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It was after nine when Wesley Wyndham-Price pushed open the swinging doors to the library and spotted Giles sitting in the soft glow of the candles placed around the library. The former Watcher lifted his head, glancing briefly at Wesley, before turning his attention back to the book he had been reading, ignoring the younger Watcher.

"Mr. Giles! You must *surely* see that this has to stop!" Wesley exclaimed, walking close to Giles.

Giles slammed his book shut and rose from his chair. "What is it *now*, Wesley?"

"You are *clearly* not doing anything to help me with Buffy! She constantly comes to *you* when she should be turning to *me* for guidance! *I* am her Watcher, Mr. Giles, and you should *not* encourage her to disobey my orders!" Wesley told him, red faced. "I do realize that you are not happy with the Watchers' Council's decision to, well, let you *go*. But, may I remind you, that you are still bound to obey the council? They would not be happy to know that your are working *against* me."

"Giles glared at him. "I have nothing to say to you *or* the bloody damned *council*!"

Wesley sighed. "You. . .you can't just. . .It just isn't *right*! Why are you *doing* this?" Wesley's voice rose and Giles' eyes darkened.

"What? You think you can just come here and stomp, oh so delicately, into everyone's life? You act like a chap that's just learned to tie his own shoes, and we should all be *proud* of you for it! And you think my slayer will follow you? *Should* follow you? You're incompetent at best and a coward at worse, Wesley. If I left Buffy and her friends in *your* care, they'd, at best, be killed." Giles told him with a smirk. "I'm having a fairly *bad* day, boy. I *strongly* suggest that you leave this place at once!"

"Really! There is no point in getting *personal*, Mr. Giles." Wesley said, adjusting his suddenly too tight tie.

"This has never been anything *but* personal to *me*, Wesley." Giles told him, coldly. He moved closer to the other Watcher, biting back a grin as Wesley took a few steps back.

"I'm sorry if I've been remiss in letting you *know* that. If I haven't made things *clear* enough for you." Giles said, backing Wesley up until the younger man's back was pressed against the wall. Wesley pulled a neatly pressed handkerchief from his front pocket and wiped at his sweating brow.

"Look, Mr. Giles."

"Wesley." Giles interrupted him. "Take off your pants."

The younger Watcher's eyes widened comically. "I *do* beg your *pardon*, Sir?"

Giles grinned. "You heard me. Now, do as I've *told* you."

Wesley's mouth dropped open. He closed it after a moment. "Oh, yes...right away...Sir." He stuttered, undoing his belt. Giles nodded in approval and moved to place the "Closed For Filing" sign outside the library's door. Just in case Principal Snyder or someone else happened to come by. Giles locked the door. When he turned around Wesley's plants were around his ankles. Giles snorted. The man had *no* dignity.

"Bend over that table." Giles ordered, pointing. He bit back a chuckle as Wesley hobbled over to the table, the pants still around his ankles. It was a truly humorous sight.

Giles unfastened his own trousers, as he walked to Wesley. He stepped behind the young Watcher, running his hands under the man's shirt. Wesley moaned and moved against Giles' hands. Giles smiled. It wouldn't be long before Wesley would be craving his touch.

Wesley's sweaty hands pressed against the table's cool surface leaving moist handprints. Giles pulled the Watcher's underwear down and seized his cock, stroking it to hardness. Wesley gasped. "Mr. Giles?"

"Shut *up*." Giles told him, freeing his own erection. He moved his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum. Wesley gave a squeal when Giles pressed his cock against the Watcher's puckered hole. Giles moved back and pressed his thumb there, carefully pushing it in, feeling the tight ring of muscle clamp down around his thumb.

"Oh, God!" Wesley exclaimed as Giles teased his prostate with his thumb.

"Does it feel good?" Giles asked him in a husky voice.

"Oh, my. . .um. . .*yes*." Wesley responded. He gave a moan when Giles withdrew his thumb. Giles quickly replaced his thumb with two saliva wet fingers, slamming them in and out of Wesley in a rapid motion.

"Think you can take something bigger?" Giles whispered into Wesley's ear.

The Watcher swallowed hard and then nodded. "Yes. . .please."

Giles pushed Wesley down onto the table and grabbed his hip with one hand and his cock with the other, placing his hardness at Wesley's stretched opening and pushing in. The younger man cried out in pain and Giles stilled his movements. Giles waited a few seconds before pulling out and slamming back in, starting a fast and brutal rhythm. He moved his hands to Wesley's back, feeling as the clenched muscles slowly relaxed as pain gave way to pleasure.

Wesley started to push back to meet Giles' thrusts. He felt dizzy when he came and almost fainted.

Giles smacked Wesley's arse after pulling out of him. "Get up."

Wesley stretched his back and pulled his trousers up before turning around.

Giles was watching him, a wild look in his eyes.

"Don't come back here to bother me with your problems with my slayer, Wesley." Giles told him. Wesley nodded.

"I. . .I understand now." He stuttered.

"You do?" Giles questioned him.

"Oh, yes. I do. You don't have to worry about me anymore." Wesley said, his eyes on the wall behind Giles.

"Very well then. If you ever want to drop in for a cup of tea, you're welcome. Now go. I do have a *job* to do." Giles said and Wesley looked at him.

"Tea?"

Giles raised his eyebrow and gave the man a meaningful look.

"Oh, yes. I see." Wesley said quickly, blushing. He turned to go. Halfway out the door he stopped and turned, looking at the former Watcher. "Mr. Giles, if I may..."

"It's just Giles and no you may not." Giles said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh, well, then. . .I guess I should go." Wesley said.

"Yes." Giles said and sat down in his chair and picked up his book. Wesley nodded to himself and walked out of the library.

Giles chuckled, listening to the sound of rain falling on the roof.

He didn't doubt that he would see Wesley again.

The End