She wanted a Spike/Giles fic, with a rating of "smoking, if poss". Heh, of course, because I'm a moron I completely misunderstood this and thought that my prompt was "smoking". *facepalm*. However, since there's naughty boy-smexing in there in the form of a blowjob-against-the-wall, I hope that this will work for her!!!!!! Merry Christmas, sweetie!
Spike slipped out the back door, breathing a sigh of relief and practically collapsing back against the wall. True, he didn’t have many other options, and being kept in fags and blood was pretty sweet, but hanging around with the Scoobies was exhausting. When all was said and done, saviours of the world or not, they were still children.
He fumbled in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes and drew them out gratefully, tapping one out of the carton and shoving it into his mouth. A few seconds later, his lighter flared and his lungs filled with the delicious, aromatic smoke that was the subject of so many modern-day health warnings. God, he was glad he’d grown up in a time before anyone talked about cancer and when doctors had thought that tobacco had health benefits. Being dead didn’t hurt either, since it afforded him a rare form of immunity.
He was so engrossed in his welcome nicotine hit that it was nearly a minute before he realised that he wasn’t alone.
Giles emerged from the shadows, looking vaguely chagrined but not bothering to extinguish his own cigarette.
Spike chuckled. “Didn’t even realised you’d slipped out.”
“People usually don’t,” replied Giles, caught somewhere between amused, annoyed and resigned. He sighed and leaned against the wall next to Spike, taking another drag. “I’ll go back in a minute, and with any luck they won’t even notice I disappeared. Dear Lord, they’re a trial sometimes.”
“Tell me about it,” muttered Spike. He glanced over at Giles, noting the glazed-eyed appreciation on his face as he blew a smoke ring. “Do the kiddies know that you have such a filthy habit?”
He shook his head. “No. They think this type of abomination is the realm of soulless, undead, incredibly irritating demons.”
Spike smirked. “Maybe I should tell them. For your own good, like.”
“Maybe I should stake you. Also for my own good.”
“Now, now. Play nice. I was only joking.”
“Really? And there I was thinking that perhaps you were going to try to extort me for more money.”
Spike faked hurt, pressing his free hand to his chest. “As if I would.”
Giles grunted, drawing the last puff of his cigarette deep, burning it right down to the filter. With reluctance, he dropped the butt to the floor and ground it out. “Damn. I suppose I shall have to go back inside now.”
“They’re talking about their love lives again, which is apparently the most fascinating subject on the planet. I doubt they’d notice if you waltzed back in wearing a pink tutu and singing Sympathy for the Devil.”
“You’re probably right. You know, Xander caught me playing that a couple of months ago, and do you know what he said? ‘I didn’t realise you were a Guns N’ Roses fan’.”
Spike gaped in outrage. “Bloody heathen!”
“You put up with a lot, but you bring it on yourself. Maybe you should find some friends your own age,” suggested Spike.
Giles glared at him. “As if you can talk. At least I was born in the same century as them.”
Spike snorted. “Touché. Well, maybe we should be friends then. I enjoyed the seventies as much as you did.”
“More, I imagine. What with all the murder and mayhem.” He studied Spike, eyes narrowed. “But why on earth should I want to be friends with you?”
Spike shrugged, shifting against the wall and letting his hips jut forward a little as a smirk stole over his face. “Well, maybe you’ve forgotten, but having grown-up ‘friends’ can be fun...”
Giles raised an eyebrow at him, allowing his eyes to run down the full length of Spike’s body and back up again. It could hardly be denied that the vampire was attractive, but... Well. It was Spike.
“Don’t give me that look. Have you forgotten that time when I was chained in the bathtub and we-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Giles furtively glanced around, ensuring that none of the children could possibly hear them. “That was different.”
“I was very drunk.”
“There’s plenty of Scotch left in the liquor cabinet.”
Giles couldn’t help but laugh, and when Spike offered him his cigarette, Giles accepted and took a hit of sweet, acrid smoke. He turned his head to face Spike, their arms brushing together as they finished the smoke in companionable silence.
As he crushed the butt underfoot, Spike rolled his own head towards Giles and caught his lower lip between his teeth, looking out from beneath his lashes. It was coy and sleazy all at once, and Giles’ breath stuck in his throat for a moment as a pleasant warmth unfurled in his belly.
“They’ve really got no idea about you, have they?” murmured Spike, pressing a little closer. “They don’t see the darkness, the danger. They don’t know who you used to be – and still are, on the inside.”
“I don’t want them to know,” he replied.
“I’ll bet you don’t,” smiled Spike knowingly.
Giles sighed and shook his head, staring at the vampire and wondering how someone so irritating could still be so beautiful. “Shut up, Spike.”
Giles reached out and took hold of the lapels of Spike’s duster, firmly pulling at him until he was standing right in front of Giles, facing him, close enough that the human had to spread his stance to make room for Spike’s feet. It was a calm, unhurried movement, but brooked no argument – and Spike didn’t make one, simply going where he was directed and shooting Giles a look full of anticipation and promise.
Giles drew him in the rest of the way, their bodies flush together and their mouths closing the distance. Considering how measured they’d been getting into position, the kiss had nothing soft or careful about it. Giles bit at Spike’s lips until they parted, and Spike darted his tongue out to turn the kiss deep and dirty when it had barely even begun. They both moaned softly at the sharp tang of second-hand smoke.
Their bodies slotted neatly, Giles’ spread feet eliminating the height difference, their hard angles and muscle mass fitting like jigsaw pieces. They pressed their lips together with rough clashes, licking and nipping as their tongues made slick passes into each other’s mouths. It didn’t take them long to harden, groins snug together and Spike’s hands grabbing at Giles’ hips to pull them into a rhythm.
Eventually, Giles’ need to breathe drove him to break the kiss, gasping. He noted that Spike’s eyes were as lust-glazed as he imagined his own to be, and he cupped a hand over his jaw, pulling him close for one more hard, close-mouthed kiss. Then he fixed him with a heated stare and whispered against his lips, “Get on your knees for me.”
With a choked-off moan, Spike allowed himself to be pushed to the ground, Giles’ hands gripping his shoulders. His knees hit the patio and he cut a glance to the side, noting the light spilling out of the living room window. It would only take one of the kiddies getting curious, and they could so easily be caught. Spike bit his lip as a spurt of pre-come soaked into his jeans.
Giles unfastened his pants and drew Spike forward with a firm hand cupped to the back of his head. It was just like the last time, with Giles confidently taking the lead and Spike enjoying it a little too much to bother complaining. He always had liked the illusion of being with an older man. He obligingly leaned in and braced his hands against Giles’ thighs, licking a thick stripe up his cock without preamble.
Spike inhaled deeply as he drew his tongue up the shaft again, wrapped it around the head and then flicked it at the tight bundle of nerves. The scent of a man was always so strong right there, musky and bitter, and Spike could smell the blood rushing through a thousand little veins and capillaries. Grunting softly, he opened his mouth and slid his lips around Giles’ dick, sucking as he swallowed.
Strong fingers worked past the gel and into his hair, holding tightly but not controlling the rhythm. Spike bobbed his head, taking Giles’ cock in as far as comfortably could and then just a little further every so often, sheathing it deep in his throat. Hearing a low moan, Spike looked up the length of Giles’ body and met his half-lidded, lust-clouded eyes. God, he looked sexy all rumpled and blissed out, colour high on his cheeks and all semblance of propriety blown away like smoke on the wind.
Spike grunted as Giles’ shin pushed against his groin, immediately grinding gratefully against it for the friction he needed. He insinuated one hand into the open flap of Giles’ pants, sliding inside the fabric until he could grope the man’s balls, caressing them firmly and pressing at the sensitive skin behind. He smiled as he heard an appreciative growling sound from Giles and then pushed his tongue into his slit, searching out a salty burst of pre-come.
He could feel Giles’ hips rocking in a tight, controlled roll as his excitement increased, and he sucked harder, nose pushing into crisp, coarse hair. He knew that Giles would want it over quickly, lest curious feet came padding outside to check where they were, and he pulled out every trick in his considerably arsenal.
“Don’t touch yourself,” ordered Giles, slightly breathlessly, as he saw Spike’s hand sliding down his own body. “I want you to come in my hand.”
Spike shivered and cursed, his groan vibrating over Giles’ dick. He clenched his hand against his own thigh to prevent himself from fisting his cock and pushing himself over the edge. Instead, he concentrated on the scent, feel and taste of Giles, savouring it, and worked harder to make the human come; he couldn’t wait for the thick, heady slide of salty musk down his throat.
“God, yes, that’s it. Take me deeper,” murmured Giles, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the wall as he pushed his hips forward, fucking into Spike’s eager, wet mouth. As Spike took him down his throat again, swallowing convulsively, Giles bit his lip to stifle the harsh pants and moans threatening to spill out. He thrust harder, holding Spike’s head in place, and let the need and pleasure and rush build quickly to a peak.
Spike’s eyelids fluttered as Giles stilled, hands forcing him to stay in position, and then spunk flooded his throat. At the last moment, Giles pulled back, letting the remainder of his spend fill Spike’s waiting mouth. He rolled it around before swallowing it, letting the taste fill every inch.
“Fuck,” murmured Giles, trying to quiet his breathing and compose himself. He snatched hold of Spike’s duster again and hauled him to his feet, immediately kissing him while tearing at his fly and grabbing hold of his hard, leaking dick with no preamble.
Spike cursed in return, resting his forehead against Giles’ cheek and thrusting into his warm, tight fist. Within moments of Giles’ skilled handiwork, he was bucking forwards and coming, muffling his cry against the human. Giles angled the long, milky jets of come away from them, letting them splatter against the wall to their side.
As Spike practically collapsed against him, Giles wrapped his arms around him for a moment and they shared a rare snatch of peace, floating in the afterglow. It was almost regretfully that Giles pushed Spike away from his body and started righting his clothes.
“Made a bit of a mess there... Someone might see,” teased Spike.
Giles stared down at the spunk splashed against the wall in an accusing streak, and then shrugged. “With any luck, they’ll think it’s ectoplasm.”
Spike laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and pressing another kiss to Giles’ smiling mouth. He slumped against the wall next to him, their arms jostling together. “Christ. I need another fag now.”
“It would be rather nice. Along with a stiff drink,” sighed Giles wistfully. “Unfortunately, I need to get back inside. Why don’t you stay out here and enjoy one for both of us?”
“Are you going to enjoy a stiff drink for both of us?”
Spike smiled knowingly. “My, my... All these dirty little habits you have.”
Giles looked at the vampire pointedly. “Yes, I really should know better. But, at the very least, I can try to keep them a secret.”
“They’re not going to guess what we’ve been doing, you know. If we walk back in together. Although it’s nice to know that you’re suitably ashamed of me.”
Giles rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to be a pest now. I was just thinking that perhaps we could be ‘friends’ after all.”
“If I wasn’t being a pest and you weren’t hacked off with me, they’d know something was wrong in two seconds flat,” pointed out Spike.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” sighed Giles. “Fine. Carry on being annoying.”
“Oh, I intend to,” nodded Spike happily. Well, if he couldn’t eat people then at least he needed to be a pain in the arse at every opportunity. “But if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll make it up to you.”
Giles considered that for a moment, then smiled a little. “I guess I can live with that.”