The Games We Play

Author: jenny

Site: Love That Dares  www.lovethatdares.com

Pairing:  It appears to be Spike/Giles, but it's not.

Rating: NC17. Graphic m/m slash, male rape, violent sex.  (Eventually)

Disclaimer:  The usual, I don't own them.

Dedication:  To my beta Adsum who was totally conned into the job by me saying there were hardly any errors…!

Feedback:  Absolutely

Summary:  What do you do to keep 'life' interesting after one hundred and thirty years of it?

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~Part: 1~

Spike sat on the stairs looking around the Magic Shop.  He had to admire the old demon; she knew how to bring in the punters.  The place had a business-like air that it had never had under the Watcher's ownership.  He liked it.  If you had to work, which thank the undead he didn't, then you might as well do it properly.

He watched the children milling around and chatting.  He had never felt so content in his entire life.  Since Buffy had come back, things had been very, very good for Spike.  He shifted on the stairs imperceptibly; he was a bit sore, very hard, and feeling like a quick wank and a cigarette.  He considered going out into the back alley and using his favourite spot on some comfortable boxes he'd found there, but the others had started coming out occasionally and he couldn't risk it.  So he just sat there and enjoyed his discomfort.

The door jingled and Buffy and Dawn came into the shop.  Spike gave her a quick look to assess her mood.  He was wary of her since she had confessed to him that she thought she had been in heaven.  He didn't have much experience of heaven and didn't know what to say to her half the time.  But then talking had never been the attraction of their relationship.  Dawn spotted him immediately and came to sit beside him.

`Where have you been?  You are always off somewhere these days, Spike.'

`Sorry little bit, had business.'

The demon, not looking up from the till that Spike suspected she preferred fondling to Harris, huffed slightly.  `Must be important business then Spike, you've been away every weekend for the last two months.'

Spike didn't like the way this conversation was going and tried to change the subject.  `So, little bit, what yer doin'?'

`What's that?'

`Nothing, Pet.  Fell off me bike.' Spike pulled the collar of his duster higher over the wound in his neck which Dawn was trying to see better.  He glanced nervously at Buffy.  She'd know what it was, she'd know very well so he didn't want her to see it.  Fortunately she was talking to the demon and wasn't concentrating on him.

`It can't possibly be mailed.  It might get lost.  It's far too valuable and dangerous.'  They seemed to be arguing over a small amulet that Anya was holding in the palm of her hand.  Buffy took it off her and held it up to the light.

`Maybe you could get a courier to take it.  Giles is paying anyway isn't he?'

Spike watched the lights glinting on the green gems embedded around the rim.  Dawn hopped up and went to have a closer look.

`What is it Anya?'

`It's the Bethesden, an ancient amulet supposed to have great power. Although I can't get it to do anything.  It's Giles'.  He forgot it and now he wants it.  Or the Council wants it or something.  Anyway, he's told me to get it to him the safest way, no expense spared.'

`Is it safe to touch, Buffy?'

`No Dawn, leave it alone, I don't trust it.  You can't use a courier, Anya.  If it's as powerful as Giles says, he'll just have to come back for it.'

Spike heard the longing behind this declaration.  `He's gone Slayer. He's not coming back for you.'

She rounded on him.  `You don't know that.  He could come back for this.'

`Whatever.'  Spike shrugged in an irritating fashion.  He never got into an argument with her these days.  She only did it to provoke a response, and he didn't need to respond to her like that anymore.  He decided to take his cock back to his crypt and see to it.  And he had a phone call to make; he made a lot of phone calls these days.

He slipped out of the shop and walked slowly back through the town, enjoying strolling alone in the warm night air.  He stopped at a street cafe and ordered coffee, changed his mind and ordered tea instead then got out his new cellphone.  It had been a present.  He checked his watch.  Another present.  He'd had lots of presents recently, it was rather nice.  He had a long conversation while he drank the strange cold stuff they had brought him instead of tea and reluctantly rang off when he saw the battery getting low.  His cock was threatening him with dire punishment if it didn't get a bit of attention, so he paid and carried on back home.  Home.  It was beginning to look more like a home now.  He'd done some digging and added new stuff.  Again, more presents.  He sat down on one of the presents and stretched his hands out over the covers.  This bed was going to get a lot of use sometime soon.

These separations almost killed him, but they had both agreed to it, for now.  It was all too difficult at the moment for them to open themselves up to public comment and criticism.  So they kept their affair secret and reveled in this privacy.

He kicked off his boots and took off his jeans, wandering around for a while with his erection swaying out in front of him.  He'd promised during the call that he'd do this and fingered his watch as he walked, thinking of when they had bought it together.  Eventually he could stand it no longer.  He lay on his back on the bed and put his hand down to his shaft.  He'd been told to imagine another hand there, so he did and found this incredibly erotic.  As he pulled on his penis, he thought about the other things that he had been asked to do.  Could he do it?  He thought over their discussion, pictured that voice telling him the things he had to do, hearing the arousal behind the words.  He'd been amused at first and then excited, but now he was worried.  Did he really want to do this?

The answer came to him in a rush of cum so violent that it shot up and hit his face.

Spike lay in the wet patch he'd made. He pressed his face to it and smelt deeply. He'd promised this too.

So the next day he walked into the Magic Shop and announced to the demon, `I'll take it.  The amulet.  You pay my ticket and I'll take it.'

There was silence and all eyes were on him.  He just smiled sweetly and repeated his offer.  `I'll take the amulet to England.'

`Why would you want to do that?'  The demon was suspicious.

`Why not?  Haven't been home much, thought it would be nice.  Getting a free ticket an' all.  Oh and I want business class at least.'

`Huh...' Spike could see she was tempted.  Then Harris interjected.

`Hey, this isn't one of those ring things is it?  Spike can't use this amulet to go `grr' again, can he?'

No one knew.  Buffy kept quiet.

Anya said she'd ask Giles.

By the afternoon she had an answer: no, Spike could not use it and yes, let him bring it if he wanted to.

Anya asked when he wanted to leave.  He risked a small glance at Buffy but she said nothing and continued to study a small split in one nail.

`Whenever, I've nothing else to do.'

So by the next morning, with a dint of careful timing to take allowance for sunlight, Spike caught the plane to England.

Buffy and Dawn took him to the airport and perhaps it was Dawn's presence that inhibited Buffy slightly because Spike thought she seemed low and thoughtful.

He landed at night, which was ideal, made his way to the underground, into London and out on the train to Bath.

Anya had worried for hours about how he would carry this priceless and powerful object, had wrapped it, packed it and obsessed over it. Spike unpacked it, unwrapped it and stuffed it in the pocket of his duster with his cigarettes.  He'd never lost them, had he?

He sat on the train as it whisked him through the dark English night.  Was he nervous?  He smiled at his lack of reflection in the train window.  Not the slightest.  He was excited...he felt invigorated, loved and in love.  He put his hand over the watch again, his talisman and brought his lover into the carriage with him, imagining his hand stroking over that soft skin, softness surprising in a fighter.

Bad decision.

Now he was hard and desperate as usual, and no willing tongue or lips to bring him off.

When the train pulled into the station he stretched, got his bag from the rack and made his way to the platform.  He looked around at the milling passengers and grinned to himself.  He fitted in, everyone else was pale too.  If he had seen the looks people gave him behind his back he might have questioned this assumption.  You don't see many leather-clad, stunning, peroxide blonds in Bath, particularly not male ones.

He went off the platform and out to the taxi rank.  He was tired now, very tired.  He'd been traveling all the previous day, all night and felt hungry too.  You can hardly carry or acquire fresh blood of any variety when you travel.  Not with a chip anyway.  Had been easy once, but not now.

He looked with dismay at the queue for taxis.  It was pouring down with rain and for the first time, he almost wished he'd said no to the sexy, provocative voice on the other end of the phone.

'Spike.'

When he heard that low, cultured voice though, his doubts slipped away.

'Hello, I thought I'd meet your train.  The car's in the car park.' Giles pushed himself off the wall where he'd been waiting for the train and came over to Spike.  For Giles, it was like walking towards a little slice of Sunnydale, of America, of the old life.  Spike, of course, had not changed at all.  He was exactly the same: same hair, same clothes and same face.  He had a new watch he noticed, but other than that, no change.

'You look well.'

'Always, Pet.'

'No…really well, better.'  Neither of them felt comfortable referring openly to the time of Glory or the time after…

'Yeah, well, she's back, isn't she?'  Spike did not elaborate on why exactly this had changed his life for the better so dramatically.

'How've you been then?'

'Oh, you know…drinking lots of tea and not quite shagging…no change.'

Spike laughed.  He was surprised that Giles had remembered that jibe.

They walked into the rain towards the car and climbed in.

'Far?'

'Not at all, but the traffic may be bad.'

So they started towards Giles' flat.  Spike looked out of the window, running his hands through his wet hair.

'Nice watch, new?'

'Um.'  He didn't want to bring the giver of his watch in here, now. It was too special, too secret, too exciting.  But the comment made him smile and harden even more.

'Bath's changed a bit.'

'Oh yes?  When were you last here?'

'Eighteen sixty…ish.  Not too sure of the exact year.'

'Oh.'  Giles wished he hadn't asked.  It was all too easy to forget that the creature you had sitting next to you was not a handsome, slim, young man, but an ancient, undead demon.

And did he just call Spike handsome?

Maybe Giles was just seeing things through new eyes, maybe coming back to England had made him reassess his definition of what was good looking.

Within fifteen minutes they were pulling into a side street next to an elegant block of Georgian flats.  They retrieved Spike's bag from the boot and made their way up the stairs.

The flat was very Giles: dark, gloomy and cluttered.  Spike felt quite at home.  He wandered around picking things up and putting them down in the wrong place.  Giles tried very hard not to follow him around and replace all his carefully arranged objects.

'Drink?'

'Yeah…err…'

'I've got some in for you.'

'Thanks ever so.'  If Giles heard Spike mimicry of his accent he didn't comment.  Perhaps Spike was merely fitting in, dropping the false working-class slang he'd affected all these years.

He sat down on one of the leather couches and waited patiently for Giles to bring the drinks.

'Err, I'm sorry Spike, I don't have a microwave, can you have it cold?  I could heat it in a saucepan?'

'Cold's fine.   Anything.'

They sat in silence for a while, Spike sipping his cold blood, Giles his whisky.

'One of those going too?'

'Help yourself.'

So Spike did, a triple, which he downed in one.  He was feeling better now, more focused.

'Have you got it?'

'Course.'

Spike fished in his pocket and produced the amulet and chucked it across to Giles.

'Good grief, Spike.  Do you have any idea how much this is worth?'

'Nope, it's here, isn't it?'

Giles took it reverently and disappeared into his room to put it away.

'Right then, I'll be off Pet.'

'Oh…' a disembodied voice floated out of the other room.  '…I thought you'd stay.  At least one night…I've made up a bed for you.'

If Spike smiled with a low, quiet smile, Giles didn't see it.

'Okay Watcher.  One night maybe.  I'm knackered.'

'Well, you're in here then.'  Spike followed Giles into the second bedroom.  A large antique bed with an iron rail almost filled the room.

'The bathroom is there and I've put out some towels for you.  Well. Sleep well.  I'll see you some time tomorrow.  Maybe we can chat a bit then, catch up on what's happening at home…err, in Sunnydale.'

'Sure.'

'Spike pulled his shirt over his head, seemingly oblivious to Giles who was still in the doorway watching.  He undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them.  Then he turned to Giles.  'When do you get up then?'

'Up!'

'Yes, up.  You.  When?'

Was Giles thinking of something else?  Is that why he seemed to misunderstand Spike's simple question?  Was he looking at Spike's flawless skin, his perfectly toned muscles and the way his cheekbones reflected the light when he stood in profile?

'Earth to Giles…what time shall I get up, in the morning?'

'Oh, no need, sleep on.  I have a few things to do, but I'll try not to disturb you.  Do Vampires get jet lag?  Anyway, there's blood in the fridge, help yourself; there's plenty more where that came from. Goodnight.'  And with that, he left.  Hastily.

Spike smiled and headed to the bathroom.  The water was lukewarm and dribbled out.  He sighed and climbed out.  He tried not to remember the last time he'd been in a shower, but he couldn't help it.  He remembered the power of the water cascading over them both, the feel of that skin under his hands, the sounds of low moaning and gasping as his thrusting had brought them both the sweet the release they craved.

His penis bounced against his stomach.  He walked slowly back to his room rubbing his hair vigorously with a towel and bumped into Giles heading in for a bath.

Spike knew that Giles didn't know where to look.

'Sorry luv, been living on my own too long.  Got out of the habit of wearing stuff.'

Giles, trying hard not to look down at Spike's swaying erection, felt a bit abashed at this.  He had lived alone his whole life but was dressed in heavy, striped-flannelette pyjamas.

'Quite, alright.  Goodnight then,'

'Night.'  Again, if Spike grinned at this little encounter, then it was hidden from Giles as he passed by to continue on to the bathroom.  Spike lay on the bed and finally allowed himself the pleasant relief he'd been looking forward to the whole trip.  He rummaged in his bag and brought out a tub of vanilla hand lotion.  It had been a joke between them.  Everything he did in England had to smell of vanilla.  They'd bought two tubs, one to stay for use at home, one to come here to England, a link across the miles.

He got a small amount onto his hand and started where he always liked to, gently fondling his balls, rubbing them together in his sac.  He looked at his watch and wondered if somewhere, many miles away, someone was lying in a bed missing him.  He hoped so.

When he was ready, he worked up to his penis, running his hands up and down the cool shaft for a while, imagining it buried deep in tight walls.  He knew he was going to cum far sooner than he'd wanted.  He felt the familiar swelling, felt the sperm rushing past under his hand, put his worn tee shirt up and caught the explosive jet in the black folds, milking himself until he felt pleasantly drained.  He turned over on his stomach, stretched to the four corners of the bed and started to drift off to sleep.  He had intended to think about Sunnydale for a while, but didn't.  He fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

He awoke to the sound of a Hoover being run around the flat.  He smiled, turned over and thought through his reason for being here. He pulled on his jeans and leaving the top button undone as usual, wandered out, trying to flatten his hair.

'Morning.'

'Err, it's four in the afternoon, Spike.'

'Oh, sorry.'

'Tea?'

'Yeah, and…'

'Help yourself to both then.'  Giles couldn't take his eyes off Spike.  His jeans barely clung to his hips, threatening at each step to slip to the floor.  He swore he could see a few wisps of dark hair escaping from the opening.  But then he wasn't looking, was he?

'Did you sleep well?'

'Oh yeah.  Like the dead.'

'So, Spike, do you have any plans while you are in England?  When do you go back?'

'Trying to get rid of me already?'

'Lord, no.  I mean…you are welcome to stay here if you want.'

'Thank you, then I might.  Couple of nights anyway.'

'I was also wondering if you'd like to go out tonight.  For a meal. Do you eat?  I know some vampires don't.'

'Yeah, I eat.  What did you have in mind?'

'Oh, I know some lovely pubs around here, in the villages or by the canal.'

'Okay, you choose.  So…what shall we do now?'

Spike had come back into the sitting room and stood sipping his blood as he watched Giles hoover and tidy.

'Well, you could watch TV for a bit, if you want.'

'Yeah…what's on…got any snacks?'  Giles smiled at Spike's sudden enthusiasm and threw him the remote control, going into the kitchen to fetch some snacks.

They sat together watching the Tellytubbies for a while.

'Something else?'

'Oh yeah.'

But being England, and half past four, there was nothing else on.  So they turned it off and Spike sat sideward in the couch, his leg bent up to face Giles.  It caused the zip on his jeans to slide down slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.

'So, what's the news from Sunnydale?  How are they all…Buffy?'

Spike didn't really want to discuss Buffy with Giles but knew he had to say something.  'She's fine.  A bit sad sometimes, but fine.'

'Willow?'

Spike only looked at Giles with a raised eyebrow and they had a moment of complete understanding and agreement.

'Quite.  Xander, Anya?'

'Engaged.'

'Well that was unexpected.  Not!  Dawn?'

Spike smiled…it was the first genuine smile Giles had seen since Spike arrived.  It made him look so human.  Giles could have cried for the waste.

'She's fine.  She doesn't understand the long term consequences of what's been done.'

'Again, quite.  Any news from LA?'

'None.  So what time shall we go out?'

'Oh, not too early, eight?'

Spike looked at him and raised one eyebrow.  'So, what shall we do to fill the time?'

Giles heard a distinct groan in his head.  He wanted to let the groan out.  He felt a tension in his body that he couldn't identify or explain.  He felt scratchy, restless, like he wanted loud music or a fast drive in a topless car, something, anything…he had to be satisfied with fetching them both a whisky.  As he passed it to Spike their hands touched briefly.  Spike kept his eyes fixed on Giles' and left his hand there a little too long.  Maybe he was just getting a good grip on his glass.

'So…'  Spike took the glass and rested his hand on the open front of his jeans, '…how have you been, Watcher?'

'Fine, fine.'  Giles hoped the moment of confusion had passed.  'Bit quiet sometimes.'

'Uh huh.  As you said then, lots of tea but no shagging.'  His hand slipped lower.

'Is it hot in here?  I'll turn the heating down a bit I think.'  As he went to get up, Spike laid a hand on his knee.

'I like it hot.'  He did not remove his hand.  One hand on the open front of his jeans, one hand on Giles' knee.

'Come on, Pet.  Fess up.  What's the love life like then?  Lots of nice girls in Bath?'

'Err…not really.'  He moved his knee away and Spike smiled.

But Giles effectively turned the tables on him.  'What about you then?  Still in the crypt on your own?'

Spike started to study his nail, not catching Giles' eye.  'Yep, that's me.  No change there.'

Giles thought it time to end this conversation.  It had disturbed him in more ways than one.  It had highlighted what he felt was his great weakness and it had given him the distinct impression that Spike was lying about something important.

'Well, maybe we should go out a bit earlier.  By the time we get there, and then closing time is eleven…I'll take a shower I think.'

He had only been under the water a few moments when he heard the door being opened.

'Hey, Watcher, thought you might like another of these.'  Spike handed him a whisky around the curtain then stayed there, leaning on the wall sipping his.

'Err…do you mind Spike.'

'Nope.'

'Well, I do.'

'Mind if I use the phone then, while you're in here.'

Giles was thankful to get rid of him.  'No, please do…the States?'

'Yeah, that okay?'

'Of course.'

He had kept his back to Spike the whole of this conversation.  He was acutely embarrassed.  He wondered how his body looked to someone else.  He'd had no feedback on that since…Jenny.  He looked down. His penis was flaccid and still as always.  It was the thing that embarrassed him the most.  He felt despondent and old suddenly.  Life didn't seem to hold out any promises anymore.  No excitements.  It was what he thought he'd wanted.  Now he was not so sure.  Spike being here had brought all the old life back to him.  Buffy, like a light in darkness, Willow with her funny ways, Xander, almost like a son to him sometimes, Dawn…sweet Dawn.  Like most of us, he remembered the good times and conveniently glossed over the demons and death and endless fighting.  He even remembered some of that with fondness.  He had been alive, needed.  He had no pleasure left in his shower and climbed out, wrapping a towel firmly round his waist.  He walked quietly to his bedroom but stopped as he heard a low voice in the sitting room.  Spike had his back to the door and was clearly not aware that Giles was there, listening.

His voice was light, it was happy.  Giles' eyes widened.  Spike's voice was full of love and longing.  It was obvious in his every word, in the way he sat, in the way he cradled the handset.  Spike was in love.  Giles felt guilty, listening.  But he couldn't help it – he had never heard Spike like this before.

'Yeah…I got here last night…me too…nah, no time yet…of course…you didn't…bloody hell, you wait till I get home…I'll put you over my lap and bloody spank you…oh yeah…you and whose army…well…yeah…point taken… but I won't go down easily…alright I do go down easily…but…no…maybe… what are you doing now…fuck…do it again…oh god…no more…don't tell me… god you're so far away…love me?…course I do…you know that….yeah well… I didn't know before…but when you…repercussions and all that…well it all changed didn't it…yeah I know Pet…how's the others…good…no I don't send my love to 'em…I'm a frigging demon…stop forgetting that… yeah…gotta go…love ya…no you…you…no…okay…you…hah…see ya…'

Giles slipped quietly away to his room.  He was worried.  Deeply worried.  He had the distinct impression that Spike had been talking to Buffy.  He couldn't have rightly said why he thought this, except he knew that Spike thought himself to be in love with Buffy and who ever he had been talking to, he clearly loved.  Giles was in no doubt about that.  He had not had much experience of it himself, but he could hear it in others.  Spike was deeply in love, and it seemed as if someone returned that love.  And Buffy was vulnerable.  Buffy was not quite 'Buffy' these days.

He sat on his bed wondering what he could do or say.  He was glad they were going out, it might give him an opportunity to raise his concerns in a public arena where he would feel safer.  Did he fear Spike or just fear the answers he might give?

He heard Spike running a bath and heard him get in it, heard pleasant, low singing.  It distracted him.  He found himself wanting to go and speak to him now and was confused as to his motives for this.  He went out into the hall and looked towards the bathroom. The door had been left wide open. He moved slowly towards it.  Felt himself being drawn.  He stood to one side and looked in.  Spike appeared to be asleep, his head thrown back resting on the bath, his feet propped up on the taps, one arm dangling down, holding an empty glass.  Giles stood looking at him for some time.

'Like what you see, Watcher?'

Giles jumped.  Bloody Vampire senses.

'Err…I need to speak to you, Spike.'

'Ohh, am I in trouble, Daddy?'

Giles realised his voice must have sounded pompous and censorious. That would not be a good way to start.

Spike suddenly lifted himself out of the water and padded naked and wet over to the towel rail.  Giles beat a hasty retreat.

'Tonight.  Maybe we should leave it to tonight.'

''K Pet.' Spike wandered back to his room.  He dressed carefully in his black leather jeans and white shirt.  He'd been instructed to wear this, so he did.  He wanted to phone home again and describe how he looked, how he felt and hear that voice again.  He knew the effect he would have, knew it would lead to them having desperate phone sex, both trying to come without each other's hands and lips and smell and skin.  They'd had a lot of phone sex recently.  It was something they could both do in snatched moments, surrounded as they were by the others.

When they were ready, Giles wanted to take a taxi, said he wouldn't risk drinking and driving.  Spike called him a wuss and said drinking improved his driving.  So the presence of the driver put paid to any conversation they might have had on intimate issues.  They kept up a light easy chatter and Giles discovered that Spike was a charming, witty and engaging companion.  When he wanted to be.  Seemed he wanted to be tonight.

They climbed into the dark hills surrounding Bath, through tiny villages and hamlets, eventually stopping outside a low, rambling, thatched building.

'Nice.'

'It used to be a Coaching Inn.  It's Thirteenth Century.'

'Even older than me!'

Again, why did Giles resent Spike reminding him of his unnatural, undead status?

They walked into the low ceilinged building.  For the first time, Giles saw the effect that Spike had on the local population.  All eyes turned to them.  All eyes turned to Spike.  Oblivious of the effect he was having, he sauntered up to the bar and started discussing the beers with the bartender.

'What do you want, Watcher?  I'm buying.'

'You're buying?  Well, that's a first.'

'Well, I'm in funds, so take advantage of it.'

'How…I mean, where did you get money?'

'Flogged the business class ticket and came buss.'

'What!'

'Come on Giles…drink…what?'

'Well, as I seem to be paying anyway, I'll have a pint of Theakstons.'

They took their drinks to a table by the fire.  Spike shrugged off his duster and Giles could feel all eyes on them again.

'Don't worry, Luv.  They'll think I'm your son or something.'

'Son?'

'Don't worry about everyone looking at us…they won't think we're gay.'

'I should jolly well think not!'

Spike only looked at him though covered lids as he sipped his beer. Then he moved his knee to rest it against Giles'.  'If we were gay, I'd be touching you up like this.'

Giles moved his leg sharply away.  Spike raised his eyebrow with a seductive smile.

'Now they think we're just having a lover's quarrel.'

'Spike…shut up…I had quite enough of your sense of humour when I was in Sunnydale, I don't have to put up with it now.'

'Oh, lighten up Giles.  I'm only having some fun.  When you're as old as I am and seen what I've seen, you've gotta keep having fun.'

'Spike, don't over-egg how old you are, you are only a hundred and thirty or so, humans can quite easily live to ninety these day.  So there's not that much difference.'

'Yeah, good point, good point.  But remember, out of that ninety years, you've gotta take off the first eighteen  - no fun there, no money and too much doing as yer told.  Then the other end you've gotta take off forty years or so – no fun to be had past fifty.  So, what does that leave you?  Thirty years when you've got jobs and mortgages, marriage, children, all tying you down – not much fun to be had there either.  So when do humans actually have fun?  Maybe that one gap year before it all turns to shit.  Well, I've lived that gap year one hundred and thirty times.  No job, no responsibilities, freedom, fun.  So I need to try new things occasionally…do stuff to keep having fun.'  As he said this last he moved his knee back to rest against Giles'.  Before Giles could pull his knee away, Spike followed up with a quiet comment, 'you'd make a good vampire, Giles.'

Giles was so shocked at this he forgot to move his knee.  'Me!  I hardly think so.'

'Yeah, you would…I've often thought about doing it.'

Giles felt it getting incredibly hot in the room.  He was distinctly aware he was sweating a bit and knew that Spike would be able to detect it.  'You've thought about turning me?'

'Umm…I have.'

'Why, for God's sake?'

'Can't you picture it?  The bite, the long sucking, the feeding…think Giles…never getting older…the power.'

'Yes, and being a reanimated corpse walking round because you've got a demon in you.'

'Well yeah, there is that, point taken.'

Fortunately the girl came over with menus and asked if they were eating.  Spike immediately moved his leg away from Giles and switched his attentions to her.  Giles could see she was completely taken in, flattered and attracted.  Spike was then engrossed with ordering.  He wanted ribs as a starter, steak and kidney pudding and spotted dick with custard for pudding.  He managed to keep a straight face as he ordered this last.   He then got up and bought three bags of crisps and a packet of dry roasted peanuts to keep himself going while he waited.  Giles ordered a light ham salad.

'How on earth do you eat all that?  I mean…' Giles waved his hand vaguely indicating Spike's lean body.  'It's hardly fair and it's not like you…you know.'

'Sure don't.'

'So where does it all go?'

'Well I've got this theory,' Spike had recently had this exact conversation with someone else who had been jealous of his ability to eat enormous quantities of calories without putting on any weight and smiled to himself, remembering how he had pretended to pinch some fat and how he'd been given a mock staking for it.  'You know if you stake me I go all…poof.'

'Yes, of course.'

'Well, that must be the demon in me…I'm not real.'  Spike seemed unconcerned admitting this.

'I don't follow you, Spike.'

'Well I reckon there must be a demon in my belly going…' Spike illustrated his theory with rapid staking motions of one hand.  This, needless to say, got a few raised eyebrows from some of the punters who were continuing to watch this rather strange couple.  '…like this to all the food and it just goes…poof too.'

'And you thought that up all by yourself did you, Spike?  Do you think you may have too much time on you hands?'

Spike just gave him a cheeky smile and winked at him.  'Maybe.'

The food arrived and that occupied him for about five minutes.  Giles had never seen anyone eat so fast.  Spike seemed to be reading his mind because he just gave a feral smile and said, 'it's a predator thing.  You've got to be quick or the others will get it.'

By this time they'd had another couple of pints each.  Giles was feeling very relaxed and more than ready to initiate the conversation about Buffy, but Spike suddenly spotted a darts board and got up to have a game.  He got challenged by the in-house champion, agreed a sizable bet and took him on.

Giles had the ghastly vision of a riot occurring when Spike fleeced the local thugs of their money and decided to try and intervene.  He didn't need to worry.  Spike was on top form, charming everyone. Obviously he won.  He could hit bull's-eye every time with his eyes closed facing the other way.  But as he was more than willing to demonstrate this trick for everyone as often as they wanted it repeated and bought a round with his winnings, he had the locals eating out of his hand.

A few more pints got downed.  Giles wasn't sure if he could detect any change in Spike at all.  He felt quite drunk.  He felt loose and detached from reality, warm and easygoing.

So the opportunity to talk about Sunnydale and Buffy just never occurred.  Before he knew, it was closing time and Spike had to be dragged away from his new friends.  They piled into the taxi together.  Spike sat close to Giles, pressing his leg up against him.  Giles didn't feel like objecting, he felt very, very mellow. The tension that had been between them earlier was quite gone.  Giles found himself telling a funny story and felt witty and clever when Spike laughed.

He realised how much he had missed this…the company, the fun.

When they got back, Giles put the kettle on to make some tea and Spike hopped up onto the counter to watch him.

'Got anything to eat, Pet?'

'Spike, you've done nothing but eat all night.'

'Yeah, well.  I've gotta keep my strength up…you never know when I might need it.'  He raised an eyebrow and ran his tongue over his lips.

Giles felt himself flush.  He was feeling very strange.  There was something happening and he couldn't define what it was.  He felt detached from his usual self, daring and…something else.  Something physical.  His whole body felt tense, ready for action, as if he needed to fight something.  Suddenly Spike hopped down, 'well I'm off to bed.  Thanks for tonight, Pet, I enjoyed it.'

'Oh.'  Giles felt a profound sense of disappointment.  He'd thought they might sit a while and talk.  He'd thought they might play some music, relax together a bit.  'Goodnight then.'

Spike's absence left a cold vacuum in the room.  He felt bereft.

He pottered.  He tidied.  He reluctantly went to his room and got into his pyjamas.  By the time he'd done this, he'd worked himself up to thinking that he'd been cleverly fobbed off all night.  Spike had known he'd wanted to talk and he'd been effectively distracting him from the beginning.

Giles paced in his room for a while.  Then he silently opened his door and crossed the hall to Spike's room.  Just as last night in the bathroom, Spike had left the door wide open.  He stood looking at the Vampire on the bed.  Spike was unusually still, utterly silent.  It was hard to tell if he was asleep, he looked truly dead.

'Still like what you see?'

'Good God, Spike.  I nearly had a heart attack.  How did you know I was here?'

'You know how.'  Spike let the answer hang in the air.  Giles didn't pursue it.  He suspected it might have something to do with the totally unexpected and delightful erection he felt pushing up against the front of his pyjamas. He had not had an erection for many years. Not since…her.

Spike sat up, now clearly wide-awake.  Awake and naked.  Giles could see one lean hip as it stuck out from the sheet.

Spike lit a cigarette.  'Why don't you come in and sit for a while. We haven't had that talk yet.'

'Don't smoke in here please.  You'll set the detectors off.'

'Took the batteries out.'

'Oh.'

'Come on then, don't lurk.  I can't stand lurkers.'

Giles thought he detected a hint of irony in Spike's voice, but you could never really tell with this complex, intriguing Vampire.

And why had he just called Spike intriguing?   He'd never thought of him like that before.  Giles blamed it on his erection, which was draining blood from his brain.

As if Spike could read his mind, he suddenly said, 'don't be embarrassed,' but fortunately added, 'guess you couldn't wait till morning to have a little talk with ole Spikey.'

Giles came in and sat on the bed as far away from Spike as he could.

'So, Spike, about Buffy.'

Spike totally threw him by tipping his head on one side and asking gently, 'do you miss her?'

'Oh, I don't know.  I've been busy.  Council work.'

'Uh huh.'

'What?' he said evasively.

'Why are you lying, Rupert?'

Giles felt the whole conversation tipping rapidly into a place he didn't want to go.  Well, not when he was in his pyjamas, erect and sitting on a bed with a naked Spike.  Besides, he did not want to waste his first erection in over three years.  He wanted to go back to his room and enjoy it.  Again, as if reading his mind, Spike took a long, slow, sensual drag of his cigarette, his eyes half shut, squinting at Giles in a lazy way.  Then he stretched out his legs so they were flat on the bed.  His legs were flat but the sheet was not.  The sheet was very obviously tented over a very large erection.

Giles saw it without actually looking down.  He gave himself enormous credit for not glancing down, for keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Spike's face.

Did he see a slight smirk from Spike at this?

Spike's hand fell, as if unconsciously, onto his lap.

Giles had the bizarre experience of being able to feel that erection under his hand.  He was bewildered by this reaction.  He did not find men attractive sexually.  He had never ever thought about another man in a sexual way.  If he had of, it would most certainly not have been Spike.  Spike revolted him, annoyed him and scared him alternately. Spike represented chaos of thought and action.  Spike represented passion and unbridled lust.  Err…why did Giles just think that? Again, he blamed this on lack of blood in the brain.

'So.'  The quiet voice shocked him out of his revere.

'Err…'

'Giles…' Spike's voice was low, unhurried and confident.  '…I've come a long way, I'm still tired, shall we keep this conversation to the morning?'

'Oh, sorry…of course.'  Giles got to get up.

'I didn't say anything about you leaving.'

~Part: 2~

Giles paused in the act of standing up, felt awkward hovering, so sat back down.

'Sorry?'

'Come on Giles.  You have a little problem there that I guarantee you'd enjoy more if I took care of it for you.'

'Spike, I really don't think…'

'Exactly…don't think…let you mind shut down for once…don't think about this…just do…do what you want for once…here…does this help you decide?'

Spike let the sheet slip a tiny fraction and Giles saw the bright red mushroom shaped tip of Spike's cock appear against his tight belly.

It was the first erect penis he had ever seen, other than his own of course, and he hadn't seen that for far too long.  If Giles hadn't have been so all consumed by the very rarity of his erection, he might have been thinking more clearly.  He might have recognised a Master Vampire's hypnotic voice and a Master Vampire's hypnotic eyes, but he didn't.

'What would you like me to do?'  Spike slid seductively over to Giles, too experienced to touch him yet, knowing that Giles had to make all the moves.

Giles put his anguished eyes on Spike and then looked down helplessly at his erection.  Spike lay on his stomach, his head propped up on one hand.  Such an innocent pose.  Giles was fascinated by the smooth back and hips.  He decided Spike was just as beautiful from the back as he was from the front.  But he had never thought Spike beautiful… had he?

Spike laid one cool hand on Giles' thigh and let him get used to that.  After a long moment, he moved it up.  Getting no resistance, he slipped it inside the opening in Giles' pyjamas.  He felt the warm human erection, nestling in its nest of soft curls.

Giles groaned and made as if to get up and leave but Spike's seductive voice held him back.  'Oh, it's very hard, isn't it?  Do you want me to touch you here, like this?'  Spike laid a cool finger on the tip.  'How about this here…um, that feels so solid in my hand, can I pull it a little?  Look Giles, look at my hand on your cock, you've pictured that for over six years haven't you, every night when you were alone, did you see this?'

Giles looked down.  Spike had taken his cock out and it was standing clear from the front of his pyjamas, Spike's white hand holding it in a tight fist.

'Shall I work it a little for you, luv?'

Defining moments.  What could he say?  Giles leant back a little and the single word, 'yes', formed like a tiny signal of surrender.  He had acquiesced and knew he was lost now.  He'd committed himself and was complicit in this act.  But he didn't berate himself for long. He had not realised what Spike had intended because the tip of his cock was now sitting at the back of Spike's throat.  Spike had moved more quickly than Giles had been able to see and had taken his whole erection in one go.

This was the first time ever that Giles had been given a blowjob. Nice English girls he'd dated just didn't.  Jenny had given a few unenthusiastic licks once or twice.  She just didn't like it.  The first time.  The first time and he was being blown by a creature that had been giving them for a hundred and thirty years, who had throat muscles that could crush a cock if he wanted and who didn't need to breathe.

It was all too much for Giles.  He felt a huge surge of cum leave his cock and hit the back of Spike's throat.  He dug his fingers into Spike's hair; half-lifted himself off the bed to press harder into Spike's face and then went limp when he felt every drop gone.

Spike rolled away onto his back, totally uncovered and free of the sheet and started to lick his lips.  'That was nice.'

Giles looked down at the grinning Spike.  'You did something to me… you manipulated me, hypnotised me.'

'Yeah…you were just thinking with your dick, mate, that's all.  No magic here, Giles.  Sorry to disappoint you.'

'God, Spike.  How can you bear to do that, it's disgusting.'

Spike rolled on to his side and looked at him incredulously.  'That was your first time, wasn't it?'

'Why do you say that?'

'Jesus, you'd put anyone off with that attitude…I guarantee you any lass even thinking about going down on you and you'd just make 'er feel dirty.'

'Well...' Giles felt defensive.  'It is dirty.  I'm sorry, it just is and why another man would want…'

'Ahh, but I'm not a man.  Am I?'

'Anatomically you are.'  That was fairly obvious to Giles.

Spike saw the direction of his gaze.  'You are allowed to look…don't be embarrassed, Giles.'

Spike took his cock in his hand.  'See, just like yours…only bigger 'course…and I can stay hard all the time if I want to…'

'…you can't…'

'…can…'

'…can not…'

'…wanna bet?'

Spike had pitched the humourous banter just right.  Giles relaxed a bit and moved to sit further in on the bed.

'No!  I read it in the Watcher's Diaries…that is a complete myth. Vampires do not have permanent erections…how could you?'

'But I've got one now though, haven't I?  Touch it, Giles.  It won't bite.  Bit like me really.'

'I most certainly will not.'

'Look, just put one finger…here, on the tip.  Feel it, it's like a woman's clit.  Close your eyes and imagine it like that…'

Giles put a tentative finger on the end of Spike's cock and felt the icy precum slick under his hot skin.  He moved it around a little and felt a tingle of anticipation in his balls when Spike groaned and arched slightly to his touch.  When Spike let out a hissed, `yesss', Giles felt his balls actually contract and his flaccid penis start to swell again. That had not happened to him for over twenty years.  Two erections.  He felt the blood rushing out of his brain once again, all rational thought leaving him.

`Taste me, Giles.'  Spike's low voice again seemed to hypnotise him. He bent down and placed a hesitant tongue over Spike's tiny slit and tasted the little drops of fluid now leaking out in a regular pulse.

`Fuck.'

This one word from Spike excited Giles more that anything else that night.  It was so masculine; it brought home the illicitness of this act.

Spike put his hands on the back of Giles' head and very clearly tried to indicate that he wanted more.  Giles sat back a little and studied him.  His eyes were closed, he was arched slightly off the bed and he was utterly beautiful.  Man or woman, it didn't matter.  He was beautiful, perfect.  And he was here, he was aroused and for some inexplicable reason, he wanted him.  Giles felt a surge of sexual power swell in him.  He'd never had a woman so uninhibitedly begging him like this.  It was erotic.  Then Spike opened his eyes and said, `please', and Giles felt himself falling into a deep, dark place where there was only this pale creature and his pleasure.  He put his mouth over Spike's penis and sucked.

`Oh...fuck...hot...'

Giles smiled around Spike's shaft.  Hot indeed...so he licked his hot tongue up the swollen rod and groaned himself when Spike again hissed, `yess.'  He flicked his tongue over the tip and rubbed his hot lips around the ridge.  Spike took hold of one of his hands and guided it to his balls.  He had never cupped another man's balls in his hand.  Spike's were smoother than his and heavy, he squeezed perhaps a little too hard, for Spike sat up, his incredibly strong abdominal muscles pulling him upright.  He wrapped his arms around Giles's head and helped him find a rhythm with his mouth.

`Taste good Pet?  Like the feel of that cold pole, hey?  Use your teeth...fuck yeah...squeeze again as you do it...yeah, again...that's so good...you're so good at head...that sound good Giles?...head...you're giving me head, all these years, hey...all the fighting and all the times we've been...fuck...do that again...all those times and you've been wanting to go down on me...haven't you?...well, there you are...good head, Giles...shall I come for you?  You up to that?  You look up, Pet...all hard again and weeping, want me to take care of that for you in a minute?...love to...if I cum for you, will you swallow Giles or do you want it on you...soaking you, shall I cum on your face or on your cock?  How about your hole, like that?  Fuck, I'm cuming...can you feel it...oh...oh...Jesus...suck some more...Christ, so hot...ahh...' Spike flung himself back on the bed.

Giles felt the cold sperm like a jet against his throat.  It came in short hard spurts.  He tried to picture it and knew with utter clarity that he would not finish tonight until he had watched it shooting from Spike's cock, until he could watch Spike bringing himself off and covering himself in his own cold seed.

He swallowed.

It tasted good.

It tasted like familiarity and a promise of things to come.

He kept swallowing and licking and sucking.  When he looked up, Spike had an arm thrown over his face as if for privacy.  He was silent and had been for a while.

`Are you alright...was that...'

Spike nodded.

`Oh...' Giles sounded disappointed.  Don't we all want feedback when we think we've done something worthy of it?  Before he could turn away, he got feedback.  More than he'd been expecting.  Spike sat up and took his face in his hands and kissed him so passionately he was pushed onto his back on the bed.

Somehow this seemed more intimate than what he'd just done.  Kissing, even with a woman was intimate, sexy and loving.

And it was…Spike kissing him.  It was…Spike running his tongue around his mouth, opening his own mouth wide as if trying to swallow him. Spike.  It was unbelievable.  The last part of his cock filled and was close to bursting.  He kissed back.  He put his hands on the back of Spike's head and pulled him down close to his face.  He had a startling image of them both on the bed as if he was seeing this from the outside.  He was aroused by the way they looked.  He wished he were naked too, wished Spike were lying on his bare skin.  He was extremely alarmed when Spike slid his hand to the buttons of his jacket and started undoing them.

<can he read my mind?>

<SPIKE...you are a wanker>

Spike pulled away from the kiss and for a fraction of a second Giles thought he could see a flicker of mirth in his eyes but maybe it was just a reflection from the lights.  Spike slid Giles' jacket off his shoulders then bent down and pulled off his trousers.

Naked.

He was naked just as he had wanted.

<kiss me some more Spike>

Spike came back up to his face for a kiss.

Giles had never been kissed so long and so passionately.  He literally lost himself in it.  There was no `him' left, there was only body and arousal and Spike.

They rolled over so Giles was on top and that felt better for him, more right.  He was amazed at how different Spike felt under him than on top.  On top he'd been leading, dominant and forceful.  Now he seemed soft and pliant and needy and, with a frisson of excitement, Giles realised that Spike was playing roles to amuse himself.

Giles was just himself, just 'Giles' whatever happened.  Spike was switching personas in his head.  It was as if he was now playing a woman.  Giles shook himself slightly.  Perhaps he was imagining things.

Spike's hand then snaked out and caught Giles' wrist and guided it very firmly down to his groin.  Giles thought he was going to be encouraged to hold Spike's cock so was slightly panicked to find Spike lift and spread his legs, putting Giles' hand against his anus.

Giles reared back and sat up away from Spike.  Anus.  He actually heard that word in his head.  `No, I'm not doing any of that.'

Spike stretched luxuriously like a cat.  `Alright, Pet, whatever you say.  Come here though, I miss you.'

Giles was lost to this creature, this thing that shifted personas in his mind.  He was lost to the bitch.  He lay down alongside him and felt Spike's arms reach for him.  Felt Spike's hand starting slow sensual strokes on his back.  `Smell this.'

A tub of hand cream was slid under his nose...Vanilla...he groaned, Buffy's smell.  `Nice, ain't it...want some?' Spike didn't wait; he took some and started rubbing it over Giles' body.  He knelt up and worked Giles under his hands.  Giles turned over onto his stomach to prevent Spike rubbing the cream on his cock.  He was having a hard time with the memory of vanilla on a lithe body.  Remembering pert teenage breasts moving under a sweaty singlet.  Vanilla.  Shafts of sunlight in the training room and the, `thuwmp', `thuwmp', `thuwmp', of her fists on the punch bag that had echoed the thumping of his heart.  How he had longed to stretch out a finger and place it on one of those hard nipples.  How he had wanted to rub it around, pinching and pulling so it would stand proud against the thin cotton.  How he had wanted to wipe the sweat off that body, gently lifting the tee shirt over her long blond hair and feeling her perky breasts against him.  How he had longed for his cock to be able to swell when he held her as she did the splits, her cunt flat and inviting.  He had ached to be able to plunge it into her hot vagina, but no erection would ever come.  Perhaps guilt had kept him flaccid.

`It's not like with a woman.'  Spike's low voice brought him back to the bed and he realised Spike was rubbing cool hands over his buttocks, parting them slightly, creating a delicious friction between his cock and the bed.  Two erections in one night.  He was blessed.

`Giles...it's better...believe me...I know.'

He mumbled, `what?'

`Being in a man, it's better...it's tighter...you can thrust harder and when you come, it stays tight.'

`Shut up, Spike.  It's disgusting and I'm not doing it.'

`And you can make your partner cum too.'

`Rubbish, it's not designed for that.'

`Deep inside Pet, it's like a button that'll switch you on.'

`Shut up Spike.'

`Tell me this doesn't feel good.'  Spike was dragging his finger over Giles hole, holding his cheeks open with his other hand.  The cool lotion made a delicious slickness.  He felt as if every nerve end was focused on that tiny, closed over hole.

`There now.  Isn't that good?' Spike had pushed the tip of one finger in and just left it there, not moving it at all.  `Makes you want to scream doesn't it, luv and beg for more.  Want it deeper and harder don't you?  I know.'

`Yesss...'  Again Giles had been seduced but...oh, the feel of that finger made his cock sing again and his balls throb.

`Will you come for me?'

`Yesss...' The finger started moving.  Pushing, pulling, more lotion pushed in – a handful of lotion eased up by that finger, then two,

`Umm, nice stretch.  Like that?  Feel good?  Told ya.  You ready for something more then Giles?'  Spike allowed his fingers to rub over the small swelling in Giles' passage.

`Oh, Spike...again...Spike...ahh.'    He had had no idea.  Spike's fingers had flicked a switch, just as he said they would; like a connection deep in his body that had never been made before.  Deep in his bowels, he felt the erotic charge pass from that tiny swelling straight to his balls.  He came in a surge of cum soaking into the mattress. Spike kept up a fairly hard rubbing with his fingers, milking Giles against the mattress.

Finally he sensed Giles was spent, eased his fingers out and slid up to half-lie on Giles' back.

`Nice?'

`Yes.'

`Better than you thought.'

`Yes.'

`Wanna do it for me?' Spike licked across the back of Giles' neck and tickled his ear with his tongue.

Giles felt flooded with Spike.  He was being soaked by his presence in this bed.  He was being washed away.  `Come on Giles, feel how hard I am, you wanted to watch me cum, didn't you?'

In his arousal, Giles did not notice that Spike referred to a desire he had not spoken aloud.

`Please...'  Again, he could not resist that soft pleading.  He rolled over on his side and Spike nestled his back against him, spooning them together.  Giles propped himself up on one elbow to look down at Spike.  He smiled, he saw again that Spike was playing games with himself...he was the little boy now, snuggling in for protection.  Unbelievably, it started to make Giles hard again.  He put his hand on cold, hard cheek of Spike's ass.  It was like touching marble.  Spike pushed his top leg forward in a scissor shape exposing his hole and pushing the jar of lotion at Giles.

He scooped out a generous amount on one finger and just placed it to Spike's hole.

`Yesss...rub it for me, luv.  Hard.  You can't hurt me.'

Giles wanted to be rough with this boy.  He'd been very bad.  He'd come into his home and seduced him like some cheap rent boy.  He was a whore, a tease; he deserved to be hurt.  Giles slapped Spike on his raised cheek, a hard, unexpected smack, the shocking sound reverberating in the silent flat.  Spike hissed and twisted his neck to catch Giles' eye.  `Again...harder.'

They kept eye contact as Giles hit him again and again.  He'd never had the chance to do this.  Oh, how he'd wanted to hit them all sometimes.  How he'd wanted to feel her flesh under his hand sing to him.  He closed his eyes to concentrate.

`Giles I'm sorry, don't hit me.'  The soft sound of Buffy's voice nearly destroyed him until he heard under the incredible mimicry the sly tones of a clever demon.  But when she begged him not to hit her it just set his desires free.  He sat up and slapped her across the face, then felt her arms come up to catch his wrists and pull him down and it was only when their mouths found each other he remembered that this was not Buffy, but Spike…but he was not disappointed.

He lay on Spike and kissed his mouth, his eyes and his ears.  He moved down kissing his nipples, biting them.  He was free now, all his restraint gone in the hard contact of his hand hitting that willing flesh.  He had crossed the barrier.  He reached Spike's cock but ignored it.  He'd done that.  He moved on lifting Spike's thighs to find that elusive hole.  He looked at it for a moment: so pink on the shockingly white flesh.  So small.  He put a thumb over it and rubbed it.  Spike groaned and moved a pillow under his hips.

<bitch is getting ready for a good fucking now>

New words for him, new thoughts, new feelings.  He wanted to ram himself into that hole.  He dipped the end of his cock into the tub of lotion.  He groaned when he felt Spike's hand come down to help him spread it around.

He put his cock against Spike's hole and for the first time since hitting him, looked him in the eyes.  Spike was grinning at him.  `Are you ready?'

`Always.'

He pushed in.

Spike had been right, of course he had.  It was so tight he felt his cock harden and swell.  It was so tight his balls seemed to collapse in on themselves in pleasure.  `Giles.' Spike's low husky voice thrilled him.  `Giles...you can let go mate...you can't hurt me...all the times you've wanted to do `em proper, but couldn't...but you can't hurt me...but Giles...I want you to try...please...'

So Giles tried to thrust Spike through the back of the bed.  He tried to crush him on the end of his cock.  He tried to burst through and puncture him.  All his fury, all his repression, all his loneliness and need put into those thrusts.  And the thing under him reveled in the thrashing.

The natural gentleman in Giles disappeared on a sea of need.  His body responded to the hard unbreakable thing beneath him.  He pushed Spike's legs over behind his head and Spike hooked his feet under the rail of the iron bedstead.  Giles was awed by his suppleness.  Giles had nothing but the smooth hard flesh of Spike's backside under him. He felt as if he was thrusting down into the earth, as if his cock was some great drill raping the land itself.  His balls were tight and painful, he feared he would be unable to have release, he dreaded that dry shuddering that sometimes had to suffice as an orgasm.  He tried to concentrate on the feel of the tight walls around him, tried thrusting some more, felt despair welling up inside him when suddenly a cool hand clamped around the back of his neck.  Spike released his feet and laid them down, pulling Giles down on top of him so he lay on the cool, hard belly.  His thrusts became long and slow.

`Look at me when I come.' Spike mouthed this soft command to Giles and he realised he had his eyes tightly shut.  When he opened them he saw Spike beneath him, his eyes a deep, rich blue.  Spike had started soft, sensual circles on the back of Giles' neck as Giles lay gently thrusting.  Spike's other hand reached down between them and formed a fist around his own cock.  Giles raised himself up slightly.

`Come on, Watcher...watch this.'  The quiet, seductive words coiled around Giles.  He looked down and saw Spike's penis swollen and weeping. The head was an angry purple and a copious stream of precum leaked from its tiny slit.

`That's your work, Giles.  You've done that.  Looks good, hey?'

It did.  Giles no longer feared a dry unsatisfactory release.  He felt the floodgates opening in the core of his body and his hot seed erupted into the cool channel that enclosed him.

With a groan, Spike thrashed his head and sped up his fist, rewarding Giles with the sight of his cold seed shooting up into the air between them to splatter back onto Spike's belly and over his fist. He was running in cum, its opaque wetness catching the low lighting from the hallway and glistening over Spike like early frost.

Giles continued to thrust into his own hot seed until he felt a tiredness seep up from his feet throughout his whole being and he collapsed gasping for breath on Spike's wet body.  Had he actually remembered to breathe the whole time he'd been thrusting into Spike? He couldn't catch his breath now, it was ragged and harsh, something only magnified by the still, unbreathing creature beneath him.

He lay on top of Spike like a blanket.  Every inch of his body in contact with Spike's, even his toes seemed entangled with Spike's somehow, every pore in his skin sucking in Spike's essence.

He was exhausted emotionally and physically and felt like weeping so he did.  He couldn't help it.  He had been broken and remade but he did not know what shape the mold had formed him in.  He was lost and found.  He was destroyed and saved.  It was too much for the quiet, bookish man in him.  All the emotion flooded out in hot tears that dropped onto Spike's cold chest.  After a moment, when all he could hear was the sound of his sobbing, he felt a strong arm snake around his back and soft kisses alighting on his hair.

Was there the slightest hesitation in Spike when he heard this heart- rending, unmanly sobbing?  He did pause as he laid his hand on Giles' back and said quietly,  `I know you hate me.'  Giles lifted his tear- streaked face to Spike.  Spike had his arm thrown over his face and his head turned away.  Giles wondered for the briefest of moments whether this was one of his games, but felt a sadness descend over Spike's whole body.  Giles put a hand on Spike's arm and tried to draw it away from his face.  It was like trying to move rock. Eventually Spike relented and let him, his arm dropping onto Giles' back.

`I don't.  I don't hate you, Spike.'

`Why are you crying then?'  Spike added with a rueful smile, `I don't usually get that reaction.'

`I'm sorry, but this had been a bit of a shock really.  I think I must be overwhelmed.'

`Oh, that's better then.  Overwhelmed is good right?'

`Yes, Spike.  It's good.  It's very good.'

`So...fancy being overwhelmed some more?'

`What!'

`Well, come on, I've still got a little problem down here, you know.'

`You can't have!  You've just...well I'm lying in something cold and wet and it's not mine!'

`Told you, Pet, constantly hard when we want it.'

`Can I change my mind about being turned then?'

Spike knew he'd won him back and grinned.  `Never make that offer to a vampire, Pet, even in jest.  Who knows, if you invite me maybe this chip won't work.'

Giles visibly went pale and Spike just laughed.

`You can invite me in another way though.'

Giles knew exactly what Spike meant and actually felt a throb deep in his bowels at the thought of being filled and taken by Spike.  Could he be taken?  Like a woman?  He wanted to try.  But he lowered his head onto Spike's chest and fiddled gently with one dark brown, swollen nipple for a moment.

`What's wrong, Pet?'

`I'm...err...a bit worried...you're rather big and...'

`Umm, that's nice...think I'm big do you?  Here, put your hand on it, just to make sure.  I'll be gentle, luv...kind of have to, remember? I don't fancy getting my head split open cus I split you open if you see what I mean.'

Spike's hand had drifted down Giles' back till it was lying in the crack of his ass; he moved his other hand slowly down and parted Giles cheeks, rubbing one finger over his hole.

Suddenly Spike slipped out from under him and knelt behind him between his legs.

Giles didn't want to do this.  He felt it was demeaning, animalistic and he didn't have a lot of confidence in his body viewed from this angle.  But he felt a cold tongue alight briefly on his entrance and so wanted to feel more of it that he rose up like an obedient puppet to his master's command.  He bent his chest down to the bed, sticking his backside high in the air and was rewarded by the feel of Spike's tongue again, lapping at his hole.

How was this possible?  How was he finding this most unnatural of acts so overwhelmingly erotic?  He felt the licks of that tongue tingle in his finger tips, felt his own mouth wet in response and unbelievably, for the fourth time that night, his cock started to twitch to life.  Not erect, just a satisfactory throb and soft swell.

The licking got harder and once or twice Spike pressed his tongue against the hole as if testing its resistance and then on one lick across, Giles felt the cool tip push through, opening him up from the outside for the first time in his life.  He hissed, `yesss,' and felt Spike mouth into his hole,

`Yeah...'

The tongue went deeper, probing and then a finger covered in thick cream joined in, pushing in alongside the tongue.  When the finger was fully in, the tongue was withdrawn and Spike sat back on his heels his arm stretched out, joining them together.  He put his other arm around Giles' chest and lifted him so he was kneeling too.  In this position Spike could push the finger deep into Giles' bowels and work it round.  Giles gripped onto Spike's arm as if it were a life buoy.

He started panting and then felt Spike rub across the swelling near his prostrate again.  His eyes flew open and he threw back his head, hitting Spike in the face, `sorry, but again...fuck Spike, rub there again.'

Spike's mouth rested lightly against Giles' ear.  `Good, isn't it?' His finger swirled around and around on the little nub, `sends you round the bend, doesn't it?  Say fuck for me again Giles, it really turns me on.'

Giles let out a strangled, `fuck,' and Spike's tongue flicked out and licked his ear in time to the rubbing in his passage.

`How about I do this with something else luv, make it good for me too?'

For the third time that night Giles complied, `yesss,' and felt the finger being withdrawn.  He groaned, he'd been on the edge of his orgasm and wanted to jump into it.

`Bend over again.'

Giles felt the cold, wet tip of Spike's cock against his hole, then an enormous handful of cream being rubbed around and riding on this viscous substance, Spike started pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

After each tiny push he stopped and let Giles' hole stretch and accommodate him.  It took about fifteen minutes for him to embed himself fully.  It was the most stimulating fifteen minutes of Giles' entire sexual experience.  He realised that he had been empty his whole adult life, filling others when he should have been filled himself.

When Spike was completely in, he pulled Giles back up against his chest, wrapped his arms around him and started the merest of movements.  The little swelling in Giles' channel was hardly stimulated.  He knew Spike couldn't afford to hurt him but he wanted more.  A lot more.  He pushed Spike's arms off him and put his head back down onto the bed.

`Spike...' he could not say the words, did not have the confidence, but Spike understood.  He rose up higher and started working Giles' slippery hole, building up the thrusts, jerking from side to side to work that spot, thumping his hard cock in.

`Say it again for me Giles, say fuck...turn me on again.'

Giles groaned. `Fuck Spike...fuck.'

He felt Spike speed up.  Unbelievably, Spike's hand crept around Giles hips and grasped his cock.  It was still only semi-erect but at the touch of Spike's hand it stared to swell and grow.  Spike pulled the foreskin back then pushed it away creating friction over the sensitive tip.  `Come on Giles, come for me Pet...I'm gonna fill you...do you want that?  Do you want my cum inside you?  Tell me, Pet, I need to hear your voice.'

Giles didn't speak but put his hand over Spike's on his cock, rubbing his finger over the back of Spike's hand, helping him, working the cock with him.

`Oh yeah, I like that luv.  Work with me...shall we come together...like that?  Come on then Pet, you should see my shaft in your ass, Giles, your hole's big now, isn't it...does it feel full? Push back against me, try to push me out...oh fuck...Giles...do that again.'

Giles shivered with delight.  If all the rest had been a game, if all the rest had been insincere, he heard sincerity in that last hissed comment from Spike.  Perhaps Spike had forgotten just how strong a human has to be down there and how hard Giles was able to clench his muscles.

He squeezed and thrust against Spike again and Spike threw his head back at the delicious tightness and howled.  Giles thrust back again and Spike had to work him hard to stay in.  Spike bent over his back and cried in a rushed voice,  `Oh God...Giles...I'm gonna cum...Jesus, you're so hot...I'm gonna fucking cool you off now...yeah, cool those slick walls, hey?  Want me in yer body Giles, want my spunk...say it...tell me.'

Giles groaned out an agonised, `want it,' and felt Spike go rigid against his ass, twitching and jerking as if being electrocuted.  His ears were split by another deep howl and he didn't even hear the soft plop of his own cum as it shot out onto the sheet.

To his deep, deep delight, he heard Spike panting against his back.

By now he was almost too exhausted to think.  He collapsed flat on the bed, felt himself slipping away, heard that soft voice whisper in his ear, `sleep, Pet...shall I stay in you, would you like that?'

`Yesss.'  It was his last surrender that night and the best.  He fell asleep with his hole twitching and throbbing around Spike's softening penis.  He felt filled in his body and his heart.  Spike lay on top of him, spread out, covering him like a blanket of snow.  Spike stretched out a lazy arm and pulled the covers up over them both and Giles knew no more for many, many hours.    

He awoke to the familiar sound of the early morning milk bottles being chinked together on his doorstep.  How could that be?  That was normal life.  He felt nothing would ever be normal for him again.  He was being pressed into the mattress by Spike's weight on him.  As his senses returned slowly to him he smiled a deep smile; Spike was breathing heavily, his cool breath chilling Giles' hot, sweaty back. He hadn't known vampires breathed in their sleep; it was erotic listening to him.

What had happened here?  Who was he this morning? Whoever he had been, he was not that person now.  Had he been bookish, introverted, quiet, safe, kind, hesitant?  He didn't feel any of that now.  He felt revealed, stripped bare, reinvented…and this weight on him had done that.

Spike had brought a slice of his old life here and it had exploded with a force that shocked him.  He desperately wanted a shower.  He could smell himself, stale old sweat and cum.  He slid carefully out from the dead weight on top of him.  Spike didn't seem to wake but his hand stretched out as if to find someone.  Giles looked down at him.  He almost felt guilty.  Spike looked hardly more than a boy. Giles felt suddenly very old.  He made his way to the bathroom and soaked for a long time in a hot bath.  There was not a bit of his body that didn't ache, but it was all good aching, deep aching from fucking and thrusting and being thrust into.  He closed his eyes and wondered what was to happen now.  He wasn't old; Spike wasn't a boy. There was just the two of them and that big, comfortable bed.

He wandered back into the bedroom, naked.  New beginnings.  He didn't think he would ever wear pyjamas again.  They lay discarded on the floor where Spike had chucked them last night.

He longed to slip back into the warm sheets with Spike, to nuzzle into his cool sleepiness, to tease and touch his body to wakefulness, to explore and know that body in the daylight.

The bed was empty.

He went to go to the kitchen, felt naked and pulled back on the discarded trousers of his pyjamas.  If he felt himself to be back on a slippery slope to somewhere he did not want to be, he ignored that thought and thought instead of finding Spike and bringing him back to bed.

Spike was in the kitchen, dressed, raiding the fridge.  His bag lay at his feet.  Packed.

Spike turned and looked at Giles over the rim of his mug.  His eyes were completely unreadable.  `Morning.'

`What are you doing?'

`Leaving.  Train's in an hour.'  Spike had his watch loosely in his hand and was passing it through his fingers like worry beads.

Giles felt a deep anger welling up from his belly.

`What the hell is happening here, Spike?  What has this all been about?'

Spike just shrugged with a slight smile on his face.  `I told you Pet.  It's hard being one hundred and thirty, you need to keep fresh.'

`So what...I've just been a fucking prop to stop you sliding into sexual senility?'

`Language, Pet!'

`You didn't seem to mind it last night.'

Giles felt himself to be on a precipice: on one side chaos, entropy, on the other the upper lip he'd been stiffening all his life.  He turned from Spike and said in a cool, moderated tone, `I'll dress then and drive you to the station.'

`'k.'

Giles got to his bedroom.  His legs carried him that far.  If his knees buckled as he slowly shut the door, well no one was there to see.  If tears streamed down his face as he dressed, well they were wiped away before he took Spike to the station.  By the time he walked back into the sitting room he was the perfect English gentleman he had been two days ago.  He was even wearing his tweed jacked and tie.

`Ready then?'

Spike didn't reply but picked up his bag and followed him out.  It was still dark; Giles could detect a faint streak of dawn in the sky to the east.

They were silent in the car.  Giles kept his eyes and his thoughts on the traffic.  He made sure he did not look at Spike's hand or Spike's thigh or Spike's leg and especially not at Spike's face, which he knew was turned toward him, studying him.  However, at one junction he had to look left to check for traffic and could not help but see Spike's expression.  Spike was looking at him with a smirk on his face…and Giles knew.  In that instant, he knew he had been played. He saw it all, the conversation, the clothes, the nakedness, the promise of companionship in the pub; it had all been to seduce him… and how easy he had made it for him.  He knew that Spike was sitting there, waiting for this realisation to hit him.  Spike wanted to see his face when he knew he'd been played for a sucker.  Literally.

Giles, though, had reserves of strength that were rarely tapped into.  He dug down to find them now.  As he pulled into the station, he turned to Spike and said lightly, `thank you for bringing the amulet to me.  That was thoughtful of you.'

Did Spike look slightly taken aback by this response?  It was hard to tell, the lighting in the car park was poor and his face was in shadow.  `'k Pet.  You okay?'

`Of course, why shouldn't I be?'

`You tell me.'

`No, I'm fine.  I'll go to the train with you.'  So he did, he climbed out of the car, willed his legs to carry him into the building and kept them walking to the platform by the strength of his personality.

`Goodbye then, Spike.  Give my love to everyone at home.'

Spike tipped his head on one side and looked at him.  His eyes were unfathomable, but the slightest frown creased his forehead.  `What are you going to do now?'

`What?  Oh, I expect I'll go home and drink some more tea and not do much shagging, as usual.'

This reply seemed to surprise Spike.  He kept Giles' eye contact, then nodded.  Fished out his cigarettes and lit one.  Looked at Giles again.  Gave a long, slow drag, looked at Giles one last time and nodded again.

Giles dug even lower and forced himself not to speak.

`Well, okay.  I'll be off then.'

`Goodbye and thank you again for coming.'

Spike walked slowly away, swinging his bag in one hand.  Giles watched his back recede...a few more minutes and he could let go.  A few more minutes and he could let his body collapse and his mind die.

When he could see the blond hair no more he turned and started walking back to the entrance.  He felt a hand on his shoulder, turned and found a cool pair of lips being pressed lightly to his.  Spike dropped his bag, took Giles' face in his hands tightly and opened up his mouth against him, demanding entry with his insistent tongue. Giles was being kissed in the crowded train station by a man, or what would pass for a man in any nighttime exploration.  Spike ran his hands around the back of Giles' hair and then he pressed his mouth to Giles' ear and whispered a few quiet words.  Giles pulled away in shock, `Buffy?'

Spike smiled and put his mouth back again, completing his whispered message.  He pulled away again to see Giles' reaction and for the first time Giles saw a genuine smile cross Spike's face.  It illuminated him.  Giles heard a very clear thought in his head <you are adorable> but it was gone as quickly as it had slipped in…but in response to Spike's words he smiled as well.  Spike laid one cool finger on Giles' lips, picked up his bag and turned to go.

This time he did not come back.

For the next few weeks, certain pubs in Bath had a new regular.  They called him `The Gent'.  He was so polite, so well dressed.  But he had other names too, for under his polite gentlemanly exterior he was desperate.  He seemed to be always seeking a cock that was cold enough or hard enough, a body that would not bleed when he took it and that could not be hurt.  It was a lonely, unfulfilling search. It was those words…those last whispered words, they ran around his head and made him desperate.  Those words drove him slowly insane. He knew there was only way to end the insanity…but he feared that almost as much as the path to madness itself.

~Part: 3~

The whole trip home, Spike kept a rueful, self-deprecating smile on his face.  He even shook himself a couple of times and berated himself for being such a fool.  Why had he done it?  It had not been part of the game.  And he was not sure how to tell this part when he got home.  He did not know how he would relate his strange behaviour to his eager partner awaiting his return.  He'd messed up and he thought he might be in trouble.

Dawn made Buffy take her to the airport to meet Spike's plane.  Buffy didn't want to, but she gave in to the usual teenage sulks and agreed.  They stood in the lounge watching the arrivals.  A stream of people came through and they spotted Spike.  He was not difficult to distinguish, his distinctive hair and clothes made him stand out from the run-of-the-mill arrivals.  Spike seemed to spot them for his face broke into a huge grin and he sped up, pushing past some of the other passengers.  But it was odd, as he got closer and they stepped forward, he did a double take and appeared to see them for the first time.  His smile hardly lessened, but now it did not quite reach his eyes.  As Buffy gave him a calm, collected greeting Dawn, bored already, was looking around for something more interesting to watch and suddenly said, 'look, isn't that Angel?'

Buffy turned to see where she was looking.  She didn't believe her, of course, and so was shocked to see Angel standing by the newsstand watching them.  She went across to him in a daze.  She'd only seen him once since she'd 'come back' and that had been a sad, intense meeting.

'Angel?'

'Buffy.'

'Why are you here?'

'Err, I needed to speak with you and Willow said you were here.'

'Oh.'   She didn't remember telling Willow, but then she had trouble concentrating these days.

By this time, Dawn and Spike had joined them.  Angel ignored Spike and Spike ignored Angel.

'We're meeting Spike, he's been in England.'  Dawn linked arms with Spike as she announced this.

Angel was forced to look at Spike.  He gave him a brief glance and Buffy sensed a tension in both vampires.  It appeared their mutual antipathy was as strong as ever.

'Well, as I'm here, I may as well give you all a ride.'  Angel turned on his heel and made his way out of the concourse.

Buffy, naturally, thought she should ride in the front with Angel, which left Dawn and Spike in the back.  They'd only been driving about five minutes when Spike leant forward and tapped Angel on the shoulder.  'You owe me fifty dollars.'

Then he leant back and continued to stare silently out of the car at the passing traffic.

Dawn and Buffy gave each other a questioning look and Buffy shrugged.

A few minutes later Angel made a quiet reply.  'I'll want proof.'

Spike made no comment but Dawn noticed a small smile appear.

Angel dropped them all off at Buffy's and seemed keen to leave.

'Didn't you want to talk to me?'

'It was nothing really, I can telephone you later.'  She was puzzled but had to leave it there as Xander was calling to her from the house.

Still looking casually out of the front of his car, Angel said quietly to Spike, 'want a ride to your place?'

Spike replied equally quietly, 'yes', and jumped in alongside Angel.

They drove off without a glance back at the others.

'Thanks for coming, I wasn't expecting you.'

'Backfired a bit.'

'You're here though.'

'So are you, now.'

'So, where's my fifty dollars?'

'Where's the proof?'

'Blow by blow description do?'

'How about just a blow?'

'Oh yeah…drive faster.'

'Am.  How much further?'

They were silent for the rest of the trip, too much tension between them to speak.  Spike just sat and watched Angel's face in profile as he drove.

He sometimes wondered what would have happened to him if he had not been the one chosen to tell Angel that Buffy had been brought back. He had gone to LA confused, depressed and worried.  He'd worked alongside them all summer and yet they had not told him.  He had told them though: these things always have repercussions.  He had had no idea just how true that was to be.

Angel had been incandescent with rage.  Spike had almost matched him in his fury.  So for the first time in over one hundred years, they agreed on something.  Angel finally had someone to talk to who understood the power of life and death.  They had talked and talked all night.  Talking had led to other things and these other things had been enjoyed by both of them.  Then Spike left to return to Sunnydale.  They had no long-term plans; it had just been a one-off. But Spike had phoned to see how he was; Angel had invited him to come back for a few days.  He'd gone and they had both fallen into a sea of emotions so deep that, at times, they had felt themselves to be drowning.  Finally, Angel had someone he could love, someone strong enough to cope with his dark, brooding desires, someone to lavish all his attention and considerable capacity for love on.  And in Spike he found someone who was happy to take everything he had to offer.  He was the perfect sponge for love.  He absorbed Angel's need like a black hole that Angel could never fill.

They arrived at the cemetery and parked up.  Spike sprang out of the car and walked off towards his crypt.  Angel watched his retreating back for a moment then leapt out and followed him.

Spike went in and flung his bag into the corner.  He opened his mouth to speak but found himself being propelled violently against the wall and crushed under Angel's considerable weight.

'You fucking whore, I can smell him on you.  You slept with him, didn't you?'

Spike felt a frisson of excitement run down his spine.  This was going to be good.  This was a new game: Angel-finds-out-that-Spike- has-slept-around-on-his-trip-to-England.  Because that's what they did now, they played games with each other.  It was just as Spike had told Giles.  How do you keep yourself interested in 'life' when you are over a hundred years old?  What do you do if you are nearer three hundred?  You become inventive.  And that's what it had been – England, Giles – just a game.  Sitting drinking tea in Sunnydale, Spike had told Angel, during his phone call, about the amulet.  Angel had told him to take it and had added some fun of his own.

'Bet you.'

'Bet me what, Angel?'

'Bet you can't seduce Giles.'

'Nah, can't be done.'

'Coward.'

'How much?'

'Fifty dollars.'

'You're on.'

He had gone to England to take Giles so that in the telling they would find the passion and excitement they craved like a drug.  It was a constant struggle to find the new and Spike had to give Angel credit, this accuse-Spike-of-being-a-whore game was new and it was exciting.  He gave Angel a cheeky look and licked his lips.

'Didn't, honest gov, I've been good.'

Angel hit him across the face then pulled him close smelling deeply into his hair and clothes.  Then he hit him again, the blow sending Spike reeling into the tomb.

'Fucking liar, Spike.  I can smell him all over you.'

'Yeah, what can you smell you fat ponce?'

Angel kicked him viciously in the belly.  'Giles, I can smell old human cum, Spike.  You're a fucking whore, a slag, you go away for two nights and shag Giles.'

Spike tried to dodge behind the tomb, but Angel slid across the top and caught him.  He tried to get him to the ground, but Spike was also strong.  He resisted and got a hard kick in to Angel's balls. Angel doubled up in pain, cursing, and Spike almost made it to the door.  He was brought down by a flying rugby tackle that sent him crashing painfully hard into the wall.  His head connected with a sickening thud and the last thing he saw was Angel, in full game face, looming over him.  He was only out for a moment because when he came to, Angel was still leaning over him, only now he was back in human face and he was grinning at Spike.  He was also holding his cock over Spike's face and working himself hard.  'Welcome back, little whore.  Going to suck this now.  Open up.'

Spike gave a small hiss of genuine fear.  Two days without relief had left Angel's cock huge and angry.

Spike gritted his teeth, shook his head and tried once more to scramble away but Angel had his other hand around Spike's balls.  He started to tighten his fist.  Spike howled and Angel just grinned some more.

'Open that pretty mouth, come on.'

As Spike didn't have any intention of doing that, he couldn't reply quite as he wanted.  Angel squeezed again though and he had no choice.  As he opened his mouth to cry out, Angel slammed his groin into Spike's face, forcing his penis into Spike's mouth.  Even though he didn't need to breathe, it made him gag.  He was incandescent with rage and refused to suck until Angel squeezed again.  When he felt Spike getting into a delicious rhythm on his cock, Angel lost his concentration for a moment and let go of Spike's balls.  He regretted it a moment later when a pair of incredibly strong, human jaws clamped down on his erection.  He screamed and put both hands to Spike's head, trying to tear him off, pulling at his hair and ears. When he realised that would not work, he tried hitting him, but his blows were pretty ineffectual in that position.  Spike's mouth began to fill with Angel's blood from the bite marks he was inflicting in the soft tip of Angel's cock.  Angel knew he'd lost and begged him to let go.  Spike relented and opened his mouth, only to find a heavy knee being placed across his throat.

'You fucking bastard Spike, look what you've done to me.'  Angel's cock was dripping blood onto Spike's face.  The sight of that thin stream of red fluid seemed to excite Angel again and he started working the bloody shaft right up close to Spike's face.  The knee kept up the pressure on Spike's throat and although he didn't need to breathe, Spike didn't want his windpipe crushed, so he kept still.

Angel became lost in his impending orgasm.  He kept his eyes fixed on Spike's face.  Spike continued to give him a mutinous look until Angel reared back with a cry and shot a huge load of cum into Spike's face.  It hit him in the eye and soaked into his hair and ran in rivulets down to the cold floor.

Spike slipped his tongue out and started licking at it.  'Cold.  Just cold and dead.  Can't compare.'

His words seemed to infuriate Angel.  He dragged Spike by his sticky hair over to the ladder to the lower levels and threw him down.

Spike tried to crawl to the bed but Angel landed on top of him and started systematically ripping at his clothes till he was naked except for this boots.  He put one hand on the back of Spike's neck, forcing his face into the cold earth.  'Know what Spike?  I'm going to treat you like a proper whore now.'

'You can't get it up twice you old, fat git.'

Angel's blow silenced him and Spike felt his lower jaw crack.  Angel told him to spread his legs.

'Fuck off, bastard.'

Angel started twisting Spike's arm up behind his back.  Spike screamed in intense pain.  'Spread them then.'

'Fuck off.'

Angel tore Spike's arm out of the shoulder socket and Spike howled, tears streaking his face.  'Spread them.'

Spike had no choice, so he reluctantly spread his legs and lifted himself up.  Angel was still as hard as if he had not had released a flood of cum over Spike's face a moment ago.  He rammed into Spike's tight, dry entrance with the force of two days abstinence.  Spike's anus tore badly and coated Angel's cock in blood.  Spike was crying and started screaming at Angel, every expletive he could think of, in all the languages he knew swear words in.

Angel laughed and started to work Spike's hole, revelling in the smell and feel of the blood.  He was so hard he felt he could push right through Spike's stomach and on into the cold earth itself.  He told Spike this as he thrust and was rewarded by a new round of obscenities.

'Tell me what you did, whore.  Tell me how you fucked him.'

'I'm not telling you shit, you fuckwit.'

'Want me to do your other arm Spike, I can.'

'You bastard.  I shagged 'im.  I tricked 'im into me bed then I blew 'im, and it was real good, poof.  Had me dick deep in 'im too, made 'im cum in me.  Made him cry for me Angel…how's that, like to know I was so good with 'im, he cried.  Yeah, and know what?  I didn't think of you the whole fucking time.  He was hot Angel, he was alive and smelt and bled, you're just a pile of cold fucking shit, that's what.'

'Say it again.'  Angel was heaving himself into Spike's ass; he felt he could obliterate himself in the feel of that cold, tight channel.  'Tell me what he felt like.'

'His mouth was hot, Angel, his ass felt like pushing me cock into hot jelly.  My cum steamed on him, and his smell…you should have smelt him, he was like sex, blood and skin and hair, he filled me Angel, I could have come to life again in his human power.'

Spike had found it difficult to stay in character, despite the pain from his arm and his ass; he was deep in his memories of Giles. Angel's frantic thrusting became more measured and he too seemed to find it difficult to play the game any more.  He was rising up and down on Spike's back, working against the tight walls, holding Spike around the hips to try and lift him higher, make himself deeper.  'Make me feel it…tell me again.'

'Like a bath Angel, he surrounded me like hot water.  The sheets got hot, you should have felt them and he tried to hurt me…I told him to hurt me but he was like a child and he felt so soft and I could have wrapped myself up in him and stayed in that bed fucking him forever. He was so hot and the hair on his body so soft, his skin tasted salty and warm Angel, and his cum…oh, you should have tasted it Angel, it was so strong, so thick and hot I thought it would burn me and I wanted to be warmed by it.'

At this last image, Angel went rigid against Spike and shot a load of ice cold cum into his ass.  He shuddered for a minute against him, milking himself, then slid down to lie on top of Spike.

Spike slipped out to one side and took advantage of Angel's temporary incapacity to get a good series of kicks into Angel's belly and chest.  'Where's my bloody fifty dollars, you bastard?'

Angel groaned and dug into his pocket and threw Spike his wallet.  'Whore.'

And as Spike caught the wallet they both looked at each other.

A new game: Angel-pays-Spike-for-sexual-favours.

Spike took a handful of notes and started counting them.  Angel rose up and made a lunge for him.

'You weren't worth it, you cheap whore.  I want my money back.'

Spike sidestepped and dodged around to the other side of the bed.  'Too late, punter.  You got your rocks off, now pay up.'

Angel lunged over the bed and caught Spike by his dislocated arm.  He howled in pain but didn't pull away.  Angel tried to rip the notes out of Spike's hand, some of them tore and the pieces fluttered to the ground.  Spike fell to his hands and knees trying to gather them together, tears in his eyes.  'You git, you had your fun, this is mine.  I want it.'

Angel knelt with him and took a handful of the notes in his fist.  'Want this?'  He shoved it in Spike's face.  'Then you're gonna get it.'  He caught Spike around the waist and forced him over his lap.  He took the crumpled ball of notes and put his hand down to Spike's backside as if he was going to try and ram them up his arse.  'You want to be paid, whore.  Well, here's your money.'

Fortunately, Spike could reach the side of the bed and using it to grip onto he pulled off Angel's lap and disappeared underneath.

'Hah, fat git, can't get in here can you?'

Angel was furious.  Whether he could or couldn't, he wasn't about to risk it.  Just in case.  But he got onto the bed and started bouncing, sending the springs into Spike and forcing him to dodge around.  He tried to escape out the opposite side, but Angel was ready for him.  He jumped off on top of him, catching him around his slim waist again.

Angel pushed Spike up against the wall; Spike thought he was in for another fucking, or worse, when Angel unexpectedly sunk to his knees in front of him.  He looked up at Spike.

Spike immediately recognised the look.

New game.  Spike-pays-Angel-for-sex.

Spike hit Angel over the head.  'Blow me.'

'It's twenty dollars.'

'That's fucking outrageous.'  He hit him in the face, this time drawing blood from Angel's lower lip.  'Fucking put that mouth round me, now.'

'Pay up.'

'Blow me.'

'Pay me.'

Spike handed back over some torn notes and Angel took the erect, weeping cock on to the back of his throat.  Spike dug his fingers into Angel's hair and started tugging hard at the spiky strands. Angel's throat was strong and he clenched and unclenched the muscles over the cold shaft.

'Who's the whore now, Angel?  You'd suck your mother if you hadn't killed her already.  Like that, hey?  Like the feel of my cock in your throat?  Yeah, feel it baby, suck it for me.  You like tasting my spunk, hey?  You're a fucking poof, Angel.  You love the taste of it, don't you?  You'd like to drink your humans' cum, I know.  I've seen you looking at them; you'd drink them dry.  And you like being on your knees, don't you?  Rather we were in some shitty alley though wouldn't you, like me against the wall, hey?  Harder, you poof, earn your fucking money.  Use your tongue too, yeah, that's it, that's nice, oh nice little sucker you are, yeah, giving really good head Angel.  Just like he did.  Like being compared with a human?  Well work for it, like he did.  Harder Angel…harder…harder…oh, fuck, I'm cuming…'

Spike could hold out no longer, he felt an explosive orgasm ride into Angel's mouth.  He trembled against Angel's lips, his knees felt weak and he desperately wanted to lie down and sleep.  His arm was agony, his torn hole throbbing painfully and his body a mass of cuts and bruises.

When Angel had finished drinking, they were both still and quiet for a while.  Angel stayed on his knees sucking gently on Spike's cock, playing with his balls and then he sat back on his heels and grinned up at him.

'New game?'

Spike shook his head and collapsed sidewards on the bed with a theatrical groan.  Angel laughed, finished undressing and slipped in alongside him.

'Arm?'

'Still out.'

Angel took Spike's shoulder and popped it back into the socket. Spike stayed silent throughout.  Then he rolled over on his back and gave Angel a cheeky look.

'So what was with the, 'slag', stuff Angel.  Bit bloody East End for you, wasn't it, mate? Thought I was being shagged by Bob bleedin' Hoskins for a minute there.'

Angel just laughed and bit him lightly on the neck.  'Well, I couldn't think of any other words for 'whore' and I was kind of distracted.  By you.'

'Don't bite me there Angel, keep it out of sight.  Dawn saw the last bite you gave me, lucky it wasn't one of the others.'

Spike bit Angel instead, running his tongue over the cool skin of his neck.  Then he placed a swift, loving kiss on his lips.

Angel spooned Spike into him, pressing Spike's back against his belly, wrapping his arms tightly around Spike's chest.  He started kissing into his hair.

'You've got cum in your hair.'

'Yeah?  Whose?'

'Both.'

'Well, what'd'ya know.  You told me not to shower.'

'Yeah, it smells good.'

'So.'

'So.'

'Wanna play again?'

'No, Spike, I don't want to play again.  I want you just like this.'

'Good.'

'Like this do you?'

'Yeah.'

'I missed you.'

'You wouldn't have seen me anyway.'

'But if I had wanted to, I couldn't.'

'But you wouldn't have wanted to, you never do midweek.'

'Shut up.  I missed you okay?  And thanks for the call, I was hard for hours after that and I was in the office.'

'Can't you train one of your pretty humans to blow you?  I'll give them some lessons if you want.'

'So, are you going to tell me what happened then?'

'It was like I said…it was easier than I thought.  Wished I'd tried it years ago.  I worked him all evening, you know, all me best stuff.'

'Did you wear the leather?'

'Oh yeah, you should have seen his face.  Bit like yours when you see me in it.'

'Will you put it on for me tonight?'

'Yeah, and take it off again if you want.'

'So, how did you start him off?  That must have been the hardest part.'

'Nah, he came to me with a stonker.  His first for years I'd say.  So I just helped him out with that and things progressed nicely.'

'How?  How did you help him out?'

Spike turned in Angel's arms to look at him.  'Want me to demonstrate?'

'Um.'

He slid lower in the bed and took Angel's soft cock in his mouth.  'It'd be better if it was hard Angel…oh, there you go.'

He took it to the back of his throat and then released it and looked back up at Angel.  'He'd come by now.  That's all it took.'

'Show me again.  I didn't quite get it.'  Spike grinned and proceeded to work Angel's cock a little harder than he'd had to work Giles'. When he felt Angel about to cum he pulled off and used his fist to milk Angel until he was dry, lying with his head on Angel's belly, his face only inches away from the spurting tip.

When he'd recovered enough to speak, Angel pulled him up for a kiss and said, 'why'd you do that?'

Spike grinned and laid his forehead against Angel's.  'Wanted to watch for once.  Looked good.'  Angel turned Spike back to spoon into him again and started lazily running his fingers though his sticky hair.  Spike thought he had forgotten about England until Angel's quiet voice whispered in his ear, 'did he let you enter him?'

'Yeah.'

'And you came in him?'

'Again, yeah.'

'Fuck Spike, you are incredible.'

'Don't swear Angel.  It doesn't suit you and I don't like it.'

'Sorry…so, what did he look like when you told him it was just a game?'

'Oh, he was a picture Angel.  You should have seen him…totally destroyed.'

'And you left him, just like that?'

Spike stretched a lazy stretch, which he knew would press his backside onto Angel's cock.  He hoped this would distract Angel enough for him not to notice the lie.  'Yeah.'

Angel was pleased.  'Huh, so…what do you want to do now?'

'Thought you didn't want to play.'

'I don't.  I want you though.  Just us.  Please.'

'Do you still love me?'

'What you really mean is, have I bought you a present while I've been missing you enough to die over the last three days.'

'Well, yeah.  Have you?'

'Look in my pocket.'

Spike scrambled out of bed and dug into Angel's coat pocket.  He came out with a small silver box the size of a cigarette packet.

'Cool.  What is it?'

Angel laughed.  'Come back to bed and I'll show you.'

Spike snuggled into Angel's arms and they started playing with the Ipac mini computer.  They immediately got onto the internet and that occupied them both for a couple of hours.

But eventually bored with surfing for porn, Angel made Spike put his new toy away and started stroking him slowly on his lean, strong back.

'Any lotion left?' Angel's voice was husky and filled with need.

'Not much, Giles liked it.'

Angel laughed.  'Do you think he got the vanilla part?'

'Angel, he had four fucking erections, I think he got it.  I think in his mind my blond hair was just a little bit longer, don't you?'

'So, gonna get it for me?'

'No, you fat lazy git, you get it.'

'Stop calling me fat, Spike.  Just because you seem to be able to eat like a pig.  Don't…let go…fuck off…that is not fat, that's muscle.' Angel started laughing at Spike's roving hands on his waist and hips and decided to go without the lotion.  'You still bleeding by any chance?'

'Jees, Mr Sensitive ain't you?  I'll get the bloody stuff.'

Spike climbed up the ladder to retrieve his bag.  He stayed up top for a while and lit a cigarette.  How was he going to tell Angel the unplanned-for ending of his little trip?  He sat on the window seat looking out over the cemetery.  He felt incredibly tired and sore, but he felt as if the love he had for Angel could seep out through his skin and heal all his wounds.  Before he went to LA he had been as dead in his heart as he was in his body.  Fuck, he'd actually shagged a robot; he'd been so desperate and sad.  Now he felt more alive than he remembered being when he had been alive.  He was replete with love.

Cold arms slipped around him from behind.  'Come back to bed, I miss you.'

Spike laughed.  'I told Giles that, worked like a charm on him too.'

He let Angel lead him back to the bed.

Angel started rubbing his hand around the jar of lotion and transferring the thick substance onto Spike's hole.  It felt cool against the torn skin.  Angel used one strong finger to ease all around the puckered ring; occasionally dipping it in to rub against the soft swelling he had imagined feeling for last three days.  He watched Spike's face.  His head was thrown back, his eyes closed in pleasure.  The soft candlelight illuminated him like a saint in a medieval painting.  Angel smiled to himself, Spike was a blasphemy: something demonic that made him feel human.  As opposed to the humans who all made him feel demonic.  Spike never reminded him he was a vampire.  He didn't need to.  Spike never asked him to be something he wasn't, except when they played their games.  Angel was good at playing.  He'd had nearly three hundred years practice.  He started working a second finger into Spike but saw that Spike had now opened his eyes and was watching him.

He stopped Angel's hand for a moment.

'Angel…'

'Ah, here it comes.'

'What?'  Innocent little boy pout.

Almost a new game, almost the naughty-Spike-needs-someone-to-teach- him-things game, but Angel wanted to talk and refused to get into character.

'You've been wanting to tell me something since you got back, haven't you?'

'Bastard.'

'Well, come on Spike, out with it, because I want to be in with it, soon.'

'Well…' Spike plucked at a thread on the sheet.  '…you know I said he was destroyed and I just left him like that.'

'Yess…'

'Oh Angel, you should have seen him, he was incredible.  He sort of turned in on himself.  I swear, you'd never have known I'd just destroyed him.  He was so…so…brave.'

'Brave…brave…are you joking Spike…are you telling me that the Big Bad thought Rupert Giles was brave…?'

'Well, yeah.  He was.  He was brave and he was sweet.'

'Sweet!'  Angel was laughing so hard he had to lie on his back. Spike slid over and laid his head on Angel's chest and played with his nipple lightly.

'Stop that…you can't manipulate me…I'm not a brave, sweet human.'

'Shut up Angel.  I can't help it.  You weren't there.  He wore his suit and drove me to the station.  Stop it Angel…it's not funny.  He thanked me for coming.  Shut up, he didn't mean it that way.  Angel… shut up.'

'So…'  Angel tried really hard to speak.  'So…what did you do, Spike, with your brave, sweet, well-dressed, polite human?'

'I told him I'd come back.  Next month.'

Angel pushed Spike off and sat up in the bed.  'You did what?'

'I invited meself back for a holiday.'  Spike remembered the feel of Giles' lips on his in that last kiss.  Remembered how he had leant in to that warm human ear and whispered those unexpected words.

'Giles…you made me breathe.  One hundred and thirty years Pet and I've never done that with a human.  You were very, very good and I want you again.  I'm coming back, next month and I'm gonna bring someone else for you.'

Giles had looked at him shocked.  'Buffy?'

And he had leant back and whispered in his ear.  'Nah, you're going to be meat in a Vampire sandwich, Pet.'

It took Angel hours to stop laughing enough to make love to Spike.

That's how they thought of it, making love.  So different from the hot, body-breaking, mind-numbing sex they shared when they played their games.  They had no trouble distinguishing in their minds when they were playing their games and when they made love.  They switched seamlessly between the two with a confidence borne out of blood and need.  When they had sex they put on roles and broke each other's bodies, blanked out their minds and tried to escape their individual, painful lives.  It enabled Angel to be rational and calm when he was trying to live a human life, it allowed him to work out his demon passions and desires safely.  It was the opposite for Spike, it allowed him to live the demon life he craved and could not.  It allowed him to cause pain once more.

Mostly they only had sex when they were playing.  When they were just themselves they made love by talking, holding, sharing and laughing together.  Occasionally, like now though, Angel did want to enter Spike with no games and no playing.  He would pull Spike back against his chest, lift Spike's leg over his hip and slide in with soft movements that he would keep going for hours.  He needed this; he needed more sex than Spike did for he did not get it from anyone else.  Spike would have been happy never doing it outside the game, all he wanted was the loving intimacy that no one else seemed willing to give him.  But he was happy to let Angel take him like this, he liked to watch his face contorted in pleasure, he liked to hear his usually quiet voice scream his name.

So Spike's activities in England meant nothing to Angel.  That was just the game, just sex.  But he had told Spike not to wake with Giles, not to shower or bathe with him and not to stay in the bed with him.  That was just for them.  That's what they did together on weekend mornings when Spike went to LA.  After the games which would break them, numb them and exhaust them, Angel would fetch the newspapers and coffee, they would shower and then return to the bed where they would lie for hours, holding, kissing and talking.

Angel took his time in Spike.  He had not had the benefit of multiple orgasms with someone else, as Spike had done.  Angel's celibacy always worked to Spike's advantage after the games.  He pulled Spike's back to his chest, lifted the slim, supple leg up over his hip and rubbed around Spike's hole with his finger for a while.  'Ready?'

'Yeah, not sore any more.  Don't care anyway, just want you, Angel.'

Angel smiled.  It was nice to be wanted for something other than being a hero.  He put the tip of his penis to the small opening and started gently pushing.  Slick with copious amounts of lotion, he slid in easily.

'Nice?'

'Um…hold me too.'

So Angel put a hand over Spike and started to stroke Spike's balls and around his inner thighs.  He felt Spike relax against him, almost seeming to melt into him.  He closed his eyes and lost himself to the sensations.  His cock was totally stimulated.  He could feel the foreskin being pushed down with each gentle thrust and feel it being closed over the tip when he pulled out.  Spike's cock felt hard and urgent under his hand, he put a finger up to feel the tip and smiled when he felt icy precum leaking down and soaking under Spike's foreskin.  He started to nuzzle into Spike's neck and felt Spike stretch to his touch, inviting even more intimate joining.  Careful to bite lower than his collarbone, Angel slid his three hundred year old fangs into Spike's blood.  He stared to drink deeply and heard Spike groaning in pleasure.

As Spike's blood moved around Angel's body it started to push him over the edge.  He sped up a bit in Spike's ass and started matching that rhythm on Spike's cock.  He lifted his mouth from the wound in Spike's neck and said quietly, 'kiss me as we cum.'

Spike twisted his head around and they entwined their tongues, opening their mouths to each other, pulling away to watch eyes and smiles.  They both knew when Angel was ready to orgasm, they both felt his shaft swell and pulse and as Spike felt a jet of cold cum splash on his walls, he bit gently into Angel's tongue and sucked that as if he could suck the cum away instead.  When Angel was totally spent and empty he concentrated on Spike.  He started rubbing the base of his thumb over Spike's tiny slit, he pushing his nail into it a little, making Spike hiss.  Finally he took Spike's hand and put it on the aching shaft too and together they brought him off, his cum cascading back over their entwined fingers, joining them with the flow of potent fluid.

When they were both spent they lay tangled together.  Angel continued to lick and nuzzle the wound in Spike's neck.  If he was careful he could keep it open for hours, just little licks every so often to stop it healing over.  It marked Spike badly for days when he did this, but they both liked it.  Spike reached over and pulled his new computer towards them again, he lay curled into Angel's strong body, playing with it.  Angel watched him lazily.

'Spike…'

'Um?'

'Did you mean it?'

'What?'

'About us, next month, going to England and…'

'Oh yeah.'

'Vampire sandwich.'

'Yeah, maybe we could actually use butter.'

'I can't do it with a human again, you know that.'

'Come off it Angel, I really don't think having Rupert Giles up your ass is going to give you a moment of true happiness.  Unless there is something you're not telling me…'  He gave Angel a cheeky look.  'You're not gay, are you?'

Angel ignored him.  He had realised over the last few months that there was one thing he did very well: ignoring Spike when he wanted to.

'You realise the last time I touched Giles I was putting a screwdriver through his knee cap.'

'Well, ask him, he might be up for that too.  If you don't want to risk sticking it to 'im…if you think you might find it all a bit too, 'moment of true', then you can just watch me.  What do you reckon?'

Spike turned in Angel's arms to see the result of this suggestion. He hardly needed to, he felt Angel's cock swelling and pulsing against his back just at the thought of watching the two of them.

So Spike looked at Angel and raised his eyebrow seductively; Angel looked back at Spike and found himself unconsciously wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, the image of watching Spike with Giles lingering seductively in his mind.

They both knew.

New Game.  Spike-puts-on-a-sex-show-Angel-pays-to-view.

Spike was a natural exhibitionist; Angel discovered he was an avid voyeur.  So Spike ended up with all Angel's money after all.  But then Angel had been given a good show and felt it was money well spent.  He'd eked out the notes one at a time, making Spike become more and more inventive.  He'd even managed to make him put on and take off his leather jeans a few times.

It was a good game and they filed it away for future reference.  It amused them for the rest of night…until Angel had to leave.  Spike never played games when they had to separate.  Separation upset him too much.

As Angel was dressing, he sensed Spike's mood plummeting.  'You've got your phone haven't you?  Use it any time you want.'

'Why can't I come with you?'

Angel tried not to sigh at this oft-repeated question.

'She needs you here.  Now especially.  Repercussions, remember?  And you know how complicated my life is, how many humans I have to cope with now.  They don't seem to like me most of the time, Spike. They'd make you miserable and that'd make me miserable and I'm miserable enough as it is.  Sometimes Spike there seems to be very little difference between humans and demons in LA.  You are safer here.  Come on, we've been through this a hundred times.  Come next weekend, hey?'

Spike climbed sadly off the bed and wrapped his arms around Angel's neck.

'New game…Spike misses Angel?'

'Yeah, new game, Angel misses Spike.'

They leant their foreheads together for a moment then Angel climbed up the ladder and left.

The next night Spike went to the Bronze.  He wanted to get drunk.  He cursed quietly to himself when he saw the gang there.  They acknowledged him, but didn't invite him over.  He didn't want to sit with them anyway.  He got his computer out and tried to figure out again how to send a rude email to Angel.  He wanted to send him the URL for a porn site he'd discovered, one that once you'd opened it you couldn't close it down…unless you were good with computers, and that was not one of Angel's talents.  It amused Spike to think of Angel innocently opening up the email on the shared office computer and then being totally unable to get rid of the hardcore gay porn site.  Let him talk himself out of that one.

Xander came to the bar to get some drinks.  'What'y'got there dead boy?'

'A magic fucking orb.  What does it look like.'

'Hey, that's really cool.  How much did it cost.'

'Dunno.  Didn't buy it.'

'You stole it?  Spike, you stole a computer?  Who from?'

'Shut up Harris, I didn't steal it.'

'Oh.  Well I could buy one of those soon; I've got a new contract for a week, up state.  Building a deck for some rich git.  If I can get a crew together.'

Spike looked up from his toy.  'Crew?'

'Yeah, I need about four guys.'

'Uh huh.'

'What, you interested?  You don't do labouring, Spike.  I need workers not wankers.'

'Suit yourself.'

'Well, I guess if I had no one else, you could do the night work…are you seriously interested?'

Spike looked him up and down for a moment.  Took in the soft hair, the large innocent eyes and the soft boyish body.  He kept eye contact, gave a small evil grin to himself and reached into his pocket.

'Dunno, Pet, let me make a phone call first.'

The End

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