RockStarPeach

Here's a little something for the nekid_spike advent calendar. 

The wonderful blondebitz was generous enough to make me this beautiful manip to go with this story.  Thanks muchly darling!

Title:  Holiday

Pairing: (grouping) Spike/Wes/Giles

Rating:  Adult

A/N:  Takes place sort of after a little ditty I wrote, Visitor, but is entirely stand alone.  In fact, that whole story is summarised in the first couple of paragraphs here.  It’s just a story in the twisted universe I seem to have created in my brain, where Wes and Spike are a couple, and occasionally fuck Giles.  And there has been no NFA, the (remaining) gang is still working for W&H 6 months after.

Summary:  Sex and schmoop and working stuff out

I just completely love this manip!!!!



Holiday

It had been over a month since Giles had been to LA.  He had flown there in October to help Spike out with an emergency. He had been hesitant at first, knowing Spike was working with Wolfram and Hart, and wanting to keep himself, and the council, out of any sort of contact with the evil organisation. 

 

But he had packed his bags and booked the first available flight, going on nothing more than a vague request from a formerly evil, still very annoying ex-enemy, ex-ally.  He and Spike had history, not all of it bad, and he had felt the need to do what he could to help out the peroxide blond pain in the arse.  Maybe he had been trying to make up for almost having him killed.  Either that, or he was feeling lonely, and an invitation to visit someone had had a few pretty spectacular sex sessions with once upon a time sounded very appealing.

 

So off he had gone, and Spike’s ‘big emergency’ had turned out to be Wesley in need of a good rogering, and Giles really couldn’t say he was too upset about that.  He’d always found Wesley handsome of course, but back when he’d known him he was too much of a prat to bother with.  He’d changed since then.

 

He had been more than mildly surprised to discover that Spike was in a normal relationship.  With Wesley of all people.  Well, normal if you didn’t think that inviting one person’s former sometimes-lover across an ocean so that all three could have a grand romp in the sac at all odd.

 

He had only planned on staying a day or two, to help out with Spike’s problem, but had been convinced to stay for a few extra days by two very beautiful and talented bodies that refused to let him out of bed.

 

Now it was Christmas eve and he was heading back to LA.  He had been a little shocked that Spike had called to invite him to spend the holidays with he and Wesley, thinking that their last time together had just been a fun little one-time getaway. 

 

He couldn’t deny the fact that he was actually quite pleased by the invitation.  After all, who wouldn’t be?  He caught himself humming as he packed his bags and didn’t even bother to stop.

 

***

 

Giles knocked on the door to Spike’s basement dive, small suitcase in hand, and waited for an answer.  He didn’t wait long.  The door was opened almost before he had finished knocking so Spike had obviously been waiting, and had heard him approach.  There was no way he could have gotten to the door sooner.

 

When the door was pulled open he rolled his eyes at Spike’s state and hastened inside, hoping that nobody who happened to be passing by the hallway would get a look in the flat.  There weren’t likely to be many people in the stairwell outside Spike’s door, he knew, but still, decency won the day.

 

He nudged Spike out of the way, so that he could have some room at the doorway as he put his bag down and closed the door behind himself.  “Hello Spike,” he said, looking at the discouraged expression on the vampire’s face.

 

Giles nearly laughed.  Spike was completely naked, save a Santa Claus hat on his head, and a sprig of mistletoe held in one hand suggestively over his groin.  Obviously Spike was expecting a much better reaction than he had gotten.

 

Giles decided to take a little bit of pity on him, but not too much, knowing that he didn’t really deserve it.  He caught the hand of Spike’s that he was holding the flower with and brought it up above his head, placing a soft kiss to his lips.  He pulled back after only a second and said, “It’s very nice to see you.”

 

“You’re damn right it is,” Spike grumbled, and ditched the mistletoe, grabbing Giles in a bone crushing embrace and planting a significantly more devilish kiss on the man.

 

Giles knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold out on showing his pleasure at being here for long, so he didn’t bother trying.  He wrapped his own arms around the blond and returned the kiss with even more force than it was given.

 

It only lasted a moment before Giles pulled back, asking breathlessly, “Where’s Wesley?”

 

Spike pouted, seemingly mildly put out, and returned, “Why?  ‘M suddenly not good enough for you?”

 

 Giles smiled an evil smile.  “You were never good enough for me, Spike.  Only a bit of fun now and again.”

 

Spike pulled his arms back from around Giles and scowled.  It really pissed him off that Giles was acting like such a prick.  He had thought they were past this.  If he didn’t know that Wes was really looking forward to his visit he would have shoved him out the door.

 

Giles sighed, stepping toward Spike, closing the distance between them.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “You know I don’t mean that.  I’m a bit on edge.  It was a long flight, and I was really looking forward to seeing… both of you.  I was under the impression that he would be here as well, but if not, I wouldn’t entirely mind.”

 

Spike let himself be enfolded in a fierce hug, let the man nuzzle into his neck and place kisses across his shoulder.  He allowed himself to enjoy the sensations for a moment before he pulled back, snickering a little and told Giles, “He’s here.  In the shower.  He needed to get cleaned up a bit, if you know what I mean.”

 

“I hope you didn’t wear him out.  I’ve got plans for that young man of ours.”

 

Spike heard Giles’ heartbeat speed up with the knowledge and let a somewhat genuine laugh escape him.  “Yeah.  Can’t blame you for being excited to see him.  Don’t know what I ever did before him.”

 

Giles kissed him again, hands roaming all over his body, pressing him further back into the tiny living room.  He broke the kiss long enough to mutter, “Don’t think for a moment I’m not equally excited to see you, Spike.”  The kissing resumed for a couple of seconds, Giles backing Spike up until his legs hit the coffee table.

 

The human stopped for a breath and spoke again.  “And as I recall, the two of us had some pretty good times before Wesley was in the picture.”

 

Giles pushed Spike down over the table and fell on top of him, kissing and touching and working his hand between cold legs to fondle the cock that had been hard since the first knock on the door.

 

Spike spread his legs a little, and allowed the touch for a short while, but soon pushed up a bit saying, “Yeah.  It was great.  But now Wes is in the picture, and I’m thinking we should wait for him before we really get into it here.”

 

Giles smirked and pushed himself up, so that he was standing in front of Spike, who managed to right himself to a sitting position on the table, the Santa hat having been lost somewhere along the way.  “He really has got you wrapped ‘round his finger, hasn’t he Spike?  Amazing.”

 

Spike stood up then, getting into the man’s personal space.  “Oi.  I’m nobody’s bitch, watcher.  Remember that, yeah?  Just… this holiday was for him, and I want him to enjoy it.”

 

Giles deflated a little bit at the admission.  “So, this is all for Wesley’s benefit.  You didn’t want to see me at all.”

 

Spike stared at him with hard eyes for a moment, but then his face softened into a smile.  “We are a right couple of girls aren’t we?” he asked, good-naturedly.  “Course I wanted to see you, pet.”  He reached out a hand to trail down Giles’ arm.  “Always want to see you.”

 

Giles retuned the smile and once again wrapped his arms around Spike and they proceeded to make out like teenagers for long minutes.  Eventually they were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing from behind them.

 

They broke apart, Spike smirking, Giles smiling shyly and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand in an attempt to make it look like he hadn’t just been sticking his tongue down the vampire’s throat.

 

“Wesley,” Giles said to the man who had emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but of a pair of pyjama bottoms.  He let his gaze travel up and down the man, letting his arousal grow with each inch of bare flesh he took in.  “Nice to see you.”

 

Spike snickered.  “I’ll just bet it is, watcher.  And it’ll be nicer to see even more of him won’t it?”

 

Spike was shot identical looks of reproach from both the other men in the room, and Wesley stepped forward saying, “Don’t let me interrupt.  You two seemed to be quite enjoying yourselves.”

 

“Not as much as we would have been with you here, pet,” Spike told him.

 

Wesley spared him a small smile and turned his attention back to Giles.  “Nice to see you, too, Rupert,” he told him and leaned in to kiss him awkwardly on the lips before he could lose his nerve.

 

The last time they were together had been entirely unexpected for him, and he had been extremely anxious about the whole encounter.  This time he felt slightly better about it, but was still a little apprehensive, wondering whether Giles truly wanted to be with him, or if he was just there for Spike.

 

Some of his thoughts must have been clearly visible in his expression.  Either that, or Giles had added mind reading to his magic repertoire, because the older man didn’t let Wesley get too far before he shot his arms out around him, pulling him back into a crushing embrace, smashing their mouths together. 

 

Wesley was relieved, and melted into the hold, mouth opening under Giles’, accepting the invading tongue, and letting his own out to play.  Wesley acquiesced to Giles’ every movement, losing himself in the feel of the warm arms and hands and mouth on him, and didn’t notice they had moved at all, until he found himself sprawled over the coffee table on his back, Giles above him.

 

Spike stood back and enjoyed the show his two beautiful men made together, and was quietly amused when they ended up in the exact same position he had been in with Giles before Wesley came out.  Old watcher obviously wasn’t getting any action back home if he was this raring to go.

 

Spike took a couple of steps closer to them, intending to join in, but Giles noticed his advancement and pulled back from Wesley long enough to say, “No.  I think I’ll take Wesley without your help this time Spike.”  He thrust his jean covered hips into the other man’s flimsy pyjama covered ones, feeling Wesley’s hardness through the material.  “You can have a seat on the couch, Spike, until we’re finished.”

 

Spike’s jaw dropped open, his brain not able to process what he was hearing.  “Excuse me?” he managed to get out.  “This is my bloody place.  And that’s my lover you’ve got pressed down and panting underneath you.  I’ll do what I damned well like.”

 

Giles sighed.  “Very well, Spike.  If you don’t want to cooperate I can’t force you.  No wait.  I can.”  Giles held out a hand in Spike’s direction and mumbled a few words Spike couldn’t understand, and quickly got back to Wesley. 

 

Spike suddenly found himself forced back on the couch, unable to move from his new position.  Fuckin’ magic!  Stupid son of a bitch had been planning this.  “Rupes, you best let me up from here right now.”

 

“Or what?” Giles asked with exasperation as he stopped licking Wesley’s teeth for as long as it took to respond.

 

“Or I’m gonna make you very sorry,” Spike warned, but couldn’t hide the lust that clouded his eyes at the idea of having to remain seated and watch as Rupert and Wesley went at it less than a meter from him.

 

Giles smirked at him.  “That’s sort of what I was hoping for, Spike,” he said and set his attention back on the man below him.  He kissed him briefly before pulling back enough that he could quickly divest himself of his clothing and pull off Wesley’s pants, before once again pressing down and grinding their now bare erections together.

 

“Oi!” Spike almost shouted, outraged.  “Wes.  Honey.  You just gonna let him take you like that, with me sitting all the way over here?”

 

Wesley pushed Giles back a little and screwed up his face at Spike calling him ‘honey’.  It just didn’t sound right.  “Of course not, Spike,” he told him, and pushed Giles the rest of the way off.

 

Giles looked mildly put out, and Spike looked too smug for his own good and Wesley ignored them both.  He stood up grabbing Giles by the arm and quickly forced him around, using the element of surprise to his advantage.  He pulled the arm he was holding behind Giles’ back and pushing him face down across the coffee table, kicking his legs apart and standing between them.

 

He looked at Spike and revelled in the expression of shocked outrage on his face before blowing him a kiss and saying, “I’m going to take him, with you sitting all the way over there.  And you’re going to love it.”

 

He fell to his knees behind a bent over Giles and placed a hand over his arse so that it spanned both cheeks.   “That is, if that’s okay with you, Giles,” Wes offered, wanting to drive Spike crazy in a good way, but not wanting to do anything Giles didn’t want.

 

Giles wasn’t entirely sure about this.  He had been planning to fuck Wes, like he had last time, but he supposed there would be plenty of time for that later, and he couldn’t deny that he was turned on by the tiny display of rebellion the younger man had just put on.  And besides, it would help to put Spike in his place. 

 

“I… I suppose…” Giles started, and was unable to say anything more as Wes worked three fingers into his crack, pushing one of them into the hole that hadn’t been used since Spike had fucked him over a month ago.

 

Giles relaxed immediately into the touch, inwardly begging for more, but unwilling to let out his desires just yet.  Wesley reached over into the drawer on the side table closest to him and pulled out a tube of lubricant.  He looked at Spike and held it up, saying with exaggerated cheer,  “Good thing we shag so much in here deary, or I’d have to waste too much time going into the bedroom to fetch this before I got to put it to Rupert.”

 

Spike silently seethed, his scowl enough to let Wesley know that he wasn’t happy with the situation.  Oh well.  The angrier Spike was, the better the sex would be later.  That was something that Wesley had had a great deal of fun learning about his demonic lover.

 

Wesley spared little time coating his cock in the sticky substance, perfunctorily prepared Giles, and shot one more quick glance at Spike before pushing forward into the tight hole.  Giles pushed back against him, wanting more of the fantastic feeling, and Wesley cried out and begged for more of the tightness surrounding him before he realised that he was in control and could take whatever he wanted.

 

He wasted no time doing so, pushing into Giles harder and harder, faster and faster, grabbing his hips tight in his fingers, pounding and crying out like he’d never feel anything quite so exquisite again.

 

Giles let out answering cries of pleasure, and cried out in agony almost as much as his hard cock was trapped between his torso and the unyielding table, and with each thrust, the edge of the table cut into him painfully.  He tried to pull himself up a little and reach a hand down so that he could free himself from the soreness, but Wesley’s firm hand on his back stopped him.

 

“No,” Wes said.  “I know it hurts, Giles, and that’s alright.  That’s what I want.”

 

That was all well and good for Wesley, but Giles was having a hard time concurring.  The pounding he was taking was delicious, and it was little wonder to him that Wes and Spike had been shagging.  Wes must have been taking lessons.  He hadn’t felt anything so wonderful in his life except for times that Spike had been inside him.  But the pinch on his most prized organ was going to prevent him from reaching climax.  Perhaps that was the point, he thought, as Wesley started to speed up, and his fingers dug in deeper.

 

Spike watched, feeling equal parts arousal and anger.  Who the hell did Rupert think he was coming here like this, taking his man from him and forcing him to watch?  He’d rip the bastard’s throat out when he got free of this spell. 

 

Before the thought about wearing Rupert’s entrails as a hat was even completed, Spike knew he was being stupid.  He was the one who had invited Giles to visit them, both times now.  Knew that the other two would never even have this if it wasn’t for him.  Knew that Wes wouldn’t be going through with any of this if Spike wasn’t there with him, and knew that Giles wouldn’t have come at all if Spike hadn’t been the one to ask.

 

Still, seeing his lover give something to Giles that he had been the only so far to receive, ever, sent a shiver of jealousy through him that he couldn’t quite let go of.  Wes was only supposed to fuck him.  Had only ever fucked him, and now that wasn’t true anymore. 

 

He watched Wesley speed up and shout out and smelled him empty himself into Giles and heard Giles curse as he couldn’t follow the other man into ecstasy.  It all must have been too much for Giles, because he suddenly found himself free of his invisible bindings and jumped up from the couch, switching to his vampire visage and stalking menacingly close the post coital couple on the table.

 

He extended two very strong arms and used all his preternatural strength to effortlessly lift up Wesley and toss him gently to the couch.  He growled slightly, warning, “Don’t think you’re off the hook, love.  Just got something I need a little more right now than to deal with you, but I’ll get to you soon enough.  Just stay put.”

 

And Wesley did, just as well, or even better than he would have had Giles worked the same spell on him that he had on Spike.  When Spike ordered, he obeyed.  He couldn’t help himself and didn’t want to.

 

Giles turned himself over, sitting on the table in front of Spike, trying to look as dignified as he could with his breathing a little laboured, and jizz dripping out his backside.  He looked up at Spike, expression challenging, but they both knew he was now at Spike’s mercy.

 

Spike snarled and pushed Giles down on his back and straddled him on the table, both of their asses in the air in front of Wes.  Spike bent down and viciously kissed the man, teeth the most prominent body part involved, and while he had Giles distracted, sunk himself down on the hot, hard, cock underneath him.

 

Giles craned his neck back and when his mouth was free cried out in pleasure, thrusting hard up into Spike.  Spike met the punishing thrusts for par and then some as he forced himself down onto Rupert’s hips, probably bruising his ass cheeks in the process.

 

“Don’t even think about coming yet, love,” Spike warned, and scraped his fangs down Giles’ neck, delighting in the shiver that was coaxed from the man as he licked up small specks of blood that rose to the surface under barely there cuts.

 

“What?”  What the hell was this?  Giles was beginning to think they were only messing with him, and he became righteously angry at the order, digging his fingernails into Spikes back and pushing as hard as he could into the tight hole. 

 

Spike let him use all the force he could muster, enjoyed every second of it and told him, “Not yet baby.  I just needed this for minute.  Just to feel you inside.  It’s been so long.”  Spike closed his eyes and continued the fuck for a while longer. 

 

Eventually he could smell Wesley behind them, arousal increasing, could hear his heart speeding up, sense him becoming hard again and that had been what he was waiting for.  As much as it pained him, he yanked himself up off of Giles and pulled the man to standing in front of him. 

 

He nudged Giles roughly in the direction of the bedroom, and reached a hand out to Wesley to help him up also.  Wesley went willingly of course, unable to resist anything that Spike wanted of him, and allowed himself to be pushed in the same direction as Giles.

 

Spike couldn’t resist reaching his arms around Wes and picking him up off the floor from behind, one arm around his middle, the other under his legs, and carried him into the bedroom, following the other man.

 

Spike tossed Wesley carelessly to the bed on his front, and stepped around Giles to the side of the bed next to him. 

 

“Did you like that lover?” he asked Wesley, as he pressed down on his shoulders with a strong hand.  “Like to fuck one of my exes with me watching?”  He continued the questions as he nudged Wesley’s knees apart slightly with his other hand.  “Did you like knowing that I would give anything to be either one of you?”

 

Wes didn’t answer except in the form of a groan as Spike dug a thumb inside his hole briefly before pulling it out and turning to Giles.  “And you,” he scolded as he gave the man a shove toward the bed.  “Taking your pleasure from what you know is mine, and leaving me out of it.”

 

He manhandled him so that Giles was laying over top of Wesley, legs on either side of the younger man.  “You’re not nearly off the hook.”

 

Giles sighed and bit his lip as he pulled his hips back and grabbed his cock, angling it to slide inside Wesley.  It was about damn time he got some relief.  He was stopped by Spike before he even got close.

 

“Ah ah ah,” Spike chided.  “It’s my game now.”

 

Spike climbed onto the bed then, positioning himself between both sets of legs, and pressing down on Giles lower back so that his hips fit snug over the curve of Wesley’s ass.

 

Wes groaned as his renewed erection was ground down against the sheets, and Giles cursed as his own hard cock was once again crushed, albeit more pleasantly this time, between his own soft belly and Wesley’s hard back.

 

Spike put one hand down on the mattress to steady himself and used the other to reach past Giles and caress the side of Wes’s face softly for a moment before he grabbed it harshly, pulling it back a little and bent down to whisper in his ear.

 

“You first, lover.  You’ve been screaming for it the loudest, after all,” Spike told him, loud enough for Giles to hear as well, and slammed his cock home inside the tight, familiar hole.

 

Wesley cried out at the burn of being impaled so roughly without the benefit of slick, but pushed back anyway onto the intrusion.  Spike smiled at the predicted response, and continued the hard rhythm into Wesley’s backside, unerringly going for the spot that would make Wes beg. 

”Fuck, Spike,” Wesley panted, as he grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets in his fists.  “God yes, lover.  Right there.”

 

Spike smirked, knowing he was fast driving his lover to the edge, but abruptly pulled out.  He ignored the whines of protest coming from Wesley and addressed Giles.  “Now for you baby,” was all the warning Giles got before he was completely filled with Spike’s hardness.

 

Giles cried out at the pleasure, not feeling quite the same hot pain Wes had, since he was already slick and ready from the night’s prior activities.  He pushed back against Spike, and delighted in the sensation of his own prick rubbing against the smooth hot body below him.  This was what he had been wanting since he got that first phone call from Spike.  He wasn’t going to give the vampire that kind of knowledge though, and made a token protest.

 

“Spike.  The two of you have left me hanging on too long.  I’m going to be inside something, going to come, and you’d best let me or..”

 

“Or what, watcher?” Spike interrupted.   “I don’t think you’ve really got anything to threaten us with.”  Spike sped up his movement inside Giles until the man was panting and pushing and silently begging underneath him.

 

Spike chuckled.  “That’s what I thought.”  He pulled out of Giles then.  Hearing curses and protests and threats from the man, and he smiled at them and knew that soon enough they would mean nothing.

 

He pushed himself into Wes’s hole again, just below Giles’, and allowed himself only a few more thrusts and Wesley’s capitulation before he pulled out again and pushed into Giles once more. 

 

Giles’ moan of pleasure and Wes’ of frustration mingled, and Spike loved the sound.  Loved the sight below him.  Loved the feel of two hot tight holes waiting for him, wanting him, begging for him.

 

He took turns then, plunging a few times into one, then pulling out and thrusting into the other.  It was never enough for any of them to get what they needed, but enough for all of them to be kept on edge, wanting, needing that little bit more.

 

“Rupert,” Spike instructed, somewhat brokenly.  “Grab him.  Reach ‘round and wrap your fingers around his prick and pump it.  Hard.  Make him come.”

 

Spike had barely finished the instructions as he himself did the same to Giles’ pulsing cock, even as he continued to thrust into each of them in turns.

 

Eventually he sped up so that he was taking only one thrust at a time into each hole, hands still working cocks between bodies and sheets.

 

It wasn’t long then, before they all felt orgasm was imminent.  They kept up the pace as long as they were able, Giles trying desperately to both finish and outlast the other men, but eventually he succumbed to the delicious sensations.

 

Giles screamed and pushed back and squeezed his hand tight around Wesley’s dick.  Spike felt the action like a vice around his cock, but wasn’t willing to let that be the end.  He pulled out quickly, and pushed into Wes, but only felt and an answering pulse there, as Wesley shot his load in concert with Giles.

 

Spike honestly couldn’t decide where he wanted to end his journey, so he kept up taking turns, one thrust per hole, for only three or four seconds, and finally he was ready to join the other two.  He pulled out of them both, and held himself in his free hand, aiming his erection so he would hit both warm, inviting, twitching puckers with his spend.

 

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth together and let go, shouting out his love for Wes and how hot he thought Giles was and covered both of their asses with his jizz, working it inside a little with his fingers.

 

Giles collapsed first, followed by Wesley under the unsupported weight.  Spike followed them, flopping down on top of Giles, rubbing his hands up and down his sides, placing kisses to the man’s back, not wasting too much energy moving.

 

Spike didn’t stay like that for long, knowing the humans would need to eventually breathe, so he pulled himself up, taking Giles with him, so they were laying on the bed next to Wes, instead of crushing him, Giles in the middle.

 

Spike rolled Giles to face him, and put a hand on the back of his neck to drag him closer and proceeded to kiss the man hard and long, until Giles was kissing back, both oblivious to anything outside of that action.

 

Wesley was feeling a bit left out, and stretched out his arm so he could grasp Spike’s bicep in his fist.

 

Spike broke the kiss at the contact, and looked up to see Wesley, eyes asking what the problem was.  He didn’t have to look in Wesley’s eyes for long before he knew.  Wes didn’t want to admit it, knew it was ridiculous, but couldn’t help himself.  He was jealous that Spike was giving so much attention to Giles.

 

Spike held back a laugh.  It was funny really, that Wes would be jealous when he was the one that wanted Giles there in the first place.  Spike didn’t let the humour show in his face, though, as he gracefully climbed over the humans and placed himself on the other side of Wes, using a hand to pull Giles close enough to Wes that the two were rubbing their whole bodies against each other.

 

He kissed and bit and rubbed against Wesley’s neck and back and ran his hand over both men’s bodies, loving the feel and wanting the night to end just like this.  He was immensely relieved as the other two seemed to relax next to him, and the two men drifted off into sleep.

 

***

 

Several hours had passed and sleep eluded Spike.  He hadn’t really been complaining about it, more than content to just watch the two gorgeous creatures next to him in their respite, counting more blessings than he knew any vampire deserved, and was immensely happy that they added up to this moment.

 

He carefully pulled his arm out from underneath Wesley’s neck, and lifted his other arm from over both of their naked hips, hoping that he hadn’t disturbed their sleep.  He stood, and breathed a sigh of relief when his two humans registered his absence only by shifting closer together on the bed.

 

He gave them a quick smile, happy that they could be like this with each other, and moved to the living room, quietly, where he sat on the couch, lighting up a cigarette and enjoying his solitude, staring at the tackily decorated Christmas tree Wesley had instead they put up.  Spike pretended to hate it, but they both knew better.

 

Giles came awake at some point, hand blindly finding the warm body in front of him, and he unconsciously nuzzled into it, happy for the contact.  It took a few moments in the state of half wakefulness, but he managed to sort out that the off feeling he was experiencing was because he was alone in the bed with Wesley.

 

Spike was gone.  Oh, Giles knew he wouldn’t have gone far, but still, he wasn’t with them.  He loved being here, like this, with Wes, even if he felt a bit odd that Spike wasn’t with them… but he knew Spike wouldn’t have left them without saying, and he took a strange comfort in that fact.

 

The thought that this would be Giles’ perfect opportunity for conversation with Spike crossed his mind, and he couldn’t let the chance go.  He extricated himself from Wesley gently, placing an unnoticed kiss to the other man’s cheek as he got up.

 

Wesley slept soundly, burying his face into a pillow, and Giles chuckled to himself as he followed Spike’s path out to the living area.  He found the vampire sitting on the couch, staring seemingly at a random spot on the wall, blowing smoke out in a perfect O between beautiful lips, that should be doing anything but what they were.

 

Giles hesitated only a moment but then went to him and sat down on the couch next to Spike, careful not to tip over the ashtray that sat on the cushion between them.  “Spike, I think we need to talk.”

 

“’Bout what?” Spike asked, blowing a puff of smoke out, not looking at the other man.

 

“About us.  About what happened when you were staying with me and why it didn’t once you’d left.  About what’s going on now, and whether you truly want it to.”  Giles took a deep breath and prepared himself to let out the thought that had been keeping him up some nights for over a year now.

 

“About what happened between us that last year in Sunnydale.”

 

Spike took in another puff of smoke from his cigarette, held it in his useless lungs for a second and let it out again.  “No, we don’t.”

 

“Yes, Spike, I think we do,” Giles countered.  He needed to know why Spike kept inviting him here.  To know if it was only to see Wesley, and if Spike resented him for it, or worse, if it was all some twisted game Spike had come up with to see how many hoops he would jump through for the vampire after what happened with Robin Wood.

 

Spike turned to him then, eyes locking.  “No, Rupert, we really don’t.”

 

And in that moment Giles knew that Spike was right.  They didn’t need to talk about it.  It had already been sorted.  He knew that Spike didn’t really forgive him, which worked out well, because Giles wasn’t really sorry for what he’d done.  He felt bad, sure.  He’d felt bad while they were planning Spike’s demise, and would have missed him if they had succeeded, did miss him those months they all thought they’d lost him, but given the same circumstances, he’d do it again.

 

What he saw in Spike’s eyes was understanding.  Spike understood what Giles had done, and Giles wondered whether Spike had ever had to let someone he cared about die for the greater good.  He hadn’t realised he had been about to ask, but Spike must have, because he just said, “Don’t,” and pressed back into the couch, taking another pull from the cigarette.

 

They sat in silence until Spike finished smoking and crushed the butt out in the ashtray and placed it on the table.  Giles shifted a little closer to Spike, not quite knowing how the action would be received, considering he was in no way trying to initiate sex, but Spike cracked a tiny smile and closed the rest of the distance between them.  He grabbed Giles hand and held it one of his, and leaned in slightly to rest his head against shoulder of the taller man.

 

Giles turned and placed a soft kiss to the top of Spike’s head and said, “Happy Christmas Spike.”  He wasn’t sure how appropriate it was to be wishing such sentiments to a vampire, but then again, Spike was unique.

 

Spike snickered, but returned the greeting.  “Happy Christmas, Rupert.”

 

Only a few seconds of comfortable silence passed before Spike spoke again.  Without moving from his cosy position snuggled up next to Giles, he said, “You just gonna stand there all night watching, Wes?  Or you gonna come on in and join us?”

 

Wesley stepped further into the living room, realising he had been caught staring and stammered, “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean…  I just thought it looked like you two needed a moment.”

 

Giles looked up as Wesley spoke, not having realised he had been there at all, and wondered how long he’d been listening and watching.  Then he remembered that most of the conversation had been inside his own head, and supposed that he wouldn’t have heard much anyway.

 

“Thanks, love,” Spike told him honestly, looking over at him.  “Moment’s over.”

 

Wesley came around to the couch, trying to decide where he should sit.  Spike and Giles were sort of in the middle of it, and he would have to ask them to move over in some direction if he wanted to sit down.  Before he could though, he caught sight of the clock on the VCR that read 6:07am.

 

“Oooo!” he said excitedly.  “Is it past six?”

 

Giles followed his gaze to the electronics and agreed.  “Yes, it appears so.  Why?”

 

Wesley ignored him for now in favour of picking up the television remote, and turning it on, searching through the channels.

 

Spike rolled his eyes and tossed his head back against the soft cushion behind him and groaned a little.  “He’s been talking about this for a bloody week.”

 

“Talking about what?” Giles asked, cute little frown creasing his brow, and as Spike turned his head to answer he couldn’t help but reach up to give him a heated kiss instead of answering.

 

“Ah Ha!”  Wes’s cry of triumph stopped the kiss and they turned to look at him, and the television screen.

 

“What is that?” Giles asked.

 

Spike gave Giles a little shove in the direction of the arm of the couch and said, “Come on Rupert.  Move your fat arse.  Make some room.”

 

Giles did, wanting to give Wesley a place to sit, but didn’t take his eyes off the screen, where three or four logs crackled under bright red and orange flames, and soft wordless Christmas carols accompanied the sight.

 

Wesley came to sit on the couch next to Spike, still smiling.  “Log,” he said, in answer to Giles’ question.

 

“Log?” Giles repeated, not quite sure he had heard right.

 

Spike rested his head back against Giles’ shoulder and lifted his other arm so that Wesley could do the same to him on his other side.  Wesley immediately snuggled into his lover’s comforting touch, and didn’t miss a beat in his conversation with Giles.

 

“Yes.  It’s a video of a fire.”  He still sounded pretty excited about it.

 

“’Parently it’s supposed to fun,” Spike added, clearly not agreeing.

 

“Not ‘fun’ Spike,” Wes chided, running his hand up and down Spike’s thigh.  “Romantic.  Cosy.  I always had a fire on Christmas morning growing up, and since you don’t have a fireplace, this is the next best thing.”  He sighed contentedly and pressed closer into Spike.

 

Spike knew that he would sit here, just like this, watching this ridiculous excuse for television air for hours, because he knew that it made Wes happy.  And he would do anything to make Wes happy.

 

He reached with the hand that wasn’t currently occupied in one of Giles’ and tilted Wes’s chin up so that the other man was looking at him.  “I love you, you know that?”

 

“I love you too,” Wesley answered and smiled shyly, a bit embarrassed at saying something like that in front of Giles, and he and Spike shared a tender kiss.  Absurd he knew, considering what they had already shared with him, but this was oddly more personal.  He thought Giles’ must feel now like Wes had felt a few minutes ago when he had been watching the other two talking quietly, intimately, on the couch.

 

Giles allowed them their moment, staring dutifully at the image of the fire on the screen until he felt Spike shift and nudge his nose and his lips against his neck.  “You’re not so bad yourself, watcher,” Spike told him, and he smiled.

 

Wesley remained silent, but reached a hand across Spike to join the already connected ones sitting on Spike’s lap.

 

None of them was in any particular hurry to get back to the sex.  Giles had booked a holiday (apocalypse permitting of course) until after the new year, so they still had another week together to indulge. 

 

Instead they sat, enjoying each other’s company, watching Wesley’s absurd fire, and making silent plans for the upcoming week.

 

END