Title: The Bed
Author: meagan <nutmeg@serv.net>
Summary: Picks up after "What Wasted Looks Like." Giles finds out. If you missed "WWLL," either let me know or check out http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Shuttle/9643/series.htm (you'll have to scroll down past all the "Reversal" stuff)
Spoilers: "Passion," "Becoming," and Season 4 rumors and all three parts to "What Wasted Looks Like" (at my site below)
Disclaimer: Of *course* they belong to someone else. If they were mine, things would be different. Specifically, they belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, WB (even though they *really* don't deserve these guys after what they did to us in May), and anyone else I forgot.
Rating: I'm going to guess NC-17.
Distribution: Please ask. If nothing else, it will be at my site.
http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Shuttle/9643/
Feedback: Oh, my, yes, please.
Notes: Yay! I finally finished it! I'm happy to have this piece *done* and no longer hanging over my head, and my stoopid boykitty is happy to have his mom's lap back since she's been sitting in front of her computer all weekend (I won't let him "help" type). This story contains references to events that occur in my "Reversal" series -- specifically "Reversal" through "Special Guest Star." Well, maybe not exactly *references*, but a couple of sentences probably won't make sense unless you read the other stuff. You don't need to read those for the vast majority of this to make sense, though. Anyway, those pieces can be found at http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Shuttle/9643/series.htm
This series (the W/O/S thing you're reading right now that needs a name, in case anyone has any suggestions) will eventually be linked to the "Reversal" series, so consider yourself warned. And this is my first time dealing with Giles for more than a couple of lines, so I'm not sure how well I can work with him. Trivia point: "Polyamorous" is not in the Microsoft Word 97 spellcheck thing. Neither is "polyamory." But "polyandry" is. Go figure.
For Gail, Cinder, Mary Ann, Laure, Saber, Witchlight, Cydney, Rachel, Connie, and Lore. You wanted more? Here's more.

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It was a typical evening for the group. Buffy and Xander were on patrol. Giles was hosting a research party. Attendees were Willow, Oz, and Spike. Ever since he had returned to Sunnydale, the vampire had insisted on helping. And he had apparently befriended Oz at some point. Maybe it was the fact that both refused to allow nature to dictate their hair color, or perhaps because they had both once been normal humans but were now supernatural creatures. At any rate, Giles had given up trying to figure out Spike's attachment to the group.

The research was going well. In fact, they were through. All they had to do was wait for Buffy and Xander to return for debriefing, and they could call it a night. So it was not a shock to hear gentle suckling sounds from the next room. A makeout session. He smiled. Teenagers in love. He moved to the living room to gently remind them that they were not alone in the apartment. *His* apartment.

To his surprise, the soft sucking noises were not being generated by Willow and Oz. Oh, Oz was involved, but his partner was not of the female or even human persuasion. Oz was kissing Spike. And with Willow -- he could now hear her in the kitchen, softly cursing his selection of beverages and their caffeine content -- in the next room. Giles cleared his throat, hoping to disturb them enough to separate in time to avoid Willow's discovery, but they ignored him. At that moment, Willow walked into the room. She frowned when she saw the couple. Giles felt the floor drop from under him at that expression. Then everything tilted on end at her words.

"Hey, you guys, did I give you permission to do that here? Plus you're freaking out Giles."

The two men pulled away from each other with only slightly sheepish expressions. "Sorry, sweetie." Oz moved to her side, gently nuzzling her neck. "But don't get upset at Spike. I started it."

"Really." She turned to Spike. "Is he telling the truth?" Spike nodded. "Well, you're still going to have to make it up to me later." Now he smiled.

Once again, Giles cleared his throat, hoping to rediscover some semblance of sanity. Willow in some sort of polyamorous relationship. With Oz and Spike. And she seemed to be the one in charge. Suddenly, he found himself wondering just what it would be like to have her instructing him to... Well, whatever it was she directed Oz and Spike to do. Invisible fingers tickled his spine, and he realized she was looking at him curiously. As if she could read his mind.

Oz moved to the couch, drawing Willow to his lap. She continued to gaze at the former Watcher. Finally, she spoke. "Ask him."

What in the world does she mean by that? Who is she talking to? Giles was so busy trying to decipher her words that he hadn't noticed Spike moving to stand in front of him.

"May I kiss you?"

Four simple words. Surely he had heard incorrectly. Or maybe the vampire in front of him, awaiting permission or refusal, was merely a figment of his imagination. Or maybe it was all a dream. Yes, that was it. A dream. And that meant that whatever was happening wasn't really happening. But even if it *was* just a dream, this was Sunnydale. There was no such thing as just a simple dream. Then he heard his own voice speak.

"Yes."

The word disturbed him. But only slightly. Actually he was more concerned that he wasn't more wary of -- or offended by -- the situation. Then he noticed movement on the couch. Willow had shifted on Oz's lap, straddling one of his legs, and one of his hands had disappeared under the hem of her shirt. She was having fun watching. Giles slowly turned his attention back to the blond in front of him.

Spike smiled. He wanted to make sure he had the full attention of the other Brit. This type of thing was just much more fun when all participants were aware and willing. He thanked Willow -- frequently and profusely, sometimes creating quite a mess that he was more than happy to clean -- for this discovery. Stepping closer, he murmured, "You know, you look much better when you're not covered in those layers of tweed." Now one hand moved to wrap around Giles' waist, making its way under his thin sweater to caress the skin beneath. The small of Giles' back, focusing on the base of his spine. He closed his eyes. The invisible fingers had nothing on this vampire.

"Giles? Are you okay?" Willow was concerned. He wasn't moving, just standing there while Spike touched him. Had she pushed things too far? Why had he closed his eyes? Was he trying to pretend he wasn't there?

His eyes flew open. A lazy smile spread across his face. "More than." She recognized that look. He was letting Ripper out. This was going to be more fun than she had expected.

Spike watched the smile form, a matching grin overtaking his own face. One hand lifted to the mortal's face, rasping against the stubble along his jaw. Finally, he pointed out, "You're going to have to help me here. Either duck down or get me a chair to stand on."

The statement garnered him a chuckle. "Oh, yes. I must have forgotten." He bent down slightly, catching Spike's lower lip between his teeth.

"Okay, that's enough." Willow stood, adjusting her shirt. Spike immediately dropped his hands and stepped away from the other male.

Ripper became agitated at the movement. "What's going on? You're just going to start something like that and drop it at the spur of the moment?"

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh, no. We're far from done. It's just that Oz heard Buffy and Xander, and they should be here --" A knock at the door interrupted her. "-- Any minute. I guess she lost her key. Again."

"What? She doesn't know about, well, whatever this is?" He gestured to Oz and Spike.

"Nope. Would you care to explain it to her?" Willow had moved to the door, waiting for his answer before she opened the door.

Spike's hand once again found its way to the base of Giles' spine, reminding him that the situation was... complicated. "No, I think not."

The vampire gently licked the back of Giles' neck. "Good choice."

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Buffy bounced in, followed by an exhausted Xander. "Tell them so I can go crawl somewhere and die, Buff."

"We did it. Bad guys gone. Slayer not. I win again." She turned to Giles. "So what's the scoop? Is tomorrow Doom Night?"

He looked at her blankly. How the hell was he supposed to know what tomorrow was? Oh, right -- the research. Willow spoke up. "Well, actually, we were off by a factor of ten. We were tracking down a prophecy that happened a thousand years ago. You're off the hook."

"Great! So, what are we doing for the rest of night?"

Willow shifted uncomfortably. She had realized that this was the best way to get out of having to explain things to Buffy after that first night with Oz and Spike. "Well, Oz and I --"

It worked yet again. "Say no more. *Please* say no more." She grinned. "So this means I can do the movie marathon thing and not have to listen to anyone else whining about what I pick." Her face fell. "Or I could do the paper-writing thing I keep putting off in favor of slaying."

Here was a way to alleviate some of the guilt she was feeling for ditching her friend so she could play with her... whatever they were. "And I'll read it for you after, okay?"

"Great!" Buffy grimaced. "I can't believe I'm actually getting excited about going schoolwork." She sighed. "Okay, Xander, time to escort me home."

He sighed and followed her out the door. Willow watched him carefully. He had changed that summer during that road trip. He had become more subdued, especially around Buffy. She had thought she had an idea what he had been thinking about on his journey when he asked her to talk to Angel for him when he was passing through Los Angeles, but apparently she had been wrong. Now she sighed. Maybe one day he would feel comfortable enough to talk about it.

Door safely closed behind the departing duo, Willow turned back to the living room. "Okay. We have a few options here. First, we can just go our separate ways. Well, Oz and Spike and I will go one way, and Giles will go another. Second, we can pick this up another time. Tomorrow works for me." She moved to stand in front of Spike. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hands slipping under her shirt to stroke her stomach, just as Oz had earlier, taking things one step further by nuzzling her neck. "Or we can keep going. Now. Here."

Giles turned his attention from the witch and the vampire to the werewolf. Oz was still sitting on the couch, watching the scene intently. No jealousy of the fact that another man was holding his girlfriend. Just curiosity about what events were about to unfold. And, if he were to admit the truth, Giles was curious to see just what would happen as well. "Well, I seem to have run out of things to research tonight."

Spike released Willow. She moved to Giles, removing his belt and handing it to Spike. "By the way, 'Buffy' is the safe word."

Giles looked down at the tiny redhead grinning at him. "She does have bad timing."

Again, Willow moved away, this time selecting a spot not next to any one of the men. "Well, Giles, it looks like you're the guest of honor. You get first pick."

Stunned, he could only gape. And repeat her words. "First pick?"

"Yeah. Which one of us. Or them." She frowned. "Unless you changed your mind."

He smiled. "Oh, no." The lazy grin was coming back. "I just can't believe that you're making me pick just one."

Now her mouth was curving in a mirror image of his. "I can't blame you. I know I can't." Oz cleared his throat, reminding her of his presence. "Neither can they."

Oz finally spoke up. "Will, do you think we could go upstairs? It's probably a lot more comfortable up there."

She was still watching Giles. "As long as it's okay with him." He nodded. "Oh, and Oz? Bring the bag."

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The small group reformed in Giles' cramped bedroom. Willow glanced around the room, suddenly remembering something else that had happened in that very room. He followed her eyes around, realizing what she was seeing. Jenny. "Hey, this is not the time to think about that." When she seemed to ignore him, he took her in his arms. "It's about making new memories."

At that, Spike snorted. "Do you moonlight as a greeting card composer?"

"Spike." Oz's voice gently warned him to watch his words. That is, if he expected to get any action that evening.

Willow finally turned her attention away from the bed and to Giles. "So, have you ever -- I mean, is it okay if they -- You know, it was much easier to deal with this when Spike started everything. I'm not sure what questions to ask."

Her confusion made Giles chuckle. "That's all right. This is something that you figure out as you go, and somehow I doubt you've been doing much... exploration in this area." She flushed, and he realized he was right. She knew what she was doing with the other two men in the room, but that was it. He continued. "But I have." She didn't turn redder, but her lips parted, and her eyes grew dark. "It's been a while, though, and I'm not as young as I was then, so we should take things slowly. Wouldn't want to break anything, you know."

Her mouth snapped shut. "Spike. Chair." The vampire sat down, and she took her place on his lap, positioning herself just as she had earlier on Oz's lap. "Oh, wait." She moved to the bag that had accompanied them on their trek up to the bedroom. Giles watched her, wondering just what surprises she had in there. She removed a garment, pulling off her shoes and socks and stripping off her jeans and panties, replacing them with a short skirt clearly intended for one thing only. Easy access. He smiled. She was ready for just about any occasion. "I know I should ask about your history. I trust *you*, Giles, but I don't trust your past." He winced at the reference to his youthful indiscretions until he realized she was not judging him. Merely stating a fact. Something you have to do in this day and age. And she didn't bring up any specific references. He wondered if she knew about Joyce. "So I took the liberty of researching some things. You're good to go. And in case you're wondering, your cholesterol level is dropping nicely." Oh, dear gods and goddesses, she had done some planning. No wonder she had harped about his annual physical exam the previous month. "Plus, considering the amount of bleeding we do on each other, there's not much point in worrying about those things now." Then Willow sat back down on Spike's lap, his fingers trailing along her inner thigh. "Okay. Entertain me."

Oh, no. He would much rather watch her. He followed Spike's fingers tracing their way up, disappearing under the skirt and reappearing every few seconds. He wondered what it would be like to follow that path with his own fingers. Or his tongue. "Will, he won't look at me." Oz's voice broke into his reverie.

She smiled. A gentle smile that put him at ease, but also one that made him wonder just what tricks she had up her sleeve. At that moment, he realized he would indeed do anything she said. And why Spike was so eager to follow her orders. "Well, if he won't look at you, I guess he just won't be allowed to look at *anything*."

Oz pulled a silk scarf out of the bag. Giles decided that it was a very, very good bag indeed. The scarf wrapped around his head, fringed ends draping over his shoulders and onto his chest. Then his sweater was pulled off his body and over his head. The fringe brushed his nipples, and he shuddered at the glancing touch. Gentle fingers pushed at his chest. He stood still, simply trying to remember every sensation. It had been far too long. Willow's voice drifted over to him. "On the bed, Rupert." He obeyed. Her use of his first name sent a thrill down his spine. This was definitely a new side of Willow. He liked it. He found himself hoping that he would please her that evening so he could see it another time.

Of course, it was a new side of Oz as well. Giles felt those fingers drift along his chest once again, this time travelling to his navel. They moved away, and his shoes and socks were removed, soft kisses planted on the soles of his feet. He shifted, leaning back on the bed. The fingers unfastened his pants, pushing them to the floor along with his boxers. A soft gasp from the corner reminded him that there were three other people in the room. Three clothed -- remembering Willow's panties in a heap with her jeans, he amended that to "mostly-clothed" -- people. And he was naked. And the gasp was not one of horror or disappointment. It was more of a "oh, *yeah*, right *there*" sound. He wondered where that spot was. And on whom. Those fingers that had caressed his torso now turned their attention to his cock. They teased and stroked until they were joined by a warm mouth. The tongue swirled around the head of his cock for a few all-to-brief seconds before it moved to trace a trail along the underside of his erection. Then the mouth returned to engulf his entire length. He had been trying to restrain himself -- he didn't want to hurt Oz, after all -- but this was just too much. His hips thrust up, driving himself deeper into Oz's mouth. His hands moved to Oz's head, fingers weaving through the silkier-than-they-look strands. He dimly wondered what conditioner the youth used.

"Oh, no, you don't." Willow once again interrupted his thoughts. "No hands there. We hate that." The use of the word "we" planted curious images in his mind. Maybe he could be a participant in those images if he followed the rules. He dropped his hands to the bed, afraid that disobedience would mean the end of this wonderful experience. "Good boy." He could hear the smile in her voice.

After a few more strokes with his tongue, Oz pulled away. Giles began to reach out in protest but dropped his arms back to the bed. She had said no hands. Then wet fingers brushed against his lips. He opened his mouth, sucking the moisture off. Someone's fluids. Oz's voice sounded from across the room. "Does that taste good?" Giles gasped. If Oz was across the room now, whose fingers were these? And what was on the fingers? What had he done?

A warm body settled in next to him. "It's okay, Rupert. Just me. No magic." Willow's breath danced across his ear. He realized what she meant. Those had been Spike's fingers in his mouth. The fingers that he had wanted to replace with his own earlier. "Would you like the blindfold off?"

He nodded. He wanted to touch her and see her reactions. To see her feel the same things he felt. The scarf was removed. Finally, he was able to speak. "Just you is okay with me." He frowned at the rest of the group. "Am I going to be the only naked one here?"

Willow smiled again. He recognized that smile. Ripper. It looked good on her. "Well, that depends on you. After all, if you want anything done correctly, you have to do it yourself."

He blinked. Then he sat up and looked around the room. Oz was now sitting on Spike's lap, one arm slung around the vampire's neck, the other hand moving lazily over Spike's now-bare chest. Both were watching the scene on the bed with expectant eyes. Giles turned back to Willow kneeling on the bed next to him. Without a word, he sat up and grabbed the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her skirt, drawing them both over her head in one movement. She backed away from him. He first thought it was nervousness or shyness. This was Willow, after all. Then she pulled the pillows from the side of the bed and piled them behind her, settling back and stretching her legs in front of her. He smiled. He was doing a lot of that. She was just getting comfortable. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "Good. Oz didn't finish what he started." He bent his head to her thighs, gently licking his way to her clitoris. Far too gently. Spike's caresses had served only to arouse her, not sate her in any way, and the way Giles was using his tongue was not helping any. She moaned, shifting in an attempt to get more pressure on the nub. Instead of cooperating, Giles pulled away. But before she could move to object, he plunged into her. He began with slow, gentle strokes, but then a cool hand on his lower back urged him on, faster and harder. He turned his head to see Spike stretched out next to them, head propped on one hand, other hand guiding Giles' motions. Spike's hand moved from Giles' lower back to Willow's clit, quickly and skillfully bringing her to orgasm.

"My turn."

Willow frowned. "Spike. . ."

He grinned at her. "Yeah, I know." Now he turned to Giles. "May I fuck you?"

Giles stared, speechless. Once again, Willow spoke up. "Rupert, if it's not, that's okay. He has to ask."

He considered the request. On one hand, he would be demonstrating submissive behavior to Spike. A vampire who had tried to kill them. On the other hand, Willow clearly had a tight rein on him. And it was inconceivable that she would allow anyone to be hurt. And it had been a long, long time since he had experienced a good buggering. Finally he nodded. "Yes, it's okay."

"But first, I need to finish something." Oz was back. On his hands and knees on the bed, between Giles' legs. After Willow, it took only a few quick pulls before the former official Watcher came. Oz sat back on his heels for a moment before moving off the bed, thoroughly satisfied with his actions.

"All right. On your stomach." Spike's low voice sounded at Giles' ear. The order was not immediately followed. Spike grinned, but not the evil grin of a sadist. This was the grin of someone who realized he was going to have to do everything -- and who was going to make sure that every movement was as pleasurable for both parties as possible. He gently rolled the larger man onto his stomach. Then those cool hands began kneading and massaging Giles' shoulders. His arms. His legs. His back.

His ass.

Once again, gentle slurping noises broke the silence. He turned his head toward the chair and saw Oz sitting on the chair, Willow kneeling between his legs, head bobbing. Oz's hands were stroking her hair flared out across his thighs, and his attention was focused on only her, eyes glowing with adoration. "Aren't they beautiful?" Again, that voice at his ear. He nodded. Now hands grasped his hips, lifting him and sliding a pillow under him. "Just tell me if you want me to stop?"

That made Giles break his silence. "Well, first you have to *do* something."

Spike chuckled. "True." He pulled lube out of the bag, squeezing a small amount onto his fingertips and rubbing it around Giles' anus.

And that was when Giles hissed and jumped. "Rupert? Are you all right?" Spike's voice was actually tinged with concern. Curiouser and curiouser.

Now Giles chuckled. "That stuff's cold."

"Ah." Not the expected problem. And one that was easily fixed. "Well, we'll have to take care of that now." He tucked the tube under Giles' body. "Now, what shall we do while we're waiting for that to warm up? Oh, I know." He turned his attention back to the posterior propped on the pillow. First stroking it gently, then kneading it firmly. His next move was to gently and deliberately lick and then suck Giles' tight bud. The human moaned softly and ground his hips into the pillow. Encouraged, Spike pushed his tongue into the puckered hole. This time, Giles moaned loudly.

"Fuck, Spike!" The growl shattered the relative silence of the room.

Spike grinned. "Well, that was the general idea." He retrieved the lube, now warmed slightly, from under Giles and quickly slathered it on his own cock. Slowly, carefully, he eased himself into the ass before him. Warm, willing, eager flesh. But before he started thrusting, he recalled the last time the man beneath him had been in a similar situation. Prone with a vampire's cock buried in him. True, they had never actually discussed it, and Giles had not gone into any sort of detail, but Spike *knew* Angelus, so he could come up with extremely educated guesses about what had happened. To his shock, he realized he actually *cared* about this man. Wanted to make up for every misdeed perpetrated by Angelus. He lowered his mouth to the back of Giles' neck, gently sucking and pulling at the flesh with dull teeth. At first the reaction was instant terrified tension, but then Giles realized what was happening. It was Spike's way of saying -- without using words -- that he was not going to cause any harm. Giles relaxed. Spike began to move slowly, smoothly. Giles closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to surrender to all sensations.

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The next morning, Giles awoke in Willow's arms, her body pressed against his back. Oz was snug against her back, sandwiching her between them, hand resting on Giles' hip. Giles rolled over to face her. "Thank you."

"For what?" Her small hand played with the hair on his chest. Neither Oz nor Spike had it, and it fascinated her.

"New memories."

Her hand froze. "That's not why we did this." She pulled away, turning and sinking into Oz's arms. "I guess I made a mistake."

"Wait." Before he could explain himself, he suddenly realized one of their party was missing. "Where's Spike?"

Oz spoke up. "Sun. Vampire. Home." He cradled Willow's head to his chest. "Maybe we should go, too."

Giles sighed. "No, I think I need to explain something first." He sat up and studied his hands. "Ever since Jenny, I've had nothing but nightmares in here. This room held no comfort. This bed... I can't tell you how many times I've considered burning it." Willow shuddered. She hadn't realized this was *the* bed. She had assumed he had gotten rid of it. And wondered why he hadn't. "But last night, after I fell asleep here with the three of you, I had the strangest dream. We were on this bed, floating in the ocean. Except the bed grew to double or triple its size. Just the four of us, all alone, doing whatever occurred to us."

Willow smiled faintly, but it was a smile that only touched her lips. "It sounds like that movie _Joe Versus the Volcano_. So what did we do about food? Or sun or the full moon?"

His smile was that of a four-year-old telling a story to his parents. Or maybe the other way around. "It was always *almost* the full moon but not quite, so we had plenty of light to see even though it was always nighttime. And there was a magical chest that always had fresh supplies floating next to the bed. The point is, last night turned this bed from the source of all of my nightmares to the place where dreams come true. And, apparently, new dreams are inspired."

"Really?" Her whole face changed. The sadness was replaced with joy and pride. "We did that?"

He leaned down and kissed her. "Yes, you did that."

She beamed. "Okay. I feel better now. There was one more thing that we forgot about last night, though. Oz, did you want to ask Rupert something?"

Oz stretched. "Yeah. I had almost forgotten. And there is just no tactful, tasteful way of saying this, so I'll just say it. Rupert, would you have sex with me? The real thing, not just a blow job."

Giles had thought he had heard everything. He realized he had been mistaken. He turned his attention to Willow. "Is this okay?"

She giggled. "Oh, see, I'm only in charge of Spike. Oz and I are a team. He doesn't have to ask my permission. He just asks for advice sometimes." She paused as if trying to decide whether to drop a bombshell. "Besides, it was my idea."

"I didn't want my first time that way to be with Spike." Oz's nonchalance was stunning. "And neither did he. He said it wasn't fair to me to start with a vampire. And since we had already talked about you, Will thought you would be the logical choice." Giles' response continued to be silence. "I guess it's my turn to ask you if this is okay."

"Oh. Yes. It's definitely okay." He paused. "But not right now. You three wore me out thoroughly last night. I'm afraid I need more sleep first."

Oz grinned. "Good idea. I plan on wearing you out next time."

Next time. His head spun with the possibilities.


~~~ the end ~~~

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