Fun in the Daytime

Title: Fun in the Daytime
Author: AnitaB
Summary: Sequel to ‘Reaching out in the Darkness’, Giles and Spike are deepening their
relationship.... once Dawn’s semi-innocent eyes are off to school
Disclaimer: Don’t sue, it’s just harmless romantic smut and they’re not mine. (At least not really,
soo sad, they say).
Rating: Oh–Soo NC-17, much happy graphic sex.

Chapter one: Morning Requests

It was time. It was well past time. Rupert glanced across the room at Spike, helplessly
watching those pale fingers curve around a coffee mug. The vampire was sipping his blood and
chatting with Dawn at the kitchen table. And it was driving Rupert insane.

Three weeks. Three weeks of amazing kisses and even more amazing sex. Three weeks of
making Spike forget that vampires don’t have to breathe. Three weeks of sexual acts like Rupert
had never even imagined and still Spike was still hesitant in one thing. And bloody hell he wanted
it. Rupert wanted the cool, hard press of that body inside his, desperately. And sod it all, Rupert
was going to get it. //That’s my vampire and bloody hell I want all of him.// The idea of chaining
Spike to the bed had gotten more and more appealing as the days had passed.

Today was going to be the day, as soon as Dawn left for school. Rupert didn’t think the
chains would be necessary, but one never knew. Lifting his teacup to his lips, Rupert tried
unsuccessfully to drag his eyes from Spike’s face, helplessly remembering what those sweet lips
could do to him. And all the things he could do to them. A shuddering breath pushed its way past
Rupert’s lips. “Dawn, you’re not going to be late for school, are you dear?”

“Oh,” Dawn set down her orange juice to look at her watch. “I’m not late, but I gotta go.”
Bouncing out of her seat, she dropped a quick kiss on each man’s cheek before heading out of the
kitchen with words tossed over her shoulder. “Bye, have fun.”

//Oh, I plan to.// “Have a good day, luv.”

“And don’t scare your classmates too much,” Spike grinned at the girl’s back and Rupert’s
heart jumped at that smile. Right along with his blood pressure.

“Yeah, I’ll tell everyone I have a pet vampire that can beat ‘em up. Oh wait, until he grabs
his head and screams.” Laughing, Dawn walked backwards and grinned at Spike as she opened
the front door and disappeared out it.

“Ouch, pet. That hurt.” A laugh in his voice, Spike moved up behind Rupert to lean both
hands on the counter on either side of his body. “That’s our little girl. A brain in her head and an
edge to her tongue.”

The words were heard and processed by some small part of his mind. But most of Rupert
was focused entirely on the cool length of Spike’s body behind his own, the lean arms almost
encircling him. Every nerve in his body strained through the air to feel more. Spike was torturing
him, standing those bare inches away and making his skin hungry. Pressing back into the line of that
chest, Rupert breathed a low groan, hiding it, or trying to, in mindless words. “Yes, she certainly
is.” On their own, his hips arched back into Spike’s and his neck tilted to the side at the cool touch
of lips over his pulse, wanting it, wanting more.

“Didn’t think I’d noticed, did you, my watcher?” A pale hand rose and slid down the line
of Rupert’s throat to rest over his heart. “Heard your heartbeat change, Rupert, saw the heat in your
eyes, I did.”

He never could hide desire from Spike, even if he tried. “I was just trying to wait until the
niblet left before I took advantage of you, my vampire. Some things a girl doesn’t need to see.”
//Like me finally getting you inside me.// “But now that she’s gone...” Turning within the grip of
those strong arms, Rupert pressed close along Spike’s body and smiled against those lips. “Now I
plan to have my evil ways with you.”

“Hmm, evil ways, huh?” Spike pressed an eager kiss to warm lips, driving Rupert’s breath
from his lungs and every nerve into overdrive. “Sounds fun, my watcher. Have away.”

Helpless to resist, Rupert dragged Spike’s mouth back to his and invaded the cool depths
with an avid tongue. Bloody hell, he adored this. Kissing Spike was... well, it could make Rupert
forget that humans did have to breathe. He pulled back with a gasp, resisting the urge to get
distracted into any one of a number of bone melting things Spike always tempted him with. “Come
on, Spike. I’m not stripping you in the kitchen.”

“This time, you mean, Rupert. Enjoyed having me bent over the counter the other day, my
watcher. Stripped me in the kitchen the second Dawn left,” Rupert shuddered and quickly pulled
out off Spike’s arms. Like he needed to be reminded of just how good it felt to be inside Spike, to
hear that voice sigh and groan, to feel those strong muscles squeeze and stretch around him. //No,
it’s my turn to hold him, to squeeze and stretch.//

Forcing his eyes open, Rupert grabbed a pale hand and wordlessly led his grinning
vampire up the stairs to their bedroom. The door was barely closed when he pressed Spike
between his body and the wall, groaning at the feel of the hard erection against his own. “Good
God, Spike, I want you.” Curling his fingers into bleach-blonde hair, Rupert tilted his head to
plant a kiss on those cool lips. Groaning into the tangle of tongues, he sent his fingers to struggle
open the buttons of Spike’s shirt, needing skin.

“You got me, watcher. Now take me.” Cool fingertips trailed over the racing pulse in his
throat, following the line of his shirt to flatten over his heart, flicking open buttons along the way.
“So bloody warm,” Lips followed fingers, driving a gasp from Rupert’s throat.

“Spike,” fighting to breathe, he finished stripping away Spike’s shirt. //I’ll give you
warmth, I’ll bury you in heat.// Running his hands over Spike’s shoulders, Rupert helplessly pulled
that teasing mouth closer and found his breath. “Spike, you’re wearing too much.”

***

That heartbeat was fascinating. It was even more attention-holding when it was this close
and running fast, pounding against his ribs. The mouth exploring his was warm and urgent and
sweet. Bloody hell, nothing in the whole blighted world felt better than feeling Rupert’s heartbeat
change speed against his own body. “You got me, watcher. Now take me.” Warm skin and the
racing pulse were simply irresistible and Spike let his fingers follow both into the trapped heat
between Rupert’s shirt and his skin. “So bloody warm,” Savoring the hitch in his watcher’s
breathing, he buried a line of kisses in that hot flesh, dragging lips and tongue over a pounding
pulse and a heaving chest.

“Spike,” //Bloody hell, that’s my watcher.// Warm hands burned over his skin as they
urgently shoved at the cloth of his shirt. Spike took his hands off that skin to help that fabric slide
away. But even that was too long a time to not be touching Rupert. More urgently feeding at warm
skin, Spike hurriedly slid his hands up that torso, his fingers counting the rise and fall of each
ragged breath. “Spike, you’re wearing too much.” Warm hands pulled him closer and he groaned.

“So’re you, Rupert. Let’s take care of that first.” Spike laid one more kiss on the skin over
Rupert’s heart before sinking to his knees to rest his forehead against a flat stomach. Fingers
working open the belt, Spike groaned low in his throat at the way every muscle in his watcher’s
body jerked and tightened. //Rupert,// Glancing up, he watched Rupert brace one hand against the
wall and felt the other twine into his hair. Spike could do this to his watcher, make his knees go
weak and his hands clench. He could make this human’s skin flush with heat. //Such delicious
heat.//

“Spike,”

“Not yet, Rupert, I’m busy.” All he needed was more of that heat, a taste of that warmth.
This man warming him from the inside. Closing his eyes, Spike slowly pulled the hot length into
his mouth, counting the beats of Rupert’s heart with the tip of his tongue. //Bloody amazing.//

“Spike, oh god, Spike, please.” Rupert quickly braced both hands against the wall and
Spike groaned. //That’s it, my watcher, say my name. Yell for me.// So warm, but still not enough.
At the breathless groaning of his name, Spike warmed his palms along the lean lines of Rupert’s
back and legs. “Spike, god...so good, my vampire.” The muscles under his hands tensed a moment
before warm fingers stroked his cheek. “Spike, stop.” Not quite believing his ears, Spike pulled
back, already missing the hot flesh in his mouth.

“Rupert,” He could hear the question, the uncertainty in his own voice and he hated it,
ducking his head. The hand on his face tipped his chin up and he was helpless to watch Rupert sink
to his knees. Spike read intense need and not rejection on his watcher’s face.

“Good god, Spike, your mouth,” There, in that rough voice, Spike could hear the heat that
always warmed him. Then those lips reclaimed his and he could feel the heat, against his tongue,
along his skin. //Bloody hell, my watcher.// Wrapping both arms around the man so eagerly
exploring his mouth, Spike buried himself in that heat, still wanting more. Three weeks of some of
the most amazing sex he’d had in over a century of life and this human, this man could still make
him whimper and beg for more, to feel more of his heat.

“Rupert, bloody hell, I need... I need you.” His fingers rubbed downward over lean ribs as
Spike dragged his teeth in soft bites up the side of a warm throat. “I need to feel you, luv, please.”
Lightly scratching black-painted nails low against Rupert’s stomach, he groaned against those lips,
wanting to send his hands lower. “Good lord, my watcher, you feel good.” Spike couldn’t help a
harsh gasp at the arch of that back, pressing warm skin harder against his hand.

“Spike, I need you.” A warm, sweet kiss later, Rupert guided that hand around the side of
his hips to a place very low on his back. “I need to feel you, here, inside, please.”

It was a very good thing that vampires didn’t need air, because every muscle in Spike’s
entire body froze. He couldn’t have drawn breath to speak if he’d tried.

It wasn’t like he’d never thought of it. Spike had dreamed about feeling the heat of Rupert’s
body surrounding his. He’d imagined pressing himself deep inside his watcher, feeling the reaction
of those little muscles to him hitting the sweet spot. Spike hardened at the mere thought of being
held warm and deep inside his Rupert. “Rupert, I...” //Bloody hell, I want to.//

Right on the heels of some of the most erotic mental images he’d ever had, Spike’s brain
followed the well-worn trail into all the reasons not to. Pain being highest on that list. Not his
own, though the sodding chip would make its presence known with the headaches of all headaches.
But that wasn’t it, that wasn’t why he just couldn’t... go down that road. Spike simply could not
stand the thought of hurting Rupert. He didn’t trust his control when he could feel his watcher’s
heat. “My watcher, I... I can’t.” //I can’t, but bloody hell I want to.//

***

The hand under his stilled, just as the rest of Spike’s body became suddenly motionless.
“Rupert, I ...” The expression on Spike’s face made Rupert’s hands shake. He’d never in his life
seen such intense need struggling against nearly overwhelming fear. “My watcher, I... I can’t...”

But he wanted to, Rupert could see it in his eyes. Spike wanted this just as much as he did,
the vampire just didn’t trust himself. //Well, luv, I trust you enough for both of us.// “Spike,”
Raising both hands to cradle that pale face, Rupert laid a soft kiss on those lips, waiting longer
than usual for his vampire’s response. But when it came, it was eager and sweet, as always. And
Rupert couldn’t help but notice that the cool hand stayed at the small of his back as the kiss
deepened. Those fingers so close to where he wanted them was making all his nerves twitch.
“Spike, I want you to listen to me, okay?”

Rupert watched those blue eyes flutter half-closed at the light drag of warm palms down
his chest before they opened and locked to his. Spike gave him a small nod, but stayed so stiff, so
still in his arms. //And not the fun kind of stiff.// “I wouldn’t ask you for something I didn’t want or
that you didn’t want.” Rupert let sexual heat fill the smile on his lips, sending his hands down to
work open Spike’s pants. The feel of that erection in his hands, and the harsh gasp on Spike’s lips,
made him groan. “And I want this, Spike. I’ve been dreaming about how you would feel inside
me.” On their own his hands moved in slow stroke up and down that hard length, feeling Spike’s
automatic thrust. “I bet you’ve thought about it too, about feeling my warmth wrapped around you,
about burying yourself in my heat. Haven’t you, Spike?”

A strangled groan passed through the lips so close to his own and those hips arched against
his hands. “Rupert, I... yes, bloody hell, I have. Don’t mean it’ll work.” Rupert listened for and
heard the desire in that voice and smiled. //Of course it will, my vampire.//

“What are you afraid of, Spike?” Well... that got a reaction. Spike jerked against him,
muscles all over that beautiful body tightening all at once. And it forced a low groan from Rupert’s
throat. Distracting, very distracting his vampire could be. Especially when he knew exactly how
those same muscles would feel tightening around him. //No, not getting distracted. Not today.//
Slowing pulling his hands away from the cool hardness, he smiled. “Well, my vampire, my big bad
...” Rupert leaned forward, brushing a kiss over those lips before whispering against them. “Are
you too afraid to take me?”

“I am not afraid, Rupert.” Something inside Rupert thrilled at the determination in Spike’s
voice. //There’s my macho vamp.// Something else inside him melted at the sudden fierceness of
Spike’s hold on him. “I am not afraid.”

“Prove it, then. Take me. I dare you to.” Watching emotions flow through those blue eyes,
he ran the tip of his tongue up the line of Spike’s throat, feeling that body tremble against his skin.
“Take me.”

“I...Rupert...I can’t...hurt you. I can’t” Even though the skin against his was cool, Rupert
felt the heat and caring of those words pour over all his nerves like boiling water. There was
never any lack of heat and affection with his vampire. “I can’t do it.”

Touching his fingertips to Spike’s temple, Rupert heard himself nearly sigh his vampire’s
name. “Spike.”

“Blast the sodding chip, Rupert. *I* can’t hurt you.” Fingers wrapped forcibly around his
wrist, dragging his hand down to cover an unbeating heart. “I could never hurt you, my watcher,
chip or no bloody chip.”

Humans breathe, that was right. Humans such as himself were supposed to take in and let
out air on a regular basis. But this vampire, his tough and tender Spike had overridden every
biological process in his entire body with a single sentence and the emotion on that face. //Bloody
hell, Spike, could you be any sweeter.// Finally drawing air into his lungs, Rupert found himself
groaning helplessly. “Bloody hell, Spike, you make me forget to breathe.” Those lips were simply
too close and said too many pretty things to resist and Rupert lost himself in this kiss. “Spike, I’m
not asking you to hurt me. I just want to feel you, all of you, my vampire.”

Spike let out a sharp breath at the curl of hot fingers around his erection. Rupert felt his
eyes falling close at the feel of Spike’s body in his hands and the sweet sound of that gasp.
“Rupert, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m heating you up, Spike. I’m going to make both of us feel so good. If you let me. I want
this,” Rupert stroked the length of Spike’s shaft with a tight grip, adoring the cool hardness with
fingertips and palms. “I want to feel this, feel you inside me. Please, Spike. You won’t hurt me,
I’m no sodding virgin, pet. I know how it’s done.” Loving the way that pale body trembled under
his hands, he leaned in to steal another sweet kiss. “We can do this, together, and bloody hell I
know you’re going to feel so good. Please, Spike.”

The body against his was still reluctant, but a sexual smile worked its way over those
tempting lips. “Try anything once, right, Watcher?”

Rupert felt the last tension leave his body and moved closer with a smile. “You mean I can
tie you up someday.” Under his hands, Spike shivered in a way Rupert would recognize from
across the room on the edge of sleep. That was Spike’s aroused shiver.

“I’ll even bring the handcuffs, Watcher. But not today.” Those cool fingers finally stroked
over the opening of his body. Rupert found himself trembling in Spike’s arms and gasping for
breath. That was his aroused shiver. “Right now I’ve got other plans for you.”

//Bloody hell, yes. Please, Spike.// Words circled his head but didn’t escape his lips.
Rupert couldn’t breathe enough to get the sounds out. But his body could beg without using his
voice, moving his hips back against those teasing fingers. And those lips. He ran a hand through
short, blonde hair, dragging Spike closer for a kiss. “Spike, please.”

“Come on, my Watcher, let’s get you ready.” //Finally, please.//

***