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CONTENT: oral sex
SUMMARY: Giles gets an unusual proposition from Spike. Done for summer_of_giles
SPOILERS: references some things from the comics.
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Length: 814 words.
Giles settled down in his study. He lifted a cup of tea to his lips and sipped it slowly. He caught sight of himself in an elegant filigreed mirror that hung on the wall and he stared at the middle-aged face that stared back at him. The eyes were much older, much more shadowed. He'd gone through essentially two lifetimes, since he was brought back from death into his much younger self. He was so weary. So tired of his duties. Buffy had died a few years ago and there were so few other Slayers left in the world to watch. He'd done too much, seen too much, and he was tired. He just wanted to lay it all down. Maybe find a little sweetness in what was left of his life.
But really, what was there for him? Who was there that would understand his weariness, his heartache? He let his mind wander back to a brief time when there was someone. In his first life, when he'd thrown caution to the wind and let himself seek pure carnal pleasure with someone who understood. Though he doubted Buffy would have understood what he did.
The blond vampire in his bathtub had been quite a trial, at first. He had endless loud requests for blood and to watch his television programmes. But soon enough he added another routine to his patter. He made all sorts of sexual remarks--- that he found Giles sexy, that he could do wonderful things with his mouth, wouldn't Giles prefer a chained vampire in his bed instead of his bathtub, and so forth.
Finally Giles succumbed to all the innuendo and unchained Spike's legs and dragged him by the chain upstairs. He chained him to the bed, leaving his legs free. He moved onto the bed and straddled Spike, pushing up his shirt and teasing his nipples. He was going to take Spike at his word about all the marvelous things his mouth could do, and he was intent on his own pleasure for now. He felt powerful again, virile again, and when he unzipped his fly he was already hard. He growled a little and moved further up Spike's body, ignoring the vampire's smirk and pushing the head of his cock against Spike's lips. Spike opened his lips and began to lick slowly around the head of Giles' cock. Giles had to gasp a bit as Spike's very long tongue kept finding all the right spots. Giles moved up closer still, forcing his cock bit by bit into Spike's very willing mouth. That wicked tongue kept licking and curling on Giles' shaft. Spike sucked in his cheeks and began to work on Giles' cock with incredible skill. Giles had never felt anything so good. Spike looked up at Giles, letting his pleasure at this show in his lovely blue eyes. Giles groaned as he met Spike's eyes and he began to move in and out of Spike's mouth, slowly, drawing out the pleasure. Even with the best of his control, though, he couldn't last too long in that exquisite mouth. He pushed in hard and let his climax come, his seed forced down Spike's throat.
Spike was smirking again as Giles pulled out. "That all you want?" he asked.
"Not by half," Giles said. "I have plans for you tonight." He unbuttoned Spike's jeans and removed his boots, starting to work the jeans down. It was just the beginning of a decadent and debauched night, one of many to come...
As if summoned by his thoughts, a platinum-haired figure stepped out of the shadows and into his study. "Watcher," he said, with a slight smile and a tilt of his head.
"Spike," Giles said. "You're back on Earth, then?" It was a banal question to ask, evidently he was back on Earth, but Giles couldn't think of what to say.
"Yeah." He stepped a little closer. "Came here for you. You know, you look just like you did that time in Sunnydale. Touch of grey, very distinguished. Still sexy."
Giles coughed. He wasn't comfortable with flattery, especially from Spike. Then the rest of what he said penetrated. "Came here...for me?"
"C'mon, Watcher, you must be ready to retire by now. You've served longer than any two Watchers. I can show you the stars and we can shag like rabbits. I've been alone too long and I know you have." Spike stepped closer still and stroked a hand along his cheek.
"It is tempting." Giles was surprised at himself. He felt excited at the prospect. Something new, something different, and someone to share it with. He knew how he and Spike were together in bed.
"You can even take your books." Spike gave an impish grin.
Giles found himself smiling back. "Done." He didn't know what would happen with Spike, but he did know he no longer felt weary.