A Vampire's Eye View

A Vampire’s Eye View Chapter 6

By Joolz

Giles stood in the shower and sluiced himself off, trying not to think about what had just happened, but failing miserably.

He couldn’t believe that he had had a wet dream about Spike. He didn’t even think of Spike in a sexual way. No, he told himself, that wasn’t entirely true. Quite a few times this evening, he had thought various parts of Spike’s anatomy had looked sexy.

If he was honest, it wasn’t even just today, he had been having thoughts like this for a while now. He just hadn’t realised that his subconscious thoughts had moved so far along, as to dream about Spike touching his body and making love to him. Did he really want that to happen?

He shook his head, not wanting to go down that road at the moment. He decided there was nothing he could do about it right now anyway, so he turned off the water, grabbed his towelling robe which was hanging by the cubicle door and went to step out of the cubicle.

As he put weight down on his foot, however, he yelped in pain, his ankle buckled and gave way and he went down on the floor. Whilst his mind had been so overtaken by thoughts of his confusion and embarrassment, he had somehow managed to block out all the messages from his pain receptors and so hadn’t felt anything as he had hot-footed it into the shower.

Now that his thoughts were clear again, however, the pain came back with a vengeance and all Giles could do was sit there for a moment contemplating his next move. He didn’t think he could make it back to bed unaided.

Luckily for him, the decision was taken out of his hands because at that moment the bathroom door suddenly crashed in, reverberating as it banged against the side of the bath. Spike was standing there in thorwaorway with a deeply concerned look on his face.

When he saw Giles collapsed on the floor, pain in his eyes, Spike went straight to him and gathered him gently into his arms, carried him effortlessly back into the bedroom and placed him down on top of the crisp, new sheets on the freshly made bed.

Giles was touched that Spike had gone to such trouble for him. He hadn’t even thought about having to change the sheets but Spike had just carried on and done it without request or complaint.

“Are you alright, mate? I’m sorry, I forgot all about your ankle in the heat of the moment, otherwise I would have come to help you.”

“It’s quite alright. I’d forgotten all about it myself too, right up until I stepped out of the shower anyway, and the ground came up to meet me rather more quickly than I anticipated.”

“Well, it’s funny what tricks the mind can play on you. It just proves that you can think through the pain or ignore it entirely if you are focused on something else.”

Giles blushed at that comment, just waiting for Spike to take the opportunity to crack a joke about what he had, in fact, been focused on, the thing which had led him in to this predicament in the first place.

To his surprise though, Spike did nothing of the sort. He just went to the chest of drawers, located a clean pair of pyjama trousers and passed them to Giles to enable him to get changed and take off his robe.

Giles got changed carefully whilst Spike busied himself tidying the bathroom, giving Giles a much needed moment of reflection and privacy, before he came back in to collect Giles’ robe.

“T..T..Thank you, Spike. Thank you for the pyjamas and the assistance and for going to the trouble of changing the sheets for me. It really was most kind of you, to go to such lengths.”

“No problem, luv. I have to say we’ve probably all been there at onee ore or another. Maybe not quite as publicly as you managed it, but still...”

Spike smirked as he looked down at Giles who was underneath the top sheet, leaning back against the headboard. Giles smiled sheepishly up at Spike.

“Thank you for being so nice about this. I was expecting ridicule.”

“Oh, I haven’t closed that option entirely. I just thought a momentary reprieve might be called for.”

Giles blushed again, but when he caught the twinkle in Spike’s eye he knew that any ribbing he got would only be minor and meant as a shared joke, as opposed to comments intended to humiliate him.

He looked back at Spike with an expression of gratitude in his eyes and Spike gave a little nod in acknowledgement. Giles sighed, things would be alright now.

He lay down in the bed and Spike went to the door to leave but just before he closed it behind him, he poked his head back round and said:

“Oh, and next time you want to have naughty thoughts about me, just remember I’m right next door, and the real thing is a hundred times better than a dream any day, when you’re ready to find out.”

With that, Spike shut the door and Giles could hear him chuckling as he went back towards his room. Giles lay there and groaned quietly to himself. He knew! Spike knew that it was him whom Giles had been thinking of whilst in the throes of his dream.

Now Giles was even more embarrassed. Maybe he could shrug it off and deny it in the morning. Make up another excuse for shouting out Spike’s name. No, it was hopeless. Spike would never believe him. Giles turned on his side and closed his eyes and tried to sleep but then his eyes suddenly popped open.

He had been focusing on the first part of Spike’s speech but now he suddenly remembered the last bit: ‘when you’re ready to find out’ – now that sounded like a definite invitation. Giles’ lip quirked up as he was finally dropping off to sleep – a polite gentleman never refuses an invitation. With that thought, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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The next morning, Giles awoke to the smell of frying bacon wafting up to him from the kitchen. He sat up in bed and tested his ankle with gentle flexing and bending movements. It was still quite painful but definitely improving. Perhaps another day keeping his weight off it, should see him able to hobble about on it the day after.

He was just debating getting himself over to the bathroom somehow, when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, towards his room. Spike appeared in the doorway with a tray in his hands with a full breakfast, toast, tea and even a British newspaper.

“W..W..Well, I can’t believe it. nk ynk you, Spike, how kind of you. This is amazing and so thoughtful. You went to all this trouble just for me? A British newspaper! Gosh, I’ve really missed that. Where on earth did you get all this from.”

“I popped out when you fell asleep and went to the new all-night market down by the docks. They get deliveries direct from the ships that heave to from all over the world.”

“I can’t remember the last time I had breakfast in bed. I feel highly honoured. There’s way too much here, though. I’ll never eat all this.”

“Well I was hoping you might say that. Shove over and I’ll help you polish it off.”

Spike smirked down at Giles who smiled back and slid over to allow room for Spike to sit on the bed too. Giles spread two slices of toast with thick butter and jam and passed one over to Spike, who tucked in with relish. Giles did likewise, enjoying the taste so much more than usual because it had been prepared for him and he had a bit of company, which made all the difference.

Giles started in on his cooked breakfast and had a couple of bites then looked over at Spike, who was looking back at him with big puppy dog eyes. Giles smiled.

“Would you like a bit, Spike?”

“Thought you’d never ask, mate. Could I have a bite with a bit of everything on, please. It doesn’t work unless you can taste it all at once.”

Giles smiled again, he couldn’t seem to stop himself this morning. He went to give Spike the fork but Spike was sat with his mouth open, so Giles blushed, loaded up the fork and carefully, with his other hand held underneath, moved the fork over to Spike who leaned in to accept it.

Spike closed his mouth, and slowly slid his lips back, releasing the fork from his mouth. Giles was captivated and couldn’t take his eyes off Spike’s mouth. Spike really played up to it as he saw Giles watching him, and he closed his eyes, leant his head back and sighed in delight, licking at an imaginary crumb on his lip.

“Delicious, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, er, yes, absolutely… delicious, I mean, thank you.”

Giles shook his head to clear the thoughts of Spike using that tongue to lick other things and went back to his breakfast, sharing every other bite with Spike. They finished it together, ate the remainder of the toast and shared a pot of tea, which almost had Giles regretting the fact that Spike had brought up two cups, he would have quite relished the chance to share a cup with Spike too. What was happening to him!

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TBC…

A bit schmoopy this one, I know, but the Scoobies will be coming by next time so I'm sure there'll be ructions!
Big hugs to Dru, thanks babe.