Title: Slayer Central chapter 14
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.



Buffy caressed her husband's silk-encased groin as she nibbled at the dark buds on his chest. Giles couldn't help thrusting into the small, warm hand that explored his manhood.

He gasped, then moaned as Buffy's hand worked its way into his pants to massage him without the fabric in the way.

"Buffy," he breathed. "Lord...darling, this isn't fair."

"Who said anything about fair? I'll get equal time when the doc says I can. Right now, I'm taking care of you."

With that, she slid off his lap to the floor. With a wry face she held out her hand.

"Cushion. Otherwise this is gonna get hard on the knees."

Giles grabbed a cushion from the sofa and handed it to Buffy who placed it on the floor and knelt on it. Her hands returned to the straining crotch of Giles' pants.

Her lips joined her hands, mouthing the shape of Giles' penis, then wandering lower to nudge at his testicles. He moved one hand to stroke Buffy's hair as the other gripped the arm of the sofa hard, a small grunt of pleasure escaping his throat instead of the roar to which he longed to give voice.

When small, strong hands moved to the waistband of his pants to tug them down, Giles complied by lifting his hips briefly. He wouldn't allow himself to think about the possibility of Leo coming out of his room on the other side of the wall to see what the noise was.

Then the tip of his cock was engulfed in wet warmth. Giles bit his lower lip to keep from yelling at the sweet sensation. He squirmed as Buffy's pointed tongue delved into his slit, one of her hands pumping his lower shaft while the other applied a firm pressure to his balls.

He petted back the hair from her face as he whispered to her urgently: "Close, I'm so close Buffy. Take me."

With that, Buffy's lips closed around the head of Giles' cock. She increased the pressure, sucking hard, bringing him closer to ecstasy. His hips bucked as his hand gripped the sofa arm convulsively. His breath came in tiny hard pants as he struggled to keep his vocal tendencies under control.

The first rush of semen was accompanied by a stifled moan. Buffy swallowed it hungrily as well as each wave that followed.

When he was done, Buffy carefully licked his penis clean. She ended with a gentle, suckling kiss to the tip before allowing the sleeve of his foreskin to cover him again. Then she climbed onto the sofa and kissed her husband full on the mouth. She giggled slightly as she felt his tongue sweep her mouth for the remains of his flavor.

"Kinky guy," she murmured as she ruffled his hair affectionately.

They melted into one another's arms. Giles emitted a soft hum of satiety as his lips brushed Buffy's throat.

"Perhaps. I know I'm a lucky...er...guy."

"Nah. I'm the lucky one. Way lucky."

Giles only reply was a sleepy, indistinct mutter that might have been a dozen different phrases. His eyelids drooped and his mouth went slack as he dropped off in Buffy's arms.

With a tolerant shrug, Buffy pulled up the blanket to cover them both and snuggled into her husband's arms.

*****

When Giles awoke several hours later, he became immediately aware of two things. Firstly, that the bed had become much narrower and lumpier than he remembered it being, and secondly, that his pajama pants were pooled around his ankles and his tee shirt pulled up to his armpits.

A third realization quickly followed the other two. The one where he remembered that he'd slept on the living room sofa and that Buffy had come to him in the night to pleasure him. He opened his eyes to see her sleeping peacefully in his arms. A smile hovered about Giles' lips at the sight.

His smile was replaced with a worried frown as he realized that he was in the living room with what little he'd worn to bed in complete disarray. Soon the house would be stirring. His penis already was.

Bloody hell.

How to make himself presentable without disturbing Buffy?

His dilemma was solved moments later when Buffy's eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, sweetie."

She reached up to kiss him. An odd expression crossed her face.

"Y'know, you might want to not be quite so naked when everybody else wakes up."

He chuckled softly and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Good morning to you, too."

She helped him rearrange his clothes under the covers, pausing only to give his morning erection a light squeeze as she pulled up his pants.

"Now, none of that, luv. We have to get you up and ready."

"That'll make two of us."

"What in heaven's name am I to do with you?" he asked in exasperation.

"Sit back and enjoy the ride?"

"No. That's your job just now."

He picked her up and carried her back to their bedroom.

Another problem

"Buffy, luv, perhaps you could go in and see if Crystal is awake, yes?"

*****

Breakfast was a noisy affair at Slayer Central, and for the first time, Buffy got to participate rather than listen from afar.

Giles kept making sure the platters of bacon and eggs and fruit were passed in her direction no matter how many times she said she was too nervous to eat more than toast and a glass of milk.

"You must keep your strength up, luv."

"And I will. On a day when I'm not getting my stitches out and on a day when my Mom isn't going in for brain surgery."

"Don't worry, Buffy. We'll all be there and everything's gonna be fine. I know it will," the redhead assured her.

Across the table, Crystal ducked her head slightly. The only one to notice was Giles.

"Yes, well, we'd best be going soon. Crystal, did you wish to ride with us? That way you could have a visit with Joyce while Buffy and I take care of our appointments."

The girl looked up gratefully.

"Thanks. Yeah, I'll go with you guys."

As everyone else at the table discussed transportation to the hospital and assured one another that Joyce would be fine, Giles caught Wesley and Leo's eyes. when he went into the kitchen a few minutes later, both men followed. Giles sat at the table with his teacup. Leo sat next to him and Wesley went to the stove to boil more water.

"I thought some fresh tea might explain our absence to the others."

"Do sit down, Wes. This is hardly covert operations."

"Then what is it, Rupert?" Leo asked.

"It's about Spike. Specifically, it's about how he was able to give me a black eye last night despite the chip. Clearly, either the chip is beginning to malfunction or he is capable of harming humans if he is enraged enough. One way or the other, we must deal with the situation."

"We could always simply stake him" Wesley suggested. "He is a vampire, and it is rather our job to despatch vampires."

"Yes, but for some reason, Buffy doesn't seem to see that as a viable option. She wants him out, but never said anything about harming him."

"Why wouldn't she want Spike harmed?"

"If nothing else, our caseworker knows about his existence, if not his undead status. It will look odd to her if he simply ceases to be."

"We don't need you getting into yet more trouble with the authorities, do we, my boy?" Leo chuckled.

"You may well laugh at it, but it's a very real concern for me."

"Do we have any idea how Spike was able to harm you despite the chip?"

"No, Wesley. I told you before that we don't know that."

"Then may I suggest we ask someone who knows more about it than we do."

"And who would you suggest asking, Wes? The Initiative is no more. The inventor died hideously at the hands of her own creation, and the entire complex was destroyed. The government won't even admit that it ever...good lord."

"What? What have you thought of?"

"Riley."

Giles hurried from the room. The other two men looked at one another.

"What about Riley?" Wesley asked.

"Who's Riley?" asked Leo.


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