Fic: Lover's Knot (Giles/Willow) NC17 (Part 1)

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Hi, Guys.  This is my first time posting.  I chose two of my favorite stories for you today.  I want to let you know, though you’ll notice most my work has a G/W pairing, I don’t consider myself a normal shipper.  I more throw them into extreme situations and see what they do.

I hope you enjoy.  Remember, I’m a virgin, so be gentle.  I know he would.  (BTW, if that joke didn’t at least make you smile, my stuff probably won’t hit the spot for you.)

Title: Lover’s Knot
Rating: NC17 / FRAO
Pairings:  Giles/Willow non-ship, Giles/Spike slightly
Warnings: Angst, forced sexual contact.
Disclaimer:  Characters belong to Joss et al.  I just play with them.
Timeline: Season three, Lover’s Walk

Summery:  In the episode “Lover’s Walk”, what if Spike had captured Willow and Giles?  How far would our favorite librarian go to protect one of his girls?
Note:  This was inspired a lot by the wonderful story “Lover’s Retreat” written by dragonydreams.  The ‘what if’ just wouldn’t leave me alone, so this is my version of how it could have happened.

Thanks:  Will_conqueror1 for her awesome Beta, and my two in house proofreaders.
Total Word Count: 13,200

Lover’s Knot

Willow walked into the empty library and quickly scooted around the counter to retrieve the keys for the book cage.  As her fingers touched the keys, Giles appeared in his office doorway and greeted her, making her nearly jump out of her skin.

“I apologize if I startled you, Willow,” Giles said with amusement and just a touch of suspicion in his gentle voice.  “Was there something you needed?”

“Eh…  Yes, I mean, no, I mean…  Aren’t you supposed to be camping or something?”  Willow fidgeted uneasily.

“Yes.”  Giles smiled at the girl’s guilty blush.  “But I got caught up in some reading and found that I wouldn’t be able to set up camp before losing the light.  I will go first thing in the morning.”  He closed the book he’d been holding, placing a finger inside to keep his page.  Walking toward Willow, he removed his glasses.  “Now, let’s hear your reason for being in the empty school library at this hour, shall we.”

“I…  I just wanted to borrow a book.  For research,” she squeaked.  Willow’s gaze darted around, avoiding his face.  She couldn’t take that fatherly, nonjudgmental, caught-you-in-the-act look he could give her better than anyone else.

“Tell me what you’re up to, Willow.”  He smiled.

“Well, I’m hoping she’s up to giving me what I need,” a familiar voice drifted from the dark of the stacks.

“Spike!” Giles growled, moving towards the danger to get between the vampire and the girl.

Spike vaulted the banister and landed in front of the Watcher with a toothy grin.  “Don’t worry, Mate.  Not gonna hurt your little bit.  Just need her to do a little somethin’ for me.”

“Willow is not doing anything that involves you at all.”  Giles dropped the book and his glasses and lunged at the vampire.  The next instant, he was flying backwards and colliding with the counter.  The all too familiar darkness of unconsciousness quickly closed in on him.

Spike strode towards Willow with a sloppy smirk.  “You’re coming with me, Little One.”  He easily slung the bigger man over his shoulder.  “And if you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll just take it out on your big, strong protector here.”

“All right,” Willow agreed and followed.  “Just don’t hurt him anymore.”

***

Bam… Bam… Bam…  Giles slowly came to as the sound of pounding drilled through his aching head.  His low moan of pain made Willow drop the piece of wood she was trying to break through the door with, and hurry to check on him.  The girl sat on the edge of the strange bed, placing a light hand on his shoulder in an attempt to help him focus. 

“What happened?” Giles groaned, pressing a palm to his temple to keep his head from splitting open.

Willow spoke quietly in consideration of his headache.  “It was Spike, remember?  He kidnapped us from the library.”

“I remember.  Please tell me I got at least a couple of swings in before he knocked me senseless.”

The girl smiled at him.  “You fought very bravely.  I’m sure he’ll feel the lumps you gave him…  That is, once he sobers up.”

Giles couldn’t help returning a small smile, knowing that Willow was lying to him.  He gave a heavy grunt of pain as he sat up.  “What does Spike want with you anyway?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Well…  He told me the whole story.  It seems Drusilla broke up with him and cheated on him with a chaos demon.  I think he’s really bad off because first he cried on my shoulder, then he threatened to kill you, then he cried some more and threatened to cut my face with a broken bottle, then he drank some more and threatened to kill you again…”  Willow thought a moment.  “Geez, have you ever noticed how many bad guys seem to want you dead?”

“It has occurred to me,” Giles rubbed a hand through his hair.  “And to answer the question…”

“Oh yeah…  He wants me to do a love spell to get Dru back for him.”

The Watcher looked at her with worried eyes.  “And what would give him the idea that you could do a love spell?”

Willow began to fidget again and looked down.  “Probably because he saw me in the magic shop earlier, buying supplies.”

“Willow,” Giles gently lifted her chin to make her look him in the eyes.  “What have you been conjuring?  I’ve warned you before that magick is not a game.”

“I know,” she whined, “and you can scold me about it later.  But shouldn’t we try to get out of here while he’s gone?”

“Of course…  Where did he go anyway?”

“Oh, I told him I needed a book that I left at Buffy’s house.”  The girl smiled proudly.

“Very good…  And it won’t take much for Buffy to think of checking Spike’s last known lair.  I am assuming from the charred décor that we are in the factory.”  Willow nodded at his assessment.

“Sorry, Kiddies, didn’t quite make it to the Slayer’s.”  Both of the prisoners whipped their heads around to see Spike standing at the bottom of the stairs.

***

At the high school, Buffy was entering the library to start her nightly workout routine.  She only made it a few steps before Xander, Cordilia, and Oz entered behind her.

“Hey, Buffster,” Xander called.  “We were supposed to meet Willow here to go bowling.  You seen her?”

“No.  I just got in from my first patrol.”

Cordilia leaned on the counter.  “Why don’t you ask Giles?  The guy practically lives here, right?”

“He’s not here,” Buffy answered.  “He was going on a little retreat in the mountains this weekend.”

“Um…  Guys,” Oz was staring intently at something on the library floor.  “I’m getting the feeling he might not have made it that far.”

Xander walker over and picked up the book lying opened, pages crumpled against the floor.

“What?  Someone dropped a book,” Cordilia shrugged.

Buffy shook her head.  “Oz is right.  Giles would never treat a book like that.”

“And he wouldn’t go anywhere without these.”  Oz picked up a cracked pair of glasses.

“But who would want to kidnap Willow and Giles?  Talk about boring conversation,” Cordilia sighed.

“I don’t know about Willow,” Xander growled, “but I can think of someone with a history of snatching Giles.  Among other things…”

“Don’t start,” Buffy snapped.  “But we will go to Angel’s place.  See if he’s heard anything…  He’ll want to help.”

***

Giles stood, pulling Willow behind him, the massive size of his body in comparison to hers completely obscuring the girl from Spike’s view.

 “You just forget about her, Spike.  I’ll do whatever kind of spell you want.”

Spike looked the older man up and down with an amused smirk.  “I guess you might have a bit of magick buried somewhere deep inside all the tweed, Watcher.  But the little girl has untapped power that I’m betting will taste so very good.”  The vampire stuck his nose in the air and inhaled deeply.  “Oh yes…  And her power’s not the only way she’s untapped…”

“Hey,” Willow peered around Giles’ shoulder.  “I thought we had this whole ‘having’ talk and agreed that there’d be none of that.”

Spike took a few slow strides toward them.  The prisoners backed away, Giles always keeping his protective position.  “You see,” the vampire laughed, “that’s one of the lovely perks of being a bad guy.  You get to change the rules and nobody’s surprised.”

“If you even touch her, you’ll never get your love spell.”

Spike released a loud, joyous, spine-tingling laugh.  “Don’t need it anymore.  A funny thing happened on the way to the Slayer’s house.   I ran into a gang of ponces that used to work for me.  Seems someone wants me run outta town.  Oh, but you should have seen it, Mate.  I haven’t been in a brawl like that in ages.”  Spike let out a softer, more reminiscent laugh.  “Made me realize what I really need to do.  I need to show Drusilla I’m still the demon I used to be, the demon she fell in love with.”

 “She’s not here,” Giles rumbled.  “I suggest you go find her and leave us alone.”

“Yeah…  I was about to do that.  But then I thought…  What better way to get back into practice than to come and take a pretty, little witch’s virginity?  And the fact that she’s the Slayer’s best friend…  Well, that’s the kind of bonus that just makes my non-beating heart quiver.”

“Giles?” Willow whimpered.

The Watcher spun around and wrapped his arms around the girl, pulling her as deep into his broad chest as he could.  “Don’t worry,” he whispered soothingly.  “I won’t let him lay one finger on you.”

The vampire tilted his head to take in the sweet scene before him.  Now that was an interesting idea.  A way to hurt the Slayer’s best friend and destroy her Watcher, all at the same time.  And all he’d have to do was watch.  Oh the joy of true evil!  A twisted smile curled Spike’s lips and he began to speak in syrupy, friendly tones.

“Oh, come on, Watcher.  It’s been forever since I’ve had a sweet, young thing.  I’m sure you know all about that.”

Giles faced the vampire once more with hatred and determination on his face.  “Fine, Spike.  If you’re so desperate for a shag, why settle for a child?”

“Hey, I am eighteen.”  Willow’s voice was so small Spike likely didn’t catch the comment, but Giles’ hand clamping down on her wrist warned her to stay quiet. 

 “You know a little girl can’t be enough to satisfy you.  Why don’t you try someone who knows how to fuck?”  He spread his arms, half offering, half daring the vampire.

Willow stood behind the Watcher, her eyes wide.  Did that just come out of Giles’ mouth?

“Now that’s a hero; willing to throw yourself on the sword, as it were, for one of your little gang.  And, while I’m sure riding you into the ground would be a fun, albeit short, experience, I have something a bit different in mind.”

Another whimper from Willow brought Giles’ arms back to form a protective cocoon around her.

“I’m feeling rather generous at the moment,” Spike cooed, holding onto the bedpost and swinging back and forth.  Both prisoners looked at him with distrusting eyes, waiting to hear what his idea of generous would be.  “Since I’m thinking I’m not the only one here in need of a bit of action, I give you a gift, Watcher.  I’ll let you have her…  But I get to watch!”

Willow felt all the air go out of Giles’ lungs.  “What do you mean, let him have me?  Will you let us go?”

“If I’m satisfied…  But only after the game.”

“I can’t,” Giles’ voice was hollow.  “You can’t make me do that.  I won’t treat her that way.”

Spike smiled, reveling in the fact that he had found a torture even Angelus could not have dreamt up.  “Well, that would be the game, Rupert.  This is a kind of ‘it’s you or me’ deal.  And I’m sure, in all those lovely, little books you have, you’ve read somewhere about all the naughty things William the Bloody likes to do to those poor, innocent virgins.”

Willow let out a small yip, and her fingers dug into the material at the front of Giles’ shirt as she caught on to exactly what kind of game Spike wanted to play.   She looked up, but Giles was staring over her head, not willing to look at her.

His voice was more resolute when he finally said, “No deal, Spike.  I will not let you make me hurt Willow.  Let her go and I’ll submit to anything you can think to do to me.  Torture me to death, fuck me to death, even bore me to death.  If you let her go, I won’t fight you.”

“Noble,” Spike mused, “But you’re forgetting one thing.”  In an instant, Spike was standing behind Giles, one hand clamped bone-crushingly tight on his shoulder and the other gripping the hair at the top of his head, pulling it to one side.  The vampire’s sharp fangs scraped along the Watcher’s vulnerable neck as he spoke.  “I’m the one making the rules for this game.  Who will be here to protect her after I tear your throat out?  Better, I could easily drain you just enough so that you can helplessly watch me rip your little bit apart from the inside out before you die.”

Willow watched in terror.  The expression on Giles’ face never showed fear, but she could feel his heart beating.  It was racing like that of a small bird caught in a net, threatening to pound through the walls of his chest.  She had to do something.  Even if Spike didn’t bite him, she feared he might just have a heart attack.

“We’ll do it!” she screamed, trying to conceal the squeak in her voice.  “Don’t hurt him and we’ll do whatever you want.”

“I see why you like this one, Mate,” Spike chuckled, backing away and slipping back into his human mask.  “She’s a smart little bird.”

Giles, at last, looked down into Willow’s eyes, his own threatening to flood.  “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, tenderly brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.  “I’ll find a way to get you out of here.  I promise.”

“Giles, if he didn’t even make it to Buffy’s house, she might not know we’re in trouble.  If there’s even a small chance that we’ll both live through this, I’m going to take it.”

“Do you understand what it is he wants me to do?  I don’t want to hurt you, Willow.”

“Oh, I understand,” Willow swallowed hard.  “And… research girl here.  I know everything that’s supposed to happen.” 

“That’s not what I mean.  I can’t…  I’m not supposed to…”  Giles’ eyes drifted to the floor.  “This should be special for you.  With someone you really care about and who really cares about you.  I’ll hurt you by taking all of that away.”

With a light touch of her small hand, Willow raised his chin to make him look her in the eyes again. “But, Giles, you are the gentlest, most caring man I’ve ever met.  I know you could never do anything to hurt me.  Plus, I know I care about you because I’d do just about anything to help you.  And, I’m pretty sure you care about me because…  Hey, offered to have gay sex with a demon so I wouldn’t have to.”

“Willow…” Giles shook his head.

“Hey…  Resolve face here…  Don’t make me have to get all… all… aggressive on you.”

Giles pulled her head to his chest and held her tight.  She was so small, so innocent.  His mind raced for any other possibility of escape.  Any possibility he could overpower Spike.  Anything he could offer that the vampire wouldn’t be able to resist.  But there was no hope.  And if he did go through with this evil game and they by some chance survived, how was he ever going to forgive himself?

***

Oz’s blue van pulled up outside of the mansion on Crawford Street.  The four teenagers looked at each other, worry plainly written on all their faces.

“You guys stay here,” Buffy ordered.  “I’ll go in and ask if Angel knows anything.”

Xander slid the door open.  “I’m coming with you.”

“It’ll be faster if--”  The look on Xander’s face stopped Buffy’s argument.

As Buffy ran through the door, Angel rose from his seat, surprised to see her.  He could tell from the expression on her face that she was near panic.

“What’s wrong, Buffy?  Has something happened?”

“They’re gone,” she began quickly, “Willow and Giles.”

As the conversation continued, Angel was well aware of Xander entering the mansion behind Buffy and slowly skirting the edge of the room.  The boy made his way to the curtain that hung in the doorway of what was now the bedroom.  Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Xander push the material aside and lean his head in, scanning the room intently.  Angel wasn’t going to stop him, wasn’t even going to draw attention in case Buffy might feel the need to stop him. 

How could he blame the young man for being suspicious?  Last time Xander came to this place, he did find his friend there.  He found Giles in ruins, ravaged by cruel torments dispensed from Angel’s own hands.  He had seen the pleasures of the demon that lurks within.  Angel didn’t expect that he could ever win back what little trust there had been between them in the first place.

“We’ll find them,” the vampire reassured Buffy.  “Whoever took them must know how important they are to you.  You have to believe they’re alive somewhere.”  He placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder, and gave a short nod as Xander approached them.  “You guys go see if you can get anything out of Willie.  I’ll check some of my underground sources, then meet you at his bar.”

***

Willow extracted herself from the Watcher’s grasp and took his hand, leading him to the foot of the bed, where she sat.  With an infuriatingly self-satisfied grin on his face, Spike sat in a wooden chair by the wall and rocked it back and forth. 

Giles looked over at his demonic audience with a mixture of hatred and surrender in his eyes.  “Y-you wouldn’t happen to have a… a…”

“What the hell would a vampire need with a condom?” Spike laughed.

With a grumble consisting of a few choice curse words, Giles squatted down in front of where Willow was sitting.  “Are you sure about this?” he asked, needing to hear her conviction again.

“Am I sure about my choice between you and Spike?”  She spoke in a calm, gentle voice, sensing that his mind was in a state of complete chaotic distress over this.  “Absolutely positive that I choose you.”  She reached out, her hand hesitating in mid-air for a moment before continuing on to lightly brush through the hair over his left ear.  The boundaries of touching him in such an intimate manner seemed a moot point now.  “In fact, with the choice between you and most the non-demon males on earth, I think my answer would be the same.”

Her reassurance brought the tiniest smile to his lips and a slight red tinge to his cheeks.  In his current position, the brightest of what little light there was in the room fell across his eyes.  Willow had had very few chances to study them without the interfering distortion of his glasses and at that moment they captivated her.  They were spectacular.  Two crystal clear pools of emerald green, with a brilliant patch of amber at the leftmost side of the left iris.  They were so soft, looking at her with such gentle kindness.  It was impossible not to get lost in those eyes.

She almost missed it when he started speaking seriously to her again.  “I have been tested and I’m clean,” he said quietly.  Willow blinked several times at his sobering statement.  “And I promise you, no matter what happens, I will not… um… r-release inside you.”

For a moment she could only manage to stare at him.  More words she never expected to hear from Giles’ mouth.  “Oh…  Yes…  That’s… uh… probably good.”

They both jumped at the sound of Spike clapping his hands together and rubbing them expectantly.  “Right!  Now that we’re all on board with having a bit of fun here, let’s get to some strippin’.”  His captives blinked at him.  “Come on.  The whole point of watching a skin show is the skin.”

Willow’s hands tentatively moved towards the hem of her smooth, pink sweater, but Giles caught them and held them in place.  He looked into her eyes until he was certain she understood, and then stood to face the vampire.

“I’ll strip, Spike,” he said, beginning by pulling off his vest.  The jacket of his suit had been left at the library.  “Willow stays as she is.”

“What makes you think I want’a eyeful of your rotting carcass?”

“Because you’re a vampire.  To a vampire flesh is flesh, the shape in comes in is of little concern to you.”

Spike nodded.  “True.  Okay, she’s your gift, Watcher.  If the clothed girl thing is what turns you on, I say go for it.”  Soon the shirt and the undershirt disappeared and Giles was working on his belt buckle.  “What have we here?” Spike laughed, catching sight of the tattoo just above the crook of the Watcher’s left elbow.  “The mark of a disciple of the Sleep Walker.  Maybe you weren’t just tryin’ to blow smoke up me before.”  He grinned at Willow.  “Looks like you might be in for something of a treat, Little Red.  Someone who knows how to fuck, if I remember right.”

“Willow knows all about my past with Eyghon,” Giles spat as his pants dropped down his legs.  “In fact, she’s the one who found the means of defeating the demon.  Something you might do well to remember.”

“Yeah, I’ll shake in my boots later if you don’t mind,” Spike chuckled, his eyes unashamedly taking in the body of the now naked Watcher.

Giles returned to a kneeling position in front of Willow.  As he attempted to capture her focus again, the girl’s eyes darted around.  She tried desperately not to let him catch the few quick glances down she made.  He silently cursed himself, realizing that he just unceremoniously stripped off in front of a girl who might never have even seen a completely naked man before.  His expression softened as he endeavored to put her at ease.

“It’s all right,” he said gently.  “You may look.  In fact, you should look.”  As her dark, doe-like eyes slowly, timidly wandered down his exposed nudity, part of him hoped she wouldn’t like what she found.  Perhaps, if she realized just how old and worn he was, she would not be so resolute in this course of action.  He watched her intently for the slightest hint of repulsion, easily willing to take a bruised ego over any chance of losing this young lady’s trust.

Willow let her eyes drift over his chest.  It was broad and showed his toned musculature.  There was a forest of fine hair spread across it, somehow bringing the sense that this was a man.  Her realm of experience with bared male chests had been Xander and Oz, both smooth, and both boys.  She got stuck there for a few moments, mesmerized by the steady rise and fall motion it made with his breathing.  She followed the forest as it narrowed down his abdomen.  The way he was holding his body showed the tensed strength of his core.  There were scars scattered here and there.  Healed wounds from battles she knew he would never tell her of.  Farther down was a pair of strong and defined thighs.  And nestled in between those…  Willow’s eyes shot back up to his chest.  It looked as steady and strong as it felt when he was holding her.

Her hand drifted forward, wanting to feel what was there, but she stopped it, trying to find the words to ask permission.  She almost jumped when Giles took the hand that was left in limbo and placed it on his chest for her.  Willow’s sweet smile and the feel of her light fingers playing through his chest hair sent warm waves through him.  Giles shuddered and shoved the feelings aside, telling himself it was inappropriate to react in such a way to her, no matter what the circumstances.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmured softly, after giving her time to study him.

The fire-haired girl opened her mouth to answer, then closed it.  Opened it again.  No words.  Finally, she managed, “Do you really want to know?”

“Please,” his voice held a mixture of relief and a hint of rejection as he was sure she’d tell him she didn’t want him touching her.

With her fingers still tracing delicate patterns on his chest, Willow sighed, “I’m beginning to think that tweed is evil.”  He blinked at her in confusion.  Willow’s smile grew.  “Giles, do you really not realize how handsome you are?”

The Watcher closed his eyes as more of the warm waves of arousal washed through him.  This shouldn’t be happening.  Damn Spike!


PART 2