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21 June 2013 @ 02:22 pm
Randy and His Dad Part 5 of 5  
And here it is! The thrilling conclusion!
No, I couldn't wait another day. :)

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Chapter Five: In Conclusion


Spike twisted, the sudden movement nearly dislodging Giles as the vampire tried to escape. Giles angrily grabbed him and slammed him back into the mattress – coincidentally re-seating his cock firmly in the sweet, tight confines of his ass, but he wouldn’t mention that, except that he groaned and flexed back for another thrust. He had been close.

“You little shit. You seduced me.”

Spike squirmed again and Giles tightened his grip. “Bloody chip,” Spike grunted, jaw tight.

It seemed the most practical solution to finish getting himself off, so Giles started thrusting hard and fast. “Filthy, immoral vampire. You thought I was your father!”

“Hard to believe the righteous indignation while you’re reaming me, Rupert.” Spike grinned savagely and thrust back. “Dirty old bastard.”

Despite the friction, the sweat, and the delicious sensation of fucking, Giles found himself falling short of completion. He thrust and thrust until he had to slow down and take a breath.

Spike gaped at him. “Why you perv! You only wanted me when you thought I was your son!”

Giles glared at him and thrust particularly hard, making sure to grind down so Spike’s presumably still bruised backside felt the force. “You’re so annoying and idiotic with your memory back you’d cool off a lust demon.”

Spike raised one eyebrow, smirking. “Liar. I recall what you did when you thought I was your son. So come on. What will you do now, when you don’t give a fuck about me?” He tilted his hips, causing Giles to slide in to the hilt and gasp. “Guilt-free, aren’t I? Or is that the problem? You want a little filthy shame with your hard, dirty fucking?”

Blood red suffused the edges of Giles’ vision. His hips pistoned harder and harder, hoping to fuck the smirk off Spike’s face. He let go of his wrists to grab his shoulders and use the leverage to pound into him as hard as he could, hoping he caused damage, enjoying the feeling of tendons separating under his fingertips. Spike cried out, eyes squeezed shut, throat long and open.

Giles felt the spurt of come against his belly moments before he came himself, toes curling and hips seizing.

Disgust quickly returned on the heels of rational thought. Giles pulled out and stumbled, hips sore, off the bed. “Get the hell out of my flat.”

Spike propped himself up on his elbows and pouted. “Gosh, Dad, you make me feel so unwanted.”

Giles had the sudden, horrible realization that Spike now had some pretty juicy blackmail material on him, and no compunction whatsoever not to use it. He found his bathrobe and struggled into it, all the while keeping his eyes on the smug, knowing face of Spike.

Clearing his throat, he said. “It’s really interesting, to me, how long it took you to re-discover the chip. Almost as if your natural inclination is NOT to be violent.”

He knew he scored a point when Spike’s smile faltered. “Had a lot on my mind.”

Giles tied his robe and sat on the edge of the bed. “Seems to me you were rather a bit of a – what’s the word?” He turned to catch Spike’s eyes with a grin. “A pussy.”

Spike kicked his way out of the bed. “I was lulling you into a false sense of security! Any second I’d have ripped your throat out.”

“After you finished promising to degrade yourself any way possible in exchange for a scrap of affection?” Giles advanced on Spike and was pleased to see him flinch.

Spike cleared his throat. “How about we agree never to mention any of this, ever?”

“Agreed. Now, if you’ll excuse me repeating myself: get out of my flat.”

Spike nodded and did a poor job of not appearing afraid as he hurried to get his clothes on.

Giles let himself enjoy the sense of power. It was only after Spike left that he felt a bit of a pang of loss, which he squelched with whisky and the relief of having NOT committed incest.

***

Somehow, they all knew to come to the Magic Box at the same time. Everyone avoided each other’s eyes. Willow, especially, looked miserable. Tara was seated as far from her as possible, and pointedly not looking at her.

Giles felt pained sympathy mixed with his own anger at how foolish Willow had been to cast such a spell. He could tell, however, than any lecture at this point would not help in the slightest.

Xander was talking animatedly, trying to fill the silence with humor, but he wasn’t looking at Anya, either.

Anya approached Giles. “He knew we slept together before. Why is it different now?”

“More memories means more hurt, I gather.” Giles looked to the corners and crevices for Spike. Not finding him, he coughed, excusing himself – awkwardly like everything about this gathering – to check the training room.

He opened the door to find Spike and Buffy standing together, their hands on each other’s waists. They jumped back from each other, a little too flushed and embarrassed for Giles’ tastes.

Buffy coughed. “Uh… yeah, I was just… checking Spike for, uh…”

“Injuries,” Spike hurriedly chimed in. “Slayer got her memories back and wanted to get right to the training. Because she’s a dedicated one, your slayer.”

The seamless way they covered for each other made Giles more jealous and angry than any hint of physical intimacy he’d seen. “Buffy, I believe they need you in the shop.”

“For what?”

“Go. Now.” Belatedly, he grit his teeth and added, “Please.”

Buffy looked worriedly at Spike – and how frustrating was that! She was afraid he was going to stake him! But she went out into the front of the shop, leaving the two men alone.

“Slayer was just apologizing,” Spike said. “For things we said to each other when we didn’t know. Shouldn’t have to tell you how that is.”

“Don’t cover a lie with another lie.”

Spike started to speak, then stopped, exhaling hard through his nose. “Fine. Not going to sully your precious slayer with my evil, soulless body.” He stormed toward the door.

Giles stopped him with a hand on his chest. There was a tense moment of silence. “I’m leaving,” Giles said. “For England. It was… I had made the decision before we lost our memories. Buffy doesn’t need a watcher anymore.”

Spike stared at him a long second. “That’s utter, complete bollocks.”

Giles withdrew his hand. “I don’t care about your opinion.”

“Of course not. I’m not HIM, am I?” Spike shrugged his shoulders, his expression closing off.

Giles felt an ache straight through his chest. The foolish, insecure boy! And he knew that the fondness he now felt wasn’t going away.

“No. You are the same man I got to know over the last few weeks. Under the bluster and façade you like to present. That’s rather the problem, isn’t it? Because now, I’ll have to look at you, knowing there is a form of good in you-“

“There bloody well is NOT.”

“-and I’ll have to face how far I’ve come from the watcher I once was. How unnecessary the watcher’s council is, here. We were never as necessary as the slayer herself. As necessary as we fooled ourselves into thinking.”

Spike stepped in front of Giles. “Don’t go. Buffy’s barely keeping her head above water. Willow needs your guidance. Do you really think this lot can get on without you? AND save the bloody world?”

“It’s time. Buffy needs to finish growing up, on her own.” He took a step back. “You all do.”

Spike grabbed his arm before he could leave, his grip firm but not painful. “Please,” he said.

Giles sighed and shook his head.

Spike’s lip curled up a bit and he lowered his chin and his voice. “Please, Daddy?”

Giles scowled. “You’re really daft if you think that will work.”

Spike took a step closer, his jeans brushing against Giles’ leg. “Someone needs to keep me in line, Rupert.”

Giles groaned, feeling the blood (and all sense) rushing to his cock. “You are a terrible influence.”

“I am. You ought to spank me.”

Giles was on the verge of letting go, turning his back and walking away. He had the children to deal with, and arrangements to make for his departure. But then Spike brushed his cheek against Giles’ cheek and added, in his silkiest purr, “Dad.”

Giles threw him against the nearest wall and kissed him hard. He broke off with a gasp. “I may have a kink,” he admitted. “Now shut up.”

“Yes, sir,” said Spike, and kissed him back.


 
 
 
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ash_carpenterash_carpenter on June 21st, 2013 07:50 pm (UTC)
Yes, you do have a kink, Rupert. It's not in such a serious state as Reasie's, but still... :P

This was simply marvy, darling!!!! There was a lot of fun and humour, then all the lovely shame and delicious darkness - NOM!

Rupert really is a filthy old perv, isn't he? Heh heh. Having pretend!son!Spike isn't as good as having Randy, but he'll take it. Mmm. Bad daddy.

Incest: a fine addition to any fandom. LOL.

MWAH!
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on June 21st, 2013 08:09 pm (UTC)
HEEE.

*Cough* I don't know what you're talking about. It was all Rupert, I tell you!

Mmmmm shame and darkness. nom nom nom.

It's what's for dinner.

Really, I hate reducing the incest to all pretend at the end... but it is better than no incest at all, you see.

:D

velvetwhip: Angel/Willow Sexvelvetwhip on June 21st, 2013 08:16 pm (UTC)
LOVE IT!!!!! Giles is such a lecherous old debauchee! And Spike is a sinful influence!

But poor Buffy...

And poor Willow.


Gabrielle
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on June 21st, 2013 08:39 pm (UTC)
HEE.

Aw, what makes you think Buffy isn't going to get some loving? Heh heh. I imagine a very interesting love triangle... a very different season six!

Too bad I'm too lazy to write it.
thea_brominethea_bromine on June 22nd, 2013 08:56 am (UTC)
OK, look, you know how sometimes you can see something that simply has to be done? And then you can see the perfect person for it?

Right, you've been over to my place, haven't you? Somebody said there ought to be more Library Spanking Fic, which was true, so I wrote it. I wrote the one where Giles got to spank everybody, because... well, because it's so obvious that he would have wanted to. It's Just The Way Things Are.

It's also Just The Way Things Are that Spike ought to be spanked, hard and often. So #produces plot bunny in carrier, and looks round for somewhere to hide it# somebody ought to write the one where everybody, one after another, gets to spank Spike.

Naturally, I thought of you. What? You showed in the last chapter that you could do it.

#runs away, leaving bunny carrier wedged behind couch#
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 25th, 2013 02:16 pm (UTC)
Heee... I admit, that's a good idea. Everyone really SHOULD get to spank Spike once in a while. I never thought about doing a story where EVERYONE does Spank him, in succession. I shall have to think about that. :D

Though I should warn you that plot bunnies left in my care tend to perish from neglect!

Sorry I had a bout of "non comment responding" - inexcusable!
borzaja: catborzaja on June 22nd, 2013 06:21 pm (UTC)
It turned out to be such a nice and fluffy story (in a perverted kind of way)). Memory regaining scene is just brilliant, Spike and Giles being so themselves.
And that teasing about season 6 with s/g/b triangle... that will never be written! You are soooooo cruel! *bursts in tears*

Edited at 2013-06-22 06:22 pm (UTC)
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 25th, 2013 02:17 pm (UTC)
hee hee. Sorry. Mmmm... you know.... a season 6 S/B/G triangle fic sounds really HAWT.

We'll just throw that on the back burner and see what simmers. :D

*MWAH* Thank you so much for your comments, which are super-appreciated even when I am too lazy or distracted to respond.
spikes_evilbintspikes_evilbint on June 23rd, 2013 08:56 pm (UTC)
I absolutely loved this. It's been waaaay too long since I read your work. xxxx
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 25th, 2013 02:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I know, I've not been the producing-est writer, have I?

*MWAH* Thanks for putting up with me. :)
Shapinglight: JM & ASHshapinglight on June 24th, 2013 02:49 pm (UTC)
Ah, I do love a happy ending.

Hoorah! Loved it all to pieces.
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 25th, 2013 02:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling. So sorry I missed replying to your comment. I'm an awful person!

Mmmm it is the happiest ending I could think of - Giles doesn't run off to England, and there will be loads of Spiles. nom nom nom. :)
Butterfly: [Personal] Snogged DBWsnogged on June 25th, 2013 12:29 am (UTC)
This was deliciously filthy. Well done!
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 25th, 2013 02:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling!
JaniceOcomlodge on September 29th, 2013 06:50 pm (UTC)
Gawd, I can't believe it took me this long to come back to this. But the wait was worth it. What fantastic voices. What lovely, kinky sex. Yum. :D
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on September 30th, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
Mmm kink. I blush! Such praise!

So glad you enjoyed, darling! :)

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