Title: Need
Author: LadyForASH
Rated: FRAO
Pairing: Giles/Wes
Spoilers: After Chosen

Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I own nothing, and want nothing. Just playing and trying to give some enjoyment to others through their requests.

A/N: written for the Giles Drunken Ficathon on LJ
A/N 2: This was something very different for me. It was...difficult. I'm usually into B/G, or Giles genfic. I've branched out a bit here and there, but never really like this. I hope it's okay, and that I hit everything that was requested.

Contents:

Your assignment is: saraid
They wanted: explicit slash, post chosen, a submissive, slutty and/or needy giles.
They did not want: ethan, angelus, excessive angst.

"Please…" His body trembled. "I n-neeeeed." Another gasp. His limbs ached with pain as well as desire. The pressure building was incredible. He pulled on his bonds. His wrists and ankles were secured to the bed post. He was lying on his back, arms and legs spread wide across the soft bedding. The sheets were damp with his sweat. His erection was engorged and throbbed with its need to have a release.

But not yet. He couldn't. Not yet.

"Hush, Giles." The other man smiled and ran his fingertips along the inside of Giles' bare thighs.

"B-but Wesley…please…I need…" Giles' fists clenched against the scarves holding him tightly to the headboard.

Wesley's fingers continued to trace around his lover's thigh. "Say it," he ordered.

Giles rushed to comply. He wouldn't fight Wesley. Not on this. "You make me so hard. I'm yours. Only yours."

Wesley grinned. "That's right. You're mine. My slut."

Giles didn't like that word, except when it rolled off of Wesley's lips. The thought of Wesley's lips, however, made him moan.

Wesley decided to reward his lover. He lifted up the bottle of Scotch and held it to Giles' mouth. "Drink." The older man gulped the alcohol, feeling it burning and soothing into his empty stomach.

"You're so cute when you're drunk," Wesley smirked. His finger moved towards Giles' lower belly. "And needy."

It had been several long years that they'd been separated from one another. But after the demise of Sunnydale, and the Black Thorn… Wesley had returned.

"Y-yes…more…please." Giles begged, so Wesley gave him another drink. When the bottle was empty, he dropped it onto the floor and then pressed his mouth against Giles'. His lips and tongue tasted the liquor as well as his lover's distinct flavor.

Lips trailed lower. Down his neck, over one nipple…sucking…then the other. Lower still, around the navel, and then down the small trail of hair, and then…around that hard, hot, cock.

"Oh GOD!" Giles groaned loudly. Finally…oh finally…bliss.

END