Ripper’s Revenge
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Spike was sitting in a bathtub full of hot bubbly water,
soaking himself free of the dirt and dust, reinvigorating his body in
preparation of worshipping his redheaded goddess, when Giles and Olivia walked
into the mansion. They had knocked on the front door but Spike ignored them in
the hopes they would go away. Of course they didn't. Willow had mentioned
before she left for college that the Watcher may be calling by to drop off a
few books for her to have a look at.
Giles wasn't Spike's favorite person at the moment. Willow had practically
spent the whole weekend at the Watcher’s, thanks to the latest demon scare,
helping with research and during that time, Giles had also voiced a number of
concerns in regards to her relationship with Spike and the depravity and
insanity of him moving back into the mansion. Much to Spike's surprise she'd
told the Watcher, in an incredibly polite but not to be argued with way, to
mind his own business. Spike had cheered her on silently and when they had
finally returned to the mansion just before sunrise, he had shown his
appreciation of her spunk.
So Spike was quite happy to let the Watcher and his piece
of fluff think they were alone in the mansion while he eaves dropped on their
conversation from the bathtub, surrounded by the smell of raspberries.
"Well, Spike's certainly been creative," murmured Giles, taking in
the various changes in the front room of the mansion and his eyes widened as
they fell on the sledgehammer. "That's my sledgehammer, the bastard didn't
even ask!"
"Creative?" asked Olivia, breaking away from Giles to look around the
vast room and through the archways that Spike had made while taking out the
various walls. Huge, comfy, blue brush cotton sofa's sat in what she would
consider the main entertainment area, gathered around a large screen television
and stereo system. Everything looked relaxed and comfortable, she'd almost wish
that Giles would get some decorating tips from the blond. "This is really
nice."
"Hmm, I suppose, although I really don't think Angel would approve. I
guess that doesn't really matter," he mused out loud and upstairs in the
bathtub Spike twisted his face and stuck his fingers up in defiance of the
Watcher’s words. "I wonder where he is? Spike?"
"Maybe he's not here," suggested Olivia.
"No, I'm not, so sod off, you stupid old fart," muttered Spike,
listening as his unwelcome visitors continued their ramblings. There was no way
he was getting out of the bath just to go make nice with the Watcher, knowing
his luck he'd be stuck with the old sod until Willow came back from college and
then some. "Drop the books and fuck off!"
"Let's look upstairs."
Spike bolted up straight in the bathtub. "No, don't bloody well look up
stairs!"
But of course they did and Spike continued to let them think they were alone.
"Well this is..." Giles began in awe of the massive and luxurious
living quarters that the bedroom had been extended to.
"Gorgeous!" exclaimed Olivia, practically turning green with envy.
Giles turned to look at her, slightly taken back by the sight of her nearly
drooling.
"Really? I was thinking more along the lines of extravagant," he
stated, following her over to the bed. "I wonder where he got the
money."
"Could you imagine making love in this bed? It's huge you could..."
Giles didn't hear the rest of what Olivia was saying. Making love in this bed.
It was all he needed to hear for Ripper to pop up and remind him that revenge
is sweet. Quietly, he walked up behind Olivia, his hands rubbing against her
arms, his lips caressing her throat.
"Why do we have to imagine?" he asked her softly as he turned her
about, smiling wickedly.
"Ripper you can't possibly be suggesting..."
"Not in my bloody bed he better not be," muttered Spike, leaning back
in the bathtub quietly. Closing his eyes, he listened to Olivia giggling and
the heavy breathing sounds of Giles while he considered his options. He could
charge out to the bedroom, tell them in no uncertain terms to fuck off, or
rather go home and fuck, and run the risk of getting stuck with them until
Willow came home. Or he could stay in the bathroom and let the Watcher have his
five minutes of fun, change the sheets and never think of it again. He decided
to stay in the bathroom. Sighing in resignation, he reached out and grabbed a
cigarette, lit it and relaxed back in the hot water.
Half an hour later the pack of cigarettes was empty, the water was luke warm
and they were still fucking in the bedroom.
"Viagra, he's got to be on viagra..." muttered Spike, shaking his
head in disbelief. Not able to take sitting in the water anymore, he eased
himself out of the tub and toweled off. One thing was certain, he was sick of
Olivia. She seemed to be moaning in an octave, working her way up the scale
with each moan and thrust before working her way back down. Had he wanted to he
could have sung "Do, Re, Me" to her moans. Pulling on his jeans, he
wandered over to the door, his hand hovering above the handle, and hesitated.
The moans were becoming more frantic, Giles grunts held more force. Shrugging,
Spike dropped his hand. What was another five minutes? Not a lot...if it had
been another five minutes.
"Oh Ripper," screamed Olivia in sheer orgasmic pleasure.
"Oh god," grunted Giles in reply.
"Oh please!" spat Spike, hands clutching his head, elbows resting
against his drawn up knees. He'd sat down against the door some thirty minutes
back, tired of standing up and listening to the two grunting and groaning
individuals. "Come on you bloody fool, she's reached that illusive
precipice, shoot your load, go home and make us all happy."
Unfortunately for Spike, they continued to grunt and groan, hot sweaty flesh
slipping and slapping against each other, their breathing nothing more than
gasping shudders. Spike grimaced as he listened, glancing up at the clock
Willow insisted on having in the bathroom, they'd been shagging like rabbits
for the last hour and a half and all the time Spike had been locked in the
bathroom.
"Oh bloody hell, this is ridiculous," Spike muttered to himself,
standing up and opening the bathroom door. Since he had rearranged the whole
room he got a clear view of the bed and the copulating couple. If he'd ever
wondered what the Watcher's ass looked like he was certainly getting a good
view now. All he could see was white flesh framed by chocolate brown and Giles'
buttocks clenching and unclenching with every thrust. Spike's face fell away in
disgust as Olivia's hand came down to grab at those undulating, thrusting
buttocks and she screamed out the old man’s nickname again, pulling herself up
and looking blindly over Giles' shoulder.
"Fuck," muttered Spike, moving back into the bathroom and closing the
door so he could start to pace. "Come on, you can't keep this up for much
longer or else you're going to have a coronary, old man."
So he continued to pace for the next twenty minutes and his concern over the
Watcher’s health diminished, eventually becoming nothing more than fervent
wishes that the silly old sod would just drop dead on top of his shagging
partner. It wouldn't be the first time
something had died in that bed. Spike
glanced up at the clock again, ten minutes until Willow would be walking
through the front door. Spinning around, he prepared to open the door and break
up the happily bonking couple, not wanting Willow to walk in on them, when he
heard the sweetest sound in the world.
"Oh, Ripper," screamed Olivia, her voice hoarse from her repetitive
musical groans.
"Oh, YESSSSSSSSSSS!" hissed Giles before gurgling like a happy baby.
"Oh, thank god," exclaimed Spike throwing his hands up in the air.
Moving back to the door, he rested his forehead against it, waiting and
listening as the two sex fiends regained their breath and clothes before
giggling and making a quick exit. "About bloody time."
Cracking the door open, he took a quick peek to make sure they had really left,
although he'd heard the front door close behind them on their way out, but he
just needed to be sure since his eyes wouldn't be able to handle seeing Giles'
ass again. As it was he was certain the image had been burnt into his retinas.
Stepping out into the main room, his nose wrinkled up in disgust as the smell
of sex, sweat and midlife crisis hung heavy in the air.
"At least we changed the sheets, you bloody tosspot," cursed Spike,
striding toward the bed. He stopped mid stride as he heard the front door open
and groaned. "Great, they've come back for a second round."
Wildly, he glanced about the bedroom, thinking that maybe they had forgotten
something. He couldn't see anything and spun to face the door as footsteps
approached.
"Willow," Spike exclaimed as his redheaded goddess walked in, dumping
her bag and walking directly to him.
"Hello, Spike," she breathed, her hands running over his naked chest,
using her body to back him towards the bed. Her lips locked with his and she
pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his lap, one hand resting on his
chest.
"Love, I...we..." Spike pulled back from her, trying to think of the
best way to tell her why he was currently sitting in a wet patch.
"No..."
"What?" Willow frowned at him.
"Why don't we..." Spike was debating what to say when Willow smiled
and kissed him. Leaning over him, her hand pressing hard against his chest, she
pushed him back and balanced herself by putting her free hand onto the bed ~ in
the middle of a wet patch. Her eyes widened and she looked at Spike.
"Why is the bed wet?"
"The Watcher shagged his piece of fluff senseless on it," Spike
winced at the confession, Olivia's musical moans and the sight of Giles pale
pulsating buttocks humping away was still haunting him. "It was horrible,
I was stuck in the bathroom for hours..."
Willow's face blanched, the faint traces of color disappearing, leaving it
nothing more than a mask of white. Then she frowned before curling her lips
back in revulsion.
"Eww..." she exclaimed, looking down at the bed, her eyes widening in
horror as she realized exactly what her hand was resting in. Immediately she
drew it back and jumped up off the bed, holding her hand at arms length, her
face grimacing in repulsion. "I mean that's just....eww...." she
hissed, wiping her hand on a dry patch and pulling Spike back up onto his feet.
"At least we changed the sheets at Giles...oh that's just eww."
For the first time in his entire existence, Spike couldn't think of a better
description for the grotesqueness of the situation. Willow was breathing hard,
looking at her favorite set of midnight blue satin sheets, unwanted images of
Giles and Olivia playing in her mind.
"I think we should perhaps..."
"Burn them," stated Spike, reaching out and pulling the offending
sheets off the bed.
"Yes," agreed Willow, stepping back so she didn't have to touch them.
"Its just so eww..."
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