FIC: Ring Around the Toesies, FRM, Giles/Spike
Title: Ring Around the Toesies
Author: elementalv
Rating FRM
Pairing: Giles/Spike
Notes: Round 12 of maleslashminis - Giles. Written for altyronsmaker, who requested showers, cotton sheets and bare feet. She also requested a lack of schmoop and D/s. I sort of hit the request. Mostly. I think. Damn. Now I’m nervous. Look, if I missed the target, let me know, and I’ll try again. Around 1,060 words.
“I like taking a stroll down Memory Lane as much as - well, no one. Hate it, in fact.” Spike wasn’t sure how or when he’d ended up in the shower stall, and to be honest, he didn’t care. He’d woken up out of sorts - chains always did that to him - and his head felt like something was trying to make a new hole from the inside out. Spike held up his arms and shook them, wincing at the clanking. “Mind taking these off?”
“Actually, I do,” said Giles. He remained seated on the toilet and didn’t look up from the book he held.
“Oh, come on. If you want to play tie-up-the-vampire, we can do it later. After I’ve had some blood and aspirin.” The last word came out a little too loudly, and Spike cringed. He’d been on more than a few benders in his day, but he couldn’t recall ever having a hangover as bad as this. When Giles didn’t answer, Spike added, “I mean it. I’m not having fun here.”
“Your enjoyment isn’t at issue.” Giles turned the page and frowned. “Hm.”
“Speaking as the naked vampire chained up in our bathroom, I beg to differ.”
At that, Giles put the book down on the floor and carefully looked Spike over. “I’ll let you go when I’m sure the last of the poison is out of your system and not a moment before.”
“Poison?” Spike caught a fragment of memory and held onto it. He’d been out - a pub crawl? No - patrol with one of the baby slayers, which amounted to the same thing some nights. “Wait. I think I remember. We ran into a Rekabeyafymmat demon.”
“That’s right. Hold up your foot.” Spike did, jerking back a little when Giles grabbed hold.
“That tickles.”
“Stop being a baby.” Giles pulled a magnifying glass off the countertop and examined Spike’s foot.
“Mitzy -”
“Her name is Metallica.” Giles prodded Spike’s big toe.
“That little piggy isn’t going anywhere as long as I’m chained to the plumbing, and I still won’t use that name for her.” Spike jerked his foot out of Giles’ grip.
“She hates it when you call her Mitzy.” He held out his hand, and Spike reluctantly put his foot out again.
“Americans. She should hate her parents for saddling her with the name of a band.” Spike forced himself to remain still while Giles continued to peer at his foot. “What are you looking for?”
“Black rings. As long as they’re present, you’re still a danger.” Giles tsked. “Why on Earth didn’t you move away as soon as you saw what it was?”
“Mitzy.” Spike glared, ready to take up the fight again over her name, but Giles just waited. “She froze up. Couldn’t believe what she was seeing.”
“Hm.”
“Figured better me than her when the gushing started.” Spike did his best to look pathetic. “Come on, let me out of here.”
Giles pursed his lips. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not? I mean, look at me. Talking in complete sentences and everything.” Spike put on his best I’m-completely-responsible-you-can-trust-me-with-your-virgins look and hoped Giles would buy it. Not that he ever did, but for Spike, hope sprung eternal.
“You seemed perfectly reasonable when I released you three hours ago -”
“What? I don’t remember that.” He honestly didn’t. His memory pretty much ended as soon as the Rekabeyafymmat drenched him the night before.
“That would be because you were still under the influence.” Giles sighed. “My fault, entirely. I missed a black ring just under your smallest toe. At any rate, I unchained you entirely too soon. Five minutes later, you’d torn off all your clothing and run outside, using, I might add, our best cotton sheet as a cape.” Giles waited a beat. “That was when you made lewd advances at the shed door.”
Spike blinked. “I did not!”
“You did,” Giles said calmly. “Given the state of the wood, I’ve no doubt you’ll find splinters in a fairly awkward place.”
“I -” Spike paused, because now that Giles mentioned it, his balls felt like there was something there that shouldn’t be. He sincerely hoped he would never get that memory back. “Oh, hell.”
“I think you should be grateful I’m not taking exception to your appalling lapse in fidelity.” Giles fixed him with a stern glance. “Really, Spike. A door?”
“You -” Spike would have continued, but Giles was giving him that Look, complete with audible capitalization and really cool theme music in the background. Well. The music was in Spike’s head, but that didn’t matter, because that Look meant Giles had something on his mind that might actually make Spike not care about his headache or even about humping a shed door in full view of anyone who might have been watching the back garden.
“I’ve told you again and again that I don’t like sharing.”
Spike’s mouth, dry to begin with, got even drier. “Not like I was in my right mind. And anyway, it was just a bloody door.”
“A rough door, Spike. One that injured something I regard as mine.” Giles reached out and held Spike’s cock in a warm, dry clasp. Spike’s cock, predictably, responded with enthusiasm. Spike’s hips, following the lead of Spike’s cock, pushed up into Giles’ grip. Spike’s brain took a hike for the duration.
“Gonna kiss it and make it better?” Giles squeezed hard. “Fuck!”
“That’s on the agenda as well. Stand up.”
Like he had any choice. In this kind of mood, Giles would pull him up by the cock if Spike didn’t get his feet under him quickly enough. And once Spike was standing, Giles would probably turn him around and bugger him senseless then take him to bed. Once there, he’d likely keep Spike teetering on the edge for hours, teasing him with pain and kisses in equal measure. He’d leave Spike limp and completely used, and then, if Spike was really lucky, Giles might start the whole thing over again. Spike loved this kind of mood. He’d almost be willing to say he lived for Giles getting into this kind of mood. Only -
“Giles?”
Giles turned Spike toward the back wall of the shower and kicked his legs apart. “Yes?”
“What about the chains?”
Giles made a show of looking them over, even as he unzipped his trousers. “Don’t worry. They won’t come off anytime soon.”
“Bugger.”
“That, too.”
Author: elementalv
Rating FRM
Pairing: Giles/Spike
Notes: Round 12 of maleslashminis - Giles. Written for altyronsmaker, who requested showers, cotton sheets and bare feet. She also requested a lack of schmoop and D/s. I sort of hit the request. Mostly. I think. Damn. Now I’m nervous. Look, if I missed the target, let me know, and I’ll try again. Around 1,060 words.
“I like taking a stroll down Memory Lane as much as - well, no one. Hate it, in fact.” Spike wasn’t sure how or when he’d ended up in the shower stall, and to be honest, he didn’t care. He’d woken up out of sorts - chains always did that to him - and his head felt like something was trying to make a new hole from the inside out. Spike held up his arms and shook them, wincing at the clanking. “Mind taking these off?”
“Actually, I do,” said Giles. He remained seated on the toilet and didn’t look up from the book he held.
“Oh, come on. If you want to play tie-up-the-vampire, we can do it later. After I’ve had some blood and aspirin.” The last word came out a little too loudly, and Spike cringed. He’d been on more than a few benders in his day, but he couldn’t recall ever having a hangover as bad as this. When Giles didn’t answer, Spike added, “I mean it. I’m not having fun here.”
“Your enjoyment isn’t at issue.” Giles turned the page and frowned. “Hm.”
“Speaking as the naked vampire chained up in our bathroom, I beg to differ.”
At that, Giles put the book down on the floor and carefully looked Spike over. “I’ll let you go when I’m sure the last of the poison is out of your system and not a moment before.”
“Poison?” Spike caught a fragment of memory and held onto it. He’d been out - a pub crawl? No - patrol with one of the baby slayers, which amounted to the same thing some nights. “Wait. I think I remember. We ran into a Rekabeyafymmat demon.”
“That’s right. Hold up your foot.” Spike did, jerking back a little when Giles grabbed hold.
“That tickles.”
“Stop being a baby.” Giles pulled a magnifying glass off the countertop and examined Spike’s foot.
“Mitzy -”
“Her name is Metallica.” Giles prodded Spike’s big toe.
“That little piggy isn’t going anywhere as long as I’m chained to the plumbing, and I still won’t use that name for her.” Spike jerked his foot out of Giles’ grip.
“She hates it when you call her Mitzy.” He held out his hand, and Spike reluctantly put his foot out again.
“Americans. She should hate her parents for saddling her with the name of a band.” Spike forced himself to remain still while Giles continued to peer at his foot. “What are you looking for?”
“Black rings. As long as they’re present, you’re still a danger.” Giles tsked. “Why on Earth didn’t you move away as soon as you saw what it was?”
“Mitzy.” Spike glared, ready to take up the fight again over her name, but Giles just waited. “She froze up. Couldn’t believe what she was seeing.”
“Hm.”
“Figured better me than her when the gushing started.” Spike did his best to look pathetic. “Come on, let me out of here.”
Giles pursed his lips. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not? I mean, look at me. Talking in complete sentences and everything.” Spike put on his best I’m-completely-responsible-you-can-trust-me-with-your-virgins look and hoped Giles would buy it. Not that he ever did, but for Spike, hope sprung eternal.
“You seemed perfectly reasonable when I released you three hours ago -”
“What? I don’t remember that.” He honestly didn’t. His memory pretty much ended as soon as the Rekabeyafymmat drenched him the night before.
“That would be because you were still under the influence.” Giles sighed. “My fault, entirely. I missed a black ring just under your smallest toe. At any rate, I unchained you entirely too soon. Five minutes later, you’d torn off all your clothing and run outside, using, I might add, our best cotton sheet as a cape.” Giles waited a beat. “That was when you made lewd advances at the shed door.”
Spike blinked. “I did not!”
“You did,” Giles said calmly. “Given the state of the wood, I’ve no doubt you’ll find splinters in a fairly awkward place.”
“I -” Spike paused, because now that Giles mentioned it, his balls felt like there was something there that shouldn’t be. He sincerely hoped he would never get that memory back. “Oh, hell.”
“I think you should be grateful I’m not taking exception to your appalling lapse in fidelity.” Giles fixed him with a stern glance. “Really, Spike. A door?”
“You -” Spike would have continued, but Giles was giving him that Look, complete with audible capitalization and really cool theme music in the background. Well. The music was in Spike’s head, but that didn’t matter, because that Look meant Giles had something on his mind that might actually make Spike not care about his headache or even about humping a shed door in full view of anyone who might have been watching the back garden.
“I’ve told you again and again that I don’t like sharing.”
Spike’s mouth, dry to begin with, got even drier. “Not like I was in my right mind. And anyway, it was just a bloody door.”
“A rough door, Spike. One that injured something I regard as mine.” Giles reached out and held Spike’s cock in a warm, dry clasp. Spike’s cock, predictably, responded with enthusiasm. Spike’s hips, following the lead of Spike’s cock, pushed up into Giles’ grip. Spike’s brain took a hike for the duration.
“Gonna kiss it and make it better?” Giles squeezed hard. “Fuck!”
“That’s on the agenda as well. Stand up.”
Like he had any choice. In this kind of mood, Giles would pull him up by the cock if Spike didn’t get his feet under him quickly enough. And once Spike was standing, Giles would probably turn him around and bugger him senseless then take him to bed. Once there, he’d likely keep Spike teetering on the edge for hours, teasing him with pain and kisses in equal measure. He’d leave Spike limp and completely used, and then, if Spike was really lucky, Giles might start the whole thing over again. Spike loved this kind of mood. He’d almost be willing to say he lived for Giles getting into this kind of mood. Only -
“Giles?”
Giles turned Spike toward the back wall of the shower and kicked his legs apart. “Yes?”
“What about the chains?”
Giles made a show of looking them over, even as he unzipped his trousers. “Don’t worry. They won’t come off anytime soon.”
“Bugger.”
“That, too.”