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Look But Don't Touch	By : Cyberwulf Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Giles/Spike(William) > Giles/Spike(William) Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Look but don’t Touch

By Cyberwulf

Rating: 18s (NC-17), for descriptions and implications

Summary: Having come to the horrific conclusion that he’s in love with Buffy, Spike decides to cheer himself up by making someone else’s life miserable.

Spoilers: Season 5 up to that episode about Riley’s heart condition, references to “The Yoko Factor” and season 4 in general.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon.

Pairings: Implied Giles/almost everyone.

Giles looked up as the bell over the shop door jangled. He wondered who it was at first, calling just after sunset . . . then caught sight of the bleached hair and didn’t wonder any more.

“ What do you want?” he asked wearily.

“ This the new project is it?” Spike asked, blowing smoke at the ceiling. He sauntered up to the counter. “ Got to admire you, Rupert, it’s a dangerous gig, is this.”

“ What . . . do . . . you want?” Giles repeated.

Spike gave him the wide-eyed innocent look.

“ Just a little chat,” he replied, jumping up and sitting on the counter, facing the door. He blew smoke in Giles’ direction and the Watcher turned away. Spike grinned – he knew how hard it’d been for Giles to quit, having heard about it several times before being banished to the yard to smoke, and he was determined to rile him as much as possible. “ I haven’t seen you in ages, we’ve got some catching up to do.”

“ Catching up –” Giles spluttered in disbelief, turning to face him.

“ Still single then?” Spike asked smoothly, ignoring him. He looked at Giles. “ Or has Cupid’s arrow finally struck?”

Giles broke eye contact for a second, pupils darting off to the side, nothing more, but Spike knew he’d hit a nerve. Living with Giles had had unforeseen benefits – he’d learned to read him like a book.

“ I heard you’re back with Harmony,” Giles replied, doing his best to sound contemptuous. It didn’t quite come off.

“ Yeah,” Spike replied, almost apologetically. “ Well, she may be a wind-tunnel upstairs, but at least she’s someone to snuggle up with, y’know?” He examined the end of his cigarette and cast a sidelong glance at Giles. The Watcher started moving some of the stuff on the counter around, trying to look busy. Spike let the silence hang for a while. Good – he’d unsettled him. Time for the next stage.

“ Can’t be easy for you, Rupert,” he said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Giles look up. “ I don’t envy you one little bit.”

“ What do you mean?” Giles asked quietly. Spike recognised the same tone of voice Giles had used when Spike had gone to him with the news about the disks from the Initiative, and had bluntly pointed out that Buffy never listened to him any more. Excellent, he was getting to him.

“ Well . . .” Spike said, feigning awkwardness. “ Let’s face it . . . you’re surrounded by four, no less, four, beautiful young women . . .”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Giles said gruffly, not looking at him.

“ Oh come on,” Spike replied. “ Here you are, nearly fifty, all on your own,” he gave a short laugh, “ too bloody repressed to even have a one night stand, and every day you walk in and there’s four pretty young things, all tight clothes, firm breasts, pert bums –” He glanced over his shoulder. “ – and don’t look now, Rupert, but you’re aroused.”

Giles winced inside at the rush of blood to his groin and his powerlessness to stop his body’s response to what Spike was saying. He was keenly aware of the vampire’s gaze and struggled to come up with a reply.

“ Yes, well, it’s a – a perfectly normal male reaction to – thoughts of the, the female form –”

“ But you’re not thinking about the female form, Rupert,” Spike said softly, enjoying the other man’s discomfort immensely. “ You’re thinking about their forms, aren’t you?”

Giles had no answer to that. He wasn’t looking at Spike – was half-turned away from him so the vampire couldn’t see the bulge in his jeans. I’ll make you squirm, you bastard, Spike thought viciously. Why should I be the only one to be tormented by that cow?

“ Hey, I don’t blame you,” he said. “ I mean, any man ’ud get turned on by that. Take the Slayer. The two of you spend all that time training, getting all sweaty and hot and bothered . . . and then when you’re done, she says,” and here he did a very bad impression of a squeaky-voiced Valley girl, “ ‘Eeeuuww, I’m all stinky, I better go home and take a shower.’ And then off she skips, leaving you alone with nothing but the mental image of her all naked and wet, and not a thing you can do about it.”

“ Shut up,” Giles growled. Hostility. For Spike, it was his green light.

“ You know just how you’d take her, don’t you,” Spike remarked. “ You’d be oh so gentle and tender . . . really loving her . . . in some scenarios you weep when you come, hold her close afterwards and tell her how much you’ve wanted her and for how long . . . Other times it’s hard and fast, and she says you’re the only man who ever really satisfied her . . .”

Giles folded his arms and leaned on the counter, staring just off to the right of the shop door. Spike glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. You think it’s bad now, mate, I haven’t even started.

“ Bet you save your nastiest fantasies for Demon Girl,” he declared. “ Bet it really gets on your nerves when Xander whinges about how demanding she is, and how he’s worn out from all that sex. He’s moaning on about it and all you’re thinking is, ‘One night with me and she’d be too exhausted to bug him for a month.’ That sets you thinking about just what you’d do to her to make her scream your name and beg you to stop.”

Spike paused, and looked at Giles. He hadn’t moved, though his eyes had changed ever so slightly, growing cold with anger. Spike recognised his posture, the way Giles held himself rigidly when inside his emotions were raging. Total British stiff upper lip rubbish that Spike had never believed in. Spike allowed himself a small smile. Rupert had a long fuse that burned very slowly, and he could push him a lot further before the explosion.

“ I’ll bet Willow and her little Wicca friend really drive you wild,” he continued.

“ No,” Giles growled, almost unintelligibly.

“ You telling me you’ve never wondered what they get up to?” Spike asked, feigning disbelief. “ Or what you’d do if they ever asked you to join in? You’d act shocked at first, but then you’d let them do whatever they wanted, wouldn’t you? You’ve got it all worked out in your head, exactly how you’d take ’em both at once . . .”

He noticed Giles squeezing his arms with his fingers and realised the Watcher was struggling with the overwhelming desire to touch himself. Spike grinned again. Poor, predictable Rupert, so easy to unbalance. Back when he’d split them up as part of his deal with Adam, he’d had to lie to Xander and Willow, but with Giles, he didn’t have to. It almost made him feel sorry for the guy. Almost, but not quite. He slid a little closer, and moved in for the kill.

“ Tell me something, Rupert,” he murmured, “ in the summer, when they’re strutting around in those obscenely revealing clothes, how many pairs of underpants do you lose to strain on the elastic?” He saw Giles’ eyes flick towards him, then away. Spike shook his head, almost pityingly. “ They never think what they might be doing to you,” he said softly. “ You know why? Because they’ll never see you as a man.” He lowered his voice even further. “ They’ll never look at you the way they look at Angel, or Riley, or Wolf-boy . . . hell, they even rank Xander as more desirable than you. All you’ve got every night are thoughts of them and your clean sheets for company.” He paused for emphasis. “ Pathetic.”

It was as if Giles had turned to stone. Spike noticed the tension in his shoulders and inside he hugged himself with glee. He flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground and turned away to light another one. Hell, he was good at mind games. And Giles’ misery wouldn’t end when Spike left the shop, either. Spike knew how Giles dealt with things like this, and the thought gave him a terrific feeling. He’d never forget how overjoyed he’d been when he showed up at Giles’ flat with the disks and discovered (and how the others could have missed it he’d never know) that the Watcher was already more than half-pissed and continuing to drink. In fact, if there’d been a bottle of whiskey nearby in the shop, Spike had no doubts that Giles would be near the end of it by now . . .

He blew smoke through his nostrils as he sat on the counter, half-turned away from the Watcher.

“ Be seeing you, Rupert,” he declared. He jumped down from the counter and pulled up short as he almost bumped into Giles. He looked up through the older man’s lenses into cold, hard, green eyes and suddenly there was only one thought in his mind.

Shit.

Spike gasped in pain as Giles squeezed the bundle of nerves at the junction of the vampire’s shoulder and neck, forcing him onto his knees so that his head was level with Giles’ crotch. Spike closed his eyes and leaned away as much as he could.

Shit, fuck, bollocks.

“ You’re right, Spike,” Giles said in a voice that was new to Spike, a voice that was soft and dangerous. “ I have thought about them. Especially at night, when I’m alone, just me and my left arm.” Spike’s eyes darted to the hand on his shoulder. Giles’ left hand. “ But you left someone out. There’s someone else I’ve thought about, someone else young and blonde, with a nice arse, who wears their clothes just a little too tight for their own good.”

Spike barely had time to take this in when Giles hauled him to his feet and in one fluid motion turned him around, twisted his arm behind his back and slammed him against the counter. There was no point in struggling – he was pinned there by Giles’ weight. He felt the evidence of Giles’ arousal hard against him and braced himself for the Watcher’s hands undoing his belt, tugging down his jeans –

He flinched when he heard Giles’ voice in his ear.

“ Now, I’m not into rape,” Giles murmured, “ because I like it to be nice.” He paused, deliberately brushing his cheek against Spike’s. “ So, when you get tired humping that human blow-up doll, and want a proper shag, you come and see me.” Another pause. “Because I am most definitely up –” He thrust against Spike once. “ –for it.”

Spike felt Giles’ weight shift, then disappear, and his arm was released. Rubbing it, he saw Giles returning to his side of the counter. Spike managed a nervous laugh.

“ Very funny, Rupert,” he said with a weak, cocky smile. “ Y-you almost had me going there . . .”

“ That’s right, Spike,” Giles replied, almost soothingly. “ You just pretend I wasn’t serious.”

The smile gave up and died on Spike’s face. He held Giles’ gaze for all of ten seconds, then turned, and walked – he forced himself not to quicken his pace – out of the shop.

Inside, Giles closed his eyes and pictured a waterfall to think his erection down.

The End

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