Title: Doing Harm
Author: Fabrisse and Gileswench
E-mail: Fabrisse@hotmail.com or gileswench@yahoo.com
Pairing: G/H, G/B
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I
just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my
twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.
Notes: I'm a bad, bad woman!
Summary: The humiliation of Giles continues Part 5of "The Bet" series
Spoilers: Through Season 3
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly
sought.
Distribution: UCSL, GilesRulesBaby. All others ask and ye shall receive

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce stood in the doorway looking smug. "Well, you
seem to have managed your first task. I'm not a cruel man and since
you used your veto so early, I've decided to let you choose between the
two
most vapid people in town. And quite possibly the state of California.
So, who will it be? Devon or Harmony?

Giles glared at Wesley. "You do seem fond of relaxing the rules. A
dangerous habit for a Watcher, wouldn't you say?"

"Just be grateful that I'm a compassionate man, Mr. Giles. The Council
could have sent someone less willing to do you a favor."

"Favor? When did I ask any favor of you? And since when is it doing me
a favor to force me to violate one student or the other? I could be
deported for this, you realize. What if they haven't ever..."

"You needn't worry on that score. They are both eighteen and
legendarily promiscuous. That you knew neither of those facts is enough
to convince me of their discretion as well."

"Very well, then," he conceded. He tossed a coin mentally and it came
up heads. "Harmony it is."

He was surprised to see a brief flicker of - something - in Wesley's
eyes as he announced his decision. That certainly called for further
exploration when it came time for revenge. And that time would come.
Ripper would have his due for this.

"I shall make the necessary arrangements."

"You?"

"I thought it best to have a middle man involved in case the lady
cannot be as discreet as I hope. You see, I really do have your best
interests at heart." He oozed a greasy smile at Giles. "I'll make that
call now. Be at The Bronze in a hours' time. The girl will meet you
there.

"The Bronze? Are you out of your mind? Bloody hell, man, why don't you
simply take out an ad in the school newspaper?"

Wesley's smile widened. "If you wish to be reinstated as Watcher, Mr.
Giles, I suggest you be at The Bronze in one hour ready to...what is
the term?...ah, yes, "partay". This is my game; you will play by my
rules."

Giles fought back the urge to hit Wesley. He had to keep control until
this fiasco was at an end. And he had one hour to prepare himself to
fuck Harmony Kendall.

###################

Arriving at The Bronze, Giles was alarmed when he realized the band on-
stage was Dingoes Ate My Baby. Wonderful. That meant any number of the
Slayerettes might be present. In fact, there was Willow sitting with
Xander and Buffy. She started to wave him over, but he frowned and
shook his head, melting into a convenient shadow in the corner.
Luckily, the redhead got the hint.

Moments later, there was a conspiratorial whisper at his shoulder.

"Hi there. So, you wanna go to my place?"

Giles' eyes flickered down to see Harmony by his side.

My car is outside. I shall go sit in it. Join me in five minutes."
There was no way in Hell he was going to have them leaving together.

"Don't be silly! The Secret Agent game comes later."

*Dear God, she's serious!*

"Harmony, I have no wish for this...assignation to become public
knowledge. Have you ever heard of discretion?"

"No. Is it somewhere near Luxembourg?"

This would be the longest night of Rupert Giles' life.

###################

Harmony led Giles toward her bedroom. The girls' parents were away and
had left no one to look after their daughter. It had always disturbed
Giles how little care Sunnydale parents took of their offspring. Willow
and Xander had been left to virtually raise themselves. He'd never even
heard Oz mention having parents. At least Buffy had a loving mother. It
sometimes seemed as if she was the only young person in town who did.
And even Joyce had tried to burn her own daughter at the stake
recently. True, she was under the influence of a demon at the time, but
it still gave him pause.

The girl flung her door open. Giles had to blink several times and
swallow hard.

The room was a miasma of sickly pastels: bubble-gum pink, that vaguely
nauseating shade of green used for lime sherbet, watery lavenders, a
yellow that reminded him strongly of something that had dripped from
his nose during a particularly nasty sinus infection all mixed into a
My Little Pony rainbow. And unicorns everywhere.

*If I close my eyes and then open them quickly, perhaps I'll find that
this is just a nightmare and I'm still being tortured by Angelus.*

#################

Harmony had gone into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom to "slip into
something more comfortable". Giles wondered how many clichŽs the girl
would insist on playing out. And how many mirrors did she need in her
room? In addition to the one atop her dresser, there was a full-length
one hanging on her closet door and several smaller ones on the walls.
Dear merciful heavens! There were even mirrored tiles above the bed
itself. What would she ever do if she was turned? Probably dust herself
in a fit of frustrated vanity.

Giles decided he'd best undress before Harmony returned. Maybe he would
also divest the bed of several layers of stuffed unicorn toys. He was
almost afraid to do so. They were staring at him in the most unnerving
manner.

Up until this point he'd been grateful that Harmony was at least
pretty. Now he wasn't sure he'd be able to perform in this sick-making
room with that brainless little twit. Of course, that was the idea,
wasn't it? To force him to fuck the most appalling cock-wilters in
Sunnydale. To make him writhe with shame. To make Buffy think him a
degenerate should she ever find out. And he knew one day she would.
Then she would hate him and never trust him again. That was what the
Council wanted. It didn't matter to them that it would almost certainly
lead to Buffy's early demise. Perhaps that was really their ultimate
goal.

But for now, there was this trial to be gotten through. For Buffy, he
reminded himself. It had been his mantra since this travesty had begun.

Once again, he rallied his intestinal fortitude and found the strength
to sweep the pile of soft toys to the floor and pull down the bedding.
Soon he was naked and had placed the box of condoms on the nightstand
within easy reach.

Just as he slipped between the gaudy pastel sheets that resembled
nothing so much as a Technicolor rendition of Monet's water lilies,
Harmony struck what she thought was a sexy pose in the doorway. Giles
blinked once. Then again. Then he removed his glasses. He didn't want
to see this.

She wore a cheerleading outfit. One that had been run through a prism
of cheap porno flicks and Barbie doll fantasies.

The striped sweater was angora in bubble-gum pink and baby blue. It had
an extremely low vee neckline, bared her midriff, and had cut out holes
for her breasts. The skirt barely reached below her crotch, and was
formed of alternating gores of the two sickly-sweet colors. Underneath
was a lividly pink garter belt with muti-hued pastel stockings
attached. On her feet she wore baby blue sandals with ankle straps and
glittery spike heels. Her hair was held in two pigtails a la Pippi
Longstockings. The effect made Giles want to imitate Oedipus and skewer
his own eyeballs out with one of the unicorns that littered the room.
He could feel his privates trying to shrink into his belly. Even
without his glasses he was going to have a difficult time dealing with
this sight.

"Harmony, what is that outfit?"

"Like it? I figured you would since you, like, hang out with Cordelia
and she's a cheerleader. Of course you hang out with that Willow geek
too, but I don't have a computer nerd outfit, and then I don't even
know what Buffy is, other than a loser, so cheerleader! Isn't it cute?
See, it's got holes for my boobs!"

"Yes, I see that."

"Don't you love it? Isn't it too Baby?"

"Baby?"

"You know, Baby Spice. Of The Spice Girls. But she's had them done."

"What?"

"Her boobs. She says she hasn't but they look like balloons. Mine are
the real thing. See?" She bounced to prove her point. Giles fought the
wave of nausea that gripped him at the sight of all those damned
pastels leaping in his mercifully blurred vision.

"Harmony" he began rather more sharply than he'd intended "I really
don't need the...costume to stimulate me. Please, just take it off and
come here."

The girl looked confused and stricken. "But guys like fantasies. Cosmo
said so."

"Why would he say that? Cosmo who?"

"Huh? Oh, no, you big silly! Cosmo's a magazine. It has all kinds of
good advice for keeping guys happy in the sack."

Well, that disproved one of Giles' theories concerning Harmony: she
could read.

"Really, I prefer sex without such contrived outfits."

Harmony blinked several times rapidly as her mind attempted to process
this foreign concept.

"But it's a cheerleader." She smiled broadly, nodding, as if telling
him what it was meant to be, yet again, would change his mind.

"Yes, I know." Giles agreed with as much patience as he could muster.
"But my particular fantasies don't happen to include cheerleaders."

"I've got a milkmaid outfit, and one that's a nurse, oh, or there's one
that's a..."

"Harmony!" Giles pleaded for sanity. "Please, just take it off. I'd
really rather we were simply ourselves for this."

"Really? Gee there was nothing in Cosmo about that. But okay." She
shimmied out of the sweater and skirt in what she obviously thought was
a seductive manner. It wasn't. Worse yet, she left the garter belt,
stockings and shoes on. All Giles could think as she clambered onto the
bed was that he would probably die impaled on one of her heels. Finally
another thought joined that one: Wesley Wyndham-Pryce would sodding
well pay for this.

"Harmony, do you think you could possibly remove your shoes? I find the
heels somewhat...worrisome. Wouldn't want to tear the sheets, now,
would we?"

Harmony sighed impatiently. Her evening was not turning out the way
she's planned. But if that's how he wanted it, that was how he'd have
it. It was just rude of him not to fit her expectations. At least he
had way more muscles than she'd been expecting out of an old guy
librarian.

As she undid the shoes and let them drop, Giles busied himself taking
the braids out of her hair.

"Hey! It took a long time to do those right, y'know!"

"I can well imagine. But you've such pretty hair, I'd like to see it
down"

He didn't tell her the real reason he wanted it out of those plaits.
Instead, he began to gently mouth at her shoulder, caressing the
cascade of blonde hair as it tumbled loose. If he just kept his eyes
closed, and kept her quiet, he could indulge one of his favorite
fantasies. One that had nothing to do with cheerleaders, milkmaids,
nurses, or anything so trite.

"Oooh, yeah, baby" Harmony moaned in an exaggerated manner. That was
when it became clear to Giles that he was in bed with someone who had
learned about sex, not from a loving partner or even a book, but from
watching way too many porno films. Here she was in bed with a man she'd
hardly ever spoken to moaning loudly before he'd done anything very
exciting. What's more, he couldn't even concentrate on his own guilty
fantasy if the brainless cow wouldn't shut up.

Turning her to face him, he kissed her deeply, shutting off the part of
his brain that told him it was wrong to use her this way. At least she
couldn't talk with his tongue down her gullet. Unfortunately, they
would need to breathe eventually.

He held that moment at bay as long as possible, weaving a dream in his
own mind about who he was bedding. His cock began to stir, an aching
pleasure surging through his loins. If he could just keep Harmony
quiet, he might be able to do this with a modicum of aplomb.

The girl, however, had other plans. As soon as the kiss was broken, she
began prattling again.

"Yum, baby. That was hot. I never thought you'd know how to kiss, you
being a librarian and all. I mean, what do librarians know about
kissing? It's not like you're a fireman or a plastic surgeon. But
you're just a yummy gummi bear! And I'm gonna give you a treat."

She leapt to her feet leaving Giles to wonder what God-awful experience
lay in store for him next.

Harmony rooted through a drawer until she found what she wanted, then
came bounding back to the bed holding an oddly-shaped vibrator in her
hand.

"See? It's a precious little unicorn and it makes me all tingly!"

Sure enough, the next thing he knew, she had switched the dread machine
on and was drawing it over her completely shaved pussy. Giles could
only watch in morbid fascination as the horn disappeared up her
channel. How many drinks would it take to forget this moment? His
calculations quickly convinced him that there wasn't enough scotch in
the world. Perhaps opium would do the trick.

Meanwhile, Harmony continued her ministrations to herself moaning and
whimpering vapid nonsense all the while. Giles knew he had to become an
active participant soon or she would have gotten off and he'd have
failed in his mission. Steeling himself, he wrested control of the
vibrator from the girl and began plunging it into her more forcefully,
kissing her deeply to stem the flow of idiotic mush from her lips. With
her quiet once again, he could start his own fantasy. He dreamed his
lovely dream, all the while bringing Harmony closer and closer to the
brink. Soon she pulled her mouth from his to scream as her orgasm
overtook her.

By this time, Giles had managed the long-awaited erection he needed to
fulfill his end of the bargain. He quickly sheathed himself first in a
condom, then in Harmony.

He forced his ears to ignore the brainless chatter the girl insisted on
keeping up whenever her lips weren't actively involved elsewhere.
Luckily, she had other attributes that kept him from losing his nerve
or his hard-on. At least she was a good lay.

Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the girl was insatiable. Four
condoms later, Harmony still wanted another go at it. Giles was
exhausted. He'd been fucking the ninny for hours and she still wasn't
satisfied. Both as Ripper and as Giles, it had always been a point of
pride that he'd never left a partner - male, female, or undead -
hanging. What's more, no one had ever had more sexual stamina than he.
This was bad for his morale.

Summoning the last of his sexual strength, he drew Harmony to her knees
before him and went to it doggie-style. At least from here, his fantasy
would be easier to continue since he wouldn't be looking into the wrong
face. He'd learned to shut his ears to her natter two hours ago,
leaving it to affect him only as a sort of white noise.

Giving himself up entirely to the fantasy that had gotten him through
the night, Giles gripped the girls' hips and slammed into her
forcefully again and again. In his mind, he wasn't fucking Harmony
Kendall, dribbling idiot, but making passionate love to a wildly
desirable young woman of great strength and tenderness. He felt his
orgasm building as he plunged still deeper into the girl before him. In
his ecstasy, he threw back his head and shouted her name:

"BUFFY!"

In an instant, he'd landed on his ass on the floor.

####################

Giles raced out the door mere inches ahead of his enraged recent
bedmate. He clutched his clothes desperately to his naked crotch as he
dodged a barrage of unicorns and stumbled down the front steps. The
door slammed shut and he sat on the steps trying to catch his breath
and pull on his boxers at the same time. At least the night couldn't
get more humiliating.

Oh yes it could.

A small blonde figure stepped out of the shadows and stood at his side,
hands on hips.

"You want to tell me what's going on, Giles?"

Giles shook his head miserably, refusing to meet her steady gaze.

"Too bad. We need to talk. But let's get you home first."

She helped him to his feet.

"Um...maybe you should put some more clothes on, Giles. It's pretty
cold out here at this hour."

Giles finished dressing in silence and led Buffy to the Citroen.

"I'll take you home, Buffy."

"Not mine, Giles. Yours. Like I said, we need to talk."

Giles nodded.

######################

Once inside, Buffy headed for the kitchen.

"Why don't you take a shower while I make the tea? I think you'll feel
better."

"I can't possibly do that while you're here."

"Why not? I already got the answer to the boxers or briefs question
tonight. And a lot more that I'd never thought to think about before.
You'll feel better, and I promise not to peek."

Giles sighed and headed for the bathroom. When he emerged from the
shower some minutes later, he was surprised to realize that he did feel
somewhat better after all. He looked at the heap of clothes on the
floor of his bathroom. Despite the fact that Buffy was still in his
apartment, he couldn't bring himself to put them back on. He
compromised by sliding the boxers back on and pulling his heavy velour
robe around himself before heading out to face the firing squad.

"Lapsang alright?"Buffy asked him as she brought the tray out to the
coffee table.

Giles laughed mirthlessly as he replied: "I think several gallons of
scotch would be more effective, but if we're drinking tea, the Lapsang
should do as well as anything."

"Scotch is not a good idea right now." They sat on the sofa and Buffy
poured the tea for both of them. She sat back, sipping her tea and
looking steadily at him. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" He showed a surprising fascination with the contents
of his mug.

"About this...thing Wesley's making you do. It has something to do with
me, doesn't it?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You're having sex with people because Wesley tells you to. You're not
like that, Giles. So, either he's offered you something really
important to you, or he's promising not to do something awful. Either
way, the only thing he'd have power over is Council stuff. That means
it's about me."

"How do you even know about this?"

"I went by the library to check in after patrol. You and Wes were
talking. I heard. End of story. That is, until I saw you thrown on your
ass out of Harmony's tonight. Did he really make you sleep with her?
And what got her so mad at you, anyway?"

"Could we please not go into that?"

"Sorta late for that, isn't it?" Giles glared at her. "Okay. So on to
question number two. Have you...Wesley said you get to choose one
person. Have you, y'know, taken care of that yet?"

"No."

Buffy nodded slowly. "What's this for?"

Giles stared straight ahead, his cheeks burning.

"He says if I do this he can get me reinstated as your Watcher."

"Oh." Both were silent for a moment. "Giles?"

"Yes?"

"If you wanted I could...I would...I'd be willing to be the one you
choose. It'd be okay."

"Buffy..."

"No, just hear me out, okay? You're doing this because of me, so it's
kinda my responsibility. And it'd be okay, really. Look, I know I've
made a lot of jokes about you being old and stuffy and all, but it
really isn't true. I mean...wow...you're really in good shape. Anyway,
I care about you a lot. And you care about me, right? I mean, that's
what got you into this mess in the first place, isn't it?"

Giles gave a bitter silent laugh. "Buffy, I can't possibly accept this
offer. I won't use you, and that's all this could be. I care about you
far too much to do that to you."

"But if I care about you and you care about me, what's the problem?"

"What about Angel?"

"That's kinda the eternal question isn't it? What about Angel? I don't
even know what about Angel anymore. I love him and I don't want to give
him up, but it hurts so much to have him in my life. And it's not even
like I could, y'know, with him again."

"Nevertheless, you are with him and if I were to accept your very
generous offer, it would it would be unfair to him, as well as to you.
I've hurt you quite enough lately."

"You mean the test?" Buffy shrugged. "It hurt a lot, still kinda does,
but that's over. I already forgave you for that."

"When?"

"Oh, I guess I sorta forgot to tell you that part. Sorry. It's just I
realized you saved me and my mom, and you got fired for it. And even
then, you wouldn't leave me. Anyway, after some of the stupid stuff
I've done, how could I stay mad at you? I've hurt you a lot worse than
that."

Giles pulled his Slayer into a fierce hug. Normally, they rarely
touched at all, but he felt a strong need for the simple comfort of the
embrace. Buffy held him, stroking his hair gently until Giles gave a
final quick squeeze and extricated himself from the girl's arms.

"I'm sorry, Buffy. I just...I..."

"It's okay, Giles. And you don't have to wait for a big crisis to do
that again, y'know. Hugs are good things."

"Yes, well, perhaps I'll wear a bit more clothing next time." He pulled
ruefully at the robe that was gaping to show far more of his chest than
he felt like exposing at the moment.

"Speaking of which, I am so taking you shopping. Tweed does not do you
justice."

"Buffy, I've been dressing myself for a good many years now."

"Yeah, but I could do it so much better."

"Don't be ridiculous", he scoffed through lips that would insist on
trying to smile.

"Stuffy guy" she teased. "You'd get lots more dates if you wore jeans
once in a while."

Giles shuddered. "I don't think I'll want many dates for some time
after this."

Buffy sobered immediately. She took his hand and looked him in the eye.

"Giles, you don't have to do this thing. Wesley's trying to turn you
into a Watcher and I don't need a Watcher; I need Giles. I told you
before, I can't do this without you. You do more than just read dusty
books for me. You care. That's what I need, Giles."

"Buffy, I must see it through."

"Yeah, I get that. Keeping promises, manly pride, whatever. Just don't
let him change you. Try to forgive him."

"After everything he's put me through? Why the hell should I forgive
that wretched man?"

"Well, there was this really smart guy I met once who said we don't
forgive somebody because they deserve it. We forgive them because they
need it. Of course, if you need to throw a couple punches first, I will
do nothing to stop you. Just don't let him do to you what somebody
probably did to him."

"What do you mean?"

Buffy shrugged. "It's just this feeling I get, like he's trying to get
back at every school bully who ever stole his lunch money. I better go
now. Call me, one way or the other. No gory details; just the outline
is plenty. All I want to know is how many tweedy guys I report to after
patrol. Watcher or not, you're stuck with me, Mister." She leaned up
and kissed him softly on the cheek.

Giles blinked in surprise. "What was that for?"

"For being Giles."

With one last smile, she slipped out the door into the night.