Dance Of The Veil
written by Gileswench


Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: Through Into the Woods.
Summary: A mix up with a Christmas present leads to unexpected male bonding.
Dedication: To Lara, whose day I sincerely hope has improved by now, and to Little Wednesday, whose plaits I smooth in advance. Happy birthday from your Auntie Giles.
Feedback Author: Gileswench
Author's Website: Wench's Tavern


Spike tied the final, sloppy bow and brushed a bit of cigarette ash from the package he'd just finished wrapping. He smiled. This would take care of things with the Slayer. And giving all her Scooby mates Christmas pressies would hide his darker purpose from her. He carefully labeled the packages, making extra sure he didn't mix up Buffy's with the one he'd nicked for Giles. It wouldn't do to make a mistake with those two! And the tie he was giving Giles came in the exact same size box as the scarf he'd had enchanted for Buffy.

The vampire gathered up his boxes and bags as soon as the sun set. He squared his shoulders when he reached the door of Buffy's house. Inside he could hear Christmas carols and laughter. The rotten white hats were having a bloody party. What the hell did they have to party about? Joyce hadn't been out of the hospital long, and Buffy had been moaning low between her mum's illness and the long overdue departure of Captain Sodding Cardboard.

Well if his gift didn't make her forget the ponce, nothing would. He was just crushing his fag on the top step when the door flew open and Xander slammed into him.

Both men went down and Spike's packages scattered across the porch and the lawn.

"Oi! Watch it, Droopy boy!"

"Spike! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Decking the bloody halls. I'm delivering Christmas presents. And look what you've done to them, you prat!"

Xander burst into laughter.

"Christmas presents? From you? That's rich."

Spike growled and began picking up packages. He was alarmed when he saw that some of the labels had fallen off. Most of them would be no trouble to figure out, but the two most easily confused had also lost their tags. Now which one had he tied up in the red ribbon and which the green? Of course. Red was Buffy. Red like blood, or like her eyes of late. He was pretty sure. Sort of. He hadn't really put that much thought into it.

And Xander was still talking.

"...and you know nobody here wants anything you have to give them..."

"Here," Spike said thrusting a package into the lad's hands. "Merry sodding Christmas, you fairy." Another package. "And this is for your demon. Now piss off."

Xander took the gifts with an air of confusion. He decided it wasn't worth fighting with Spike anymore. He had to go pick up Anya from the Magic Box so she could join the party. He was late leaving, so bearing gifts might make things go easier. He left without another word to the vampire.

"You're welcome!" Spike shouted after him.

He turned and faced the door again. His knock was answered by Giles. That annoyed Spike. Damn Watcher was everywhere he looked lately. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have such vivid and persistent memories of how Giles had chained him up in the bath for days and denied him blood when he wouldn't talk about the nancy boy commandos. He still got hot thinking about Giles showering. He realized Giles was speaking.

"What are you doing here, Spike? You know nobody wants you."

Giles almost had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at the irony of that statement. Spike's blue eyes and pouty lips haunted his dreams every night.

"Just making with the Santa Claus, Watcher. Here," he thrust the pile of gifts into Giles' arms. "Just don't all open them in front of each other. I haven't gone soft, y'know. But I thought the Slayer could use a jolly or two what with her soldier boy gone off to war and all."

He turned to leave. Giles called after him.

"Thank you, Spike."

A two fingered salute was all he got for his politeness.

* * * * *

When Giles returned home later that night, he placed the pile of packages he'd been given under the tiny tree that decorated his apartment with a modicum of holiday cheer. He had to smile at the way the wrappings told him exactly who had given him which gift. From the large linen tea towel that acted a wrapping as well as an extra present from Tara to the garish, cheerful snowman paper Dawn and Buffy had chosen, to the professional wrap job in Magic Box paper Anya had used as a perk of her job, each one told him what his friends thought of him as well as who they were.

Then there was the package from Spike. It puzzled him. Then again, Spike was always a bit of an enigma.

And if there was one thing Giles couldn't resist, it was a puzzle.

He looked again at the flat, rectangular box wrapped in paper that looked as if it had been scavenged from a dumpster. The amount of tape wasted in the process was appalling, and the bow was a travesty. Giles shook his head and decided he couldn't wait to find out what was inside.

He untied the ribbon.

* * * * *

Spike rubbed his hands together as he looked around his crypt in anticipation of the reward for his generosity. Tonight the Slayer would share his bed. Of course he'd set the scene nicely. Candles burned all around, the bed had been freshly made with his least stained sheets, and he'd even sprayed a bit of perfume Harm had left behind in the air to cover the general mustiness of the place.

After all, when you've got a class act coming over for red hot sex - well, room temperature, but he couldn't help that what with being a vampire and all - it behooves a fellow to tidy up a bit.

He wondered briefly if he should put the telly on to some primetime soapie so there would be music, but decided the dialogue would get in the way of the romantic atmosphere.

He lit a cigarette and put it out again immediately. Buffy didn't like the smell, he remembered. He was just wondering if he'd remembered to pinch some breath mints the last time he'd been to the quickie mart when he heard a knock on the door.

He swallowed hard. This was it. Buffy had arrived. The scarf had lured her to him, just like the gypsy had promised it would if she had any attraction for him. He cleared his throat nervously and headed for either a night to remember in the Slayer's arms or another punch on the nose if it hadn't worked.

The sight that met his eyes was completely unexpected.

"Watcher?"

"Hello, Spike," Giles simpered.

Spike goggled.

"Aren't you going to ask me in?" Giles pouted. Absolutely pouted!

There he stood in the same pinstripe suit he'd worn earlier, with the same burgundy red dress shirt and the same black tie with little gold lozenges and red flecks... and Buffy's gauzy blue scarf around his neck.

Spike blinked.

He'd gotten the packages mixed up after his collision with Xander. That had to be it. But if Giles was here wearing the scarf and flirting with him, that must mean...

"Bloody hell," the vampire breathed. "he's fancied me all along."

Giles had apparently grown tired of waiting. He stepped into the crypt and looked about himself with a delighted smile.

"Is all of this for me? Spike, you shouldn't have! It's lovely."

He slipped his glasses off discretely and placed them in his pocket. That made the room even nicer. He turned back to the stunned vampire.

"You silly boy," he said to Spike, "you said this scarf matched my eyes. My eyes are green. You're the one with the gorgeous, limpid, blue eyes."

With that, Giles unwound the scarf from his neck and passed it behind Spike's neck. He lowered his head and kissed Spike softly at first, and then more passionately as the vampire couldn't help responding.

Giles teased and tugged at Spike's lips with his own until the cool mouth was opened to his fiery onslaught. His hands continued to hold the ends of the scarf as he led Spike to the bed and sat him on the edge. He took the scarf back, and his eyes glinted dangerously in the candlelit crypt.

"Get undressed, love, while I put on a little show for you."

Since his jeans were already becoming uncomfortably tight, Spike was more than happy to comply. He unzipped himself even before he dropped his duster on the floor.

Giles held back until the last piece of clothing hit the floor and then began to twirl around the room doing a striptease of his own, always keeping the blue scarf around his neck. First his shoes were kicked across the room, then his tie hit Spike in the face. His jacket soon joined the duster on the floor. Giles undid each button of his shirt slowly and teasingly until his lightly furred chest was revealed. Spike sucked in a breath as his hand moved to his erection with a will of its own. The live man licked his lips at the sight.

"Now, now, Spike," he murmured, "plenty of time for that soon enough. Leave some for me, won't you?"

Spike removed his hand though every nerve in his body screamed not to.

Giles gave him a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose and continued his dance. The shirt hit the floor and his hands moved to unbuckle his belt. In an instant, it was gone and his trousers were being pushed down his slender hips to reveal a pair of surprisingly short black silk boxers.

Boxers with a serious bulge in them.

Spike licked his chill lips and stared as Giles bent over to remove his socks. He whimpered when he realized the boxers weren't coming off yet.

"What have you got to hide, Watcher?" he asked. "Is it green or something?"

"Wait and see," Giles chuckled flirtatiously. "Right now, I want a closer look at yours."

He climbed on the bed and knelt by Spike, taking the tepid cock into his warm hands. Spike groaned and thrust into the heated palm. Giles watched in fascination as the foreskin slipped back and forth over the head of Spike's cock with every stroke. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading the huge drop of precum that had already seeped out.

"You know," Giles mused, "I've always wondered how it is that vampires can get erections at all."

"Oi! Are you trying to say that isn't manly?" Spike demanded, using his hand to close the Watchers' fingers tighter around his cool penis.

"That isn't it at all, Spike," Giles giggled. "You're very manly, indeed or I wouldn't be here like this. No, it's just... your circulatory system stopped working when you died, so I have never understood how vampires can bleed and get so magnificently hard, that's all."

"You're the brainy one, Watcher," Spike gasped as Giles' thumb found a particularly sensitive spot just below the head of the vampire's cock. "Me, I don't care as long as the old John Thomas can stand up straight."

"It's standing, but I'm not sure it's all that straight. After all, I'm not a woman, you know."

Spike's retort was lost to the ages when Giles lowered his head to take the cool erection into his mouth. The heat of the Watcher's mouth was exquisite, as were the expert movements his tongue made across the mushroom head of Spike's cock. Giles clearly knew what he doing.

For long minutes, Giles kept up his sweet torture on the vampire. He would softly lick up and down the shaft until Spike squirmed and begged for relief, then tease only the head, the suddenly engulf the entire length for a stroke or two and then return to the shaft.

Spike swore and growled at the human even as he prayed it would never end.

Of course, all good things must end, and this was no different. Spike felt the familiar tightening in his groin that signaled his imminent release.

"Giles," he groaned, "I'm gonna come."

"I certainly hope so," Giles muttered as he nuzzled the vampire's balls. "I can't wait to see if you taste different than a human."

Somehow Giles' analytical streak only made Spike more impatient to give him what he wanted. He bucked his hips as the Watcher's mouth closed over the tip of his penis again, the hot tongue wriggling so deliciously over the slit.

It was mere seconds later when Spike yelled and filled Giles' mouth with his room temperature essence. Giles swallowed every drop he could and eagerly licked Spike's cock clean.

"Mmmmm, delicious," he murmured as he moved up to kiss Spike on the lips.

"Your turn, Watcher," Spike grinned as he flipped them on the bed. "Watch this."

Spike grabbed the tiny silk boxers and dragged them off the startled Watcher. Giles grinned when Spike gawked at the sight before him.

"I had a present to unwrap. I thought I'd give you one, too."

Sure enough, his cock was decorated with a bright red bow. Giles ought to have looked utterly ridiculous lying on the bed with a gauzy blue scarf around his neck and a large red bow tied to his erect penis, but Spike decided this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"How'd you tie that on without cutting off the circulation to your todger?"

"It's on an elastic band. It expands to fit, but it's getting a bit uncomfortable, so I'd be obliged if you would unwrap me now."

Spike chuckled and bent to kiss Giles.

"You're a right strange one, you are."

Then he set himself to the task of removing the bow. As soon as Giles' cock was free of its decoration, he began to stroke it firmly. He soon established a hard rhythm jerking Giles off with one hand while the other fondled his balls expertly.

"Like that, do you?" Spike smirked as Giles gave a heartfelt groan of pleasure.

"Of course I bloody like it," Giles returned. "I like it so much I don't think I'll last much longer."

"Well don't hold back on my account, Pet."

With that, Spike redoubled his efforts. Giles moaned loudly and bucked his hips harder. He'd broken out in a sweat and his mouth had gone dry. His breath came in shallow pants. Tiny whimpers began to rise from his throat.

At last a roar rang through the crypt as Giles' cock erupted stream after stream of warm seed into the vampire's cool hand.

Both men laughed softly as Spike used his tee shirt to clean Giles' belly and chest of sperm.

"You're a bloody geyser, you are," Spike teased.

"And you're incredible, Spike."

The two snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Later that night, Buffy called Willow on the phone.

"Hey, Will, did you open your present from Spike yet?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I was just wondering... did he give you something really weird?"

"Well, only on the sense of Spike gave me something at all. He gave me candles, and they aren't even majicked or anything, 'cause I checked, y'know, just in case. What did he give you, Buffy?"

The Slayer furrowed her brow as she looked at the slightly frayed tweed necktie in her hand.

"Nothing," she said a little too quickly. "Nothing strange. I was just checking. You just never know with Spike."

END