepted the blood offering completely and bit down hard, bruising the flesh as he tried to encourage the flow. In return, fingernails dug into his shoulder, wounding, and Giles welcomed it. Biting and sucking and wounding and fucking, they were joining, life and warmth to death and eternity, and, conscious thought long gone, he knew only that he wanted it…to be of one flesh with the glorious creature who…who… Giles found he could no longer separate them in his mind and released his prize to crow his triumph.
"That's it. Scream for me, Rupert!"
Seconds later, fangs sank into his shoulder, and he did as Spike asked, his tone rippling with every final thrust as Spike rode out his orgasm, pumping hard into the awesome heat, taking it for his own and claiming his mate body and blood. Finally, he shuddered for the last time and rolled, pulling Giles with him so that they lay on their backs, Spike underneath and still deeply imbedded.
The Watcher's cock was angry red and pulsing, begging for the one final step that would send him over as well, and Spike obliged. Reaching across to grab the sheet, he pulled it across them so that the texture of the fabric just eased over that demanding tip.
Giles came smoothly, groaning deep as he released into the bedclothes. Spike allowed the remainder of their fading connection to carry him along as the motion of the muscles pushed him out.
Eventually, the Watcher felt his heartrate begin to return to normal and regained control of his breath. He moved, turning to look at his lover. "Spike?" he asked, voice soft and almost vulnerable.
"Yeah." It came out almost a sigh.
"This connection," he started, and Spike felt his heart sink immediately until he heard the next words, "I want to keep it. I never even knew I wanted this, or that it was possible, but whatever it takes to keep it, I'd like to have it for a good long while…as long as you want it too?" The last was a question, unsteady and desperately needing a response.
Spike looked deep into those hopeful green eyes, examining for a moment that hazel patch that always caught his attention. "Thank you." He leaned in and tasted those lips in silent promise. "A long while…very long while."
They made eye contact again, until Giles suddenly broke it by giggling, and had to raise his hand to cover his mouth. At Spike's consternation, he explained. "I just never thought my favorite lover would be a soulless vampire is all."
Spike grabbed a pillow and hit him with it. "Damn ponce." He groaned and forced himself up. "Now get up for a sec. We made quite the mess."
Giles looked confused for a second until he realized what Spike was indicating. "Oh, um, we did rather, didn't we?" He moved as Spike pulled off the sheets and pulled the blankets off the floor.
He left to relieve his bladder, and when he returned, the lights were off. Giles slid between the blankets, staring at the pale form that was already there. Spike was a vampire, soulless, a demon, evil by admission, but even without the chip tonight, he'd managed to not be controlled by his darker side and to be more human than some of those who actually were. After Buffy had died, Giles had been without purpose—still, was, to be honest—but one thing, one man, had reached out to him, asking only the same in return.
The Watcher curled himself tightly around the vampire, spooning him and holding him close with an arm that draped over the other's torso. He pressed his cheek into the tiny space along the curve of his lover's neck where it seemed to fit so well, and it occurred to him how much easier he slept on the nights Spike shared his bed. "Spike?" He whispered to the darkness, before amending it. "William. I…" he stumbled.
Spike cut him off, the use of the name so long abandoned making his throat feel tight. Covering the human's hand with his own, he held it close to his chest. "I know, Rupert. Me too."
End: 10/05/04