FIC: A Little Bit More, G/S, Bloodplay, NC-17, (1/4)
A LITTLE BIT MORE
(Sequel to “Just Enough”)
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: In an attempt to take their relationship just a little bit further, Giles and Spike find themselves taking a step they never intended.
Written as a sequel to Just Enough - click here to read
PAIRING: G/S
TIMELINE: Post Season 5, about 6-8 weeks after Just Enough
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Giles, Spike, or anything else except my beloved computer named “Slate.” (Obviously I don’t own them, or I’d own a lot more than Slate and you’d have to pay to read this.) The Buffyverse belongs to Joss, ME (yes, I know, old joke), and a whole bunch of alphabetical TV networks, ‘specially now that it’s gone into syndication. Please don’t sue, I know I don’t have permission. Bad me. All my money went to bootleg X-files and Buffy episodes, and Slate doesn’t want to leave me!
WARNINGS: Graphic Slash, Bloodplay, BDSM
DEDICATION: To elizabuffy, my little cupcake. This is all the result of a conversation with you a few months ago about bloodplay that made me horny as hell! I just HAD to start writing this afterward, even though I’d promised myself Just Enough would NEVER have a sequel. So, thank you for creating this side of me and inspiring me to such perversion, er, perfection. Love you, babe.
Thanks also to pumpkin, aka lawyergirl15 for the beta! *L* Glad to know I could make your day by letting you put some commas in ;^) I know that makes you far happier than it should. Anyway, the help is always appreciated, and thanks for putting up w/me.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!! Lay it on me at PhenDog@gmail.com Good feedback will be treasured, printed, and taped on my wall. Flames will be treasured, printed in large typeface, matted, framed, and hung with care on my door for all to see. Either way, you’ll be encouraging me to write more! Constructive Criticism treasured above all else.
DISTRIBUTION: A lot of places. If you want, just ask!
A/N: I had told myself there would never be a sequel to the original fic for a reason: I was making a point that sex could exist as simple comfort between two people without love being a necessary component. And really, where was there to go from that?
Then, well, the damn bunny bit, and I wrote this, which completely obliterated the point of the first fic. Sorry! Anyway, in case anyone’s interested, a third installment has already been started, though don’t expect it any time soon!
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The hunger was frantic as they came together again and again, lips seeking each other for hard, darting quick kisses, nibbling along jawlines, nipping at the corners of mouths, the occasional bit of tongue flicking out to taste the slight saltiness of the other’s skin. Hands found the solidness of shoulders, biceps, torsos, and abdomens, claiming the flesh and tracing its lines while they alternated between dancing caresses and firm strokes.
Spike claimed the Watcher’s mouth firmly as he flattened his palm below his partner’s navel, letting the fingers comb through the rough curls they found there. Giles’ breath and tongue were so hot against his own, that he could feel the warmth seeping in, velvet and softness alternated with firm, dominate contact as they tasted each other, smoke and spice to tea and mint.
Tonight the lust was strong, and there hadn’t been time for words in the minutes since they’d reached Giles’ flat. They’d barely made it in the door before greedy hands had found one another, clothes dropping to the floor, glasses greeting the coffee table, as they took turns pushing and pulling each other up the stairs to the bedroom in the loft.
It had been a hard day for both, and that evening when Spike had brushed his hand along Giles’ arm as the group broke up from their latest research and whispered his question, “Tonight?” a curt nod and draining of tension from the human’s shoulders had been all the response he’d needed-an unspoken agreement to the mutual need for another of their burning trysts.
Already the Watcher felt the exhaustion and weariness to be a distant memory for both of them as Giles let the pads of his fingers lightly trace along the vampire’s spine, featherlight in a way he knew would make Spike shiver. He wasn’t disappointed when he was rewarded with a moan, rumbling against him, begging for a firmer caress. Fingers found Giles’ cock, the digits feeling almost cold compared to the heated flesh, making Giles ache as blood rushed to fill what had already been half erect.
Allowing himself to push back the foreskin, and run a steady thumb back and forth across the slit, Spike felt the answering touches along his rear as Giles moved his hand between the buttocks, spreading them as he brushed the soft, puckered entrance, pushing just slightly against it in silent promise.
Spike let his own erection press up against the human’s, stroking them together between his palms before Giles suddenly put his hands on the vampire’s shoulders and pushed him away, breaking off the kiss and panting. “Wait.”
“Watcher?” Spike forced down his lust and tried to discern why Giles had interrupted.
Green eyes bored into his own-intense, serious. “How far can I trust you?” he asked, still breathing hard, his voice low and urgent.
Spike wasn’t prepared for the question, and cocked his head. What was the other man up to, he wondered? He let his hand brush down Giles’ arm, not sure how he should answer. Slowly, he tried to choose his words. “What-” but he was cut off by a sudden finger against his lips.
“No. Never mind that. If I can’t, then your answer wouldn’t matter anyway.” Giles let the hand drop. The uncertainty in his face remained, but his voice gained more conviction. “There’ve been some restrictions on what we’ve been able to do; restrictions I thought necessary, but lately…well.”
The Watcher’s fingers found the back of the vampire’s head, stroking the hairline, and Spike leaned forward, half-closing his eyes as he allowed the caress, understanding Giles was referring to the chip. Then Giles continued. “I’ve found a spell that would last a few hours. It would mask my humanity from you temporarily…”
His words sank in as he trailed off, and Spike looked up, feeling the thrill run through him. He forced himself not to appear too eager. “So this bloody chip…”
“Wouldn’t recognize me.” Giles nodded, allowing his hand to continue resting at the back of his partner’s neck. “At least I believe so. I would be vulnerable to you.”
“Giving us a chance to do a little bit more,” Spike whispered in response. He could smell the slight anxiety coming from the human, and understood. It would take away the one barrier they had counted on to keep his demon in check and stop the games from going too far. Right now, Giles was merely presenting a possibility, not committing himself to it.
Leaning in closer, the vampire used his touch against the other’s forearm to reassure. “Rupert,” he began softly, massaging gently, “just want you to know-right now, you are perhaps the only thing keeping me here. I’m getting rather used to having you around, whether I intended to or not. Don’t want to do anything to lose you, so don’t worry about that. I’m not ready to be alone again, just yet. It’s nice, you know-not being alone. I like you alive and human…soul attached.” The words felt weak, but they were honest, and the best he could find.
Giles reigned in emotions he wasn’t ready to face. He didn’t like the words that came out next, but he needed to ask them anyway, as his hand caught Spike’s and held it still. “I’ve watched you fight your demon rather hard at times when the situation gets…heated. Even if you didn’t mean to harm me, the spell would allow us to put ourselves in some rather tempting situations. Can you control it?”
The question was valid, and Spike looked away for a long minute before answering. “I haven’t marked you as a proper Consort, nor should I, unless we want this a bit more permanent than I think we do and have that bugger-all Council of yours chasing us both, but you do still have a bit of my blood running through you. I can smell myself on you. Should be enough, but you can drink more to make the effect stronger, if it would make you feel better.”
There was no pause as the decision was made. “Alright. Come with me,” Giles requested, licking his lips as he tried to quell the voice that was trying to rebel against what he was about to do. Still, if he were going to continue the relationship with Spike, something buried deep down needed to know that he could face the demon without restraint. Besides, an undeniable part of him had been wanting, since that first night, to know the feeling of the vampire in him, pounding and possessing him in return, touching him deep inside and momentarily burning out the sorrow and fatigue his soul would not release.
He led them to the bed and stripped off the blankets. Sitting on the dark sheets, Giles moved so that he was sitting upright at the head of the bed. Motioning for Spike to join him, he slid open the drawer of the nightstand. To Spike, it looked as it always did, but Giles dug in the back and brought out a small Ziploc bag containing what must have been the ingredients for the spell. In addition to that, he lifted out the dagger. Their dagger.
Spreading some of the herbs from the bag in the palm of his right hand, Giles let his left hold the blade of the dagger, running his thumb against the edge to slice it open. Immediately, Spike caught the bloodscent as the bright redness welled up, and Giles bit his lip slightly when the bright flash of pain reached his brain.
When he’d managed to squeeze out a satisfactory amount to mix with the herbs, he offered the cut to the vampire, and both briefly closed their eyes to revel in the force that flowed through them, recognizing the soft bond they’d created with blood in their previous couplings. Giles concentrated on the feel of that soft, wet tongue, lapping the wound and cooling it as the chemicals in the vampire’s saliva closed the cut quickly. Spike caught his gaze and held it as the Watcher silently reclaimed his hand. There was an intensity there…anticipation?
Giles broke the connection first, quickly glancing down, then used his index finger to combine the blood and herbs in his palm into a sticky substance. Carefully, he placed a mark on Spike’s face below each eye before smearing the rest on the skin over his heart.
“I’ll need you to be in contact with me while I recite the incantation.”
“Not a problem, mate,” Spike grinned as he leaned into his partner and let his hand stray along the lines of the warm body. He thought of feeling it wrapped so beautifully around him, squeezing him. He found himself slightly euphoric at the possibilities of the gift that was about to be given to him, hardly daring to believe and trying to keep his excitement in check.
“It might be best if you didn’t attempt to distract me during this, though.”
Spike grew serious immediately, and stilled his caress. Normally, he found himself more than a little uneasy about magic of any kind, but for once he had no objections. Still, no matter how simple the spell, the thought of something going wrong was sobering.
The vampire kept his cheek pressed firmly against the Watcher’s chest, his mind reeling, as Giles spoke the words to the air with firm conviction, a free hand playing absently with the gel-stiff spikes of blond hair. It was obvious that Giles had been practicing the incantation, preparing to do this, and Spike wondered how long ago the other man had decided to do it. Already, he could feel himself trembling at the very thought of what would be allowed him. The thought of being able to bite made him nearly dizzy with the desire to feel that first thrill as fangs broke flesh and were welcomed by it, the hot blood rushing out of the wounds to fill his mouth and cover his tongue…
The words flowed easy enough, and Giles felt his concerns for the foolishness of what he was doing melt away as he mentally reached for the powers, touching them with his mind as they answered him. With precision born of practice, he wove them as he wished and sent them to wrap around the chip in Spike’s brain, blocking his presence from the collection of silicon circuitry, and allowing it to ignore his humanity.
Finally, the chant came to an end, and the marks of blood seemed to grow bright before disappearing, fading from red to white and sinking into the flesh. “It is done,” he told Spike, giving his companion’s shoulder a light squeeze.
Spike snuck a quick hand to an exposed nipple and pinched. Hard.
The human roared and tried to push him away. “Bloody hell, Spike!” Gently, his fingers found the tender flesh, and he looked up, brow furrowed and indignant. “Was that absolutely necessary?”
“Oh stuff it, Watcher. You knew I was going to test it,” Spike grinned. “At least now we know your little voodoo worked.” He moved Giles’ hand aside as his mouth took over, soothing. “Didn’t even break the skin.”
“Perhaps a warning would be appreciated next time.” Giles could feel his heart beating faster, the danger becoming real in his mind.
“You’re lucky I don’t just bite you now, quite honestly, mate, for as bad as I want it right at this instant.” Spike blew gently across the nipple, letting the air and moisture cool, and eliciting a slight shiver. He grew serious. “You knew where this was going when you offered, Rupert. I want that knife to stay in the drawer the rest of the night, got it?”
A long, slender finger traced along the Watcher’s cheek, noting the flush that had settled there. So hot, so alive, the demon inside couldn’t help but note as Spike trailed his touch along the jawline softly, barely maintaining contact as he dipped lower, outlining the trachea, making his companion pant at the teasing contact. “Now that I can, we’re doing this right, yeah?” A nail followed the veins of the neck, knowing them by instinct even where their throbbing wasn’t visible through the skin.
“Spike…” Giles managed, voice thick with desire tinged with anxiety, as he once again stopped the caresses.
The vampire’s ice blue eyes looked into his, serious. “I meant what I said, Rupert. It wasn’t just the chip holding me back before, and I don’t want to hurt you now. I might still be evil, but what we’ve got is something I depend on. Wouldn’t change that. But you knew I’d want a proper bite with my fuck.”
Giles nodded silently, swallowing hard.
“One thing, though. If I go further than you want, or you think I’m losing control, you tell me. Your voice, and I’ll pull back. I swear it. Humans are fragile. It’s easy to forget, but I won’t.”
The Watcher took a deep breath and calmed himself. “I’m not having second thoughts. That would be unfair, I know. It’s just that…I’m not afraid of dying, Spike. Perhaps I’m no longer ready to do it by my own hand, but I don’t fear it either. You’ve been feeding me, though. Often, and if…”
Then he understood; Giles feared becoming a vampire himself. Spike thought of what the Watcher would be like if turned. “Yeah, and you’d be one hell of a badass to track down, knowing you. Don’t worry, no matter what, I’d never let that happen, alright? Might be kinda fun, and if it worked right, you and I’d be one bloody fabulous team, but it’s not worth the risk. Never know how it’s going to change a person.”
Giles raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure whether to be comforted or disturbed, but thank you. I think.”
“This….It means a lot to me, Watcher,” he nodded. “I want to make sure than when the spell wears off, you won’t hesitate to do it again, hear?” Then the smile came, quick and bright. “No more talking now. I wanna suck you and fuck you until you howl. How long we got?”
Giles grinned back, more steadily this time. “Four or five hours.”
Click here to continue on to part 2
(Sequel to “Just Enough”)
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: In an attempt to take their relationship just a little bit further, Giles and Spike find themselves taking a step they never intended.
Written as a sequel to Just Enough - click here to read
PAIRING: G/S
TIMELINE: Post Season 5, about 6-8 weeks after Just Enough
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Giles, Spike, or anything else except my beloved computer named “Slate.” (Obviously I don’t own them, or I’d own a lot more than Slate and you’d have to pay to read this.) The Buffyverse belongs to Joss, ME (yes, I know, old joke), and a whole bunch of alphabetical TV networks, ‘specially now that it’s gone into syndication. Please don’t sue, I know I don’t have permission. Bad me. All my money went to bootleg X-files and Buffy episodes, and Slate doesn’t want to leave me!
WARNINGS: Graphic Slash, Bloodplay, BDSM
DEDICATION: To elizabuffy, my little cupcake. This is all the result of a conversation with you a few months ago about bloodplay that made me horny as hell! I just HAD to start writing this afterward, even though I’d promised myself Just Enough would NEVER have a sequel. So, thank you for creating this side of me and inspiring me to such perversion, er, perfection. Love you, babe.
Thanks also to pumpkin, aka lawyergirl15 for the beta! *L* Glad to know I could make your day by letting you put some commas in ;^) I know that makes you far happier than it should. Anyway, the help is always appreciated, and thanks for putting up w/me.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!! Lay it on me at PhenDog@gmail.com Good feedback will be treasured, printed, and taped on my wall. Flames will be treasured, printed in large typeface, matted, framed, and hung with care on my door for all to see. Either way, you’ll be encouraging me to write more! Constructive Criticism treasured above all else.
DISTRIBUTION: A lot of places. If you want, just ask!
A/N: I had told myself there would never be a sequel to the original fic for a reason: I was making a point that sex could exist as simple comfort between two people without love being a necessary component. And really, where was there to go from that?
Then, well, the damn bunny bit, and I wrote this, which completely obliterated the point of the first fic. Sorry! Anyway, in case anyone’s interested, a third installment has already been started, though don’t expect it any time soon!
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The hunger was frantic as they came together again and again, lips seeking each other for hard, darting quick kisses, nibbling along jawlines, nipping at the corners of mouths, the occasional bit of tongue flicking out to taste the slight saltiness of the other’s skin. Hands found the solidness of shoulders, biceps, torsos, and abdomens, claiming the flesh and tracing its lines while they alternated between dancing caresses and firm strokes.
Spike claimed the Watcher’s mouth firmly as he flattened his palm below his partner’s navel, letting the fingers comb through the rough curls they found there. Giles’ breath and tongue were so hot against his own, that he could feel the warmth seeping in, velvet and softness alternated with firm, dominate contact as they tasted each other, smoke and spice to tea and mint.
Tonight the lust was strong, and there hadn’t been time for words in the minutes since they’d reached Giles’ flat. They’d barely made it in the door before greedy hands had found one another, clothes dropping to the floor, glasses greeting the coffee table, as they took turns pushing and pulling each other up the stairs to the bedroom in the loft.
It had been a hard day for both, and that evening when Spike had brushed his hand along Giles’ arm as the group broke up from their latest research and whispered his question, “Tonight?” a curt nod and draining of tension from the human’s shoulders had been all the response he’d needed-an unspoken agreement to the mutual need for another of their burning trysts.
Already the Watcher felt the exhaustion and weariness to be a distant memory for both of them as Giles let the pads of his fingers lightly trace along the vampire’s spine, featherlight in a way he knew would make Spike shiver. He wasn’t disappointed when he was rewarded with a moan, rumbling against him, begging for a firmer caress. Fingers found Giles’ cock, the digits feeling almost cold compared to the heated flesh, making Giles ache as blood rushed to fill what had already been half erect.
Allowing himself to push back the foreskin, and run a steady thumb back and forth across the slit, Spike felt the answering touches along his rear as Giles moved his hand between the buttocks, spreading them as he brushed the soft, puckered entrance, pushing just slightly against it in silent promise.
Spike let his own erection press up against the human’s, stroking them together between his palms before Giles suddenly put his hands on the vampire’s shoulders and pushed him away, breaking off the kiss and panting. “Wait.”
“Watcher?” Spike forced down his lust and tried to discern why Giles had interrupted.
Green eyes bored into his own-intense, serious. “How far can I trust you?” he asked, still breathing hard, his voice low and urgent.
Spike wasn’t prepared for the question, and cocked his head. What was the other man up to, he wondered? He let his hand brush down Giles’ arm, not sure how he should answer. Slowly, he tried to choose his words. “What-” but he was cut off by a sudden finger against his lips.
“No. Never mind that. If I can’t, then your answer wouldn’t matter anyway.” Giles let the hand drop. The uncertainty in his face remained, but his voice gained more conviction. “There’ve been some restrictions on what we’ve been able to do; restrictions I thought necessary, but lately…well.”
The Watcher’s fingers found the back of the vampire’s head, stroking the hairline, and Spike leaned forward, half-closing his eyes as he allowed the caress, understanding Giles was referring to the chip. Then Giles continued. “I’ve found a spell that would last a few hours. It would mask my humanity from you temporarily…”
His words sank in as he trailed off, and Spike looked up, feeling the thrill run through him. He forced himself not to appear too eager. “So this bloody chip…”
“Wouldn’t recognize me.” Giles nodded, allowing his hand to continue resting at the back of his partner’s neck. “At least I believe so. I would be vulnerable to you.”
“Giving us a chance to do a little bit more,” Spike whispered in response. He could smell the slight anxiety coming from the human, and understood. It would take away the one barrier they had counted on to keep his demon in check and stop the games from going too far. Right now, Giles was merely presenting a possibility, not committing himself to it.
Leaning in closer, the vampire used his touch against the other’s forearm to reassure. “Rupert,” he began softly, massaging gently, “just want you to know-right now, you are perhaps the only thing keeping me here. I’m getting rather used to having you around, whether I intended to or not. Don’t want to do anything to lose you, so don’t worry about that. I’m not ready to be alone again, just yet. It’s nice, you know-not being alone. I like you alive and human…soul attached.” The words felt weak, but they were honest, and the best he could find.
Giles reigned in emotions he wasn’t ready to face. He didn’t like the words that came out next, but he needed to ask them anyway, as his hand caught Spike’s and held it still. “I’ve watched you fight your demon rather hard at times when the situation gets…heated. Even if you didn’t mean to harm me, the spell would allow us to put ourselves in some rather tempting situations. Can you control it?”
The question was valid, and Spike looked away for a long minute before answering. “I haven’t marked you as a proper Consort, nor should I, unless we want this a bit more permanent than I think we do and have that bugger-all Council of yours chasing us both, but you do still have a bit of my blood running through you. I can smell myself on you. Should be enough, but you can drink more to make the effect stronger, if it would make you feel better.”
There was no pause as the decision was made. “Alright. Come with me,” Giles requested, licking his lips as he tried to quell the voice that was trying to rebel against what he was about to do. Still, if he were going to continue the relationship with Spike, something buried deep down needed to know that he could face the demon without restraint. Besides, an undeniable part of him had been wanting, since that first night, to know the feeling of the vampire in him, pounding and possessing him in return, touching him deep inside and momentarily burning out the sorrow and fatigue his soul would not release.
He led them to the bed and stripped off the blankets. Sitting on the dark sheets, Giles moved so that he was sitting upright at the head of the bed. Motioning for Spike to join him, he slid open the drawer of the nightstand. To Spike, it looked as it always did, but Giles dug in the back and brought out a small Ziploc bag containing what must have been the ingredients for the spell. In addition to that, he lifted out the dagger. Their dagger.
Spreading some of the herbs from the bag in the palm of his right hand, Giles let his left hold the blade of the dagger, running his thumb against the edge to slice it open. Immediately, Spike caught the bloodscent as the bright redness welled up, and Giles bit his lip slightly when the bright flash of pain reached his brain.
When he’d managed to squeeze out a satisfactory amount to mix with the herbs, he offered the cut to the vampire, and both briefly closed their eyes to revel in the force that flowed through them, recognizing the soft bond they’d created with blood in their previous couplings. Giles concentrated on the feel of that soft, wet tongue, lapping the wound and cooling it as the chemicals in the vampire’s saliva closed the cut quickly. Spike caught his gaze and held it as the Watcher silently reclaimed his hand. There was an intensity there…anticipation?
Giles broke the connection first, quickly glancing down, then used his index finger to combine the blood and herbs in his palm into a sticky substance. Carefully, he placed a mark on Spike’s face below each eye before smearing the rest on the skin over his heart.
“I’ll need you to be in contact with me while I recite the incantation.”
“Not a problem, mate,” Spike grinned as he leaned into his partner and let his hand stray along the lines of the warm body. He thought of feeling it wrapped so beautifully around him, squeezing him. He found himself slightly euphoric at the possibilities of the gift that was about to be given to him, hardly daring to believe and trying to keep his excitement in check.
“It might be best if you didn’t attempt to distract me during this, though.”
Spike grew serious immediately, and stilled his caress. Normally, he found himself more than a little uneasy about magic of any kind, but for once he had no objections. Still, no matter how simple the spell, the thought of something going wrong was sobering.
The vampire kept his cheek pressed firmly against the Watcher’s chest, his mind reeling, as Giles spoke the words to the air with firm conviction, a free hand playing absently with the gel-stiff spikes of blond hair. It was obvious that Giles had been practicing the incantation, preparing to do this, and Spike wondered how long ago the other man had decided to do it. Already, he could feel himself trembling at the very thought of what would be allowed him. The thought of being able to bite made him nearly dizzy with the desire to feel that first thrill as fangs broke flesh and were welcomed by it, the hot blood rushing out of the wounds to fill his mouth and cover his tongue…
The words flowed easy enough, and Giles felt his concerns for the foolishness of what he was doing melt away as he mentally reached for the powers, touching them with his mind as they answered him. With precision born of practice, he wove them as he wished and sent them to wrap around the chip in Spike’s brain, blocking his presence from the collection of silicon circuitry, and allowing it to ignore his humanity.
Finally, the chant came to an end, and the marks of blood seemed to grow bright before disappearing, fading from red to white and sinking into the flesh. “It is done,” he told Spike, giving his companion’s shoulder a light squeeze.
Spike snuck a quick hand to an exposed nipple and pinched. Hard.
The human roared and tried to push him away. “Bloody hell, Spike!” Gently, his fingers found the tender flesh, and he looked up, brow furrowed and indignant. “Was that absolutely necessary?”
“Oh stuff it, Watcher. You knew I was going to test it,” Spike grinned. “At least now we know your little voodoo worked.” He moved Giles’ hand aside as his mouth took over, soothing. “Didn’t even break the skin.”
“Perhaps a warning would be appreciated next time.” Giles could feel his heart beating faster, the danger becoming real in his mind.
“You’re lucky I don’t just bite you now, quite honestly, mate, for as bad as I want it right at this instant.” Spike blew gently across the nipple, letting the air and moisture cool, and eliciting a slight shiver. He grew serious. “You knew where this was going when you offered, Rupert. I want that knife to stay in the drawer the rest of the night, got it?”
A long, slender finger traced along the Watcher’s cheek, noting the flush that had settled there. So hot, so alive, the demon inside couldn’t help but note as Spike trailed his touch along the jawline softly, barely maintaining contact as he dipped lower, outlining the trachea, making his companion pant at the teasing contact. “Now that I can, we’re doing this right, yeah?” A nail followed the veins of the neck, knowing them by instinct even where their throbbing wasn’t visible through the skin.
“Spike…” Giles managed, voice thick with desire tinged with anxiety, as he once again stopped the caresses.
The vampire’s ice blue eyes looked into his, serious. “I meant what I said, Rupert. It wasn’t just the chip holding me back before, and I don’t want to hurt you now. I might still be evil, but what we’ve got is something I depend on. Wouldn’t change that. But you knew I’d want a proper bite with my fuck.”
Giles nodded silently, swallowing hard.
“One thing, though. If I go further than you want, or you think I’m losing control, you tell me. Your voice, and I’ll pull back. I swear it. Humans are fragile. It’s easy to forget, but I won’t.”
The Watcher took a deep breath and calmed himself. “I’m not having second thoughts. That would be unfair, I know. It’s just that…I’m not afraid of dying, Spike. Perhaps I’m no longer ready to do it by my own hand, but I don’t fear it either. You’ve been feeding me, though. Often, and if…”
Then he understood; Giles feared becoming a vampire himself. Spike thought of what the Watcher would be like if turned. “Yeah, and you’d be one hell of a badass to track down, knowing you. Don’t worry, no matter what, I’d never let that happen, alright? Might be kinda fun, and if it worked right, you and I’d be one bloody fabulous team, but it’s not worth the risk. Never know how it’s going to change a person.”
Giles raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure whether to be comforted or disturbed, but thank you. I think.”
“This….It means a lot to me, Watcher,” he nodded. “I want to make sure than when the spell wears off, you won’t hesitate to do it again, hear?” Then the smile came, quick and bright. “No more talking now. I wanna suck you and fuck you until you howl. How long we got?”
Giles grinned back, more steadily this time. “Four or five hours.”
Click here to continue on to part 2