Wesley stood in Giles' office, thumbing through an encyclopedia
on vampire sex. He had a hard time believing the author's
assertion that *all* vampires are bisexual, but Giles did
highly recommend it. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up
and saw Giles standing there, smiling. It was the first time
since he came to Sunnydale that he saw the former Watcher
smile.

"Wesley. May I call you Wesley?" At the Watcher's nod, he
continued. "I believe we got off on the wrong foot, to use a tired
cliche. I'd like to remedy that."

Wesley smiled patronizingly. "Ah yes, Mr. Giles. Although you
have, ahem, bungled in your duty, I'm certain that I could learn
much from you."

"Pillock," Giles muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing." Giles leaned against his desk. "So, how
are you finding the United States?"

Wesley wrinkled his nose. "A rather rowdy land, I'm afraid.
Though I say you've acclimated rather well."

Giles smile became more forced. "Ah yes. Well, when in
Rome, you may as well throw another Christian to lions."

"That's a rather odd thing to say." He looked confused.

"It's a local expression." Giles moved closer to Wesley. "So,
I imagine you miss your family. You have family back in
England, yes?"

"Well, yes, but all in the name of duty, you know."

Giles faked a sympathetic smile. "And do you have a lady
friend back home?"

"Alas, no." Wesley shrugged.

Giles moved closer. "A gentleman friend?"

Wesley moved a couple of steps back. "Um, no. I was
rather involved in my training, you see, and..." He
trailed off as Giles slowly backed him into the leather
chair.

Giles leaned forward, preventing Wesley from escaping.
He pulled off the Watcher's glasses. "That's a pity.
Especially when you have such beautiful eyes." He
stroked the side of Wesley's face, his fingers lingering
near those eyes. The younger man trembled as Giles
leaned forward and kissed his brow gently.

"M-Mr. Giles, this is rather inappropriate..."

"I know." Giles smiled his Ripper smile. "Fun, isn't it?"

"I shouldn't. I really really shouldn't." Wesley looked
both horny and miserable.

"Tell me." Giles kissed Wesley's lips briefly. "When was the
last time you had a good shag?"

"Um." Wesley paused as the older man trailed kisses
down his neck. "John Major."

Giles stopped kissing him. "You shagged John Major? I
could almost imagine Tony Blair if I was pissed, but that
twerp?"

"No, John Major was Prime Minister at the time. He was
just beginning, if I recall correctly." He quieted as Giles
renewed his assault of kisses.

Giles paused his kisses again. "That's good to know." He
loosened the Watcher's tie. When he undid the tie, he
almost threw away the tie, but stopped. It could be a useful
for bondage later.

Giles slowly unbuttoned Wesley's shirt, kissing the
exposed flesh as he undid each button. When his
smooth chest was bare, Giles moved his mouth to a
small nipple. Wesley made a small "erp" when the former
Watcher nipped his nip with his teeth.

After a few more kisses to Wesley's nipples, Giles stood up
and began to strip. When he was completely naked, he
smiled at how Wesley's eyes widened when he saw Giles'
semi-erect Big British Cock (tm). He ran his hands over
the younger man's body, moving to cup Wesley's own
sizable bulge through his trousers.

"Not bad, not bad at all." Giles rubbed his hand against
Wesley's Big British Cock: The Next Generation. "Well,
it looks as if you do have some bullocks after all."

Giles unzipped Wesley's pants, pausing to rub the inside
of his thighs, and to kiss--

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!" Wesley's hips bucked forward
with the force of his orgasm.

Giles looked on in confusion as the Watcher slumped in the
chair, apparently having fallen into a swoon. "Oh for God's
sakes."

"Man, his staying power's worse than mine." Xander walked
out from behind the bookcase.

He grabbed Xander and kissed him deeply. "To be fair, it
has been about nine years since his last shag."

Xander pinched Giles' ass. "I guess that's fair. I'm not
too good when it's been nine days between our fucks."

"You're so romantic, Xander."

"I try." Xander looked down at the sleeping Watcher. "What
if you actually had to do him?"

Giles ruffled Wesley's hair. "It wouldn't be too bad. If you
get rid of the hair gel, the stuffy suit--no comments,
Xander--and remove the British flag from his ass, he'd
be tolerable."

"Yeah, but still he was disappointing. I dunno, I kinda
like the idea of double teaming Angel next time.
He'd be fun to top. And he'd write tons of angsty poetry
about it." Xander hugged Giles tightly.

"Hmm, there is that nasty moment of happiness curse.
How do we know that he won't lose his soul when he comes?"

"Well," Xander grasped Giles's BBC (tm) at the base.
"We could use a cock ring."

Giles smiled evilly. "Where'd you learn about such things?"

Xander knelt in front of his lover. "Wouldn't you want to
know. We could grab Oz. I don't think he's straight. No
man with hair like that is het."

"Oz would be fun. But there wouldn't be much of a
challenge. Perhaps we could take our chances with Angel.
Or--" Giles stopped speaking when Xander took his balls
in his mouth.

Xander sucked on Giles' balls until his cock was fully erect.
"Turn around." He smiled when Giles obeyed. "Put your
hands against the desk and lean forward." Xander
pulled down his pants and underwear, and used the
pre-cum from their cocks to lube up. He entered Giles,
thrusting slowly, while the older man met each thrust
with loud moans.

Wesley woke up, and looked over at the two men who
were shagging. "What the...?"

Xander noticed the younger Watcher. "Go back to
sleep, Wes. You're having a bad dream."

"Speak for yourself," Giles muttered. He quieted when
Xander smacked his ass.

"This is only a dream?" Wesley looked completely
confused.

"Yeah." Xander sped up his thrusts. "It's just a very
vivid dream.

"Oh, that's good to know. It's been terribly confusing the last
several days."

Xander moved faster and harder, pumping Giles' BBC (tm). "It's
ok. Go back to sleep and dream of little dancing hamsters."

"That sounds nice. Better than morbidly obese demons."
Wesley closed his eyes.

Giles laughed softly, his words coming out in gasps. "Little
dancing hamsters? Oh God," He bucked his ass into
Xander's thrusts. "That's silly."

"I try." Xander came, and rested his face against Giles' back.
He continued to stroke his lover's cock. "We should have
convinced dear Wes to suck you off."

"Ah yes, well, next time we'll do that." Giles bucked into
Xander's hand several times, biting on his lip to quiet his
moan as he came. He turned around and kissed Xander
once again. "Perhaps we shall pay a visit to Angel."

"Woo hoo! Can I please, please, please be the top?"
Xander bounced like an eager puppy.

"Sure, luv." Giles hugged Xander. "I love you schmoopy."

Xander grinned. "I love you too, G-man."