Naughty Slayer

A little season 4 smuttiness. G/B/S. Giles and Spike show Buffy her place.

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"What's this? A letter from the Watcher's Council? Wonder what those prats want," Giles surveyed the envelope suspiciously.

Buffy shrugged. "Probably just wanting you to return some of their old,
dusty books."

Giles opened the envelope and slowly pulled out the letter. "Speaking of dusty, what is on this?" Giles dropped the letter on the table and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. "There seems to be some kind of powder on the letter."

Buffy walked to Giles, looking at his hands. "You think the council is
sending you cocaine through the mail? Cuz, really, not their thing. At least I don't think it is."

Giles looked at her and sighed. "I hardly think the council is sending
narcotics to me. But I wonder what it is, if it's anything more than mere dust. Only one way to find out." Giles cautiously picked up the letter again by its corners, unfolding it gently. He quickly scanned the contents. "Well, that's curious."

Buffy bounced on her feet. "What? What? Give, Giles!"

"It seems they want to discuss reinstating me. They're planning a retreat in England where my employment will be considered. They seem to be inviting me to plead my case."

"You really want to work for them again?" Buffy scrunched up her face.

"Well, the salary certainly would be nice. And I would hate for them to try and send another watcher for you. Again. I know I should take more time to think about it, but my gut instinct is telling me to go for it."

"Can't argue with the gut. So when's the retreat?" Buffy asked.

"I'll need to leave right away. The official retreat starts tomorrow."

"Hey, Watcher! Telly time!!" Spike yelled from the bathroom.

"Dear lord, what am I going to do with Spike?"

"Maybe Xander will put him up for a few days."

Giles shook his head. "I think Xander would kill him in two hours, and it seems they're planning the retreat to be a week long."

"Wow, a week? Man, I don't know, Giles. Maybe we should just let Spike go. I'm pretty sure he's harmless."

Giles shook his head again. "No, I'm not comfortable doing that until we have more answers about this military project. Right now Spike is the only link we have. If we let him go, he'd leave town for sure. There's only one thing to do. You're going to have to watch him."

"What? Oh no, not me. I can't, Giles. I've got classes and stuff."

"I'm sorry, Buffy, but this is very important. Spike can remain alone while you're at your classes, but I'm afraid you'll need to spend your nights and free time here. He sleeps a lot during the day anyway. I'm confident the restraints are secure, but someone needs to get him his blood and make sure he doesn't destroy my bathroom. Perhaps Xander would be willing to shoulder the burden with you. Alternate nights or something."

Buffy's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Right, because Xr str staying here all night means Anya staying all night which means lotsa the naughty going on in your bed. No, I guess this is pretty much my 'sacred duty', huh?"

Giles closed his eyes. "Good lord, I hadn't even thought of that. Willow, then?"

Buffy shook her head. "Will's still in her funk over Oz. Don't think she's really in any shape to put up with Spike."

Giles nodded. "I do apologize, Buffy. I realize how this must inconvenience you."

Buffy shrugged. "Yeah, well.....I guess this will just teach me patience, right?"

Giles frowned. "Yes......I suppose that's one way to look at it. Um, I
guess I'll go tell Spike the, um, news."

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Giles returned to the living room with a peculiar look on his face. Buffy frowned. "You okay, Giles?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, quite," he replied distractedly.

Just then, Spike came walking up behind Giles. Buffy's eyes grew large. "Giles! Look out! Spike's free, right behind you!"

Before Buffy could reach the stake sitting on Giles' desk, Giles put his hand up. "Yes, well, Spike and I have come to an agreement. He promises not to be any trouble or leave."

Spike affected a huge, fake smile. "That's right. I'll be a good puppy for ya, Slayer."

Buffy looked at Giles, then at Spike, before turning her attention back to Giles. "Are you nuts? We just agreed that he would stay tied up. What's with the change all of a sudden?"

Giles absent look became a hard glare, his eyes boring into Buffy. "I've had just about enough of being questioned by my charge. You'll do as I say with no comment." At that, he back-handed Buffy across the face.

Buffy was stunned. Tears sprung to her eyes, more from confusion than pain. "Giles? What......"

Before she could come up with the words, Giles grabbed her by the hair,
pulling her sharply to him. "What? What? I believe that was a question, and I *believe* I told you that I would tolerate no more questions from you. Isn't that what I said not one minute ago?" Giles turned to a bewildered Spike. "Isn't it?"

Spike shrugged. "Uh, yeah. 's what I heard."

Giles turned back to Buffy who was struggling to get herself free, and
amazed to find she could not. "And *you*......you have the audacity to
speak back to me. I'll tell you what your problem is, no proper discipline. I should have known when you started carrying on with Angel. I should have taken you in hand then. Well, I may have had to pay for my negligence in the past, but it's not a mistake I'm soon to make again."

Giles pulled Buffy to the couch and forced her to a kneeling position,
facing the back of the couch. He grabbed one of her arms and bent it behind her back.

Buffy was struggling, but could not break his grip. "Giles, what are you doing? What's wrong? Giles!? Stop, you're hurting me!" With desperation in her voice, Buffy looked up at Spike, who was watching the drama with interest. "Spike, do something!"

Spike chuckled, "I dunno, Slayer. I've always heard you should never come between a watcher and his slayer."

As Giles flipped up Buffy's knee-length skirt, he growled, "It's a credo you'll do well to abide, Spike. If you want to remain on this plane of existence, that is."

Giles deftly unfastened his pants with his free hand. Spike raised both eyebrows. "Hey, now. This could be interesting." Spike grabbed a chair and put himself right in Buffy's line of sight.

"Giles! Oh god, stop whatever you're doing. Please, Giles, something's
wrong. A spell! It must be a spell. Please, just stop, I don't know what's happening."

With a quick rip, her underwear went flying. Spike snagged them out of
mid-air. He sniffed them. "Mmm......not bad, Slayer."

"I'll tell you what's happening, Buffy. You're getting the education and discipline you've sorely lacked. Everyone at the council told me I was letting you get out of hand. It's not 'til now that I see where I erred."

"Giles, please.....don't. Oh, god....." Buffy gasped as she felt Giles rubbing his hard cock up and down her sex.

Giles leaned over her, applying more pressure to her arm. "Now, if you're a good little slayer and keep quiet, this will be over quickly. If you continue to fight and yell, I'll just be forced to gag you, and then I'll draw out our little session much longer." With that, Giles slowly pushed himself into Buffy. "Hmm, a bit dry, are we? And here I thought you were the trollop that was always ready. Ah well, we'll manage." He pushed again until he was buried fully. Buffy let out a yelp. "What was that? Was that a sound?"

Buffy tried to turn and look at Giles, but his grip prevented mobility. Her voice was a whisper, "Please, Giles. I'm sorry. Whatever I did. Please, just stop. Please....."

As Giles began to pull out, Buffy relaxed a bit. "I do appreciate the
thought, but I'm afraid the time for apologies has passed." Giles pushed himself in again. He started a slow pace, moaning at her tightness.

Buffy gathered all her strength for one last push. She used her free arm to push up and back and yelled, "Goddamit, Giles. Stop this right now or I swear I'll kill you!"

Giles pushed her back in to place easily. He looked at her and shook his head. "Spike, gag her."

Spike had been watching Buffy and not paying attention to Giles. The sound of his name snapped him back to attention. "What?"

Giles sighed, exasperated. "*Gag* her."

Spike frowned. "Um.....ok......with what?" Spike looked around the room for something to keep Buffy quiet.

Giles caught his eye. "Be creative."

Spike's frown slowly dissipated into an evil smirk. "Right then. Never let it be said William the Bloody wasn't resourceful." He stood and walked the few feet to where Buffy was laying over the couch. He slowly unzipped his pants and freed the erection that had been raging ever since Giles had put Buffy in her current position.

Buffy's eyes grew wide as his cock bobbed in front of her face. "No, Spike. No fucking way. I'll bite it off, I swear."

At Spike's slightly worried look, Giles grabbed Buffy's hair and pulled her head back. "No, she won't. Because if she does, I'll let you drink her. Let you do whatever you bloody want with her. I have some serum that makes her powerless. Or rather, makes her as powerful as your garden variety bint."

Buffy tried to pull her head away from Giles' grip. "You wouldn't. And
besides, Spike can't hurt me."

Giles chuckled coldly. "He doesn't have to bite you to drink you, dear. If *I* inflict the pain, then he can enjoy the rewards. Now, I've had quite enough of this prattling on. Spike?" Giles gestured towards Buffy's face.

Spike grinned down at Buffy. "Open up, pet. The Big Bad's got a treat for you."

Buffy pursed her lips, but when Giles gave her hair a firm yank, her mouth fell open in pain. Spike took the opportunity to slide himself into her mouth. "Oh, bloody hell. So fucking hot.......'n wet......oh, god, Slayer......." Spike forced himself all the way in, until Buffy's body convulsed in a reflexive gag. Spike grabbed his head in pain.

Giles frowned at Spike. "What? You *did* say *gag* her!" At Giles'
insistent look, Spike slid himself out a bit. "Fine, fine, not worth the headache anyway. But you're gonna swallow, Slayer."

Buffy closed her eyes tight and tried to put her mind elsewhere. It was impossible given the sounds emanating from both men. Between Giles' "dear lord’s and Spike's "bloody hell’s, Buffy couldn't be anywhere but being shagged from either end by her sworn mentor and her sworn enemy. She felt the pace pick up from behind.

"Hey! Easy there, watcher. I realize you're an old geez and can't keep it up as long as a vamp, but slow down a bit. 'm just getting warmed up here,” Spike groused.

Through clenched teeth Giles replied, "You do what you need to do, I'll hold her when I'm done. And *do* stop talking, because it'll be nearly
impossible to cum with your voice ringing in my ears."

"Problem is, your speed affects my speed, and my pace is a bit slower right now, thank you for asking."

Buffy just wished for it to be over and couldn't believe they were arguing about speed and pace while she was, in essence, impaled on them both.

"Shut up, Spike! I believe I'm the one who unchained you, so you can damn well not bollux this up!"

Spike closed his eyes. "Fine. Go to town, old man."

As Giles' pace increased, Spike grabbed a hold of Buffy's head to keep her from moving as quickly there. It didn't work, and Spike soon found himself pumping faster into her mouth. "Sod it," he groaned.

Giles came with a loud moan. He pulled out of Buffy, but held her as he promised. Buffy started squirming as Spike's orgasm became imminent. "Oh, god.......here it comes, pet. Take it
all.......fuck.......gaaaaaahhhhh....." B" Buffy gagged as Spike's cum
dribbled out of her mouth. Spike clenched his teeth against the minor pain the in his head. When she started choking, Spike pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Take all the fun out of it, why don't ya, Slayer?" He shook his head and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked up at Giles. "Bloody hell, Rupes! That was a good time had by all. Well, save one."

Spike flopped back into the chair he had been watching the action fr His His flagrance knocked the council letter from the desk onto the floor. "What's this then?" He picked it up and frowned. "Smells like.....targrin root." He held it closer and sniffed it. "Yeah, definitely targrin. Whatcha doin' with this, watcher?"

Giles released Buffy and walked to Spike. Buffy slumped into the couch, stunned.

"What's that you say? A root?" Giles took the letter from Spike. "What's it do?"

"Uh, well, if memory serves, it's used in spells and whatnot to lower
inhibitions, sometimes raise aggression. Kind of like alcohol, but much more powerful. And no bloody hangover. Oh, and it makes ya quite a bit
stronger."

Buffy heard this and slowly got up from the couch, wincing a bit. "I knew it. I knew it had to be something......Giles, don't you see? You touched that letter. That's why you guys......did that......" Buffy started crying.

Spike chuckled. "Sorry, luv. It only affects humans. Giles was under the effect. I'm just evil."

Giles shook his head. "My god, of course. That explains it......explains why I would do.....that to Buffy. Spike? How long do the effects last?"

Spike shrugged. "Indefinitely." Buffy's sobs got louder at that, and Spike felt the smallest twinge of something...... "*But*......there is an antidote. Supposed to be pretty easy to whip up. Some other roots, couple of herbs. Prob'ly an eye of something or other. I dunno chuck all about it. But you can probably find it in any spell book."

"Oh, thank god," Buffy whispered as her sobs ebbed.

Giles nodded. "Yes, we should definitely think about looking into
that......sometime." Giles' tone made Buffy look at him. His eyes made her run. He caught her easily before she could reach the door. "We will definitely look into that *sometime*. But for now, I'm not sure that the discipline has reached our little slayer, here. Spike? What are your thoughts on corporal punishment?"

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The End