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Title: ⟫ Watcher’s BoyFandom: ⟫ Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: ⟫ Rupert Giles/Spike
Rating: ⟫ Mature
Prompts: ⟫
summer_of_giles July 2021Warnings: ⟫ N/A
Summary: ⟫ He really didn’t understand why Spike behaved the way he did when they were out together.
“You know – I can’t help but think that you do it deliberately,” Giles said, shrugging out of his tuxedo suit jacket and pulling at the bow-tie that felt like it was on the verge of strangling him. He tossed the jacket over the back of the sofa, walking around it and collapsing gratefully into the comfort of the well-padded cushions.
“Don’t know what you mean, love,” Spike replied, picking up Giles’ jacket and straightening it out, frowning at the wrinkles in the fine material.
“You know very well what I mean,” Giles replied, allowing his head to fall back against the back of the sofa. He looked at Spike from his upside-down position, not surprised when the vampire leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss. “They all know that we’re together – there’s absolutely no need to put on such a – a – performance – when we’re around them.”
He was done with hiding who he was, or who he was with. He was the Head of the New Watchers, had the oldest living slayer in existence (even if she was still rather unruly on occasion), and had lived through various apocalypses, assisting in saving the world in the process. He would have thought that his decades' long relationship with a vampire would have been old news by now.
Admittedly, when he and Spike had first got together, there had been talk of forcing him to step down, but Buffy, Willow and Xander had made short shrift of that discussion. As had the rest of the ‘baby’ slayers – they trusted Giles, and Spike – and had made it damned clear that if he went, so did they. It hadn’t taken much for the remaining new watchers to fall in line after that. Of course, that hadn’t been the end of it.
The older Watcher families who had come out of the woodwork once the Turok Han had been dealt with and Sunnydale was nothing more than a footnote in history had worked behind the scenes, planning a coup that had fallen completely on its face once they realised that they had no clue what the reality of fighting the supernatural was truly about. It hadn’t hurt that Spike had paid a few of them a visit just to let them know how easy it would be to remove them from existence entirely.
Somehow, when Spike returned from his sacrifice in Sunnydale and found his way to them in England, Giles had found himself spending a lot of time with the vampire. He had helped him through his acceptance that he and Buffy were never going to be together; watched as she made the most of her newfound freedom from her sacred duty before realising that being a young, free and single twenty-something didn’t satisfy her, to setting up the Slayer Academy.
And in the middle of all of that, whilst Giles was trying to find his way and figure out just where he fit in everything, he had discovered that he fit with Spike. A few too many glasses of whiskey led to whispered confessions; a kiss that sent them both running to hide before inexorably finding their way back to each other; a too-close encounter with a vampire which had led to an absolutely scorching row in front of the children about taking unnecessary risks, and somehow Giles had found himself in Spike’s arms, being kissed as he had never been kissed before. Even the whispered ‘ewws’ and ‘awws’ from Buffy and Willow hadn’t been enough to separate them, although Xander’s insistence that the girls pay up for the bet regarding Giles’ sexual fluidity hadn’t made him let go.
And somehow, here they were. An established couple, even though sometimes, Giles more than felt his age, that Spike should find someone younger to be with. As he’d explained to Giles, he felt ‘older’ following his experiences after Sunnydale, and trying to make a relationship with a younger person work was too much effort. He liked sharing stories about England – what it had been like when he was growing up versus Giles’ experiences; liked the fact that they had a history together. He didn’t give a shiny shit if Giles had a few more wrinkles than his previous lovers (Spike’s more than eloquent words) – he loved every nook, cranny and liver spot.
“S’not a performance,” Spike said, interrupting Giles’ reverie.
“Hmm?”
“It’s not a performance – I just like to make sure those little buggers know that you’re taken is all,” Spike said, walking around the sofa and climbing into Giles’ lap. Hands automatically reaching for the slim hips, Giles looked up into the innocent face of his lover.
“What are you going on about?”
“I’m talking all of them baby watchers salivating at getting their hands on ya,” Spike said, making himself comfortable before resting his hands on Giles’ shoulders. “They all wanna know what it’s like to get it on with a warrior like you – imagine themselves being put over your knee and given a spanking before you bugger them six ways from Sunday!”
“SPIKE!”
“What? It’s true – we both know what boarding schools are like – all the prefects and them making free with the younger boys. They all dream about making you take them glasses off and polish them while you tell them off about their imagined naughtiness, then showing them what a man of experience can do to them.”
“You do have the most ridiculous imagination sometimes,” Giles said with a smile, sliding his hands up and down Spike’s back. It was good for the old ego to have someone jealous of him, even if Spike was obviously imagining things that weren’t there.
“You say that, but that Greaves boy – heard him talking to one of his sycophants about how you must have learned a thing or two fucking a vampire all of these years. Was going on about stamina so I told him.” Giles froze, grabbing Spike by the chin and forcing him to meet his gaze.
“What did you tell him exactly?” Spike gave a full-body shiver, the insistent erection making it more than plain that he was enjoying Giles’ forcefulness.
“I told him, didn’t I? Explained just what it was like to be the Watcher’s boy, what you could do with just your voice – how you could get me off sitting across a room from me telling me what to do. I told him that it takes a real man to keep a vampire in check and satisfied, that you weren’t a two-minute man, and that one and done can be absolutely perfect if it’s done right.”
“Spike – “
“And then I told him that he would never get his slimy little hands on you because I fully intend on spending the rest of my days hanging off your dick, whether it be on my knees in front of you, or bent over a desk.”
“Jesus Christ!”
“Wasn’t wrong though, was I?” Spike smirked and Giles couldn’t resist, putting his thumb into his mouth and staring at it as Spike began to suck it obscenely.
“You are truly incorrigible,” he murmured, squeezing the firm body in his lap whilst Spike lavished his thumb with his tongue and mouth until Giles could barely sit still.
“Not much point, is there – besides, you can always punish me if you’ve a mind,” Spike muttered around the digit in his mouth.
“I have zero interest in the likes of the Greaves boy – he would soil his trousers at his first sighting of a true battle. I find that I much prefer someone who I can rely on, who – as he says – intends to be with me until the end of my days.”
“Got that wrong there, Watcher – I said to the end of my days.”
“Spike – “
“Not up for debate – don’t care how old you are, if the time comes I’ll bite ya and get your soul tied on tight.” Spike managed to speak around Giles’ thumb, his words clear despite the obstruction.
“I can’t imagine being an octogenarian vampire, Spike – the thought does not fill me with joy,” Giles replied. “Besides I am so rarely in the field any longer.”
“Doesn’t seem to make a difference. Always in the middle of shit you shouldn’t be,” Spike grumbled, hips beginning to move in a distracting rhythm. “An’ if I’m too late – if I’m too far away to save you, then I’ll be dust before the next sunrise. You’re stuck with me, Rupes – for now and forever.”
Pulling his thumb out of Spike’s mouth, Giles cupped his face in his hands as he leaned up until their faces were close together.
“Now and forever then, Spike.”
