Rated: NC-17 E-mail: astarte@uia.net Pairing: Spike/Giles Summary: The title says it all. Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement is intended, and no financial profit is anticipated. Warning: Slash, bondage, exhibitionism, clichˇs. Notes: This was written last year for a round robin, and I can't remember for which mailing list or where the entire round robin might have ended up, so I decided it needed to be exposed (ahem!) again. :-) Total PWP. The Obligatory Bathtub Scene by atara Copyright (c) 2004 So I have a date with my old friend Rupert for a quick shag and maybe a drink or three, and when I get there, he politely helps me off with me duster. I feel his hands sliding down my arms, and give a little shiver, then suddenly the bleedin' Watcher has snapped handcuffs on me wrists! Before I have time to finish sayin' "What the fu . . .?" he explains, "We're playing my way tonight, Spike. Understand?" Oh yeah, I understand. "I'm all yours, luv, " I say, giving my voice just enough of an edge to remind him I could take him any time I like. He removes the cuffs long enough for me to strip, then puts them back on. He's looking me up and down, and I shiver again. I'm such a soddin' wanker sometimes, but Rupert Giles can make me shiver with a look. He drags me into the loo, and I'll be fucked if he doesn't chain me up in the god damned bathtub! Just like when I was a prisoner here. Except this time, I'm as naked as the day I was born. Rupert's eyes rake me again, and I wriggle invitingly. But he goes and changes into his dressing gown and gets himself a glass of wine and then sits on the toilet, murmuring, "Now, what shall I do with you?" as he sips. Finally he puts down his glass and comes over to play with my nipples. Ah, bloody 'ell, I see Ripper gleamin' in his eyes. He pinches and twists them, pulling hard. Lightning shoots straight down into my cock, which is saluting Rupert with all its might. But the flamin' poof ignores my cock, turns my head towards him, opens his dressing gown and shoves his own into my mouth. I'm sucking him off as only a vampire can, and he's moaning, and pulling on my hair with his fingers, and *then* there's a bloody fucking *knock* on the door. Rupes doesn't move, and I keep sucking, but the knocking gets more persistent. He hasn't come yet, and I know he's not going to come now with the distraction. "Oh bugger it!" he snaps, pulls out of my mouth, and ties the belt of his dressing gown. I wonder if it's tented as he walks to the door. It's the friggin' Scoobies of course, and Rupert's Watcher buddy Wesley Windpassing-Twice or whatever his name is. I can hear Rupert stammering--must be nervous. He talks to the others, and meanwhile, I'm stuck in this soddin' bathtub. Time passes, and my arms are starting to cramp a bit, and my dick is still hard as a rock, and I'm bloody bored. So I start to make noise, kicking at the tub with my feet and groaning loudly. I hear Rupert trying to assure them there's nothing wrong. So I make more noise. I'm having fun. That's what *he* gets for leaving *me* chained up in here while he talks to the Slayer and her gang. It works. They all come pushing into the bathroom, ignoring Rupert's protests. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and I'm happy to report that I had a right stiffy. I start writhin' a bit and wrigglin' and lookin' at the crowd from under my eyelashes. My cock is upright for all to see, and it's a pretty nice one, if I say so meself. I notice that the other Slayer, that psycho chick Faith, is there too. A vampire couldn't ask for a more appreciative audience. Mr. Windpassing-Twice looks like he's catchin' flies, his jaw has dropped so much. The girls are all pretending not to look at Mr. John Thomas and failing miserably. I can't tell if Xander is disgusted or impressed. Suddenly I look up as if I've just noticed they're there. I raise one eyebrow slowly with a bored expression, as if to say, "What's the big deal? You never seen a chained-up vampire in a tub with a hard on before?" I see Rupert glaring at me with that icy Ripper stare of his, then downing a glass of wine in one swallow. I'm in *big* trouble now. Once Rupert gets rid of all his unwanted guests, it'll just be helpless ole Spike at the mercy of one pissed off Rupert Giles. This evening is turning out just *so* much better than I expected. And my cock gets even harder in anticipation. End.