Reaching out in the darkness

Chapter 5: The fun part of finding each other.

He babbled something, Spike was sure he had. But words no longer had any meaning at all as every nerve in his body responded eagero tho the slow drag of hard nails down his throat. Words had wandered away, but Spike’s body certainly knew what it wanted. And how to ask for it. Fisting hands in Giles’ hair, Spike pulled those lips closer as his body arched helplessly to expose his throat. Tender lips and ue sue stroked along his skin, dragging equally tender sounds from Spike’s throat. //Cor, bloody hell, yes.//

“Spike, how…hard…do you like it?” Even before Giles lightly scratched over his skin, the vampire was trembling in the strong arms holding him. At the light, gentle bite, he arched helplessly. //Rupert, please..”

“Cor, Watcher, harder, please…” //Bite me harder, please.// Slowly, carefully teeth pressed into the sensitive skin of his throat, sending jolts through all his nerves and muscles. Words built up on the back of his tongue but the only sound that escaped his clenched teeth was a growl. A growl that was followed by a sigh from his watcher. //Sweet bloody hell, he’s enjoying the bite as much as I am.//

“Spike,”

//Right here, Rupert, not going anywhere.// “Good god, my watcher. Upstairs… bed…now.” Bed was a must, another sensation like that bite and he’d have to take his watcher right here, against the wall or on the stairs. //Don’ want his knees giving out just yet.// Just as Spike tried to pull back to lead Giles to the bed, another sigh crossed those sweet lips and it was too much. //Just one more…taste…//Tilting Giles’ chin up, he savored the eager response of that mouth.

“Hmm, Spike,” //That’s it, watcher, groan my name.// Those lips left his, and only a fingertip tracing the fresh mark on his throat kept him from closing that distance again. “It’s a little difficult to climb the stairs when you’re still kissing me.”

“Want me to stop?” Loving the instant denial on Rupert’s face, Spike dragged one hand and its nails down the hard muscles of his back, pressing his hips closer to feel the erection he knew was there. “No, watcher, I don’ think you want me to stop.

“Stop? No, lord, no.” Spike shivered at the heated caress of those eyes over his skin. “But falling down the stairs …” Giles le clo closer, returning the pressure of Spike’s hips against his own. “Might cause us a few problems, Spike.”

One more word, one more of those hot gazes. One more smile, or touch, or kiss, and it might be all over right here. Spike knew he’d have to figure out how to make the wall, the stairs, or the dining room table a workable position. //Not for the first time,// Breathing somehow helped him drag himself back into control, placing one hand over a rapidly beating heart. “Go on upstairs, Watcher, I’m right behind you.”

Giles resisted the distance added by Spike’s arm, confusion written on his forehead. And in his voice. “Spike?”

“Sh, Rupert,” Spike couldn’t help but stroke a thumb over those sweet lips, his eyes following the movement. “I didn’t change my mind.” //Like I ever could.// “I want this, I just...just need a minute. Go upstairs. I’ll be right up.” Giles smiled softly and nibbled at the pad of his thumb, making Spike groan slightly and pull back weakly. “Go on, now, Watcher.”

A thoughtful look crossed those eyes, then lips brushed ovis. is. “Hurry up, or I’ll be back down.” Warm hands slowly dragged down his arms and left his skin as Giles pulled away and walked up the stairs.

Spike helplessly watched the half naked man disappear up the stairs, wearing nail marks on his bare neck and shoulders. //Bloody hell, that man is so damn hot...// He grinned. //And he’s mine.// Deliberately taking deep breaths, Spike moved quickly to the coatrack, rifling through the pockets of his leather trench. He had some, he had to. Otherwise he should just walk out the front door. ‘Cause resisting the man waiting for him upstairs...//Not possible.// Searching fingers closed around a small tube at the very bottom of the last inside pocket. //Oh, yesss,//

The trench coat hit the floor at the foot of the stairs as booted feet nearly flew up them. Passing Dawn’s door, Spike found himself listening for that heartbeat, but couldn’t hear it over his own harsh breathing. On its own, his hand found and opened the door to Giles’ room. //Ah, there it is.// The pounding heartbeat filled his ears a fraction of a second before that warm body pressed his into the wall. //That’s it, my watcher, touch me.// “Rupert,”

“What took you so long, Spike?” Warm hands closed around his wrists, pinning his arms against the wall. “You didn’t change your mind, did you?”

“Never, my watcher, never. But now you got me...” Spike arched, pressing his hips against Giles’ erection. “What will you do with me?” A dark smile curved the lips mere inches from his and that warm body pressed closer. //There’s my Ripper.// Spike grinned in return, treasuring the tightening of that grip and the groan on those lips.

“Hmm, Spike, that’s a wide open offer.” Giles slowly released Spike’s wrists and sliding his hands down those hard muscles to his belt, opening it with a languid flick of his wrist. And Spike jerked helplessly at those agile hands opening his pan “An “Anything I want?”

Those hot fingers wrapped around the hard length of him and Spike fought against sliding down the wall, babbling and breathing helplessly. “Yes, bloody hell, anything. Just don’t stop.” Clenching both fists behind Giles’s neck, he dragged that mouth to his own. “Cor, Rupert, please.” Even as Spike claimed those lips with an urgent kiss, his hands fumbled their way down bare skin to Giles’ belt. //Sodding clothes.// First the buckle gave way and the lips adoring his groaned. Those warm fingers moving constantly over his erection were just another level of distraction. Just too much. Breaking the kiss, Spike buried his lips against the warm line of Giles’ throat, counting his heartbeats with the tip of his tongue as he finally worked open the button and zipper.

“Spike, lord, yes.”

//Oh, god, bloody hell, Rupert.// So hot, so hard and hot. //For me.// The prim and proper Watcher was rock hard in his hands and struggling to breathe. It was bloody amazing. “My Watcher, cor, you feel good but you’re still wearing too much.” Groaning helplessly, Spike took his hands away from the hot shaft of Giles and slid them along warm skin, dragging those pants down. //Gorgeous man, my gorgeous man.//

“Spike... want you... lose the pants... now.” Giles kicked off his own shoes and shoved down Spike’s pants at the same time. //Smart, my man is, too.// Touching warm lips to Spike’s, he pressed that warm body forward, wrapping Spike in hot skin. //So bloody hot.// “Good lord, I need you, Spike.”

Groaning into those sweet lips, Spike arched against that hot, hard body, treasuring every single inch of his skin that was warmed by the man in his arms. //You got me, Rupert. God, I need you so bad. I need youser.ser. Much closer.// “Bed, Rupert, naked, now... please.”

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Giles panted for breath at the touch of two strong hands around the most urgent part of his body. His own hands hungrily explored the equally hard length of Spike’s erection. //Dear lord, Spike, you want me...// Even as those lips caressed the racing pulse in his neck, those hands moved away...to his waistband. //Oh, yeah, our clothes.// “Spike...want you...lose the pants...now.” Losing his own shoes, Giles shoved at Spike’s pants. //Not going to be naked alone, here.// With more of that beautiful body exposed, he wrapped himself in that cool, pale skin, groaning against soft lips at the first touch of an erection against his own. “Good lord, I need you, Spike.”

That voice. That lovely voice groaned as its owner arched against him. “Bed, Rupert, naked, now...please.”

//Yes, now would be good.// Stepping out of the last of his clothes, Giles slowly moved out of Spike’s arms to sit on the edge of the bed. The strangest look of hesitance and longing filled those gorgeous blue eyes and those pale hands clenched. Giles’ heart tried to climb up his throat at the need in Spike’s face. Sometimes he forgot how different this vampire was behind his tough facade. How much of himself Spike usually tried to hide. //But not now, not from me.// Letting every ounce of the need he felt show on his face, Giles reached out a hand. “Come to bed, Spike, come here.”

Another glance for reassurance and Spike grinned in that nearly arrogant, very sexy, way, kicking off his shoes and pants on his way to the bed. “Impatient bloke, just can’ wait to have me.” Giles groaned at the feel of that body pressing his own into the mattress, eagerly wrapping his arms around Spike to pull him even closer. “Lucky you, to get me all to yourself.”

“Yes, lucky me.” //Very, very lucky me.// Taking Spike’s lips in yet another breathless kiss, he rolled his vampire to his back and pressed his wrists to the bed. “Now that I’ve got you, what should I do with you? With every lovely inch of you?” The touch of his lips on the unmarked side of a pale neck drew another of those simply lovely twitches and groans. Giles gro in in return, gently biting into the skin as he wondered how that voice might sound as he pressed himself inside the pale body in his arms. “God, Spike, I need to feel you.”

Spike trembled against him and tugged his head up to look into Giles’ eyes. //God, those eyes.// Giles fought for breath yet again at the height of the need in those blues eyes. And it was real. Everything he’d thought he seen, hoped he’d seen, for days, weeks had really been there. All of it was there now with no attempt to hide it. “Take me, then, Watcher. Feel me then.” Pale hands pushed at his chest and Giles reluctantly moved away from his vampire as he rolled to his hands and knees. He felt his own pulse speed up at the sight of that look on Spike’s face. The lines of that lean body on all fours in his bed made his breath shudout.out. //Dear lord, you’re hot.// “Spike, I...”

“I don’ fancy a headache right now,” Spike grinned into his eyes, looking back at him along the line of a naked shoulder. “Don’ know how... experienced you are and... cor, I need to feel you. Now. Take me, Watcher.”

Even as every cell in his body rejoiced at the idea, Giles’ mind whirled. It had been a very long time since he’d...well since he needed supplies for this kind of thing, he didn’t think he had any. And vampire or not, Giles would not take Spike without something, hurting him was not an attractive idea. There were other very fun things they could do first. “I want to, Spike, dear lord, I’ve never wanted to more...but I don’t have...”

“Any slick?” That voice chuckling sent a pleasant shiver along his spine. And the little tube lying in the palm of one of those hands was nearly the most beautiful thing Giles had seen in a long time. Second only to the vampire holding it out to him. “Got you covered there, my Watcher.”

He groaned, he was certain he had. But Giles had all the reason in the world to be having difficulty breathing, or using his voice. Spike was here with him, gorgeous and eager and waiting. “Not like I’ll get you covered right quick.” Crawling over the bed to kneel behind his vampire, he stroked a hand down the simply gorgeous lines of that back, feeling the tremble under his fingers move up to his own back. “Spike, hold on,” Sliding both hands along the body under his, Giles guided those pale hands to the headboard, curling those fingers around a bar. “You just might be surprised how experienced I am.” He pressed a line of soft kisses along those broad shoulders while opening the tube and wetting down his fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

At the touch of a gentle finger at his entrance, Spike arched back into that warm hand. “Please, Rupert, I want more.” Giles nipped at that lovely skin with the edge of his teeth and pressed a little deeper, searching for the spot. Wanting to hear more of those delicious groans, he leaned farther over Spike’s back and sank his teeth into the muscled line of a shoulder. “Cor, Watcher... you tryin’ to drive me insane?”

Trying to distract himself from the way Spike felt around his fingers and how fee feel around another part of him, Giles focused on talking even as he found and pressed that sensitive little spot inside. “And what if I am?” Instead of words, Spike only responded with a harsh groan and an involuntary arch of his back, his hands tightening around the headboard. “Oh, there is it. I found you, Spike, didn’t I?” Giles groaned at the way that body moved against his. //God, so good, Spike.//

Seeming to catch his breath, Spike turned and grinned at Giles over a shoulder. “Enough, already. You. Here. Now...” //And now I’m the one that can’t breathe,//

“Spike,” Sitting back on his heels, he missed the touch of Spike’s skin and hurried to spread the lube in his palm over himself, watching those eyes follow his hands. “Like what you see?”

“Like’s not enough. Not nearly. Want, need, bloody hell, Rupert, get on with it.” Giles shuddered as that body rocked back into his, driving the breath from his lungs. “I have to feel you. Now.”

//God, I need to feel you, Spike. I need you.// “Hold still, Spike. Tell me if I hurt you.” Gripping that lean waist, he rested his forehead against the middle of Spike’s back and slowly pushed forward, gasping, panting at how this felt. //So tight, so good, Spike.//

“So bloody warm, Rupert, you feel so damn good,” One hand left the headboard, reaching back to curve around Giles’ neck. Spike turned his head over his shoulder and dragged those lips to his. “Go on, my Watcher, burn me up.” Giles happily moved forward through that tiny distance, taking those lips with his own and wrapping himself tighter around the cool body in his arms. //I’ll heat you up, my vampire, I’ll make you burn.//

“You feel so bloody good, Spike.” Sliding his hands along that pale skin, loving the way that cool body reacted to the touch, Giles curled his fingers around lean shoulders, using the leverage to press deeper inside with a harsh groan. “I’ll make you yell for me.” Pleasure curled through his body and Giles treasured it, and the vampire causing it with that beautiful groan. It was simply amazing, the way Spike felt under him, around him, holdinm tim tight inside. It got to be too much and he couldn’t help moving. Slowly, carefully, Giles rocked his hips forward and muffled a groan of Spike’s name against his skin.

The sound of that sexy voice making a low, breathless gasp made him lean closer to hear it better. Giles adored the way Spike sounded saying his name. But as he ran his lips up the back of his neck, he heard the word more clearly. It wasn’t his name, but what it was sent just as powerful a jolt through his system. “Harder, please, harder.” Then breathing became even closer to impossible for Giles as Spike turned his head, locking their eyes. Those blue eyes seemed to pierce through him with their need. “Rupert, harder, I need...”

//Dear sweet lord,// “Don’t worry, I know exactly what you need.” Rubbing his hands up from Spike’s shoulders to get a firm grip on the headboard, Giles smiled against those lips and plunged, drinking in the sweet sound of Spike’s gasp. Angling the shove of his hips to hit the sweet spot with every thrust, he nipped hard at the arched line of a pale throat, fighting for control at every move of that body against his own. “God, Spike,” //More...so close...Spike,// That pale skin begged to be touched, begged for his hands. Especially one length of it. Sliding one hand from the headboard, Giles helplessly curled his fingers around Spike’s shaft, groaning low in his throat. “You haven’t yelled yet...” He could barely get the words out in the right order, but the twitch in Spike’s back said he’d heard.

*** /Blo/Bloody hell, yes!// Warm fingers gently stretched him and Spike knew he was babbling. He couldn’t help it. This man just turned everything in his body on high and his brain seemed to miss the power surge. And control...that was the first thing to go when those hands touched him. Especially when those fingers got...there. //Oh, yeah, my experienced watcher.// “Enough, already. You. Here...Now.” Before his eyes, Giles sat back on his heels, stroking slick hands over his own hard length.

“Spike,” His eyes were locked to the movement of those hands, but he could still hear the grin in that voice. “Like what you see?”

//Well, fuck yes.// “Like’s not enough. Not nearly. Want, need, bloody hell, Rupert, get on with it.” On its own Spike’s body moved towards what he wanted, rocking against the warmth behind him. “I have to feel you. Now.”

Finally, finally that heat was pressed close along his back again. Those hands warmed the skin of his waist and that burning hot erection was poised so close to inside. “Hold still, Spike. Tell me if I hurt you.” The gentle concern in that voice and the slow, precise push of Giles inside him left him breathless, speechless as his body was warmed inside and out. Such amazing heat.

“So bloody warm, Rupert. You feel so damn good.” God, it was so good but Spike needed more. Taking one hand off the headboard, he pulled those lips to his, needing the warmth of that breath on his face. “Go on, my watcher, burn me up.” But even this wasn’t close enough and Spike groaned as Giles obeyed his grip and kissed him. //Damn, my watcher can kiss.//

“You feel so bloody good, Spike.” //Cor, that voice.// Warm hands stroked over what seemed like every nerve in his chest before closing in a gentle grip on his shoulders. The air left his lungs again at the slow, deep press of Giles inside him. “I’ll make you yell for me.” //Not likely when I can’ even breathe enough to groan, but feel free to try.// The gentle thrusts warmed him more than physically, he adored knowing that Giles cared enough to be so gentle with him. But Spike needed more, more of this, more of Giles.

Ducking his head, Spike rocked back into the hard warmth of Giles, begging with more than his body. “Harder, please, harder,” Hot lips on the back of his neck made speaking even closer to impossible. Turning his head, Spike found those eyes with his own, breathlessly groaning. “Rupert, harder, I need...” His voice stopped, but his body kept asking with the roll of his hips and the needy look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I know exactly what you need.” Spike shuddernd tnd trembled at the painting of heat along his body before those lovely warm hands settled near his own on the headboard. The first hard thrust of his watcher inside him pushed a nearly soundless gasp out of his throat. But Giles must have heard it, ‘cause his lips and teeth seemed to be searching for another one just like it through the skin of his throat, digging deep. //damn lucky me to get myself a biter.// “God, Spike,” The sweet rasp of that voice only intensified the already urgent way Spike’s body was moving on its own, desperate for more. Then even the words in his head that he couldn’t get to his lips wandered away at the touch of one hot hand around his shaft, stroking him. “You haven’t yelled yet...”

Melting now, yelling soon. Screaming maybe. As soon as his body stopped twitching hard enough to keep his lungs empty, Spike would make any damn noise his watcher wanted to hear. Filled with and surrounded by heat, this man’s heat, he might just sing bloody opera or hit a sodding high C. Of course, the...oh, god... amg thg thrusts of Giles’s hips might make it so he couldn’t ever breathe again. And it would be worth it. //More than worth it, bloody hell.// Pushing against the headboard, Spike arched back into another thrust, managing to get enough air for a small groan. “Rupert, please.”

That warm body shuddered over his an instant before those lips opened to let teeth scrape over his skin. Spike groaned a little louder against his will. Any time his watcher made to bite him, he wasn’t the one in control of anything then, much less his body. The smile pressed to his shoulder told Spike in no uncertain terms that Giles knew exactly what this was doing to him. The words sorta made that clear too. “That wasn’t the yell I wanted.”

Another hard thrust and one desperate kiss later Spike could feel the explosion building at the base of his spine. //So bloody close...please...more.// Archeverevery inch of his back to put his neck close to those sweet lips, he drew in a deep breath, about to beg for a bite. The words didn’t make it to his lips before Spike felt those teeth sinking into the side of his neck anyway. That was it, all it took. And Spike yelled, his climax rushing hard and fast through his body. “God, Rupert!” Even through the haze of pleasure, he felt and treasured that last hard thrust and the shout that fell off those lips as Giles collapsed over him. Spike loved how his name sounded yelled by his watcher’s voice and cuddled himself closer into that heat.

“Spike,” That soft sound, accompanied by the tightening of warm arms around him, felt simply amazing. Everyone pulled away from him, everyone. But Giles pulled him closer, wanted to hold him. Turning within the grip of those arms, Spike tugged his head down for a soft kiss, slowly meeting his gaze. What he could see there melted his knees, the wealth of emotion burning in those eyes...it was...everything. “Spike, you are so...” Giles paused, lightly touching a fingertip to the line of his cheek. “So incredible, and not close enough. Come here.”

Trembling lips pressed to his own and Spike wrapped himself tighter in Giles’s arms, listening to the heartbeat that was still racing because of him. “Rupert, my watcher, you feel so good, so right.”

“I better, I just made you yell for me.” The crooked smile on those lips and the small laugh shaking those ribs somehow made Spike even more relaxed against his chest.

“And I didn’ I just make you come harder than you ever did in your life?” Spike grinned, sliding his fingertips along a warm neck and feeling the pulse speed up at the touch. “Your heart jumps at the sight of me. I rock your bloody world.”

“It’s mutual, then, isn’t it, Spike?” Warm fingers curved around his neck, covering the bitemarks and pulling their wearer close. “So we better get a little sleep before I decide to make you wake up the neighbors.”

//Sleeping to the sound of that heartbeat.// “Hell, yes. Get your rest, my watcher. I’ll give you a workout like you ain’t never had.” Lying down in the arms held out to him, Spike rested his head on a strong shoulder, soaking in the heat and listening to his watcher’s heartbeat slow until sleep took them both.

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If he stayed in bed for one more minute, Spike would have to wake Giles in a most...creative way and go about making that heartbeat speed up again. Even though the watcher certainly gave as good as he got //Cor, yes, my man does,// he needed more sleep than the few hours they’d had. Brushing a kiss over his forehead, Spike smiled at thy hiy his human turned towards the cool touch. //Yeah, keep turning to me, my watcher. I’ll be back soon.//

Slipping into his pants, Spike gave Giles one last glance before he left the room, feeling the cold air on every inch of skin still warmed from sleeping in his human’s arms. He paused a moment on the stairs, listening for that precious heartbeat before heading down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Spike.” Dawn looked up at him from the kitchen table with a smile as her eyes trailed over the marks on his neck.

“It is a lovely morning, pet.” Ruffling her hair, he pulled her to her feet for a quick hug, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “And I have you to thank for that.” Spike smiled at Dawn and started water to boil for Giles’ morning tea.

“So... it all worked out...” Every line of her pyjama-clad teenage body called out expectant curiosity as she leaned against the kitchen counter to watch him.

A smile and a laugh both fought their way onto his lips at the same moment. “Bloody hell, yes. It all worked out just beautifully.”

“And you were careful with him...” Dawn’s eyes locked to his and Spike again marveled over her ability to control him with a tone in her voice and a look on her face. As for her words...he grinned.

“Not really, but he was careful with me.” Spike felt and made no attempt to hide the soft expression on his face. There wasn’t a chance he could hide with his voice just how much Rupert’s gentleness had touched him, might as well not try at all with his face. //It’s not like she can’ read me anyway. Pinned down what I wanted afore I did.// “Rupert was very gentle with me.”

“Gentle, really,” Spike heard the sarcasm in her voice before he felt her fingertips trace one of the deebitebite marks on his neck. “I’m sure he was.”

“He was, as long as I let him be anyway.” His lips twisted into a sexual smile. “After that...lord, that man...”

“Uh-uh, I told you last night, Spike, total approval, but so not wanting details.” Patting his shoulder, Dawn moved back to her breakfast on the table. “Now, be a good boy and finish making your boyfriend’s tea.”

“You wouldn’t be trying to steal my vampire, would you now, Dawn?” Spike watched the smile on Dawn’s face get brighter until the warmth of arms wrapping around him made his eyes flutter closed. //His vampire, I...damn, I like that.// Lips, warm lips brushed over one of the marks on his neck and Spike tilted his head to expose more of his throat and pressed back harder into the heat of his watcher’s body. “I would have to fight you for him, and I think I would win.”

“Clearly,” Dawn grinned and stood up. “I’m going to go get dressed before I get all those details I keep not asking for.” Brushing a kiss against Giles’ cheek, she passed out the door and up the stairs.

“We’re going to have to practice this a bit more, Spike.”

//Practice?....hmm, of cour-huh?// Mostly distracted by the heartbeat against his back, it took Spike a second to realize he had no idea what his watcher was talking about. “Huh? Practice what, Rupert?” Turning in those arms, he rested his hands over that heart, listening to it through tips ips of his fingers.

“The morning thing. I didn’t like waking up alone, Spike.”

Spike groaned and opened for a kiss at the curve of those warm hands around his jaw, treasuring the urgent need passing between them. “Oh, I think we can manage that, my Watcher. ‘s long I can wake you up now ‘n then.”

“Hmm,” Giles wrapped his arms around Spike, pulling him close. “Being woken up by my vampire and his creative mind...” Smiling against those pale lips, he groaned softly. “Oh, I think I can live with that.”

Losing his ability to breathe in his watcher’s kiss, Spike relaxed completely. //Damn, life is good.//

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