Some dialog taken from the BtVS
episode “A New Man”
Coercion
21
The
Old Familiar Faces
Two weeks and a lot of blow jobs later…
Spike dreamed Giles was calling to Xander. Then he awoke and heard Giles’
voice for real. But he wasn’t speaking English, and he apparently hadn’t
noticed Spike where he was cuddled down under the blankets and against
Xander’s broad back. Because of nosy parents, Spike normally retreated to the
chair every evening. This morning, he'd crept back after he heard the trouble
couple leave.
“Huh? Mom?” Mom sure was mumbling a lot. Worse than normal this morning.
Damn, he was naked and there was a naked Spike attached to his back. Better open
his eyes and face the music. What met his vision was not his mother in her usual
frumpy morning state, but a demon’s visage with long curling horns and long
tufty ears. Oh, and fangs. He did notice the fangs. “Ahhh! Demon!” Xander
forgot all about Spike and the fact that he was naked. He leapt out of bed,
scrambling over Spike.
“Xander, listen! Don't you understand me?” Spike heard Giles say in what was
certainly not English as he was left to untangle himself from the blankets.
Spike took a look at what should be Giles as Xander began to throw things, and
started laughing. “Xander. Xander, Stop!”
“It’s a demon! There’s a demon in my bedroom!” he cried and threw
another pot.
“Ow! Spike? You understand me?” Giles said as he cringed in anticipation of
more flying cookware.
“Of course I understand you.” Spike said, sitting up.
“What? You understand it? What’s it saying and why is it in my bedroom?”
Xander held another pot at the ready.
Spike cocked an eyebrow at Xander. “It is Giles, and you’re naked, Pet.”
“What? Who? Giles? Naked?” Xander sputtered as he dropped the pot in favor
of grabbing the red throw off the chair and wrapping it around himself.
“How?”
Giles blinked at the naked Xander antics before addressing an apparently equally
naked Spike. One problem at a time. “I'm speaking English?
“No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl. And . . . by the way, why
the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this
morning?”
“As a matter of fact, I did. Thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find
him. He must undo this and then he needs a . . . good being killed.”
Xander had timidly worked his way around the bed and was peering at Giles from
the foot of it. “What’s he saying? How did this happen?”
“Apparently an old friend turned him for a joke.”
“Can we turn him back?” Xander asked, growing bold and stepping closer to
Giles.
Giles looked from Spike to Xander. “Am I interrupting something?”
Spike snickered. “No. We were sleeping. If you’d come in about six hours
ago…”
“Please, spare me.”
“What?” Xander said, finally arriving on the same page as everyone else. He
looked at Spike sprawled on his very rumpled bed, the dark sheet merely
highlighting the nudity of what parts of him were visible. Then he looked at the
tube of lube on the bedside table, and down at himself. Rosettes of bite marks
covered his chest, belly, and thighs. “Oh, God.”
Spike smirked and Giles rolled his eyes, turning to Xander. “Xander, I don’t
care. Well, I do care, but it’s not important right now.”
What Xander heard was approximately; “Mrrrgh. Arrg rowlg. Rrrguh muuuurph.”
“Giles, Spike and I… we…”
“It’s okay, Pet. He’s saying it’s okay.”
Xander turned back to Giles. “Really? I mean, I know it’s weird.”
Giles sighed, which came out as a snort, and turned long-suffering eyes on
Xander. “Muuurph groxtle murrrph.”
“It really is Giles!” Xander attempted to hug him and learned quickly why no
one ever hugs Fyarl demons apart from their generally bad attitudes.
+++
With some strategically enlisted help from Buffy, they were able to find Ethan,
make him turn Giles back, and sent the chaos mage off to government retention
limbo.
+++
Later that week, Giles asked Xander to come over after work.
“Hey, Giles,” Xander said, badly trying to hide his nervousness. “Not so
horny now I see.”
“Oh, very funny.” Giles served his reluctant guest some hot cocoa and sat
down in the chair facing him.
“You know what this is about, Xander.” Xander shrugged, watching the
marshmallows dissolve in his cup. “I want you to read a couple of things.”
“Homework? I didn’t think this was detention.”
“No, Xander. It’s not.” Giles picked up a worn journal and opened it to a
book marked page. “This entry. June 19th.”
Giles sat back as Xander squinted at the tiny, neat handwriting he recognized as
belonging to Giles.
“We went to Club Payvane finally. I had sworn I never would get a suck job,
but I went. After the magicks we had done earlier, they could have lead me
anywhere. My skin crawled with from the number of vampires there. Wicked E went
straight to this tall, lean fellow. His hair was dyed black as night and his
eyes were as blue as crystal.” Xander frowned at the description. “E pressed
money into the vampire’s hand and said something to him. Before I knew it, the
vampie had me by the hand. T giggled as I went by. ‘Be sure to kiss ‘it when
it’s vamped. Careful of the biters!’
“The vamp led me to an alcove. He didn’t say anything, just pressed against
me and leaned into my neck. I remember he was wearing a velvet jacket, as dark
as his hair. I have only been around one aged vampire, and he had something of
that feeling around him. His breath was cool against my neck. I told it I wanted
to watch. Apparently this was common, because it stepped back a bit before it
changed. I’d seen it before, of course, under controlled circumstances at the
academy, but it never before struck me as erotic. To see handsome human features
change to the caricature that is a vampire’s true face made me suddenly and
unreasonably hard. I know enough about vampires to know he could smell the
change in me. He stepped up close, growling almost subsonicly. He leaned in to
kiss me, but I turned my head. To a vampire, that’s the right thing to do. If
you do not want to be bitten, it’s wrong.
“His breath seemed hot, though I know it had to be the same temperature as
before. He teased me a bit, breathing in my ear and licking my neck before he
finally sunk his fangs in, low on my shoulder where the bite wouldn’t show. I
don’t remember him undoing my shirt. He drew slowly, what for him would be
little sips. I felt as if I were being swirled in a vast maelstrom, relentlessly
moving. When E stepped in to break it off, my hands were clinched in the velvet
and I was riding his leg. E sent the vampire away with another press of money,
then took his place in the alcove.”
Xander blanched when graphic sexual details followed. He closed the book and
handed it back. “That’s um… interesting.”
Giles handed him a second book and wordlessly indicated an entry. It was dated
around a year later.
“Last night was my turn to host Eyghon. I cannot describe the feeling of power
he brings.” Xander’s eyes darted to the date. It was a number of years
before he was born. Xander remembered the demon taking over Jenny and couldn’t
imagine anyone willingly letting it in. “Of course we keep our activities
contained, and D is ever the willing partner. Last night, though E stepping in
the circle, naked and presenting himself to me. I knew he would one day seduce
me, but to use Eyghon as a bridge was impolite.”
Again with the graphic sex. Xander shut the book and stared at the blank,
scuffed red cover. “Was it Spike?” he finally asked.
“Who?”
“In the club. Was it Spike?”
“No. That vampire was much taller. Same color eyes, but not Spike.”
Xander traded the book for his cup, then sat the cold cocoa down untasted.
“So. Ripper?” Xander tried to joke.
“Yes. I got up to much in my youth. I just wanted to show you I know what
it’s like to mess with the dark and dangerous.” Xander opened his mouth to
protest, but Giles stayed him with a raised hand. “I know about Spike, as do
you. But we’ve both spent time with him. There’s something different about
Spike. He’s got a very brilliant mind, when he cares to use it. One thing the
journals all say is how a vampire can possess all human emotions, and from all
accounts it does appear he did fiercely love Drusilla for over a hundred years.
And, he has been assisting us even if it be for his own gain.”
“So you’re going to tell me I should stake him, or kick him out?”
“No, Xander. You’re an adult. You’ve grown up on the Hellmouth and in a
home situation most wouldn’t have survived. But here you are. I can see the
changes Spike has brought about in you. I don’t know what kind of relationship
you have, nor is it any of my business, but he’s been good for you. However, I
must tell you to be careful. He may well consider you a toy,” Xander started
to protest, but Giles pressed on, “for all his words and actions. Spike is a
consummate actor, Xander. It’s part of how he must be to survive. Pay
attention to your instincts and your heart.” Giles sighed and ran a hand over
his hair. “I just don’t want to see you hurt, Xander. You… I consider you
the son I’ll never have.”
Xander grinned and went to Giles who stood and returned his hug. After they had
returned to their seats, Xander felt lost again. “That means a lot to me,
Giles,” he said quietly.
“I mean it. If you ever need anything, I’m here.”
“And you have been. We never thank you for being here, do we?” Giles
shrugged. “Well, thank you.” Xander gave Giles one of his patented grins and
the older man couldn’t help but grin back.
“So, any questions?”
Xander shook his head, embarrassed. Part of him wanted to babble and brag, but
that seemed somehow inappropriate. “Maybe one day in the far future we’ll
get drunk together and brag about all the naughty things we shouldn’t brag
about.” Xander stood to leave.
“Agreed.” With a last hug, Xander headed home, lighter for Giles’, if not
blessing, understanding, and wanting to get his hands on a certain lean vampire.
He wondered how hard it would be to come up with a velvet coat that would fit
Spike.
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