__More Slime and Slayers and Watchers, Oh My!__
By Kath
Prologue:
Giles just stood there.....
Naked.....
In the graveyard.....
With two Slayers on either side of him.....
And a Watcher in front.
All three.....
Watching the ex-Watcher.....
Wearing big silly grins.....
And nothing else.
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"What in God's name is going on here?" Giles bellowed. "What have you
just done to my clothes?"
"Slime," Faith deadpanned.
"Demon slime," Buffy added, helpfully.
"Highly acidic," Wesley continued, while nodding his head knowingly.
Giles stood, hands on hips, looking dumbfoundedly at the three of them,
as if they had each grown a second head. The two females in the group
exchanged pleased smiles at the well-endowed man's uninhibited
stance. Giles knew what they were whispering and giggling about, but
chose to ignore them. What he couldn't fathom, was what was going on
behind Wesley's oddly self-satisfied smirk.
"Have you all lost your minds? Put your clothes back on this instant."
Giles was using his best 'I May Not Be Your Watcher Anymore, But You
Had Better Do As I Say' voice.
Wesley leaned in towards him conspiratorially, and whispered, "I tried
that. They won't listen. Best to just go ahead and give in, I find."
"Give in to what?" As if on cue, the two Slayers moved in closer, and
began to let their hands roam freely over the ex-Watcher's
torso. "Wha...a...wha.... Stop that immediately!"
Giles whipped his glasses off to clean them, only to realize he had
nothing to clean them with. This seemed to unnerve him most of all.
The caressing was starting to affect him, and it was getting difficult to
form a coherent thought. The elder Englishman looked at his younger
countryman for help, but Wesley just beamed back at him. The truth
dawned on Giles at last.
"Y-y-you," he sputtered, indignantly. "You put them up to this. Admit it,
they did the same thing to you, and now you're..you're..."
If possible, the young Watcher was grinning even wider. "You have
been such a *help* to me since I took over as Watcher; I felt it my duty
to repay the favor." The sarcasm was somewhat diluted by the fact that
Wesley was now laughing, but his point was made.
"Bloody hell," was all Giles could find to say, as Buffy began to lick his
chest and such on one of his nipples. She gave Faith a playful shove in
Wesley's direction.
"Mine, all mine. You can have the other one."
"The *other* one?!" Wesley cried huffily. Faith came over and grabbed
him rather roughly by the balls, causing him to yelp painfully, and fall
into her arms.
"Suits me fine, B. I kinda like this one, especially now that I've broken
him in. (to Wes) Ya ready for some rough stuff, Big Boy?"
"Oh....ah....y-yes, please." Wesley's voice quivered somewhere
between highly excited and purely terrified. Faith smiled a satisfied
smile and yanked his head closer, by the hair, and gave him a bruising
kiss, biting his lower lip in the process. Then she shoved him down to
the ground and jumped on top of him, continuing where she'd left off
when so rudely interrupted by Giles' arrival.
The now highly aroused man in Buffy's clutches could only watch them
in wonder, as he felt himself beginning to wish *his* Slayer would do
that to *him*. He didn't have long to wait.
Buffy scraped her fingernails along Giles' chest, enjoying the softness of
his chest hair. One hand snaked down to feel how turned on he was,
while the other reached up and pulled his mouth to hers. Two tongues
battled for dominance, while four hands desperately groped and
caressed every bit of skin they could find. Giles' 'Watcher Mode' made
one final attempt to regain control over the situation, and he pulled
away slightly. "Oh, ah...Buffy...I really don't think..."
"Giles, shut up and lie down," his Slayer commanded. "It's fun time
now."
"Oh.....yes.....quite..." Giles did what he was told, and was rewarded by
Buffy's subsequent acrobatics, as she brought new meaning to the word
pleasure.
Anyone walking by the cemetery that evening, might have thought it was
haunted...what with all the moaning going on, and all.
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