A Vampire's Eye View

A Vampire’s Eye View 4

By Joolz

Giles found that being in Spike’s arms was quite a comfy place to be. He felt safe and protected, and in an odd way warmed. He also felt uncomfortable thinking like that. He shouldn’ fee feeling safe in the arms of a killer but, he admitted to himself, he was finding it harder and harder to think of Spike in that way.

Spike had him cradled tightly against his chest and Giles could feel Spike’s muscles rippling as he walked. He almost felt the urge to lean his head against Spike’s shoulder but restrained himself, telling himself not to be so silly. He didn’t do things like that and he could just imagine Spike laughing his head off if he tried.

He wasn’t to know that Spike was just wishing the same thing. He liked the feel of Giles in his arms. Even though the vampire was slightly smaller in stature, his arms were powerful enough to carry Giles with ease and he liked the way Giles’ arm moved along his shoulder as his own muscles bunched and relaxed as he stepped carefully over stumps and around tree limbs

When Spike saw a particularly low branch ahead which he would have to bend to get under, he decided to have a little fun with Giles. He knew how flustered the watcher got when he was embarrassed and Spike was in the mood to see nervous Giles in action.

As he bent to avoid the approaching branch, he had to alter the position of his arms around Giles so as to make sure he didn’t drop him and he made the most of this opportunity by sliding his hand slightly between Giles’ legs and gently stroking along the length of Giles’ inner thigh. When he straightened again, he moved his arms back to their former positions as if nothing had happened and took great enjoyment from the hot redness emanating from Giles’ cheeks as he tried to decide if he had really felt what he thought hd jud just felt.

Luckily for himself, Giles thought, they were fast approaching the car and then Spike would have to put him down and he would be able to stop analysing and re-analysing his feelings constantly. As they reached the vehicle, Spike set Giles down on the hood of the car, to enable him to unlock the doors and ease Giles into the passenger seat. As Spike withdrew his arms from around Giles, his one arm slid along the crease of Giles’ knee and his other traversed the length of Giles’ spine and across the back of his neck, leaving him tingling and certain this time, that both caresses had been intentional.

Spike got into the driver’s seat, whilst Giles was still deciding how he felt about being caressed by Spike, and whether he should comment and ask why Spike had touched him like that.

Spike was nonchalantly starting the car and hid a smile as he caught sight of Giles’ puzzled face when he turned to look behind him as he reversed out. Once car car was straight, Spike slammed his foot down and the car shot forward, shaking Giles from his reverie. He was pushed back into his seat and his foot banged down against the floor causing him to let out a shout and a groan.

“Bloody hell, Spike. Watch what you’re doing please.”

“Sorry luv. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just seeing if this old thing had any oomph in it.”

“Well, it has quite enough oomph for me, thank you. Do you think you might be able to take it a bit more slowly for the rest of the journey? I don’t know whether my foot will stand up to your experimentations.”

“Sure pet, I’ll pretend I’m you and we’ll crawl along, shall we.”

“I don’t crawl along, I merely drive sensibly.”

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

Giles contented himself with a quelling look and they continued with their journey back to the shop. When they arrived, Giles forestalled Spike’s chance to lift him out by sidling out of his own seat and leaning against the side of the car to get his balance. Spike took no notice, however, and once he had locked the car he just grabbed Giles around the waist and picked him up again and started in through the back door of the Magic Box and upstairs to the living quarters. He placed Giles down on the sofa, this time refraining from touching him any more than was necessary, feeling that he had teased Giles enough for one evening.

He went and fetched the first aid kit from the bathroom, knowing where everything was kept from the many times the Scoobies had needed bandaging after helping Buffy patrol. He very gently wrapped a pressure bandage around Giles’ ankle and then filled an ice pack from the freezer. He propped Giles’ foot up on a cushion on the coffee table and packed the ice around it to reduce the swelling.

Giles was amazed at how caring and gentle Spike was being, and all without complaint too. When Giles was settled on the sofa, Spike went into the kitchen and started making a pot of tea, and what was more, he was making it correctly, warming the pot and steeping the tea leaves and setting out the china in the exact way that Giles liked. When it was ready he passed Giles his cup and took one for himself too.

“Gosh, Spike. I wasn’t aware that you knew how to do that.”

“Hey, I *am* British you know mate.”

“I know that, I just didn’t take you for a tea aficionado.”

“I’ve supped the cha on occasion, back in the day. It was quite a proper household I was brought up in, don’t ya know! Afternoon tea, with a napkin on one’s knee and raising one’s little finger whilst drinking. Just because I don’t do it often, doesn’t mean I’ve never done it all.”

“Well, quite. Thank you Spike, this is delicious.”

Giles and Spike drank their perfectly brewed tea in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the moment. When they had finished, Spike cleared everything away and then offered to carry Giles upstairs to bed.

“Need a lift then, pet?”

Giles, seeing no other option and knowing there was no way he could get up the stairs alone, had to agree.

“Well, under the circumstances, I see no other choice.”

“If it’s too much trouble for ya, luv, then I won’t bother. Wouldn’t want to put you out or anything.”

“Oh, I am sorry Spike. I don’t mean to appear ungrateful, I just don’t like to be helpless like this. I would be most gratified with your assistance please, and thank you for the aid you have given me thus far.”

Spike hid a real smile from being thanked so sincerely for a change instead of being taken for granted by everyone as was usual. He carefully picked Giles up and carried him upstairs, stopping first at the bathroom, where he propped him by the sink and left him to see to his own ablutions. When Giles opened the door to tell Spike he had finished, he was there ready and waiting and he carried him through to the bedroom.

Giles sat on the bed, not knowing what to do now. He didn’t feel comfortable undressing with Spike in the room, but Spike didn’t seem eager to leave, having plonked himself down in the bedside chair.

“Do ya need a hand getting changed, pet?”

“Er, no thank you, I’m sure I can manage from here. Thank you for all your help.”

“Well you just holler if you need anything. I’m only next door.”

“Thank you again, Spike. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure, luv. ‘Night.”

Spike got up then, but he didn’t close the door fully as he left and he paused just beyond the way way and looked back at the three-quarter length mirror, in which he could see a reflection of Giles undressing. Giles was sitting on the bed, so as to put no pressure on his ankle and he crossed his arms over at the waist of his long sleeved sweater and pulled it up and over his head.

Spike just stood there transfixed by what he saw. Giles’ body was gorgeous. He had a thin downy layer of hair on his chest and his muscles were all finely honed and still as toned as those of a much younger man would be. Spike knew that Giles was not heavy as he had discovered upon carrying Giles around before, but he hadn’t realised just how fit Giles was. Those tweedy clothes and sweaters did a good job of disguising the magnificent specimen hidden within them. Spike watched the muscles in Giles’ arms flex as they were each withdrawn from their sleeve and then, as Giles moved on to his trousers, Spike revelled in all that was being revealed further down.

Giles’ legs were firm and toned but quite pale – of course, nothing compared to Spike’s own untanned skin, but still pale for someone who now lived in California. Not that Giles saw a whole lot more sun than Spike did himself, what with working in the Magic Box and training and patrolling with Buffy. He was a regular night owl, just as Spike was, although Spike’s was out of necessity not choice, of course.

Unfortunately, to Spike’s way of thinking, Giles chose to keep his underwear on as he got under the covers. Spike was interested to see that Giles wore trunks, a tighter, body-hugging version of boxer shorts and he was pleased to note that they left little to the imagination – and God said ‘Let there be imagination’, and there was, and it was good!

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TBC...

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