Passions - post Gift, spike/giles
Passions
By FemailoftheSpecies
Spike/Giles
NC17
Patrol had been quiet as it often was during the summer. And even though Buffy was gone, Spike more than made up for her absence on the killing fields.
He had a passion for destruction.
But this quiet left him full of energy and pent up aggression. Giles felt it, as if tangible, on the walk home, but nothing was said and they arrived at the watcher’s small apartment where the vampire had been staying recently in companionable, if tension-filled, silence.
Giles headed for the kitchen, hearing the clang of an un-bloodied axe on the tiled floor behind him before the assault.
He was spun swiftly and pushed against the counter, cool hands on his arms holding him in place as Spike plundered his mouth. It was moments like these, when dark, demonic need overtook reason, that Giles felt closest to the blond.
Pulling away, Spike rested his forehead against Giles’. “Wanna shag you.”
He rarely said much more than that and nothing else was required. Giles nodded and was rewarded with soft kisses, tiny pecks that made his tummy twist and turn and sink as Spike took his time tasting the human’s fervor. A strong hand slipped past the waistband of his trousers and the vampire smiled. Giles was always ready for him, hard, throbbing and slick.
The stripping was swift. They were used to quick moments that were capitalized upon before the fierce desire to possess and be possessed ebbed and melted into something more … manageable.
But tonight Spike was feral, shaking with the obscene necessity to be restrained, careful with the man, when he wanted to plunge in cock first, blood easing the way later. Yet the lube was now well-used and several tubes of it could be found in discreet places around the apartment one of which was the towel drawer in the kitchen.
Spike fielded through the drawer, found what he was looking for and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. Seconds later, Giles felt the cool slick sensation of expert digits inside him, spreading him gently but with determination. His eyes widened as nail scraped over that spongy nub and Spike pulled out quickly while the man panted, wanting him back inside.
The wait was over before it started as Spike drive into him slowly, pushing in as Giles pushed back. The pain was inconsequential; the limits were something they had been playing with and were accustomed to working around. He started a slow rhythm, and Giles savored it because they both knew it would not be long before the pace was punishing and brutal, they way they both liked it.
Tonight he would bite him. The vampire had his mind set on it and his demon was not to be denied. And the next time, Giles might be the one in control; it all depended on their moods.
They did these things when no one watched and no one heard, outside of life and love, but in between, they watched Passions.
~~~~~~~
End
By FemailoftheSpecies
Spike/Giles
NC17
Patrol had been quiet as it often was during the summer. And even though Buffy was gone, Spike more than made up for her absence on the killing fields.
He had a passion for destruction.
But this quiet left him full of energy and pent up aggression. Giles felt it, as if tangible, on the walk home, but nothing was said and they arrived at the watcher’s small apartment where the vampire had been staying recently in companionable, if tension-filled, silence.
Giles headed for the kitchen, hearing the clang of an un-bloodied axe on the tiled floor behind him before the assault.
He was spun swiftly and pushed against the counter, cool hands on his arms holding him in place as Spike plundered his mouth. It was moments like these, when dark, demonic need overtook reason, that Giles felt closest to the blond.
Pulling away, Spike rested his forehead against Giles’. “Wanna shag you.”
He rarely said much more than that and nothing else was required. Giles nodded and was rewarded with soft kisses, tiny pecks that made his tummy twist and turn and sink as Spike took his time tasting the human’s fervor. A strong hand slipped past the waistband of his trousers and the vampire smiled. Giles was always ready for him, hard, throbbing and slick.
The stripping was swift. They were used to quick moments that were capitalized upon before the fierce desire to possess and be possessed ebbed and melted into something more … manageable.
But tonight Spike was feral, shaking with the obscene necessity to be restrained, careful with the man, when he wanted to plunge in cock first, blood easing the way later. Yet the lube was now well-used and several tubes of it could be found in discreet places around the apartment one of which was the towel drawer in the kitchen.
Spike fielded through the drawer, found what he was looking for and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. Seconds later, Giles felt the cool slick sensation of expert digits inside him, spreading him gently but with determination. His eyes widened as nail scraped over that spongy nub and Spike pulled out quickly while the man panted, wanting him back inside.
The wait was over before it started as Spike drive into him slowly, pushing in as Giles pushed back. The pain was inconsequential; the limits were something they had been playing with and were accustomed to working around. He started a slow rhythm, and Giles savored it because they both knew it would not be long before the pace was punishing and brutal, they way they both liked it.
Tonight he would bite him. The vampire had his mind set on it and his demon was not to be denied. And the next time, Giles might be the one in control; it all depended on their moods.
They did these things when no one watched and no one heard, outside of life and love, but in between, they watched Passions.
~~~~~~~
End