Spike's room looked very much like a late Victorian man's den, all rich carpets and too much furniture. Pride of place went to the elaborate stereo and TV system in the entertainment center at the far end of the room from the big wooden bed.

"Where did you get that?" Giles asked, staring at the TV.

"Fred and Sammy found a Circuit City delivery truck being hijacked near here. Fred had the hijacker, Sammy had the driver, they drove the truck back here. I think they kept a big screen for themselves, but I grabbed this stuff and they're selling the rest."

He pulled off his duster and hung it carefully on the hall tree next to the door. As he turned, he saw Giles raise his eyes quickly from where they'd been looking. Spike grinned. "How often did you check out my ass when I was at your place?"

"Never."

"And I know you copped feels when you were chaining me up."

"I did not!"

"Oh, no need to protest like that to me, mate, I could have mentioned it if it bothered me. But I was too busy enjoying your little morning rituals when you thought you had me parked out of the way."

"What do you mean?" Giles asked narrowly.

"I love mirrors. I could see you but you couldn't see me. If I stretched just right I could catch a view into your bathroom from your dresser mirror. Shouldn't leave the door open like that."

Giles crossed his arms and tried to glare. "You watched me in the bathroom."

"Um hm. We can work out a payment plan for me never telling a soul about your Robert Plant imitations in the shower. Mostly, though, I liked watching you shave. Especially when you worked on that section right here." He reached out and ran a finger lightly along Giles' neck where the jugular ran.

"I remember nicking myself there one morning," Giles said softly, "and being very glad that you weren't around to see."

Spike nodded. "If those chains had been any less tough, you'd have found out what I could see."

"You watched me all that time, but you never let on."

"Didn't think you'd appreciate it. Only time I ever heard you say a bloke's name in your sleep, you didn't sound happy. Who's Randall?" Spike blinked at the glare he got.

"Randall is not anyone with whom you need concern yourself." Giles sighed. "Poor, dear Randall." He saw Spike's curious look and smiled reluctantly. "Someone with whom I did my best to reject everything I was raised to believe, and that's all you're going to hear about this from me."

"Chum from your school days?" Spike asked with a grin. "Someone to commiserate with after the bullies got done with you?

"I've only heard horror stories about what schools were like in your day--" He nodded at the flash of memories in the other vampire's eyes "--but my school was nothing like that. My father, having had his own experiences as a lad, for some reason did not think that what was good enough for him was good enough for me. So I had to wait till Oxford to act an idiot." He shook his head. "Lord, when Wesley walked in, oozing that sanctimonious public school aura, throwing his pathetic authority around, I could just picture him in a dormitory somewhere, making some poor first-year boy ..."

"Needn't stop for my tender ears, Ripper," Spike said when he paused. "Let me guess, you felt an urge to give him back a little of what he handed out? Do we need to be making that LA road trip earlier than I planned?"

Images flashed through Giles' mind, then he shook himself. "No, we don't have time for that."

"Yet."

Giles smiled crookedly at Spike. "Yet. But first there are plans to take care of."

"I've had enough of plans for tonight." Spike slid a hand under Giles sweater and discovered nothing but skin underneath. "No shirt?"

"I like the feel of silk and cashmere against the skin." He ran the edge of the red silk shirt's collar through his fingers. "So do you, apparently."

"Only when I can't have somebody else's skin against mine." Holding Giles' eyes with his, Spike ran both hands under the sweater and pushed it up. Giles took over and pulled it off. "And no one ever thought of stealing your shirts," Spike said thoughtfully, running his fingers along muscles.

"Apparently not." Giles started on the shirt buttons but didn't stop when he got to the end, continuing down to the zipper of Spike's tight jeans. Spike closed his eyes. The male hand reminded him of Angelus, but this touch, surprisingly experienced, was gentle. The potential for something rougher was there, but he knew he'd have to go looking for it if he wanted it. Maybe later.

While Giles' hands were busy, Spike slid his own into Giles' hair and pulled him close for a hard kiss, then he reached down for the buttons on Giles' slacks. They weren't as tight as the jeans and slithered obediently down and out of the way. Impatiently, Spike went to his knees to get closer to Giles' cock.

"Very nice," he murmured to himself, fondling the shaft and caressing the balls. Luckily there was a table nearby for Giles to lean on as he wobbled, especially when Spike's cold mouth slowly encircled and pulled him in.

Spike thought of a fantasy of his, of cornering the Watcher in his kitchen some morning, pushing him back against the refrigerator and making him moan helplessly. This was close enough. One hand cradled the testicles while the other slid around Giles' hip to his ass and played delicately with the opening.

Giles buried the hand that wasn't leaning on the table in Spike's hair and tried to quicken the motions. He felt the vampire laugh, then a finger slid inside him. His knees wobbled. Spike's cold tongue caressed his balls briefly, then his mouth went around Giles' cock again, just as another finger found its way in behind. Giles yelled something incoherent as he came, and he was no longer holding himself up. Finally Spike helped him slip to the soft rugs on the floor.

"I love it when the person I'm fucking screams when they come," Spike said, smiling proudly.

Giles forced himself to focus. "Do you scream?"

"You'll see."

Giles realized those insistent fingers were still at work in his ass. "If we're going to do it on the floor, why'd we leave my room?"

"Fair enough."

The big wooden bed was more than roomy enough. Spike hastily got rid of his clothes, snapping the lace on one boot when it knotted on him. Giles ran appreciative hands along the parts he could reach as Spike joined him in bed.

"I believe you said yours was bigger," Giles said thoughtfully.

Spike's eyes almost crossed at the feel of fingers weighing his balls. "Might take--some thorough investigation. Later." He tugged the hand carefully away, then leaned down to kiss his bedmate as he went exploring behind again. Giles kissed him back thoroughly, then grinned and shifted around for a better angle.

"God, I can't wait to see you in leather," Spike said, running his hands up Giles' legs to his butt. His eyes went up to Giles' back, and to the scars. At least he'd kept things from being worse. Once while Angelus had been out disemboweling minions in frustration, Spike had rolled his wheelchair to the door of the room Giles was kept in. Even in extreme pain, the Watcher had fought from letting his captors see how bad it was. British stiff upper lip or simple sheer cussedness? Regardless, seeing the man helpless had both annoyed and excited Spike. If he hadn't had Dru around to distract him ... He ran a light hand along one particularly bad scar, wishing it wasn't there.

"Don't," Giles said softly. "It doesn't matter now. Just ..."

"Right. It doesn't matter now." He had what Angelus could never get anyway, the Watcher willing and eager. Spike was petty enough to really enjoy that. Smiling smugly, he reached down to find the right angle to slide in.

"Dear god," Giles whispered. He couldn't do more than gasp until Spike was all the way in and tight against him.

"If I'd known you felt this good," Spike murmured into his ear, "I really would have sneaked up on you in your kitchen."

"I'd have staked you."

"Bet you wouldn't have." Spike begin to move and reached around to hold Giles' cock. Giles groaned and put his hand over Spike's as he pushed back. Drunk with the unexpectedness of Giles' welcome and the knowledge that he was whole again, Spike knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Holding on with a grip that would have broken human bones, he wrapped his arms around Giles and moved as hard as he could. They both yelled out at the end of it all.

They lay there together, content, for quite a while. Giles idly stroked Spike's leg as Spike rested his head on his shoulder. "We are going to tear this town apart," Spike finally muttered into Giles' ear.

"Yes, we are," Giles said in satisfaction. He nearly yawned. "After a nap."

"Right."

He looked over his shoulder and let Ripper out. "And then it's my turn."

"Good."