Winter Of Discontent 4
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.



Angel sauntered down the street whistling a tune from his youth. He'd
almost forgotten the lilting melody. He had forgotten the bawdy lyrics
that accompanied it. Still, it was a pretty tune and brought good times
filled with wenching, drinking and brawling to mind. It made a nice
break from all the memories of terrified women and the sobbing, broken
form of Drusilla when he'd turned her at long last.


Brooding wouldn't change it, and he had no intention of doing that
again anytime soon.


For a moment, his mind threw the image of that girl from the other
night...what was her name? Josie, wasn't it? at him. He shrugged it off
uncomfortably. She hadn't died or anything. And worse things could have
happened to her. The little slut should know better than to have sex
with total strangers behind clubs late at night. Really, he may have
done her a favor. Maybe next time she would get to know a fellow a bit
before letting him poke her.


The sound of a scuffle up the road broke his train of thought. A good
dust up sounded just the thing.


He quickly realized both were vampires. That made him smile. No holds
barred. That was how he liked his fights.


He decided to join in the fun.


*****


Buffy slipped the pictures into her dresser again, and climbed back
into bed seconds before Giles opened the door.


"You and Leo have a nice talk?"


"I'm not sure 'nice' is the word. Bloody painful and embarrassing seems
closer to the mark."


"Poor Rupert. Why don't you come to bed now?"


He smiled wryly at her.


"I thought I was meant to be the one taking care of you tonight."


"I thought it was kind of a case of we take care of each other. Y'know;
my day's been crappy, your day's been crappy, so we cuddle up and try
to take each other's minds off how crappy things are."


"So cuddling's involved in this pursuit of non-crappiness, is it?"


"And kisses. Lots of kisses."


Giles made sure the door was locked, then undressed and got into bed
next to Buffy. He ran his fingers down her cheek and kissed her gently.


"I'm sorry about your father, luv. And about those wretched pictures."


Buffy wrinkled her brow and blinked hard.


"Could we maybe not talk about that stuff right now? I'd kinda like to
forget for tonight."


She turned her luminous eyes to his.


"Make me forget? Please?"


Giles leaned on his elbow and stroked back the hair from her brow.
Without another word, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her
deeply. Buffy's arms slid up around his neck. She welcomed his tongue
between her lips, caressing it with her own.


A soft moan rose from Buffy's throat as Giles' lips and tongue
continued to tease her.


"Shhh, luv," he murmured against her lips. "Everybody's in. We've got to be a bit quiet."


"It's hard to be quiet, Rupert. You make me feel so good."


He chuckled softly and kissed her again.


"Do try, luv."


"Okay. But I'm not making any promises."


With that, she nipped his chin and began to work her kisses down his
throat.


She smiled when he couldn't repress a groan.


*****


Angel grabbed the darker combatant because he was closer, rather than
from any idea that he was more likely to be in the wrong on the
altercation. A quick knee to the kidneys, a twist of the boy's arm
until bone crunched, and one brawler was down. He turned to face the
other only to discover Spike grinning at him.


"Nicely done, Angelus. Y'know, if it's been anyone else beating the
crap out of that little poofter, I might be upset just now. I'd been
looking forward to leaving him a bloody mess. But you...well, if the
Great Poofini has left the building, I'm all for it."


Angel stalked toward his childe. Spike's brow wrinkled in confusion.


"Come on, boyo, I know you've got plenty left," Angel taunted.


"What're you talking about? Have you gone round the twist?"


The younger vampire backed up slowly. He decided Angel must need
placating.


"Look, I didn't touch the Slayer or her Watcher, not since the night I
gave him that shiner. And I hardly nicked anything when I left, I
swear. I'll even give some of it back, if you want, but not the book.
I've just got to the bit where the detective is gathering all the
suspects in the library to tell them who the murderer is. Tell you
what, I don't need to know whodunnit. Enough for me to know someone
died painfully, right?"


"Spike?"


"Yeah?"


"Shut up and let's go get a drink."


Spike felt confused, but this was better than getting beaten up, so he
decided to go with the flow.


"Yeah, all right."


But before he went, Spike took his duster back from the groaning
Parker.


"Serves you right, you wanker! Stealin' from those who can kick you
sorry ass."


With a vicious kick for good measure, Spike pulled on his coat and
followed Angel.


*****


"Rupert," Buffy whimpered as he slid into her slick passage.


He bent down to kiss her deeply, swallowing both their cries. A part of
him longed to give full voice to his passion and allow Buffy to do the
same. Part of him wanted the whole damn house to know precisely what
was going on in the room; that he was bedding his lovely young wife and
she loved it.


Buffy reached up to stroke his cheek as he filled her with his manhood.


"If Ms. Pennybitch showed up now, we'd have her off our backs," she
giggled.


Giles kissed her palm and gave a silent laugh.


"We might invite her next time, though I generally prefer to work
without an audience."


He rocked into her deeply. She gasped and pulled his hips closer. There
was no more conversation. Neither could concentrate on coherent speech
in the midst of their pleasure.


Buffy buried her face in Giles' shoulder to stifle her groans and tiny
cries. He, in turn, bit his lip in his attempts to remain silent. She
felt so sweet to him; warm, soft, inviting, and so very, very wet. Her
deceptively delicate hands were strong as well as soft against his
sensitive buttocks. Whenever he lifted his face from hers for a moment


between kisses, her eyes met his shining with love and desire, and


absolute trust.


Giles clenched his jaw to remain quiet, even as he began to drive
deeper and harder into his love. She met and accepted his strong
strokes with passion. Her moans grew louder, her few words incoherent
.

"Yes...Rupert...oh...oh...oh yes!"


She tightened convulsively around him, drawing him deeper into her
womb. Claiming him, heart and soul. He gave himself willingly. His
frantic thrusts drove her over the edge a second time just as the first
wave of his seed gushed from him to fill her. Despite his best efforts,
Giles couldn't entirely contain the cry that erupted from his throat.


Their movements slowed, rocking to a gentle halt. Giles turned them so
they lay on their sides, still intimately entwined, and kissed her
again and again. Her soft hands slid up his back as she returned his
passion.


Whatever fate might have in store for them, both knew they would face
it together.


And in that moment, both felt certain of victory.


*****


Xander was startled by the strangled shout that rose from the room
below. He sat up and looked around in some confusion. Anya opened one
eye blearily.


"What?" she asked.


"An, did you hear something?"


"I heard you sitting up and making the bed move. It woke me up."


"Sorry about that, but I meant more of a noise from somewhere else in
the house."


"Don't be ridiculous, Xander. This is a very old house. It probably
makes noises all on its own. That's why, once we can move out, I
suggest we get a brand new house. Maybe on a cul-de-sac."


"It wasn't a house noise. It was more of a person noise. Maybe a Giles
noise."


"Maybe he had a bad dream."


"Or maybe Buffy is killing him as we speak. Y'know, over that whole gay
thing."


He clambered out of bed.


"I think I'd better see what's going on."


As his hand reached for the doorknob, Xander had a thought. What with
Buffy's revelation, he decided it might not be wise to wear nothing but
his boxers to save Giles in. He grabbed a baggy pair of jeans and a
heavy sweatshirt and put them on before heading downstairs.


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