Wake Part 4
Warnings: same warnings apply
Part 4
Part 4
The next few days were something of a trial, but Giles felt that he coped as well as could be expected. He also discovered that his first thoughts about Angel were not perhaps wholly correct. There was an element of the human child in him, as there was in Spike, after all. But, oh what a different kind of child! This one had nothing sweet and biddable in him as Spike did. Instead, he reminded Giles of the worst kind of playground bully that he remembered from his early years at Winchester; the type that would pick on smaller boys and steal their pocket money, or play vicious practical jokes at the expense of others (he had had to endure plenty of their spite himself until he became big enough to gain their respect and even to be one of them). It wasn’t actually anything that Angel did that made him think this. The vampire had obviously learned his lesson as far as what would happen if he attempted to harm Giles, and he did nothing overtly threatening. It was simply his expression, the look in his eyes, always holding an element of sullen, barely repressed insolence. If he had been able to speak, he would not have had anything good to say, that was certain.
And he was very, very intimidating physically. Giles was a tall man, and Angel was no taller, but somehow, when upright, he seemed to loom over him. He exuded an aura of overwhelming masculinity that Giles found very off-putting, almost disgusting. He accepted that, before Angel actually arrived, he had imagined himself imposing sexual intercourse on his old enemy; bending him over the arm of the couch, as he did Spike, and fucking him raw, until he wept and begged for mercy. Or best of all, Angel at his feet, Giles’s cock in his mouth, Giles’s hands on his head, holding him in place while he fucked the vampire’s throat, oblivious to the choking noises he made, his flailing hands. Now, the very idea of being touched by Angel in any way revolted Giles. The vampire looked like what he was, a monster in the form of a fully grown man. He had none of that delicate, arrested adolescence that made Spike so desirable and charming. “He’s not young enough for you,” the little voice in the back of Giles’s head whispered, that voice he ignored, as always, since it didn’t say anything he wanted to hear.
In spite of this, however, he had reminded himself sternly that he was conducting an experiment with these creatures, and that their interaction was part of that experiment. Therefore, he gradually, over the course of several days, allowed the two of them to spend more time together. He began by taking Spike down to the cellar and letting him get close to Angel, as he had the first time. Angel was remarkably tolerant of the smaller, weaker vampire touching him and sniffing at him, and even licking his face and throat. Occasionally, although kept on a very short chain, he seemed to grow impatient with Spike’s attentions and would lash out and give him a cuff round the ear or the back of the head, and Spike would hiss with displeasure and retreat a little. But he always went back after a while and, if Giles had let him, would have curled up with Angel on his mat, Giles was certain, to sleep the day away. At that point, Giles would take Spike back upstairs and distract him with the television, until he seemed to forget about Angel again.
Giles felt it very important to keep reasserting his own authority over Spike at this point, not to let him forget who the real master was; and he would always initiate some kind of sexual contact after these meet-and-greet sessions, even if it was only to bring Spike off with a quick hand job. He was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with the vampire’s now insatiable desire for sex anyway. He was not as young as he had been, and, after the initial thrill of having a sweet, compliant body always at his disposal had worn off, sheer physical exhaustion had begun to set in. And this after he had pretty much conditioned Spike to be his sex toy, to always be ready and willing, to want that kind of contact; never to say no. The part of Giles’s mind that stood aside from the rest and saw things dispassionately, could see the irony in this, but mostly his mind seemed to churn with baser emotions, one of them being an overwhelming possessiveness. Even if he was too tired to fuck him, Spike was his and no one else should have him - certainly not that beast living in the cellar.
It was when he openly acknowledged to himself that he was jealous of Angel as regards Spike, that the idea of staking him first presented itself to Giles. It was tempting to do it immediately, and he had to remind himself yet again that he was undertaking research, valuable research that that stupid Walsh woman would never dream of doing; research that could see him reinstated in the inner circles of the Watchers’ Council. It must be finished before he disposed of either of the participants. He didn’t at the time even consciously realise that he had thought of getting rid of both vampires. It would have meant admitting to himself that a time might well come when he wearied of Spike’s slavish, needy devotion. Well, that time was not yet. And there was still work to be done.
So thinking, Giles began to bring Angel upstairs for an hour or two each day, after first installing yet more ring bolts to chain him to in the living room. It was a tortuous procedure that made Giles very nervous, something he knew that Angel picked up on instantly. He was sure he’d seen a smug look on the vampire’s face when he’d noticed Giles surreptitiously wiping the sweat from his forehead. Spike at first seemed unsure about sharing his territory with the larger vampire, but soon seemed to accept the notion, and would even go and stand outside the cellar door at a certain time every day, waiting for Giles to bring his companion upstairs. It did puzzle Spike somewhat that Angel seemed totally uninterested in the television, but he would gladly follow him round the house instead, once Giles -armed with the cattle prod - felt safe enough to let him wander about unchained for a while. Spike seemed to find everything that Angel did absolutely fascinating, like a small boy infatuated with the bigger, stronger boy who, for some reason, tolerated - even welcomed - his presence.
Giles had never got round to giving Angel any clothing, couldn’t imagine doing so now, although it meant that he could never look fully at him, because he didn’t want to see Angel’s cock, such a potent sign of his masculinity, lying seemingly always half-erect against his muscular thigh. The sight both disgusted and intimidated him. Nor could he imagine trying to wash him the way he washed Spike. Angel never seemed to smell bad, though, so it didn’t matter much. It was irritating, however, the way Spike was so eager to copy him. Once he realised that Angel didn’t have to wear clothes, he was more likely than ever to take his own off and wander round without them. Giles had to reinforce his authority many, many times on this issue over the course of several days, until finally, in total exasperation bordering on fury, he seized Spike by the scruff of the neck and held him face to the wall while he struck the vampire’s bare buttocks with a small, whippy rattan cane bought especially for the purpose but never before used. He kept the blows neat and economical, ten on each shrinking cheek, laying down a latticework of welts on the fine, porcelain-thin skin, from which the sluggish blood oozed slowly. Spike sobbed and begged and howled, his whole body trembling uncontrollably under the pain of the onslaught; but Giles was unrelenting this time. He was careful too not to fall into the trap of comforting or rewarding his pet afterwards, and ignored the pleading eyes and tearstained face. Instead, he chained Spike in the utility room on his mat and left him, without speaking to him or giving him the solace of a single gentle touch. The vampire had to learn that disobedience would not be tolerated.
Giles had waited until Angel was again chained up in the cellar to administer this punishment, telling himself that it would not be good for Spike’s standing with the other vampire for Angel to see him hurt and humiliated in this way, even though it was plain enough already which of the two of them was the alpha male; but if he was honest with himself, Giles knew that was not the reason why he had waited. He didn’t like Angel seeing Spike naked, because Spike belonged to him, hence the punishment for his pet’s wanton displaying of himself; but also, Giles knew, part of him was afraid of what Angel might do if he was there when it took place. It felt as if there was a tug of war going on between the two of them for the non-existent soul of the smaller vampire, and Giles had begun to feel that Angel was winning. And, oddly, although Spike never took off his sweatpants again when Angel was around, Giles felt that Angel had won this particular battle anyway.
Part 4
Part 4
The next few days were something of a trial, but Giles felt that he coped as well as could be expected. He also discovered that his first thoughts about Angel were not perhaps wholly correct. There was an element of the human child in him, as there was in Spike, after all. But, oh what a different kind of child! This one had nothing sweet and biddable in him as Spike did. Instead, he reminded Giles of the worst kind of playground bully that he remembered from his early years at Winchester; the type that would pick on smaller boys and steal their pocket money, or play vicious practical jokes at the expense of others (he had had to endure plenty of their spite himself until he became big enough to gain their respect and even to be one of them). It wasn’t actually anything that Angel did that made him think this. The vampire had obviously learned his lesson as far as what would happen if he attempted to harm Giles, and he did nothing overtly threatening. It was simply his expression, the look in his eyes, always holding an element of sullen, barely repressed insolence. If he had been able to speak, he would not have had anything good to say, that was certain.
And he was very, very intimidating physically. Giles was a tall man, and Angel was no taller, but somehow, when upright, he seemed to loom over him. He exuded an aura of overwhelming masculinity that Giles found very off-putting, almost disgusting. He accepted that, before Angel actually arrived, he had imagined himself imposing sexual intercourse on his old enemy; bending him over the arm of the couch, as he did Spike, and fucking him raw, until he wept and begged for mercy. Or best of all, Angel at his feet, Giles’s cock in his mouth, Giles’s hands on his head, holding him in place while he fucked the vampire’s throat, oblivious to the choking noises he made, his flailing hands. Now, the very idea of being touched by Angel in any way revolted Giles. The vampire looked like what he was, a monster in the form of a fully grown man. He had none of that delicate, arrested adolescence that made Spike so desirable and charming. “He’s not young enough for you,” the little voice in the back of Giles’s head whispered, that voice he ignored, as always, since it didn’t say anything he wanted to hear.
In spite of this, however, he had reminded himself sternly that he was conducting an experiment with these creatures, and that their interaction was part of that experiment. Therefore, he gradually, over the course of several days, allowed the two of them to spend more time together. He began by taking Spike down to the cellar and letting him get close to Angel, as he had the first time. Angel was remarkably tolerant of the smaller, weaker vampire touching him and sniffing at him, and even licking his face and throat. Occasionally, although kept on a very short chain, he seemed to grow impatient with Spike’s attentions and would lash out and give him a cuff round the ear or the back of the head, and Spike would hiss with displeasure and retreat a little. But he always went back after a while and, if Giles had let him, would have curled up with Angel on his mat, Giles was certain, to sleep the day away. At that point, Giles would take Spike back upstairs and distract him with the television, until he seemed to forget about Angel again.
Giles felt it very important to keep reasserting his own authority over Spike at this point, not to let him forget who the real master was; and he would always initiate some kind of sexual contact after these meet-and-greet sessions, even if it was only to bring Spike off with a quick hand job. He was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with the vampire’s now insatiable desire for sex anyway. He was not as young as he had been, and, after the initial thrill of having a sweet, compliant body always at his disposal had worn off, sheer physical exhaustion had begun to set in. And this after he had pretty much conditioned Spike to be his sex toy, to always be ready and willing, to want that kind of contact; never to say no. The part of Giles’s mind that stood aside from the rest and saw things dispassionately, could see the irony in this, but mostly his mind seemed to churn with baser emotions, one of them being an overwhelming possessiveness. Even if he was too tired to fuck him, Spike was his and no one else should have him - certainly not that beast living in the cellar.
It was when he openly acknowledged to himself that he was jealous of Angel as regards Spike, that the idea of staking him first presented itself to Giles. It was tempting to do it immediately, and he had to remind himself yet again that he was undertaking research, valuable research that that stupid Walsh woman would never dream of doing; research that could see him reinstated in the inner circles of the Watchers’ Council. It must be finished before he disposed of either of the participants. He didn’t at the time even consciously realise that he had thought of getting rid of both vampires. It would have meant admitting to himself that a time might well come when he wearied of Spike’s slavish, needy devotion. Well, that time was not yet. And there was still work to be done.
So thinking, Giles began to bring Angel upstairs for an hour or two each day, after first installing yet more ring bolts to chain him to in the living room. It was a tortuous procedure that made Giles very nervous, something he knew that Angel picked up on instantly. He was sure he’d seen a smug look on the vampire’s face when he’d noticed Giles surreptitiously wiping the sweat from his forehead. Spike at first seemed unsure about sharing his territory with the larger vampire, but soon seemed to accept the notion, and would even go and stand outside the cellar door at a certain time every day, waiting for Giles to bring his companion upstairs. It did puzzle Spike somewhat that Angel seemed totally uninterested in the television, but he would gladly follow him round the house instead, once Giles -armed with the cattle prod - felt safe enough to let him wander about unchained for a while. Spike seemed to find everything that Angel did absolutely fascinating, like a small boy infatuated with the bigger, stronger boy who, for some reason, tolerated - even welcomed - his presence.
Giles had never got round to giving Angel any clothing, couldn’t imagine doing so now, although it meant that he could never look fully at him, because he didn’t want to see Angel’s cock, such a potent sign of his masculinity, lying seemingly always half-erect against his muscular thigh. The sight both disgusted and intimidated him. Nor could he imagine trying to wash him the way he washed Spike. Angel never seemed to smell bad, though, so it didn’t matter much. It was irritating, however, the way Spike was so eager to copy him. Once he realised that Angel didn’t have to wear clothes, he was more likely than ever to take his own off and wander round without them. Giles had to reinforce his authority many, many times on this issue over the course of several days, until finally, in total exasperation bordering on fury, he seized Spike by the scruff of the neck and held him face to the wall while he struck the vampire’s bare buttocks with a small, whippy rattan cane bought especially for the purpose but never before used. He kept the blows neat and economical, ten on each shrinking cheek, laying down a latticework of welts on the fine, porcelain-thin skin, from which the sluggish blood oozed slowly. Spike sobbed and begged and howled, his whole body trembling uncontrollably under the pain of the onslaught; but Giles was unrelenting this time. He was careful too not to fall into the trap of comforting or rewarding his pet afterwards, and ignored the pleading eyes and tearstained face. Instead, he chained Spike in the utility room on his mat and left him, without speaking to him or giving him the solace of a single gentle touch. The vampire had to learn that disobedience would not be tolerated.
Giles had waited until Angel was again chained up in the cellar to administer this punishment, telling himself that it would not be good for Spike’s standing with the other vampire for Angel to see him hurt and humiliated in this way, even though it was plain enough already which of the two of them was the alpha male; but if he was honest with himself, Giles knew that was not the reason why he had waited. He didn’t like Angel seeing Spike naked, because Spike belonged to him, hence the punishment for his pet’s wanton displaying of himself; but also, Giles knew, part of him was afraid of what Angel might do if he was there when it took place. It felt as if there was a tug of war going on between the two of them for the non-existent soul of the smaller vampire, and Giles had begun to feel that Angel was winning. And, oddly, although Spike never took off his sweatpants again when Angel was around, Giles felt that Angel had won this particular battle anyway.