A Vampire's Eye View

A Vampire’s Eye View Chapter 8

By Joolz


Giles had another sip of whiskey and thought about what Spike had just told him. He felt curiously pleased that Spike had cared enough to look after him. Alright, so it had been more because he hadn’t liked ‘warped’ Angelus but still, he could have just ignored what was going on and left Giles to suffer.

He also felt sorry for Spike, sorry for the loss of the man whom he had quite clearly loved. The way Spike described ‘his’ Angelus made Giles yearn for that kind of devotion himself.

Spike was bending forward to get the glass from Giles so he could have another sip when Giles started to bring the cup up to his own mouth at the same time. In Spike’s heavily inebriated state he couldn’t stop his momentum quickly enough and his head bumped into the rim of the glass. The tumbler rebounded and hit Giles on the chin and spilt the whiskey all down the front of his shirt.

“Oh Rupert, ‘m sorry, ‘re you ok?”

“’S alright, Will. Was an acshident, but I seem to be a bit wet.”

Giles looked down at his shirt as if surprised that it was wet even after what had happened.

“Better take it off, luv. You’ll get a chill if you sit in wet clothes. Here, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you. I can’t seem to get the buttons to fit through the holes.”

Giles was fumbling awkwardly so Spike helped him to push the offending buttons through the holes and then pulled the shirt open to the waist to get the material away from Giles’ chest. The liquid had seeped through to his chest making it all damp and some of the whiskey had obviously run down his collar, as tiny droplets were trailing a path down between his chest hairs. Spike watched the drops as they fell and he subconsciously licked his lips.

“Seems a shame to waste such good whiskey like that.”

So saying, he leant forward, caught one of the drops with the tip of his tongue and then dragged his tongue upwards, following the path the whiskey had taken.
Giles gave a little shiver at the feel of that tongue sliding along his skin.

“Mmm, now that’s how whiskey should be drunk.” Spike smiled up at Giles and then bent down to capture another drop.

This time he closed his lips around the droplet and sucked on Giles’ skin, softly at first and then getting a little harder until Giles gasped. The sound was made by a combination of a moment of pain, followed by a hint of excitement and ending up with enticing arousal.

When Spike looked down at Giles’ chest he could see a perfectly rounded little red love-bite right in the middle of the skin, between the whiskey trails. Giles followed Spike’s gaze downwards and looked at the love-bite darkening his skin and the arousal he was feeling deepened. He wanted more, much more.

A momentary flicker of concern for possible repercussions and recriminations hit him, but images from last night’s dream kept coming back to him all the time. When he added that to the feelings Spike was stirring within him now, he decided he didn’t care. Let tomorrow take care of itself, he wanted now and he would make sure he got it.

“I think you missed a bit”, he said, giving Spike a smile and raising his eyebrow questioningly.

Spike needed no second telling and the apparent acceptance of the situation from Giles only served to spur him on.

He adjusted his position so that he was straddling Giles as he sat in the armchair. Spike was satisfyingly gratified to feel a rapidly swelling shaft pressing against his own as their groins were pressed together.

He leered down at Giles, gave him a sexy little wink and then leant in once more to the delightful chest in front of him.

First he captured a drop on his tongue and traced its path back up to Giles’ neck; then he laid a trail of kisses across Giles’ skin, pausing every so often to apply a little more pressure, ensuring that Giles’ chest was now peppered by little red marks.

Giles was almost constantly groaning now as Spike switched randomly between the two methods of delicate torture. Spike loved seeing Giles so unrestrained and freely debauched. His head was rolling from side to side and his hands were reflexively gripping and releasing handfuls of Spike’s shirt as they rested on Spike’s shoulders.

One hand slid up Spike’s neck and ruffled through his hair before gripping tightly and pressing Spike’s head more firmly down as Spike added another love-bite to the impressive collection with which he had been adorning Giles’ skin.
Giles released his tight grip on Spike’s hair once more as the pressure from Spike’s lips gentled again to soft kisses.

“What was that?” Spike asked, suddenly raising his head off Giles’ chest.

Giles looked at him, bewildered for a moment as he tried to focus, before adding, “I think it was my brain melting into a puddle of goo!”

Spike grinned at Giles, “Not that, you daft bugger. I meant that.”

Even Giles’ less acute hearing could now hear a noise overhead.

“Two sets of footsteps, Doughnut Boy and Red at a guess, certainly not Buffy at any rate.”

“Oh no, they can’t find us like this.”

Giles gasped as he instinctively stood up and Spike ignominiously slid all the way down Giles’ legs and landed on his arse on the floor.

“Watch it mate”, Spike said indignantly, then he had to grin as he looked up at Giles, his hair all dishevelled, his shirt gaping open displaying evidence of Spike’s handiwork for all to see and his trousers tenting very impressively as his still-hard cock looked as if it was trying to burst through the material.

Spike definitely didn’t want to let that go to waste or to miss out on more of the fun he was having, so he jumped up, hit the light switch, grabbed Giles and dived behind the farthest line of boxes, making sure to angle his body so that he was the one who absorbed the fall with Giles falling relatively softly into his arms.

Once they were down on the floor Spike rolled them so that Giles was on the bottom, pinned beneath Spike and, therefore, unable to resist anything Spike wanted to do to him, which at this moment was a lot.

“Spike, get off me. They might come down here, we need to hide.”

“We are hidden. They won’t see us here unless they come right down this end and peer over the top of these boxes.”

“Which sod’s law dictates is exactly what they will do!” Giles was starting to sober up now with the shock of being discovered.

“Don’t get so worked up. They won’t find us here.”

Spike decided it was time to distract Giles before he insisted on them getting dressed again, so he slid himself along Giles’ lower body, making sure to press especially closely against Giles’ groin so their cocks rubbed together.

He leant down to Giles’ chest to continue where he had left off, but this time he went for the one piece of skin he had purposely avoided earlier. He took advantage of the fact that his night vision allowed him to clearly see the delicious body in front of him, to lightly drag his tongue over Giles’ nub and then blow gently across it.

As Giles shivered and groaned, Spike went in more deeply and sucked the whole nipple into his mouth, using his teeth as well as his lips to send Giles into a frenzy, so that he forgot completely about their unwanted callers. The only problem with that was that he was unknowingly groaning rather loudly. Spike paused in what he was doing for a moment and moved back up to Giles’ head and bent to taste his lips.

It was as if Giles’ lips had just been waiting for some kind of occupation after being neglected for so long. Giles almost grabbed hold of Spike’s lips with his own in his eagerness to explore that delicious orifice which had been giving him such pleasure.

They each delved deeply into the other’s mouth, wanting to taste everything, their tongues battling for dominance as they both wanted to be the first to savour the experience.

Spike eased his lips away briefly to allow Giles to catch his breath and he pressed his lips along the line of Giles’ jaw, placing little kisses all the way along ‘til he reached his ear. He nibbled gently on the lobe before moving down to Giles’ neck and after a moment’s pause; he sucked hard on the skin, giving Giles a love-bite just above the height of his collar. He smiled to himself as he wondered how Giles would explain that away.

Whilst Giles was so distracted Spike decided to make his move. He hadn’t been sure earlier how far he wanted to take this, but having seen Giles standing to attention, he knew now what he wanted.

Spike kissed a trail down Giles’ chest again and waited until the other man’s head was thrashing about to undo the button and carefully lower the zip on Giles’ trousers. Spike sucked another love-bite just to the side of Giles’ navel and used Giles’ movement to again disguise the fact that he lifted Giles’ underwear back to reveal the proudly standing cock in all its throbbing glory.

Spike took just a moment to admire the taut shaft in front of his eyes and then, in one swift move, he took the whole thing into his mouth, deep-throated it and swallowed around it, sending Giles into a sensory overload which seemed heightened even more by the fact that Giles was in the dark and everything was focused on that one thing.

Giles let out a startled yelp before he could stop himself, and without stopping in his ministrations, Spike quickly put his hand over Giles’ mouth to silence him. He slid his way back up Giles’ shaft to the head and he used his free hand to draw back the foreskin, allowing him easy access to the slit which was already oozing slightly. He licked across the top of the slit, swallowing the beads of pre-come glistening on the end.

Giles meanwhile, was tracing his own tongue across the fingers which were covering his mouth. He was copying Spike’s movements and when Spike again took Giles’ cock deeply into his mouth; Giles mirrored the action, taking Spike’s finger into his own mouth, lavishing the same attention upon it as he was receiving.

At that moment the overhead lights flicked on and the two of them froze instantly as they heard Xander’s voice at the top of the stairs.

“I thought I heard a yell or something down here.”

“Well, hurry up. Buffy said she’d ring any minute.” Willow’s voice floated down to them from the room above and they heard the phone ring and then Willow’s muffled one-sided conversation.

Xander made his way down the stairs muttering to himself.

“Wow, looks like the G-man was having some kind of party down here. Look at all these whiskey bottles and books just lying about on the floor, that’s not like him.”

Spike and Giles listened as Xander’s footsteps edged further into the basement, nearing the stacked piles of boxes.

“I hope these boxes aren’t all full of new research material for us to wade through. As if we don’t have enough of that as it is!”

Xander was getting closer and closer to the final row of boxes behind which Spike and Giles were hiding. The two were laying perfectly still, excuses rolling round in their heads as they tried to think how to explain away what they were doing, when they heard Willow’s shout from the doorway.

“Xan, Buffy’s here and she says she stopped off at your favourite doughnut shop on the way, but she doesn’t know how long she can resist before she starts tucking in.”

“Hey, she better hadn’t touch my chocolate sprinkles. There’s nothing down here anyway, I’m coming right now.”

Spike and Giles heard Xander running back across the basement and up the steps and then the light went off, plunging them back into darkness. Spike was, of course, the first to recover and with Xander’s last words ringing in his ears he decided to make sure that Giles followed suit.

He accelerated his efforts to take Giles’ shaft as deeply into his throat as he could and he swallowed hard and started humming around it, sending delicious vibrations tingling along Giles’ nerve endings.

Spike felt Giles’ sac tighten as his release became imminent and Spike massaged Giles’ balls as he felt the shaft pulsate in his throat before it started shooting out huge spurts of come straight down Spike’s throat and into his mouth as he pulled back for a taste.

As he came Giles sat almost upright and let out a loud yell, even through Spike’s fingers, before collapsing back into a semi-conscious heap on the floor. Spike licked his lips with a self-satisfied smile and listened to Xander closing the outside door, then saying to Willow: “Are you sure you didn’t hear anything then.”

“Doughnuts, Xander.”

“I’m there. It’s a shame Giles couldn’t come though.”

Spike smirked and looked down at the sated man in front of him. “I wouldn’t say that!”

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tbc…


Well I hope you enjoyed that. I'll try not to leave it so long until the next chapter!

Byeeeee
Joolz
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