__Two Brits, Black Leather Clothes And A Bike__
By Anne



Wesley Wyndham-Pryce's place

Giles immediately noticed that the younger man standing in front of him was drunk: Wesley's cheeks were flushed, his eyes shone like stars, a blissful grin illuminated his face and naturally his breath stank of whisky.

Wesley opened his arms wide, moved towards the former Watcher and hugged him – his head resting against the older man's shoulder affectionately. "Mr. Giles… Giles, I'm so happy to see you… to see someone. You're the first person to come here since I was released from hospital. Actually you're the first person to ever come here to visit me." He took a step back and said happily, "This calls for a drink! Come in Giles! I've got an old and sinfully delicious whisky I want to share with you!"

He headed towards the couch, staggering, zigzagging whistling joyfully. Giles followed Wesley inside his apartment and looked around him. As it was his first visit he looked around and noticed that the place, squeaky clean and impeccable, was the mirror image of his occupant - when he wasn't drunk, because right now Wesley had nothing of the bookish, well dressed man he always was, on the contrary. He wore a creased gray tee shirt, washed-out jeans and was barefoot. His hair was tousled, his glasses gone and his cheeks hadn't seen a razor for two days at least.

The older Englishman sat down on the couch and accepted the whisky the younger man offered him. "Thank you Wesley."

Wesley sighed and said, "It's too bad you know. Americans ruin perfectly good whisky by putting ice in it!" Then to prove the point he took the bottle of whisky and too lazy to pour himself another glass, drank out of the bottle and finished the rest of the whisky in a matter of seconds.

Giles who was well mannered didn't of course refuse to drink the glass of whisky that Wesley had offered him – even if he knew that the alcohol was going to give him a headache (whisky did that to him – always). He dipped his lips in his the amber liquid and grimaced as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. He waited for Wesley to put the empty bottle on the coffee table to ask the other man, "What happened? Why are you drunk Wesley? Because you feel lonely?"

The younger Brit shook his head and his face fell. "No, I'm accustomed to be alone – and lonely… always have been since I was a child." He exhaled a long sigh, let out a tiny sob and suddenly feeling depressed, added in a low and slow voice, "Quentin Travers called me two hours ago to tell me I was fired by the Council." He paused seeing hurt in Giles' eyes and then sympathy. He continued, "I had two Slayers… Buffy never obeyed me and she chose to end our Watcher-Slayer relation. As for Faith she chose to be on the bad side, working for the enemy... and I wasn't able to stop her. I lost both of them. Good show Wes!… Travers added I wasn't welcome in England and it would be in my best interest to remain in the US if I didn't want to have big troubles" he said with a sad and defeated laugh. "You know now why I'm depressed and thus drinking myself to oblivion Giles." Tears rolled down Wesley's bearded cheeks and suddenly he started to weep… and nestled his head against Giles's shoulder to hide his wet face. "I feel so dejected, so miserable… I'm good-for-nothing. What I'm going to do now? I can't be Buffy's non-official Watcher, because you are, and because she and her friends hate me." He sighed.

Giles gently cupped Wesley's face and using his thumb to stroke his temple soothingly he said, "Sshh, calm yourself… You're not a bad Watcher, you were simply inexperienced, but it wasn't your fault. The Council should never have had sent you to Sunnydale to replace me [and fired me at the first place]; you were not ready for a field mission. The High Chairman and Travers are idiots, you're not. You made mistakes, it's true, but if I had been in your position I would have made them too." He stopped stroking the younger man's temple, eliciting a moan of loss from him and then took Wesley's hand in his, before adding, "I know what you could do with the knowledge and experience that you gained in the last few months - and you made a lot progress, I am proud of you." He read pleasure and pride in Wesley's eyes and continued, "You could become self-employed and help eliminate the evil creatures which terrorize the good people of Sunnydale, and naturally you'll make them pay for your services, very expensively. I think there are enough demons to kill in Sunnydale for Buffy, me and you."

The younger ex-Watcher blinked twice, thinking about Giles' proposition and unsure of himself, he asked, "You really think I could be a good demon hunter Giles?"

Giles nodded, "Yes, a very good demon hunter. But to be seriously taken and to have demons fear you the appropriate look is required. So, you'll have to get rid of the suits, ties and Italian shoes, and wear black leather clothes. A man wearing black leather gives off an aura of power and danger. It's a well-known fact. You'll have to forget cars too. They're too common – except Aston Martins. No, to be a dangerous man it's necessary to have a motorcycle; a big, black, noisy one to impress, to frighten… and of course saddlebags to carry your weapons. If you don't know how to drive a motorcycle, you will have to learn. It's easy. You'll like it. It's a kick to ride a bike, to feel the warm, throbbing engine between your legs... " [It's almost like being fucked…] "How would you like to take a bike ride with me tomorrow evening? I have a splendid Norton Commando 1975 parked in my garage."

Wesley was very surprised, "You have a Norton Commando?… Then… why are you driving that gray Citroen wreck?"

Giles smiled, "It wouldn't be proper for a respected librarian to ride such a bike, even if it's a `classic' bike. So I opted for an old battered Citroen. Something more… hmm… `Librarian-ish' as Buffy could say, old and used like library books. It was the perfect match. Besides I just adore old French cars. But when I have free time, I take my bike and go for a ride to the desert or to the mountains, or I just follow the coast up to San Francisco. When I'm riding my bike I forget all my problems; I purge them out of my mind. I feel good, I feel free. It's so wonderful!"

Wesley nodded, "I'd like to Giles, yes, thank you very much for… what you said and for the bike ride."

Giles got up and Wesley grabbed his wrist to prevent him from leaving, "Please stay with me."

The older Englishman nodded and sat back down on the couch. Wesley, delighted, snuggled up in his arms. Giles tightened the younger man against him then began caressing his back in soothing circles. Wesley started to purr like a contented cat. He felt safe, comfy and… loved?

"Giles do you love me?" he asked needing to know.

"Yes I do."

"Like Xander?"

Giles shook his head, "No, you' re too old for me to think of as a son. I have another kind of love for you … my feelings for you are different … I'm in love with you Wesley "

Wesley's mouth dropped open. He pulled away from Giles and stared at him totally bewildered.

Looking distressed the older Englishman continued, "I'm a foolish old man. How could I believe that you could have feelings for me? You're young and beautiful – and straight. I'm an old bi-sexual man, unattractive… Please, forget what I just said Wesley." Then he stood up again, "I have to go now."

Wesley grabbed Giles' hand. "I don't want you to go. You are not old. You are beautiful. Stay with me and make love to me. I'm bi-sexual like you. I'm also in love with you and I want you Giles. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in the library…"

"Like me."

"Please, stay with me… * please *."

Giles smiled, "I thought you thought of me as an old, dull, boring man and despised me."

Wesley smiled back, "It was a smokescreen Giles, a façade to hide my deep and strong love for you. What would have been your reaction if I had eyed you hungrily in the library and drooled when dreaming about you making love to me in the stacks?"

The older ex-Watcher smiled and once again sat on the couch, "All right, I'll stay and I'm going to make love to you Wes."

Wesley moved closer, leaned forward and captured his partner's lips with his own in a first kiss. His lips were as warm and as soft as Wesley had imagined them to be. Suddenly the lips beneath his parted, inviting him inside. The kiss deepened as he explored his partner's mouth with abandon tasting every inch of the older man's mouth. The desperate need in that kiss struck a flame that shot straight through to Giles' groin and he groaned. His body felt charged with an urgency to possess Wesley.

Wesley moaned and felt his toes curl as Giles thrust his tongue into his mouth repeatedly. The kiss was searing, possessive, hot and hard. [I love it, love him] he thought. He moved his hands up to cup Giles' face, enjoying the feel of the soft skin on his cheek, and the coarse stubble over his chin. Giles was masculine in every sense, and Wesley felt pleasant shivers run down his spine, imagining the older man making love to him.

The young man lost in the pleasure of the kiss didn't notice Giles' hands pulling his tee shirt out of his pants. They melted into each other, kisses following one after the other in fast succession, each more perfect than the last. But eventually, the biological need for oxygen outweighed their mutual passion and they both pulled back to suck in air.

Giles gently motioned Wesley down to the soft carpet and crawled over him, lying over his body as he began to kiss a trail from his chin to his collarbone, trying to find every sensitive spot he had. Then kissed his way up the other man's jaw line, stopping at his earlobe to nibble and tease with his tongue, then down his neck, giving it a gentle little nip with his teeth, making the moaning man yelp momentarily. Wesley then let out a shocked gasp as Giles' mouth closed around a nipple. Teeth gently tugged on the sensitive nub, and the young man instinctively thrust his hips forward in response. Strong calloused hands held him steady as his nipple was feasted on, Wesley's breathing quickened as his arousal grew even more. His hands came up to hold his lover's head as Giles drew back to take the other nipple in his mouth, giving it owed attention.

By the time he had finished Wesley was writhing on the carpet, soft whimpers escaping his clenched lips as sensation after sensation rolled through his body. The older man traveled lower still, nipping and kissing the tender skin of Wesley's flat stomach and abdomen. He stopped there to swirl his tongue in the other man's navel as his left hand slipped down between Wesley's legs to cup the bulge he found there. Wesley squirmed as his partner began rubbing his palm against it. Giles mimicked the movement with his other hand against his chest while moving up to whisper in Wesley's ear, telling him how much he loves him, how much he wants to make love to him.

Wesley unbuckled his belt at top speed with nimble fingers, pulled down the zipper of his jeans, freeing the erection trapped within. After that he lifted his hips to help Giles get his pants out of the way and then pushed his briefs off, spreading his legs to give his lover access… and he shivered, partly from the cold but mostly from the sight of his partner running his tongue hungrily across his bottom lip as he looked at him like he was the most delicious thing he had ever seen.

Giles wrapped his hand around the impressive penis that stood at attention for him, holding it tight making Wesley arch and moan. He kissed the tip and heard a strangled and muffled cry. "I guess this is okay Wes." He licked the head, sucking it into his mouth slowly, making wet noises to arouse his partner even more. "Tell me what you like luv. Tell me and I'll do it." Then Giles grimaced. His own erection had started to get uncomfortable, confined in his tweed pants. He shifted a little to ease it, but didn't stop what he was doing. He kissed Wesley's inner thighs, all the while watching the younger man's cock, memorizing every little detail. Wesley suddenly whimpered and the older ex-Watcher watched in fascination as pearly beads of semen seeped from Wesley's inflamed head. Eyes glazed with lust, Giles flicked out his tongue and licked the offering. Immediately Wesley shuddered and thrust upwards, blindly seeking his lover's mouth. "I guess you want me to suck you off Wesley? " Giles' moved his left hand on Wesley with slow, sensual strokes, brushing the most sensitive areas of the penis; Wesley writhed and quivered, electrified by Giles' caresses, raising his hips slightly as he gripped his lover's back.

"Oooh! Oooh! Don't-don't stop, please don't stop!" Wesley cried, rolling his head from side to side on the carpet. Giles' ministrations fueled his desire, escalating it to ecstasy. He let out a low groan when he felt the intense pleasure between his legs sink deep in his abdomen, climbing up his chest and flowing inside his heart, which propelled it down his veins all over to the far reaches of his whole body "Oh, god. Oh god," he gasped. The fire, the need, the erotic charge of it blocked out any thought or sensation other than bliss.

Giles was having a difficult time keeping his arousal in check as the intoxicating sound of Wesley's pleasure echoed in his ears. He stopped teasing Wesley and leaned down to take the head of his lover's penis into his mouth. He started to gently lick and nibble along its length until the other man was moaning nearly non-stop with the pleasure his body was receiving. The younger former Watcher was moaning, moving his head from right to left, as the moist heat surrounded him and wondered if this was really just a dream. The idea that Giles had taken his cock into his mouth and was now giving him the blowjob of his life was just too surreal. He had to be dreaming.

"Aaaah! Tell me it's you Giles," Wesley panted, "tell me you're giving me a blowjob. Tell me it's not a dream."

"My name is Rupert Giles and I'm giving you a blowjob. This is real it's not a dream Wes."

"Oooh! Wonderful!" the young man breathed, relieved.

Giles flicked the tongue over the leaking slit at the top of his partner's blood-engorged shaft again then fluttered his tongue around the young man's corona, which enticed a deep moan of pleasure out of Wesley. Pulling the entire cock into his mouth, he sucked hard as he moved up and down the shaft. He brought his hand into the action then, sliding hand and mouth together with increasing pressure each time. Wesley started to close his eyes luxuriating in the pleasure he was feeling but at the same time he wanted to keep watching, he was so aroused at the sight of Giles' beautiful face buried between his parted legs. Giles ran his tongue over the achingly hard member that filled his mouth, sucking greedily at it listening with un-abandoned glee to Wesley's keening wails of pleasure. He couldn't get enough of it, of the taste of it, the feel of it, the pure essence of Wesley, all for him and only him.

Suddenly Wesley lost control – and that tipped Giles over the edge. He orgasmed into his boxers as he deep-throated his partner. Wesley let out a strangled cry, arched and stiffened. The older Watcher felt the younger man's cock grow even larger and then he was coming in his mouth, the hot fluids pulsating down his throat. Wesley reached out and buried his hands in Giles' hair and bucked into his mouth as the shudders of release ran through him for long moments. Giles swallowed his partner's semen eagerly, taking each drop of it in his mouth. All too soon Wesley was spent. Giles pulled his mouth off of his lover and watched as Wesley fought to calm his ragged breathing, attempting to regain his senses. But he fell asleep KOed by both exhaustion and alcohol.

Giles rolled off Wesley and lay on his back. After a moment, he stood up and headed towards the bathroom. He returned later, showered and going commando in his pants, holding his wet boxers in a plastic bag.

He knelt down beside Wesley, sound asleep and snoring lightly and kissed him on his parted lips. "See you tomorrow night, Wes. Be prepared to take the ride of your life – and I'm not talking about the bike only." Then the older man left the apartment.

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The next evening

Giles felt his heart pound in his chest with excitement and his cock twitch as it came alive with arousal when he saw Wesley coming out of the building. The other man wore stone washed jeans, a tight white tee shirt, combat boots and a short black leather jacket. He had spiked his short hair and swapped his glasses for contacts. He had never seen Wesley dressed this way, not outside of his fantasies at least. The younger man looked damn sexy and dangerous.

[Only the bike, a helmet and two saddlebags filled with weapons are missing on him…. Hmm … Gorgeous.] He thought.

Wesley growled like a wild beast with desire and unconsciously rubbed his crotch when he spotted Giles standing on the pavement beside his black Norton Commando. The older man had changed wardrobe too. Giles was wearing black heavy motorcycle boots, black leather pants, had his black short leather jacket cinched around his waist and had a black helmet firmly on his head with a silver R (for Ripper he guessed) painted on the side. He noticed that Giles had also changed his glasses for contacts (Because it was more practical to put the helmet on and especially because now one could see those beautiful, magnificent eyes), he mused. He watched his lover, swallowing convulsively. His pants had suddenly become very uncomfortable. [Oh my God! he's so sexy, so attractive… So… aaaah!]

Giles smiled appreciatively, "I see you spent the day at the mall. Nice new look, I like it. It's totally appropriate for your next job. You have to buy a black bike now Wesley with two saddlebags to carry your weapons."

"But first I am going to get the proper driving license for motorcycle." Wesley smiled in his turn, "Since your clothes are well worn I guess they came along with the bike?"

The older ex-Watcher nodded, "Yes. I wore them ages ago when I was called Ripper." He grinned amusingly and added proudly, "And they still fit me." He straddled his bike, kicked down the stand and brought the motorcycle to life with a mighty roar. "Ready for a ride Wes?"

Wesley nodded, "Yes, could we go to the beach? I'd like to go there."

"All right, let's go to the beach!"

Giles handed the younger man the spare helmet he had brought for him. Wesley hopped on behind him and put the helmet on. He was a little worried about the ride, having never ridden a motorbike before. But he trusted that his lover would keep him safe as best he could.

During the ride, he held on tight as Giles weaved in and out of the traffic with expert ease, obviously having fun. There were moments of panic when Giles took sharp turns and went through a couple of red lights carried away by his enthusiasm, but overall, Wesley found he was enjoying himself more than he had thought he would. He decided to get the motorcycle-driving license and to buy a powerful black machine - Which would throb between his black-leathered legs like the Norton Commando did.

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Near Sunnydale beach, Giles pulled over to the curb, stopped the engine and then took his helmet off. Wesley imitated him then parted from the older man to stagger on the road, his legs wobbling.

Giles frowned worryingly, "Are you all right Wes? Did I scare you? I'm sorry for the red lights…"

Wesley smiled and said, "I'm fine, don't worry. Come with me?" Then he started to climb a dune.

Giles joined Wesley on the top of the dune. The young man was watching the ocean waves crashing on the beach below inhaling the sea breeze with a smile on his face. "I miss the sea," he said, "I grew up in Southampton and I spent my childhood playing on beaches… " He turned towards Giles, noticed that in his left ear was a small silver hoop which caught the light from the full moon and smirking added, "I've always dreamt of having sex on the top of a dune… that's why I wanted to come here." Then he rubbed Giles' black-leathered crotch enticingly and his voice hoarse with desire, said, "I want to suck you off Rupert, take those pants down now, please."

Embarrassed Giles shook his head, "I'm sorry I can't Wes, they're too tight. It took me almost half an hour to put them on – lying flat on my bed. If I do that, I'm sure that my skin will be pulled down with my pants."

Wesley giggled, "And you said to me they still fit you! Liar! You're gained weight between the 70's and now. How can you walk and sit with those tight-fitting pants?"

Giles sighed, "Painfully."

The young man grinned, "They're so tight I can see you're not wearing any underwear… Mmmm… Going Commando on a bike called Commando, how appropriate!"

The older Brit grinned, "indeed. You're right I don't have any underwear on because I love the feel of leather against my skin… and especially between my legs. It's so sensual."

The young ex-Watcher continued to rub Giles' crotch making the older man moan and squirm. His pants were becoming more and more painful as his erection remained trapped. Then when he thought Giles was sufficiently aroused, he knelt down between his legs, slowly undid the button of the black leather pants, lowered the zipper… and gasped surprised as Giles' rock hard cock sprang out and traced a gentle arc up his face, leaving a slick line of pre-cum behind. Wesley chuckled, used a finger to catch the semen on his face and then sucked it, making wet noises. "Delicious," he said. Somehow he managed to pull Giles' testicles out from the confines of the pants.

"Oooh! Yesss!" Giles breathed with relief at having his aching and heavy balls freed, "It's so good… thank you Wesley."

Wesley wrapped his fingers around the base of Giles' throbbing penis and blew warm and moist air across the head of his lover's erection, grinned when it jerked upward, and then dragged his tongue across the head, feeling his own shaft jerk in his lap. He took the fat purple head into his mouth and suckled lightly hearing Giles' breath catch on a strangled moan. Wesley went down on his lover then pulled back scraping his teeth along the hard length. Giles shuddered and arched with a groan. Wesley licked each sac and went back to the hard cock, licking all around the head with a flickering tongue. The older man gasped and clenched one fist in his partner's short hair; the other had grasped Wesley's shoulder in a death grip.

Wesley licked all over the head of Giles' blood-engorged member and followed the dribble of pre-cum with his tongue, sending a wave of pleasure through the older man's body, making his knees wobble; then before Giles knew what was happening, Wesley sucked his partner all the way in to his balls. Giles hips jerked up in pleasure and surprise. Wesley held them firmly, massaging the hipbones. He deep throated the red and swollen cock for a long moment, making the older man writhe, and then he released the penis with a loud slurping sound. He nudged at the tightened ball sacs, licking and mouthing them, something Giles loved. He licked upward, and then took the entire shaft into his mouth again, releasing it slowly to suck on the purplish head.

Wesley's sucking grew firmer and Giles found his hips bucking to the pace his partner set. The older ex-Watcher groaned resisting the strong urge to pull the younger man's head down further but he resisted. He didn't want to make his lover gag; to hurt him. Wesley ran his tongue over the achingly hard penis that filled his mouth, sucking greedily at it. He couldn't get enough of it, of the taste of it, the feel of it, and the pure essence of Giles, all for him. He felt close to exploding and knew neither one of them would last long.

Giles was the first to come, spilling his seed with a hoarse shout straight down his lover's throat. Wesley swallowed as quickly as he could and took most of what his lover had to give finding himself enjoying the bittersweet flavor so much so that he began instinctively sucking harder, milking Giles, literally craving more of the delicious substance, making certain to swallow every last drop of sperm. Then, when he felt Giles' member soften in his mouth, the last of his cum having been swallowed, Wesley gently released it and licked his lips thoroughly, being careful not to miss one tiny bit of his lover's essence. He smiled and stood, leaning over his sated partner. He kissed him, letting him taste their mingled fluid.

The younger former Watcher moved back, and said, "It was good, very good. But I know something better… I want you to fuck me Giles." He felt swollen; his anus had begun to throb with a delicious pulse of need. He needed to be fucked; he wanted to be fucked. "Please!"

Giles sated and contented stroked Wesley's cheek and said, "Not now, luv, you drained me. I have almost no strength left. Let's go to my place. By the time we get there, I will have had some time to recuperate and then I could fuck you. " He grinned, "Oh God! It was good! So good! I hadn't have a blowjob for a long time…"

Wesley kissed Giles' lips and added, "Let's go to your place now. I want you to fuck me."

* * * * *

Giles' place, the next morning

Buffy was entering Giles' living room when suddenly she heard the Englishman's loud snoring. Smiling she headed towards the couch and… froze on the spot seeing Giles sprawled on his back on the cushions – stark naked. Blushing with embarrassment, she whirled around and… gasped with surprise as she noticed Wesley – also totally naked, coming out of the bathroom, drying his damp hair with a towel… The young man hurried to lower the towel to hide his genitals.

"Buf-Buffy!" Wesley squeaked, what are you doing here?"

Buffy glared at her 2nd ex-Watcher, "Me? What are you doing here? I thought you had already left Sunnydale."

Wesley shook his head, "I'm not going to leave Sunnydale Buffy. Rupert and I are lovers and we are both happy together."

Buffy moved closer to the young man, her look dark, and with a voice as cold as ice, she said, "Giles belongs to me and to nobody else. He is my Watcher and his entire life is dedicated to me. There will be never a place in his heart for you. I own it, in its entirety."

The younger ex-Watcher smiled, "You're wrong. He's in love with me, and let me tell you this: Rupert is not a thing or a slave; he's not your puppet or your lapdog. He doesn't belong to you. He has his own life and I'm a part of it now Buffy. I think you should go now and leave us in peace, I have to prepare breakfast for *my lover*."

Buffy left the living room, slamming the door behind her, waking Giles with a start. She was furious. Giles was *hers* and nobody had the right to deprive him to her, and especially not [this coward of Wesley who's crying like a girl! I won't let him have my Watcher! Giles is *mine*.] She thought.

She was heading towards the stairs when she had a sudden wicked grin and thought, [I know what I'm going to do. Ask Willow to cast a spell on Wesley so that he totally forgets he's in love with Giles and what he did with Giles… and then the red-haired witch will cast the same spell on Giles so that he can forget his love for Wesley and what he did with him… Then she'll use magic to transport Wesley to his place… Yes! I have to find Willow; she has lots of magical work to do!]

She left the patio in a better mood.

* * * * *

Much later

Disoriented Wesley looked around him, registering that he was standing in his living room. Wasn't he somewhere else just before? And with… with… He didn't remember. He frowned, puzzled. Something strange had happened to him, but he didn't know what. He sat on the couch and tried to focus on his last memories. He remembered getting drunk, opening his door to Giles, telling the older man he was fired and didn't know what to do. He recalled Giles proposing him to be a `demon hunter' in Sunnydale… wearing black leather clothes and riding a black bike… and after that, everything was blurred. [I probably passed out because I was drunk], he thought. He stood up and headed towards the kitchen. He was hungry. Whilst preparing a sandwich he continued to muse, [Yes, Giles had a good idea. I could be a demon hunter… but not here in Sunnydale, No, somewhere else where there is no Watcher and no Slayer to kill vampires and demons.]. He nodded and said, "Yes, that's it. I' m now a demon hunter … and I'll leave Sunnydale tonight."

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