RockStarPeach

This was written for the Halloween Party over at nekid_spike. 

Title:  Halloween Special

Rating:  Adult

Pairing:  Spike/Giles

Summary:  In a slightly altered time line it’s Halloween, Spike is living the lifestyle of the chained up vamp at Giles’ house, and he’s forced to hand out candy.  Oh, and then of course there’s sex.

 

 

Halloween Special

 

“Fuck off you wanker.  I am NOT answering your soddin’ door in this get up,” Spike groused as the doorbell rang for the first time that evening.

 

“Yes you are Spike,” Giles countered.  “Unless of course you prefer your previous accommodations?”  He nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom to indicate that Spike’s alternative to handing out candy would be getting chained back up in the too-small tub.

 

“Why can’t you bloody well do it yourself?  Your ass gotten so fat sitting around on your chesterfield that you can’t haul it to the door anymore?”

 

“Spike,” Giles warned, “I’m giving you a temporary reprieve from your bindings in exchange for you helping me out here tonight.  You agreed to this earlier.”

 

“Yeah, well that’s before I knew I’d have to wear this bloody stupid costume.”  He looked down at his body and tried to roll his eyes up enough to get a look at this face and hair, but it wasn’t working.

 

Giles chuckled at his misery, please with the look he had managed for Spike this Halloween.  He was dressed as a vampire.  Dracula to be precise.  His hair was coloured with jet black wash-out hair colouring, he had white pancake makeup covering his face and neck, and he was dressed in a long black cape, red collar turned up.  It was completely clichéd, and he knew that Spike would hate it, which is of course why he had chosen it.

 

“Just get the door, Spike,” Giles ordered and Spike grudgingly got up to obey.  He was about to pull the door open when Giles added helpfully, “don’t forget to show a little fang.”

 

Spike immediately vamped out to show his displeasure with the whole situation and directed his impotent growl at Giles, who merely smiled encouragingly and said, “Yes, like that, only try to be a bit scarier.  The kids love that.”

 

Spike vented his fury on the badly abused door, wrenching it open and snarling at the children waiting behind it.

 

A ninja turtle, a power ranger and a princess squealed and laughed and said “trick or treat” and held out their bags to collect the candy on offer.

 

Spike tossed his head back with an exasperated sigh.  He couldn’t even scare a couple of six year olds any more.  He was pathetic.  A sorry excuse for a vamp.  God, he was beginning to think he was worse than Angel.  Time to start thinking seriously about offing himself.

 

He tossed a candy bar in each of the sacs in front of him, considering just dividing up all the sweets between the three of them and telling Giles he was done for the night, but the stupid ponce would probably just make him run out to the market for some more, so he though better of it.

 

The kids smiled and gave him a pleasant “thank you” and walked back to their mother at the end of the walk.  Spike slammed the door on them and stomped back across the living room and threw himself down on the sofa next to Giles.

 

“If I were you I’d not use up all my foul mood just yet.  You’ve got at least another hour and half to go before your duties are finished.”

 

“Then what?” Spike asked.  “Back to the tub?  Oh, happy day.  Why not just stake me now and be done with it?”

 

Giles gave Spike a long, appraising look and said cryptically, “I just might, Spike.  Later.”  But God the vampire was hot.  Even in that ridiculous costume.  Especially in that ridiculous costume, because Giles knew what it represented. 

 

Spike, at his mercy, obeying his every command, because he had no other choice.  Because Spike was helpless and weak and depended on Giles for everything.  He knew it wasn’t true, of course, but it turned him on to pretend.

 

Spike was only humouring him because he got some sort of perverted pleasure out of the situation.  Giles wasn’t sure quite what his game was, but he thought he had seen a flicker of… something in his eyes in response to Giles’ statement before he got up went to answer the second knock at the door.

 

***

 

2 hours later the last of the trick-or-treaters seemed to have wandered off, likely losing their candy to their older brothers and sisters, and Spike heaved a sigh of relief, leaning back on the couch.

 

“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic.  Is walking from the couch to the door 20 times or so more than your vampire stamina can handle?”

 

“I’ll show you all about vampire stamina, mate, I ever get this chip out,” Spike promised, reaching forward to grab the whiskey Giles had been working on and swallowed it down.

 

Giles watched him tilt his head back and saw his throat muscles contract around the amber liquid as it made its way down and breathed in sharply and muttered, “Or you could show me about it now.”

 

Spike looked him, confused, and got up to get them both another drink.  He brought the bottle along with another glass back to the table, and filled them both before leaning back and placing his boot-clad feet up on the coffee table.

 

Giles cringed.  “Boots, Spike,” was all he said, in a stern voice, curious as to whether Spike would listen to him.

 

Or course he didn’t.  “What about ‘em, watcher?” he asked, looking down at them, twisting his feet a little from side to side, pretending he didn’t know exactly what Giles had meant.

 

Giles held back his temper and said, deceptively calmly, “They’re on my table, Spike, and I’d prefer it if they weren’t.”

 

“’M just trying to relax a little pet,” Spike said with a pout.  “Handing out candy is hard work.  My feet are killing me.”

 

Giles looked doubtful but decided to meet him halfway.  “If you want to put your feet up so bad, at least take off those disgusting things, first.”

 

Spike smirked, and Giles felt his insides turn cold.  That was the look of a Spike with a plan, or at the very least an idea, and that never ended well.  The vampire bent over to untie his laces and slip the boots off and then turned on the sofa so that he was almost lying down and placed his feet in Giles’ lap.

 

Giles looked down at his lap in horror and then back up at Spike, silently asking him to explain.  “Could do with a bit of a foot rub, luv,” Spike confessed.  He rubbed one his feet back and forth across Giles’ leg and put on his best kicked puppy expression for sympathy.  It worked.

 

Before he knew what he was doing, Giles had one of Spike’s feet in his hands, and was rubbing his fingers gently into the tender flesh.  Spike groaned and closed his eyes, melting into the contact.

 

Spike looked beautiful, despite the makeup.  He looked so open, so vulnerable, and knowing that he was the one that had made him that way, at least for a moment, made Giles near giddy.  As he worked one foot and then the other, he studied Spike’s face, his slight movements, his unnecessary breathing and listened to his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder, and felt his own arousal growing in response.

 

Finally Giles couldn’t take anymore and he blurted out, “You had better either stop making those sounds, or start touching my cock.”  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he snapped it shut, unable to believe what he had just said.

 

Spike only leered at him, moving his free foot toward the requested organ, and said, “It’s about bloody time, mate.  I’ve been flirtin’ with you for weeks now, but it’s been like trying to communicate with soddin’ brickwork.  You always been this dense, or is just your brain’s not so quick now you’ve retired, like?”

 

Giles gritted his teeth against his natural reaction to tell Spike that he had been smart up until now, pretending not to notice, then chaining him back up in the tub and storming off to bed.  Of course, if he did that he’d be going to bed alone, and for all the frustration he caused, Giles thought he could bring even greater amounts of pleasure if he was so inclined.

 

“The less you talk, Spike, the better this will be for me.”

 

Spike smiled a big smile, genuinely pleased with the watchers attitude, and returned, “Don’t recall caring what’s gonna work best for you, watcher.”

 

Giles grabbed hold of Spike’s roaming foot and held it next to the other in his hands.  “Oh, you’d better, vampire, because first I’ll be taking my pleasure, and then if I’m feeling generous, we’ll see about you.”

 

Giles felt the low rumble Spike was emanating in the feet he held and the legs on his lap and could only guess how much his chest must be vibrating. 

 

Spike jumped up, ripped the cape from around his neck and tossed it behind the couch.  His eyes were yellow as he advanced on Giles, and bent to grab him by the front of his shirt in a fist and pulled him up to standing, the two now very close together.

 

He stared hard into the man’s eyes for several seconds then used his considerable strength to rip the t-shirt he was wearing in half and carelessly toss the remains to the side.  He stared at the bare chest before him, delighted, and couldn’t resist running his hands across the warm flesh. 

 

As thumbs grazed nipples and Giles gasped from the sensation, Spike whispered in his ear, “Go ahead then lamb, take your pleasure.  Use my cold, dead, body any way you like, and don’t worry about me at all, cause I’m nothing.”

 

Giles opened his mouth to agree, or to protest, he wasn’t exactly sure, but was spared having to decide by Spike’s skilful mouth cutting him off in a bone-melting kiss. 

 

The warm human mouth opened to his cold one easily, and there was no harsh biting, no vicious smashing of lips, no battle for dominance.  Giles seemed content to be passive, at least for now, and let the vampire control the kiss.

 

It was oddly sweet, and it disturbed Spike enough for him to move things along at a quicker pace, and made fast work of the man’s pants and underwear, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, and pushed a naked Giles back down onto the soft sofa.

 

Spike hadn’t touched his penis since the aborted footing a few minutes ago, but it appeared not to need a touch to make its interest known.  He had begun to harden as Spike stripped him and kissed him and now, looking up at him, still fully clothed and still with that god-awful black hair and stark white face, he felt the tip of his cock peek through the foreskin and looked down to see the slight glisten of moisture there.

 

Spike followed Giles’ gaze and licked his lips, wanted badly to taste what the watcher was offering up.

 

Giles knew what Spike wanted, and he desperately wanted to give it to him, but he was feeling a little bit too exposed at the moment to really enjoy it.  “No,” he told Spike.  “First take your clothes off.  Then you may suck my cock.”

 

Spike bristled at the statement, opening his mouth in slight shock.  Had Giles just ordered him to strip?  And had he actually suggested giving the soggy old bastard a blow job as a reward?  He knew that shouldn’t turn him on so much, and he was really pissed off that it did, and he let that anger show in him movements.

 

He unfastened the buttons on his shirt, yanked the sleeves down over his arms, and got caught for a minute in his haste, tugging ineffectually at the garment a few times before he managed to lodge it free.  That only pissed him off more.

 

He threw the button down on top of Giles’ clothes, and made fast, violent work of his own t-shirt and pants.   The anger seemed to leave him the second he was nude and he dropped immediately to his knees in front of the watcher. 

 

Giles couldn’t believe it.  William the Bloody, naked and willing, on his knees before him, ready to do his every bidding, fulfill his every wish.  It wasn’t long before Spike spoke, and the reason Giles couldn’t believe it became very clear.

 

“So, ponce,” Spike said, breaking the illusion of subservience.  “All’s I gotta do is suck this puppy down, and then it’s my turn, yeah?  Then I get to give you that good rogering I’ve always dreamed of?”

 

“Don’t be absurd, Spike,” Giles answered, but his voice broke slightly as Spike shot a hand out to grab hold of his balls, kneading them back and forth across his palm.  “You’ll do what I say, and if you behave, you might find some enjoyment in this encounter.”

 

Spike grinned, knowing that he would no matter what, and bent to his task.  He took Giles into his mouth in one movement, tip of the large cock hitting the back of his throat as his lips closed around the shaft. 

 

Giles cried out at the sudden ecstasy and pushed his hips forward, and Spike was generally pleased with himself at this reaction.  Spike didn’t tease; there was no slow build of pleasure with fleeting swipes of his tongue along the silky hardness of his shaft, no gradual advancement toward bliss with the soft grazing of teeth. 

 

Spike sucked, hard and long and without mercy, and continued to tickle the other man’s sac with his fingers, and in less than a minute Giles thought he would explode, but he didn’t want it like this.

 

“Stop,” he almost whispered, not able to look away from what Spike was doing.

 

Spike, of course, ignored him completely, so Giles tried to stop him physically, with a hand on either shoulder, pushing him back.  That didn’t work either.

 

“Spike,” Giles croaked out in a tone meant to be warning, but came out more pleading.  “Either you stop right now, or the second I finish you’re going straight back to the bathtub.”

 

That worked.  Spike pulled back very slowly, letting Giles slip from his mouth a little at a time until the shaft finally broke free of the suction with an audible pop.  Spike leant back on his heals, licked his lips and smiled a cocky smile up at the man.

 

Giles thought that Spike looked entirely too pleased with himself, and needed to be shown a lesson.  He got up off the couch, pulling a suddenly unresisting Spike by the shoulder and turned him, pushing him face down across the coffee table.

 

Spike managed to hide his growl of delight by pressing his face down to his shoulder as he felt Giles spread his ass cheeks and nudge his slippery cock up against his hole.  He didn’t wait for Giles to push in, instead snapping his hips back to impale himself on Giles and delighted almost as much in the feeling of being full again after so long as the curse of surprised pleasure that Giles murmured in his ear.

 

There was relative silence for several minutes, broken only by the occasional grunt and Giles’ stilted breathing as the two rocked against each other.  They had set up a slow rhythm, Giles cleverly defeating his efforts each time Spike tried to quicken the pace.  Giles wanted this to last.

 

What Giles was doing inside Spike’s ass felt incredible, but he wasn’t in the mood for a long, slow fuck.  He was actually afraid he’d cum if this kept up much longer and he didn’t want that; not yet.  He decided to stop dicking around and clenched down tight on the hot prick inside him and began to move his hips in rapid jerks.

 

Giles was lost.  Any hope he had had of holding out was lost as he felt Spike’s muscles clamp around him like a vice, felt his balls slap against cool ones over and over, saw the arch of the vampires back, and heard his cry of pleasure.

 

Giles grabbed Spike’s hips tighter, and thrust into him just a few more times and released his warm seed into the cool rectum as he cried out in bliss at the sensation.  He collapsed forward onto Spike, panting, recovering.  It had been phenomenal.  Better than he had ever imagined, and he had imagined it would be pretty damn good.  He gently ran a hand back and forth over Spike’s arm as his breathing became deeper and his heart began to slow.

 

Giles pulled back slightly and looked at the vampire underneath him, realising acutely that his life had become very mundane.  Fucking a vampire from behind over his coffee table was hardly the most adventurous thing he’d ever done, but for some reason, here, in this strange life he had been living for the last four years it felt deliciously wicked, an indulgence to be kept secret, only allowed in the shadows.

 

He didn’t have time to decide if he thought it was good or bad that his life had changed so much, he had changed so much before he felt himself moving.

 

Spike thought the human had been given enough time to get his breath back, and now it was time to take it away again.  He rose from the table swiftly, causing Giles to lose his balance and almost tumble backward, but his lighting reflexes ensured that he was able to catch the man and guide him gently to the floor.

 

“What…?”  Giles began, and Spike just smiled down at him, then looked pointedly at his still very hard cock and said, “I was a good boy Giles.  Got you off real nice, yeah?  Now it’s my turn.”

 

Giles tried to deny him but Spike didn’t believe his protests.  “Spike, no,” he said even as he spread his legs a little bit further apart.

 

Spike crawled in between them and placed a hand on each knee, working them up his thighs and reaching under to knead the soft flesh of his ass.  “I don’t want this,” he denied, and lifted his hips to give Spike better access.

 

Spike pulled his hands away and moved them to his own ass, where he collected some of the semen still trickling out, and used it to coat his own cock.  “Spike, think about it.  Your chip,” he pointed out as wrapped his legs around Spike’s waist and his cock twitched.

 

Giles wouldn’t be getting hard again that night.  Those days for him were long since over, but that didn’t prevent the flutter of sexual anticipation he felt as Spike bent down and lifted his hips so he could line up his cock.

 

Giles gave in to the inevitability, and tried to relax against the upcoming intrusion, and he still hadn’t admitted to himself that he truly wanted this, when Spike thrust up into him completely, with no preparation, and Giles felt long unused muscles burn and tear.

 

His cry of pain was nothing compared to Spike’s.  Spike let go of Giles’ hips and a hand shot up to his head, as if that could do anything against the blinding ache.  He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes and let out a litany of curses to make a sailor blush, and after a few seconds he began to feel alright.

 

“Maybe be a little more careful next time, eh Spike?” Giles suggested smiling at Spike’s misfortune.  “Although, I must say, it is mildly entertaining for me, seeing you in such horrible pain.”

 

Spike smiled down at him and began to move, slowly, in and out of the comforting warmth and said, “Next time?”

 

Giles blushed and stammered and looked away and Spike ran gentle fingers over his face.  As Giles became accustomed to the feeling of being full, and began to show signs that he was actually enjoying himself Spike sped up his movements.  He took more care than Giles did in him, blaming his delicate, considerate actions on the chip, and made sure to hit Giles’ prostate every time. 

 

He took hold of the man’s hands and placed them on the floor on either side of his head, entwining their fingers together.  He placed soft kisses across his face and neck and chest, and when Giles was panting and gasping and bucking up against him, pleading to the God of erections to get him hard just this one time so he could cum and he’d never ask for anything again, Spike vamped out and gently scraped his fangs along the taut neck before him.

 

That turned Giles on more than he could handle and he began to sob, but he didn’t let any tears fall.  “Oh, God, Spike.  Please.  I can’t take any more.  I need to… so bad.  But I can’t.  Please, just finish.”

 

Spike took pity on him, and kissed him.  A beautiful, tender kiss that continued while he thrust faster and faster and eventually, with a groan of relief from them both, Spike shot inside the tight heat and pulled out, collapsing to the floor beside Giles.

 

“So what do reckon, Rupes?” Spike asked, trying to shake off the feeling of intimacy that had snuck up on them both.  “Give you another 24 hours, you’ll be good to go again?”

 

Giles laughed and turned to place a kiss on Spike’s nose before rising from the floor, stretching the kinks out of his back.  “What I reckon, Spike, is that you’ve more than earned your temporary freedom.  And we’ll have to see about future passes on a case by case basis.”

 

At the word ‘temporary’ Spike deflated a little.  “Please Rupert,” Spike asked, feeling more vulnerable now they’d… done what they had done.  “Don’t make me sleep in the bathtub.”  He didn’t know why he was asking.  He could just get up a leave now; could have any time since Giles let him out of the chains, really, but he hadn’t, and he didn’t want to examine the reason for that too closely.

 

Giles let out an exaggerated breath, trying to seem like he was giving Spike a rather large concession.  “Fine.  You can sleep in my bed, but just for tonight.  And first wash that ridiculous makeup off your face and colour out of your hair.  You look like a moron.”

 

Spike gave him a cheeky grin asking, “Sure you don’t want to join me?” and sprinted off to the bathroom for a shower.

 

Giles tried to hide his own smile and after shutting off the lights and collecting the dirty clothes from the floor he made his way upstairs.  He tidied up slightly, made his bed, even though it was about to be slept in, and made himself comfortable in a mess of pillows and blankets, waiting for Spike.

 

He wasn’t sure what had happened that night, but as he felt the other side of the bed depress, and Spike curl up to wrap his arms around Giles’ waist, he was happy to just be happy for one night.  They’d have plenty of time to work the rest out, together.

 

END