A Vampire's Eye View

Title: A Vampire's Eye View 10
Author: Joolz
Pairing: Giles/Spike
Warning: M/M
Rating: NC17
Season: 5ish
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, more’s the pity. It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy and WB.

A Vampire’s Eye View Chapter 10

By Joolz


Giles and Spike were woken from their brief post-coital nap by a hammering coming from down below in the shop. When Giles looked at his watch he realised it was well past time for the Magic Box to be open and his Monday morning delivery of newt eyes and bat wings had obviously arrived.

Giles got up and limped slowly over to the window. He carefully pulled back the curtain to make sure he didn’t expose Spike to the sun and leaned out, spotting the delivery man below.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ll be right down.”

“Bit of a late night was it, Mr G?” shouted up the delivery man who knew Giles quite well considering the frequency of his visits.

“I think my alarm clock must be faulty.”

“Right! Of course!” he laughed and gave Giles a knowing wink. “I’ll believe you. Take your time; I’m due a break so I’ll have a coffee whilst I’m waiting.”

The delivery man got back into the cab of his truck and Giles pulled his head back in, shaking it bewilderedly as he did so.

“What’s the matter, you look confused?” Spike questioned, looking up at Giles from his comfy position propped up on Giles’ bed.

“That was Bob, the delivery man from my magic shop suppliers. He didn’t seem to believe me when I said my alarm clock hadn’t gone off. I don’t see why that should be so hard to accept.”

Spike laughed. “I think I can see why he was a bit doubtful, luv. Have you looked in the mirror this morning?”

Giles shook his head and hobbled over to the mirror on his wardrobe door. What he saw looking back at him left him in no doubt as to what Bob had been laughing about.

The reflection in the mirror showed a completely debauched man. His hair was all dishevelled; his lips were red and pouty, looking like they had been well kissed, as indeed they had. The most obvious thing, however, was a large purple love bite sitting so high and visibly on his neck that he knew he would struggle to cover it. Giles blushed bright red as he stood there looking at himself. Spike laughed again and Giles turned round and glared at him.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing. It’s all your fault.”

Spike’s face fell as he panicked that Giles was regretting all that had happened already. His face took on a stupid grin the next moment though, as he listened to the rest of Giles’ diatribe.

“You could have warned me how I looked before I went to the window. I wanted to keep this between us for a while, without outside interference. I don’t want anything to spoil what could be something special until we see what could develop.”

As Giles caught the stupid grin on Spike’s face he stopped his complaining.

“What’s the matter with you?”

Spike smiled back at him again, finding it hard to wipe the happy grin off his face.

“When you told me off then I thought you were regretting what we had done, but then I realised you were only regretting the fact that it had been discovered, because you thought it special enough to keep to ourselves.”

Giles blushed again and dropped his eyes away from Spike’s.

“Well, I thought it was. I’ve never felt like that before, but if you think it’s just a big joke then…”

Before Giles could finish his sentence, Spike had jumped out of bed and grabbed him, raising his chin to make him keep eye contact.

“No, luv. I meant it in a good way. I was pleased that you wanted to keep it just between us because you thought it was special. It meant a lot to me too. It’s been a long time since anyone’s been so nice to me.”

Giles’ blush continued, but this time he kept his eyes fixed on Spike and his mouth split into a shy, yet happy grin. Spike moved his hand from where it was holding Giles’ chin and slid it up to cup his cheek. Then Spike leant forward, moving slowly, watching Giles’ eyes widen then close as Spike pressed his lips lightly against Giles’ own.

Spike ran his tongue along the middle line of Giles’ lips and then he sucked in Giles’ bottom lip and bit it gently. Spike took advantage of the gasp issuing from Giles’ lips to push his tongue between them and swirl it around, exploring every crevice of Giles’ mouth, and even tasting a slight trace of himself still present from their earlier activities.

Giles quickly joined in, first slipping his own tongue into Spike’s mouth and tracing along the line of Spike’s teeth and then pulling back and kissing a trail along Spike’s jaw and down to the pressure point on Spike’s neck. He gently bit down on the skin then kissed away the little mark he had left.

Spike sucked his breath in hard as he felt Giles’ teeth on his neck and he felt his shaft instantly harden as the sensations shot through him.

“If you don’t want to give Bob even more to talk about by taking a long time to open the shop then I think you’d better stop that now, or you’ll find yourself spending the rest of the day in bed.” Spike groaned as Giles slowly pulled away from the trail he had been kissing up and down Spike’s neck.

“I suppose so,” Giles said reluctantly, “but I’d better just mark my place for later so that I know where I got up to.”

With that, Giles leant in again to the spot on Spike’s neck which had aroused such reaction. He placed his lips over the pulse point on Spike’s neck and sucked really hard, drawing the skin up into his mouth. Then he got his teeth involved too, pressing down on the skin, making as much of an impression as he could. By the time he released the skin he saw that it had left a livid purple mark and he sat back, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

“Very nice, if I do say so myself.”

“Hey, no fair! I don’t get to see what you’ve done.” Spike pouted as he looked at Giles’ smug face.

Giles tilted his own neck to one side and said, with a grin, “It looks like this. Now let’s see you hide it, just like me.”

Spike laughed, “No need, luv. I wear my battle wounds with pride.”

Giles shook his head as he looked down at Spike. “Fool!” he added with a smile.

Giles got up and went over to the wardrobe and took down the suit he was going to wear that day. He hobbled to the bathroom and got ready and when he went back in to the bedroom Spike was already dressed.

“I know you’re hobbling around a bit now, but I’ll still carry you downstairs. There’s no point putting more strain on your ankle than you have to.”

Giles nodded and smiled his thanks to Spike. Truth be told his ankle was already aching somewhat from the small bit of walking he had done, so anything that alleviated the situation would be a boon. Plus he quite liked the idea of being in Spike’s arms again and this gave him the perfect excuse.

Giles finished getting himself changed then held his hands out and said, “Ready when you are, thanks.”

Spike turned his back to Giles and looked at him over his shoulder.
“Piggyback?” he questioned.

Giles face fell for an instant before he pulled his usual mask into place.
“Oh… of course… thank you, Spike.”

Spike turned back round with a big grin. “Only joking, luv. Just wanted to see your face.”

Giles gently cuffed Spike on the head. “You’ve had your fun, now carry me downstairs before I feel the need to retaliate.”

Spike smirked back at him. “Well, much as I’d enjoy that, I think it’s time we got down to the shop before your friend, Bob, tries to investigate your whereabouts.”

With that, he wrapped one arm around Giles’ shoulders and the other under his knees and swept him off his feet in a movie-star manner. Giles quickly grabbed on tight around Spike’s neck as he was pressed tightly to Spike’s chest prior to going downstairs.

“Oh, Spike, you’re my hero!” Giles faked swooning, with the back of his hand to his forehead.

“You’re daft, mate!” Spike replied, chuckling at Giles’ antics.

Just as they reached the shop they heard a knocking on the door so Spike carried Giles over to open it and stepped back himself to stay out of the direct sunlight. Bob was at the door with a trolley full of supplies which he quickly wheeled in.

“Morning Mr G. Everything okay?” Bob queried with a bright smile on his face.

“Yes thank you, Bob. Sorry the shop wasn’t open when you arrived.”

“That’s ok. I could tell you were otherwise occupied.”

“Yes, I must get the alarm clock mended.”

Bob smirked again, “Whatever you say, Mr G. Where do you want these supplies?”

“Oh, just put them over by the side of the counter, would you please. My new… er… assistant will put them away for me.”

Bob looked around then, not having seen Spike standing in the shadows behind the door.

“Is that Anya chick not here any more?”

“Oh yes. She is just a bit late this morning too.” As he said this, Giles looked at his watch wondering where, indeed, Anya had got to.

“Must be going round, this broken alarm clock thing,” Bob laughed. “So, who’s the new guy?”

“This is Spike. He’s assisting me with a new project I’m working on.”

“Are you venturing out into pastures new, Mr G?” Bob asked, as he unloaded his trolley.

“You could say that, mate.” Spike snorted, as he strolled over to start taking the boxes down to the storeroom like the good assistant he was supposed to be.

Bob finished what he was doing and gave Giles the paperwork to sign. Giles was too on edge to check it all thoroughly and just signed the form and gave it back to Bob, wanting to be rid of him as quickly as he could.

“Bye, Mr G. I’ll see you next week. I hope your neck will be better soon. Judging by the size of that Band Aid it must have been a nasty cut.” Bob pushed his trolley out of the shop, and as the door closed behind him, Giles could see him still laughing as he got back in his cab and drove off.

Giles’ hand shot up to the plaster on his neck and he groaned with embarrassment. He had tried covering the love bite up with some concealing make-up which he kept in for when he had to try and minimise the extent of his injuries for the sake of his customers. He didn’t think they would be too impressed with the sight of their shop owner with a black eye or large bruise on his cheek or whatever his latest injury was. However, this time even that had failed to fully cover the vivid mark which Spike had bestowed upon him, so he had gone to his second favourite standby, a sticking plaster.

Spike came back up then for another load and he laughed at seeing Giles with a red face and a hand to his neck.

“I take it Bob wasn’t buying the alarm clock story then.”

“He said he hoped my injured neck would get better soon.” Giles said, glaring at Spike. “Which, of course, is all your fault.”

“Hey, tit for tat. You gave as good as you got.”

Giles smiled smugly as he looked at Spike’s neck. “Yes, I did, didn’t I. Speaking of that, aren’t you going to even try to cover it up.”

“What’s the point. No-one’s going to think anything of it on me. Besides, I want it to show, I’m proud to have a lover who wants to leave his mark on me. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to forget where you got up to.”

Giles blushed again, but this time he didn’t mind. He didn’t feel embarrassed as he had with Bob. He felt pleased that Spike wanted to display his mark with pride for all to see. Even though they wouldn’t know who had made it, he and Spike would and it was a special secret to share. Giles also felt a little thrill that Spike had called him his lover. It proved that Spike was really okay with this thing they had between them, this Affaire de Coeur as it were, and Giles found it added to his own pleasure and excitement too.

Spike interrupted his musings then by holding up a wrapped box.

“Where do you want this putting? Is it for downstairs or do you want it up here to go on display?”

“I don’t know what it is,” Giles said, looking puzzled. “I only ordered my usual stock, let me check.”

Giles looked down at the invoice he still held, his finger sliding down the list of contents.

“Free gift for one hundredth order. Well, I never even noticed that when I signed off. I wonder what it is.”

“Well, here you go, you can do the honours.” Spike passed the package over as Giles came up to the desk.

Giles carefully tore open the wrapping and lifted the lid of the box and looked inside. His cheeks flushed red again and he closed the lid down quickly and started stuttering.

“Oh… er… Well, it’s obviously some kind of m…mis…mistake.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense, mate. What is it?”

Spike grabbed the package away from Giles, who futilely tried to stop him. Spike just swatted his hand away and up-ended the box onto the desk in front of them. He gave a little wolf whistle as he looked at the contents which fell out in front of their eyes.

There were a pair of black leather, thigh-high boots with stiletto heels; a black lace basque with attached suspenders; some black fish-net stockings; black silk panties, some fluffy pink handcuffs and to finish off, a leather rider’s crop whip.

Giles didn’t think he could possibly go any redder as he looked at all the items on the counter.

“Well, they must have made a mistake. Sent the wrong costume out as a joke.”

“It says ‘free gift’, so it can’t be a mistake. It must be a favourite with magic shop owners.”

“Well not this one! What on earth would I do with something like that?” Giles blustered as he put things higgledy piggledy back into the box, before catching sight of the calculating expression on Spike’s face.

“Oh, I don’t know, luv,” Spike laughed. “Looks to me like we could have a bit of fun with that.”

Giles blushed yet again and shut down the lid of the box tight, then jumped as the bell on the door jingled as Anya and Xander burst in, giggling.

“Sorry we’re late Mr Giles. We were… Anya paused for a moment then she and Xander both spoke at the same time.
“caught in traffic” “the car broke down”

Anya frowned at Xander.

“Xander, if you do not want me to say that we were in bed all morning having many orgasms then at least agree with the excuse I made up like you told me to do instead.”

“Ahn! What did we discuss about not mentioning orgasms in public?”

I was attempting not to, but you ruined my story,” Anya pouted.

“Never mind. It was a good try sweetie.”

Xander patted Anya on the shoulder then spotted Spike standing behind a somewhat shifty-looking Giles.

“What’s Fangless doing here?”

“Spike,” Giles emphasised the name, “has been helping me unload the new stock, as there was nobody else here to do it.”

“I already apologised for being too busy having sex to be here on time. I hope he hasn’t made a mess of my stockroom.” Anya was already hurrying down the stairs so the rest of her speech floating back up to them. “I keep everything in a precise place.”

“Didn’t touch a thing, pet,” Spike shouted down after her, whilst hiding a smile at the way Giles was trying to keep the box hidden behind his back.

“Do you want me to help with anything, G-man?” Xander asked, wondering why Giles was looking so shifty. “How about that box?”

“What… er, no… thank you, but I can deal with that. And how many times have I asked you not to call me G-man.” Giles finished, getting quite agitated.

“Hey, okay, I’m sorry. Take a chill pill! I’ll go and see if Anya needs any help.” With that, Xander left to go down to the storeroom and Spike burst out laughing.

“Close call, eh mate. Shame they hadn’t come in a few seconds earlier and seen all your new toys. It would have been so good to have seen your face.”

“Well, I’m glad my embarrassment amuses you,” Giles said a bit sharply.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I was only joking, I wouldn’t really want to embarrass you – well not much anyway. Would you like me to take the box upstairs for you and put it somewhere out of the way?”

“Yes, thank you,” Giles added, calming down now. “I would feel more comfortable if it wasn’t here in plain view where anyone could open it by mistake.”

Spike took the box upstairs just in time because as he disappeared the door bell jingled again and in walked Buffy and Willow. Giles turned to greet them, hiding a small smile of relief that Spike and the box were out of the way.

“Buffy, Willow, how nice to see you. How are you today?”

“Hi Giles. We’re just peachy, thanks,” Buffy said as she crossed over to the big table they used for research. “So, I guess we’d better start in on finding this new ‘big and ugly’ that’s been attacking everyone.

Buffy turned round to see Giles limping as he followed her across to the table.

“Oh my God, Giles. What happened to you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine really.”

“You don’t look fine, Giles,” Willow added. “You’ve hurt your neck as well as your leg.”

Giles’ hand clapped against the side of his neck as he blushed, “Oh, it was just a scratch. I got the scratch and hurt my ankle when we were fighting the Nerekra demon.”

“We? Who’s we?” Buffy asked, looking upset at the fact that Giles had been fighting demons without her.

“Spike came to me because he said he knew where the demon was holed up. We had to leave right away in case it had a chance to escape and I knew you were out at that party so Spike and I went to corner it and Spike killed it. He was magnificent.”

“Giles, did you just say that Spike was magnificent?” Buffy looked shocked.

“What? No… I.. No, what I meant was that the fight was magnificent. Real artistry, such excellently crafted manoeuvres.”

“Hey, you never say that about me!”

“Of course, I do Buffy. You are a superb fighter and you know I think that. It’s just that I don’t often have a chance to actually watch Spike in action. But anyway, that isn’t important now. All that matters is that the Nerekra is out of the way so you have nothing left to do.”

“Well, that’s great, it’s saved me a lot of bother. I’d much rather have been at my party anyway, we had a blast didn’t we Willow.” Buffy still looked a little put-out and unsure whether she should be upset about what had happened or not.

“We sure did,” Willow chipped in, wanting to chivvy her friend along. “And you staked a vamp on the way home too, so it was a good night.”

Buffy smiled her thanks at Willow and the pair of them sat down at the table and got out their college books as there was nothing specific for them to research right now and homework was beckoning.

Giles turned round as the bell jingled again indicating the first customer of the day and he went to work as the day settled down into its normal routine.

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TBC…

Thanks to Druffine for all her help and I hope you enjoy this little bit of fun.
Joolz x