Earlier this morning I explained to
Xander what would happen tonight once Spike wakes up. I'll give the kid credit he only flinched
once. Now he's with Buffy,
While Spike is sleeping, Giles, Wesley and I are setting up one of
the spare bedrooms. We've moved in a king size bed, new sheets and several
tables to set supplies on. I have taken
every opportunity to touch Wesley. A
hand on the back while comparing notes, a touch on the arm to get his opinion.
Giles has gone down to help
My eyes follow Wesley's every move and I think I'm beginning to
make him nervous. I watch as his arms
stretch above his head to drape the netting along the canopy. Leaning back against the wall I take in his
lean form. His shirt rises above the
waist of his pants and inch by inch his tanned stomach is reveled to me. As he stretches further forward his pants
slip just enough to bare his navel to me.
Unconsciously I move across the room. All thought has left me and before I fully
realize what I'm doing my mouth is exploring the expanse of flesh bared to me,
my tongue rimming his navel. Hearing Wes
gasps brings me back to reality.
Taking a step back I close my eyes before I speak.
"God, Wes, I'm sorry.
I..."
"Don't stop."
My apology is cut short by his barely audible words. My head snaps up to look at him and he's
amazing. His face is slightly flushed and
he's breathing in small pants, all from arousal at my touch.
"Huh?"
"Do it again."
I can't help but moan at the need in his voice. Stepping back to him I place my hands on his
hips to keep him steady as my mouth again seeks his flesh. The taste of him is enough to make my knees
weak. Licking my way across his stomach
I once again settle my tongue in his navel.
Circling, stroking, thrusting in and out mimicking what my body
wants. I hear his ragged breath,
formerly regulated breathing replaced by frantic panting.
Leaving his navel I run my tongue along the edge of his jeans,
slipping underneath as much as the material will allow. My left hand comes down to unbutton his
jeans. Unzipping them, then pushing them
down as I eliminate any hindrance to my goal.
I want to taste him.
"Angel. Hey you poof,
where are you."
"Shit."
I hear Wesley curse above me and as hard as I try I can't keep
myself from laughing. I've never heard
Wes curse quite so violently. I pull his
pants back into place and help him down from the ladder just as Spike walks
into the room.
Looking from Wes's flushed face to my annoyance, Spike raises one
eyebrow. I pray for brief seconds that
he'll keep his comments to himself. My
prayers go unanswered.
"All I had to do was follow the trail of pheromones."
"Spike, what do you want?"
I try to keep from gritting my teeth as I speak.
"Just wanted to see if you needed any help, guess not,
huh."
Looking from Wes to myself again he turns around and goes back the
way he came. I look over to Wesley to
see that his color and his breathing has returned to normal.
“Wes I..."
"Please don't say you're sorry. I'm certainly not."
"I was going to say I'm sorry we were interrupted and for
Will's teasing."
"Oh, well, yes, that's good then. I've really become used to Spike in the weeks
he's been here, as a matter of fact...could you please kiss me so I'll stop
babbling."
Without hesitation I pull him to me and sink my tongue into his
mouth before he can take another breath.
I caress his tongue pulling it into my mouth sucking on it lightly. Hearing him moan fuels the barely banked fire
rolling through me and I crush our bodies together.
His hips shift rhythmically against mine. I cup his ass and bring his erection against
mine to create the friction we both crave.
My lips leave his to trail down his neck and I'm humbled by the fact
that he doesn't even flinch when I begin to set light nips across his
throat. As I suck the skin along his
jugular into my mouth his hips thrust harder against me and his breathing is
nothing more than short pants now. He's
so close and I desperately want to feel that release against me.
Moving my mouth to his ear I suck the lobe into my mouth, keeping
my voice low I set forth to push him over the edge as my tongue rims his ear.
"Come for me Wes.
Please, I need you to come for me.
I want feel you let go." I
growl softly into his ear as he whispers my name. "Give me what I want Wes, come for
me. I can smell how close you are. I can smell it building through your body and
God it smells so good. You're so hot, so
hard, like a fire burning me. Now, Wes,
now."
I let my human teeth bare down on his neck sucking the skin into
my mouth as his body jerks against mine.
With my name on his lips, I feel the wetness seep through his pants onto
mine. His body goes limp and I hold him
close to me as I feather kisses across his face.
When his body regains strength he reaches for me, pushing his hand
away I shake my head.
"But you..."
"Later. Why don't you
get cleaned up and meet everyone downstairs."
He turns from me but not before I see the shimmer of rejection and
self doubt in his eyes. I reach out to
turn him back to me. Forcing his eyes to
mine I'm determined to erase any doubts from his mind.
"Wes, I want you. I
want you so much its taking will power I didn't know I had to let you out of
this room before sunrise." Pulling
him close I run my thumbs along his checks.
"I want to be inside you when I come and I don't want it to be
rushed. Just now I needed to know that
you wanted me just as much. I want time
to explore your body, find each and every spot that makes you scream and moan
and writhe with pleasure. And I want the
same in return." After placing a
firm kiss on his lips I seek his eyes once again. "Okay?"
"Y-yes."
"I'll see you downstairs?"
Nodding his head he turns and leaves the room. I'm so absorbed in watching Wes, I don't hear
Spike come up behind me.
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"Guess I won't be getting that phone call."
He jumps at my voice and I smile.
It's been a long time since my Sire has been so lost in someone else
that he doesn't detect me standing not even a foot away before I speak.
Turning to face me I watch the smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.
"Guess not."
Taking a deep breath I smirk at him.
"At least now I know why you want him." At his puzzled look I continue.
"He smells good."
After two hundred and fifty three years you'd think he have
outgrown the sheepish look.
"He does, doesn't he."
The look in his eyes says everything. He's completely head over ass when it comes
to Wesley.
At least I know he'll be okay when I leave him.
"They're ready downstairs.
I volunteered to come up. Figured
you'd rather have me walk in on you than anyone else."
"Thanks"
He starts to look sheepish again.
Bloody hell, you'd think he'd never been in love before.
"Well, let's go then."
"Wait, Will. You know
that this time's it's different. He's
human. He's not
going to live forever, unless..."
"No. I can't and even
if I could I'd never turn him. He
doesn't want it. I don't want it. He wouldn't be the same. I know that I'll lose him one day. At least I can have the next however many
years they see fit to give me. As for
Xander, he knows what to do if I get dusted.
He knows to come here."
"I hope you know that as well. You'll always have a place with me."
"I know, but I don't know what I'll do. There was only one time I was tempted to meet
the sunrise and I can't say that I won't be tempted again. But you'll know either way."
"Are you sure about this, absolutely sure."
"How many years did I spend with Dru, even during the years
she'd scream your name in bed instead of mine.
I never loved Dru they way I love Xander. I never needed her the way I need him. He's all I exist for now."
He nods his head once.
"Let's go."
Walking down the stairs I see my hands start to shake. The nerves are hitting me. Am I doing the right thing? Will I be able to protect and care for him
the way I'm supposed to? Does he really
want this or is he only doing it to make me happy?
Searching for and finding his eyes my case of nerves suddenly
disappears. His gaze is clear and sure,
shining with love that I've probably never deserved.
Time around me seems to stop as he meets me at the bottom of the
stairs. How is it that he knows exactly
what I need? His hands tunnel through my
hair as his lips touch mine. So soft, so
sweet and completely mine.
Pulling back he smiles at me as he takes my hand and leads me to
the couch to sit down.
Angel is pacing once again, waiting for everyone to take a
seat. Once everyone is seated he begins
to go over the details.