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Three thousand plus words of this just begging to be written. Got two WIPs flowing well and I abandoned them for this needy pair. We don't get paid for writing this, do we? God, I'd pay someone to be allowed to...Been obsessed with this fic all day.
Part one is here.
Waiting Ends
We were in the graveyard patrolling, just us. Nice to be outside, with him in my world for a change. We’d been discussing the rise in numbers of horned demons when he said, “I want you to come for me tonight.”
I stopped and swung around to stare at him. “You say that like it’s a challenge. Since when –”
He smiled and shook his head. “You’ll see,” he said mildly.
I narrowed my eyes and took a step towards him. He hesitated – puzzled me a bit as there was no one lurking – and then let me get in close enough to kiss him. His lips were hard and hungry but he didn’t rush it. Thorough. That’s Giles. He kissed me up and ready, hands all over me, pulling me against his cock. He was rock solid. Knowing he’d been walking beside me like that and hadn’t let it creep into his voice made me feel wary and impressed all at once.
He let me go, grinned, pulled me back for one last kiss, bruisingly fast, his tongue arrowing inside my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lip and then took a step back. He’d cheated, I realised later, but I never called him on it. It was as much to help me as him. This isn’t ever a competition and only sometimes a game.
We carried on walking and I waited. Ahead, I could hear voices. Xander and Anya. Fuck. I wanted to take Giles somewhere, take care of his problem, let him take care of me. Did _not_ want chatter from the witless one and nosiness from her. Giles leaned in, not touching me and said quietly. “Did I mention you’re going to have to come without being touched? By anyone or anything?” He let that sink in and then said casually as the dreary duo sauntered up, “There’s a time limit of course.”
I just had chance to say, “How long?” through gritted teeth, before they descended. Giles looked at me, and I swear his eyes were fucking twinkling. “Need to know basis, Spike and you don’t. Just do your best.”
What? I was all set to argue but his eyes went flat as if he’d been waiting for me to try and I looked away.
“Spike giving you trouble?” Xander said, giving me one of his glares. Demon world talks of nothing else around the campfires. Honest. Scary eyes they are. If you’re three years old maybe.
Giles smiled. “He wouldn’t dream of it, would you, Spike?”
I smirked at him. He hates that look on my face, but Christ, he’s asked for it tonight. Giles pursed his lips and told them to piss off. Well, not those exact words, no, but same result. As soon as they were out of earshot, he put one finger on my shoulder and pushed down. It wouldn’t have popped a soap bubble but I went to my knees.
“Spike, are you under the impression that your...lack of focus the other night pleased me? Or that I’ve forgotten you left a place you’d been told to stay in?”
Fuck. Told you. I fucking _knew_ he’d bring that up. I shook my head. It was tilted back. He likes to see my face, doesn’t like giving me anywhere to hide. I’ve never known him switch the lights off until he’s ready to sleep and he doesn’t blindfold me unless he’s feeling kind.
“Good. Well then. This is an exercise in focus. Since you seem to be confused, I’ll repeat myself. I dislike that. It wastes time. You will come for me because this –” He raised his foot and pressed the toe of his shoe against me, not hard, enough to make my cock twitch and stir. His Master’s voice. Oh, yeah. “This is my toy, not yours. You played with it and didn’t ask me. That’s really not good enough.” He smiled. “It’s not easy to come without being touched, Spike. You know that. Visuals and imagination can do so much but your cock doesn’t really care about anything but my hand around it, squeezing tight, my mouth on it, sucking it hard, my arse taking it in deep and holding it there.” The smile went almost prim for a moment. “Perhaps we can teach it to be a little less...dependent.”
I must have groaned, something, because his lips twitched and yes, the bastard was amused. The dew wet grass was soaking my jeans, my cock was hard but nowhere near coming and there was a clock ticking and I didn’t know when it was going to chime. I made an effort to get more.
“Two questions?”
He considered this and then nodded agreeably, motioning me up as the others came back, squabbling noisily about something so dull it’d send you to sleep if you listened for more than a minute.
“How long and what happens if I can’t?”
Giles sighed. “Do you really think knowing the penalty for failure will help to spur you on?”
I thought. I’m pretty good at stuff like this. Probably because he doesn’t ask for anything I can’t do and he knows what that is better than I do. That means he’s never had to punish me for failing often. I sometimes wonder if he even bothers to think them up until he needs them – but this is Giles. Git’s probably got a list somewhere, perfect alphabetical order. I started to think what would come first and drifted off a little. His annoyed cough brought me back and I smiled at him, being as charming as I can be. It worked enough to smooth the irritated frown away but did I mention he knows me?
“Tell me,” I said, trying for meek, settling for curt.
“The time limit is set. You don’t need to know it.”
“What the fuck-?”
He wasn’t going to touch me again, I knew that, but he wasn’t going to let me get away with that either. Giles caught in a dilemma. That’s a sight to see. Except I couldn’t, because he’d moved behind me, swung his foot brutally hard into the hollow behind my knee and brought me down, teeth clenched to stop from howling.
“You _will_ mind your manners, Spike. Is that clear?”
A dozen snappy answers crawled into my mouth and lay there, bitter and poisonous. I spat them out – not literally; God knows I didn’t want him taking it for defiance – and looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”
Those words – and three others – fucking kills me to say them. Saved me this time from anything worse than not getting my questions answered, though. He walked off, an impatient flick of his fingers to get me moving, and I followed him, still baffled.
Xander and Anya were ready to go home and I wasn’t going to stop them. I was still hard; Giles hurting me’ll do that every time if he’s doing it right and that qualified, trust me, but though I was concentrating I really didn’t think I could give him what he wanted. Wasn’t even sure what it was to be honest. They buggered off finally and Giles glanced around. “Quiet tonight,” he remarked.
Conversation? Well, OK. I can always talk...I opened my mouth and he smiled at me kindly. “That was more of an order than an observation, by the way.”
Ah.
He set off, walking fast and I followed. That set up some nice friction, not enough to do the job but tight jeans can be your friend and this was one of those times. You know, if they ever ask me if Giles can read minds, I’ll tell them about this. He stopped dead, glanced down and reached for me, unzipping me, and folding back the material until my cock was getting some fresh air. He nodded thoughtfully and then stopped me as I tried to huddle my coat around me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Ended up with me striding along, praying to assorted deities that we wouldn’t meet anyone I couldn’t kill very fast, as my arms were folded behind my back, holding my coat tucked behind me. Felt like a total wally but Giles looked smugly pleased and the look in his eyes when he glanced down at my cock was sweet. He told me once that he couldn’t look at me without wanting me. About as poetical as he gets but it stuck with me when I can’t remember past, “mellow fruitfulness” after a century of reading Keats.
He took me to the last place I expected; my old crypt, pushing open the door as if he knew it would be empty. He’d gone out earlier in the day and I found out where. The place was a mess but it looked as if he’d cleaned out a nest. I recognised the signs of a fight. I turned on him, angry as hell. “Did you come here by yourself?”
His eyes widened. He’d told me to be quiet, I was already in deep shit and I was shouting at him? Then I suppose he saw the worry and I knew this once he’d forgive me. Well, that was the theory anyway...His hand lifted and for a shocking moment I though he was going to hit me. It hovered and he stroked the air by my cheek, not touching me. I leaned into it like a cat, eyes closed and then snapped back to attention.
He pointed over to the slab of stone I used for a bed sometimes. It was covered in a thick quilt. The one from our bed. Turned out it was just the cover, on the ratty old quilt I used to use. I’d wondered how he’d walked across the graveyard with an armful of duvet. “Strip and lie down over there,” he said, pulling up a chair and sitting in it. I did as I was told, wanting him, wanting this to be over with so I could hold him. Being kept away from someone who drives you fucking insane with lust by the way he turns the fucking pages in his fucking books...well, how would you like it? I want to be by him, near him, able to touch him. Starves me when I can’t. He still hadn’t told me what he’d do if I failed but there was one thing I knew wasn’t on that list; he might punish me by ignoring me but he never, ever, made me sleep away from him. I’ve spent nights lying next to a coldly turned back but he was still there, still breathing softly, still giving off heat and still with me. And his anger never lasted into the morning. I can wake him up too well for that.
I lay there and he said softly, “Breathe in.” I obeyed him and the scent poured up from the soft material, rich and warm. Giles is fastidious and we get this quilt messy but I won’t let him wash it as often as he wants because sleeping surrounded by our scents is like being fucked all night. The scent now was mostly him though and I looked at him, my eyes widening.
“I stayed a little after I dispatched the vampires.”
Stayed and jerked off, thinking about what he was going to do. Stayed and came all over where I was lying. I pictured him doing it, trousers pushed down just enough, both hands moving fast, ruthless, impatient hands, his hips jerking, his face set and then he’d have made that noise, that gasp he does...
“Good.”
I looked at him in surprise and realised that my hands were fisted in the fabric and my cock was quivering.
“You’re ideally suited for this. Senses honed, vampire enhanced abilities; really you’ve become terribly lazy, you know. You don’t need a helping hand at all.”
He’s a funny guy sometimes, isn’t he? I closed my eyes to concentrate and he began to talk.
“No, you don’t really need me at all. Don’t need my hands on you, sliding over your body, finding every place that gives you pleasure, remembering every place that gives you pain...don’t need my tongue and mouth and teeth dragging out even more sensation from that pale skin of yours, skin that marks so well but forgets so fast...” The marks faded, but he was wrong if he thought I forgot. “Or perhaps you do need me, Spike? You may answer that.”
I was so hard now...his voice was driving into me like his cock does, every word a stroke, every sentence hitting home. “Need you, Giles. Always need you.” Thank God he never makes me call him anything but Giles when we’re doing this...saying his name tastes sweet.
“Giles? Let me talk? Please, I can do it if you –”
I was pleading, not asking and he knew it. He came over, close enough to feel him surround me and knelt beside the stone bed so that our faces were level. “Talk to me,” he said.
I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them, looking at him. I never knew how hard it was for him not to look away – bloody hard, I’m thinking - but he never did, always kept his eyes on me.
“I need you and you know it. Need you to touch me, hold me, but not just to come. Christ, Giles, that’s nothing! Last night I wasn’t bothered about coming - I was bored, I was angry... I didn’t want to share you. I’m not...I’m not good at waiting, sharing. I’m hard now, just like you wanted. You’ve made me this way, the things you’ve said, the way you’ve looked at me, controlled me. You fucking own me, you know? I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I’d die for you; I’d die of fucking love for you if you sent me away. I’m yours, Giles.”
I was empty and I couldn’t see his face anymore so I blinked and felt cool wetness slip down my face.
He leaned in, so close that his lips were mine if I moved, but I held still.
“And you’re mine, Spike,” he said. “I love you.” He stared at me. “Come for me.”
I closed my eyes and I just couldn’t...quite... “Help me, Giles. Please? ”
He sighed with satisfaction and laughed quietly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I _said_ I was stupid, right? Want more proof? I was there expecting a touch, a kiss, now that I’d solved his riddle. Instead, he lay beside me, still not letting me feel him, and said, “I’ve been hard for hours thinking of you. I’ve been watching you, talking to you, hard all the time. It’s hurting me, I want you so badly. I’m aching, I’m hurting...and I’m not going to come until you do.” I stared at him in disbelief. “When you come, I’m going to be on you faster than even you can move. I’m going to be inside you while you’re still coming, going to bury myself in you and fuck you until you’re screaming out my name, and I’m crying out yours. Until we’re one. Now will you come, you stubborn, infuriating ...”
See? I said the right incentive would do it.
Part one is here.
Waiting Ends
We were in the graveyard patrolling, just us. Nice to be outside, with him in my world for a change. We’d been discussing the rise in numbers of horned demons when he said, “I want you to come for me tonight.”
I stopped and swung around to stare at him. “You say that like it’s a challenge. Since when –”
He smiled and shook his head. “You’ll see,” he said mildly.
I narrowed my eyes and took a step towards him. He hesitated – puzzled me a bit as there was no one lurking – and then let me get in close enough to kiss him. His lips were hard and hungry but he didn’t rush it. Thorough. That’s Giles. He kissed me up and ready, hands all over me, pulling me against his cock. He was rock solid. Knowing he’d been walking beside me like that and hadn’t let it creep into his voice made me feel wary and impressed all at once.
He let me go, grinned, pulled me back for one last kiss, bruisingly fast, his tongue arrowing inside my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lip and then took a step back. He’d cheated, I realised later, but I never called him on it. It was as much to help me as him. This isn’t ever a competition and only sometimes a game.
We carried on walking and I waited. Ahead, I could hear voices. Xander and Anya. Fuck. I wanted to take Giles somewhere, take care of his problem, let him take care of me. Did _not_ want chatter from the witless one and nosiness from her. Giles leaned in, not touching me and said quietly. “Did I mention you’re going to have to come without being touched? By anyone or anything?” He let that sink in and then said casually as the dreary duo sauntered up, “There’s a time limit of course.”
I just had chance to say, “How long?” through gritted teeth, before they descended. Giles looked at me, and I swear his eyes were fucking twinkling. “Need to know basis, Spike and you don’t. Just do your best.”
What? I was all set to argue but his eyes went flat as if he’d been waiting for me to try and I looked away.
“Spike giving you trouble?” Xander said, giving me one of his glares. Demon world talks of nothing else around the campfires. Honest. Scary eyes they are. If you’re three years old maybe.
Giles smiled. “He wouldn’t dream of it, would you, Spike?”
I smirked at him. He hates that look on my face, but Christ, he’s asked for it tonight. Giles pursed his lips and told them to piss off. Well, not those exact words, no, but same result. As soon as they were out of earshot, he put one finger on my shoulder and pushed down. It wouldn’t have popped a soap bubble but I went to my knees.
“Spike, are you under the impression that your...lack of focus the other night pleased me? Or that I’ve forgotten you left a place you’d been told to stay in?”
Fuck. Told you. I fucking _knew_ he’d bring that up. I shook my head. It was tilted back. He likes to see my face, doesn’t like giving me anywhere to hide. I’ve never known him switch the lights off until he’s ready to sleep and he doesn’t blindfold me unless he’s feeling kind.
“Good. Well then. This is an exercise in focus. Since you seem to be confused, I’ll repeat myself. I dislike that. It wastes time. You will come for me because this –” He raised his foot and pressed the toe of his shoe against me, not hard, enough to make my cock twitch and stir. His Master’s voice. Oh, yeah. “This is my toy, not yours. You played with it and didn’t ask me. That’s really not good enough.” He smiled. “It’s not easy to come without being touched, Spike. You know that. Visuals and imagination can do so much but your cock doesn’t really care about anything but my hand around it, squeezing tight, my mouth on it, sucking it hard, my arse taking it in deep and holding it there.” The smile went almost prim for a moment. “Perhaps we can teach it to be a little less...dependent.”
I must have groaned, something, because his lips twitched and yes, the bastard was amused. The dew wet grass was soaking my jeans, my cock was hard but nowhere near coming and there was a clock ticking and I didn’t know when it was going to chime. I made an effort to get more.
“Two questions?”
He considered this and then nodded agreeably, motioning me up as the others came back, squabbling noisily about something so dull it’d send you to sleep if you listened for more than a minute.
“How long and what happens if I can’t?”
Giles sighed. “Do you really think knowing the penalty for failure will help to spur you on?”
I thought. I’m pretty good at stuff like this. Probably because he doesn’t ask for anything I can’t do and he knows what that is better than I do. That means he’s never had to punish me for failing often. I sometimes wonder if he even bothers to think them up until he needs them – but this is Giles. Git’s probably got a list somewhere, perfect alphabetical order. I started to think what would come first and drifted off a little. His annoyed cough brought me back and I smiled at him, being as charming as I can be. It worked enough to smooth the irritated frown away but did I mention he knows me?
“Tell me,” I said, trying for meek, settling for curt.
“The time limit is set. You don’t need to know it.”
“What the fuck-?”
He wasn’t going to touch me again, I knew that, but he wasn’t going to let me get away with that either. Giles caught in a dilemma. That’s a sight to see. Except I couldn’t, because he’d moved behind me, swung his foot brutally hard into the hollow behind my knee and brought me down, teeth clenched to stop from howling.
“You _will_ mind your manners, Spike. Is that clear?”
A dozen snappy answers crawled into my mouth and lay there, bitter and poisonous. I spat them out – not literally; God knows I didn’t want him taking it for defiance – and looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”
Those words – and three others – fucking kills me to say them. Saved me this time from anything worse than not getting my questions answered, though. He walked off, an impatient flick of his fingers to get me moving, and I followed him, still baffled.
Xander and Anya were ready to go home and I wasn’t going to stop them. I was still hard; Giles hurting me’ll do that every time if he’s doing it right and that qualified, trust me, but though I was concentrating I really didn’t think I could give him what he wanted. Wasn’t even sure what it was to be honest. They buggered off finally and Giles glanced around. “Quiet tonight,” he remarked.
Conversation? Well, OK. I can always talk...I opened my mouth and he smiled at me kindly. “That was more of an order than an observation, by the way.”
Ah.
He set off, walking fast and I followed. That set up some nice friction, not enough to do the job but tight jeans can be your friend and this was one of those times. You know, if they ever ask me if Giles can read minds, I’ll tell them about this. He stopped dead, glanced down and reached for me, unzipping me, and folding back the material until my cock was getting some fresh air. He nodded thoughtfully and then stopped me as I tried to huddle my coat around me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Ended up with me striding along, praying to assorted deities that we wouldn’t meet anyone I couldn’t kill very fast, as my arms were folded behind my back, holding my coat tucked behind me. Felt like a total wally but Giles looked smugly pleased and the look in his eyes when he glanced down at my cock was sweet. He told me once that he couldn’t look at me without wanting me. About as poetical as he gets but it stuck with me when I can’t remember past, “mellow fruitfulness” after a century of reading Keats.
He took me to the last place I expected; my old crypt, pushing open the door as if he knew it would be empty. He’d gone out earlier in the day and I found out where. The place was a mess but it looked as if he’d cleaned out a nest. I recognised the signs of a fight. I turned on him, angry as hell. “Did you come here by yourself?”
His eyes widened. He’d told me to be quiet, I was already in deep shit and I was shouting at him? Then I suppose he saw the worry and I knew this once he’d forgive me. Well, that was the theory anyway...His hand lifted and for a shocking moment I though he was going to hit me. It hovered and he stroked the air by my cheek, not touching me. I leaned into it like a cat, eyes closed and then snapped back to attention.
He pointed over to the slab of stone I used for a bed sometimes. It was covered in a thick quilt. The one from our bed. Turned out it was just the cover, on the ratty old quilt I used to use. I’d wondered how he’d walked across the graveyard with an armful of duvet. “Strip and lie down over there,” he said, pulling up a chair and sitting in it. I did as I was told, wanting him, wanting this to be over with so I could hold him. Being kept away from someone who drives you fucking insane with lust by the way he turns the fucking pages in his fucking books...well, how would you like it? I want to be by him, near him, able to touch him. Starves me when I can’t. He still hadn’t told me what he’d do if I failed but there was one thing I knew wasn’t on that list; he might punish me by ignoring me but he never, ever, made me sleep away from him. I’ve spent nights lying next to a coldly turned back but he was still there, still breathing softly, still giving off heat and still with me. And his anger never lasted into the morning. I can wake him up too well for that.
I lay there and he said softly, “Breathe in.” I obeyed him and the scent poured up from the soft material, rich and warm. Giles is fastidious and we get this quilt messy but I won’t let him wash it as often as he wants because sleeping surrounded by our scents is like being fucked all night. The scent now was mostly him though and I looked at him, my eyes widening.
“I stayed a little after I dispatched the vampires.”
Stayed and jerked off, thinking about what he was going to do. Stayed and came all over where I was lying. I pictured him doing it, trousers pushed down just enough, both hands moving fast, ruthless, impatient hands, his hips jerking, his face set and then he’d have made that noise, that gasp he does...
“Good.”
I looked at him in surprise and realised that my hands were fisted in the fabric and my cock was quivering.
“You’re ideally suited for this. Senses honed, vampire enhanced abilities; really you’ve become terribly lazy, you know. You don’t need a helping hand at all.”
He’s a funny guy sometimes, isn’t he? I closed my eyes to concentrate and he began to talk.
“No, you don’t really need me at all. Don’t need my hands on you, sliding over your body, finding every place that gives you pleasure, remembering every place that gives you pain...don’t need my tongue and mouth and teeth dragging out even more sensation from that pale skin of yours, skin that marks so well but forgets so fast...” The marks faded, but he was wrong if he thought I forgot. “Or perhaps you do need me, Spike? You may answer that.”
I was so hard now...his voice was driving into me like his cock does, every word a stroke, every sentence hitting home. “Need you, Giles. Always need you.” Thank God he never makes me call him anything but Giles when we’re doing this...saying his name tastes sweet.
“Giles? Let me talk? Please, I can do it if you –”
I was pleading, not asking and he knew it. He came over, close enough to feel him surround me and knelt beside the stone bed so that our faces were level. “Talk to me,” he said.
I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them, looking at him. I never knew how hard it was for him not to look away – bloody hard, I’m thinking - but he never did, always kept his eyes on me.
“I need you and you know it. Need you to touch me, hold me, but not just to come. Christ, Giles, that’s nothing! Last night I wasn’t bothered about coming - I was bored, I was angry... I didn’t want to share you. I’m not...I’m not good at waiting, sharing. I’m hard now, just like you wanted. You’ve made me this way, the things you’ve said, the way you’ve looked at me, controlled me. You fucking own me, you know? I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I’d die for you; I’d die of fucking love for you if you sent me away. I’m yours, Giles.”
I was empty and I couldn’t see his face anymore so I blinked and felt cool wetness slip down my face.
He leaned in, so close that his lips were mine if I moved, but I held still.
“And you’re mine, Spike,” he said. “I love you.” He stared at me. “Come for me.”
I closed my eyes and I just couldn’t...quite... “Help me, Giles. Please? ”
He sighed with satisfaction and laughed quietly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I _said_ I was stupid, right? Want more proof? I was there expecting a touch, a kiss, now that I’d solved his riddle. Instead, he lay beside me, still not letting me feel him, and said, “I’ve been hard for hours thinking of you. I’ve been watching you, talking to you, hard all the time. It’s hurting me, I want you so badly. I’m aching, I’m hurting...and I’m not going to come until you do.” I stared at him in disbelief. “When you come, I’m going to be on you faster than even you can move. I’m going to be inside you while you’re still coming, going to bury myself in you and fuck you until you’re screaming out my name, and I’m crying out yours. Until we’re one. Now will you come, you stubborn, infuriating ...”
See? I said the right incentive would do it.