Title: Through the Dawn
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: When faced with a split second
decision Wes made one that tore his heart
apart. Now he must survive the aftermath
of one action.
Rating: NC-17 m/m slash
Pairing: Angel/Wesley 
Spoilers: "Lineage" Ep 7/5th Season 'Angel'
Feedback: Please feed the baby slash ho' it
needs nourishment to grow! ;-)
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com
Author's note: This is a follow-up to my previous
story 'Deora Ar Mo Chroi'. I'm thinking this might
turn into a series. Watch out K you've created a
slash ho' monster. LOL
 
***
 
It had been two weeks.
 
Two lonely weeks for Angel as what had began the
night of the Halloween party had faded into the ever
annoying shuffle of work. After all was said and done
he was quite sure that the only reason he had ripped
into Wesley about Fred being injured was that he was
angry about one simple thing.
 
The fact was that Wes had pulled back after that
night.
 
He had doubts---Angel knew that---but that gave him
no right to close Angel out completely. Even with
Buffy
he had always felt the unspoken need for space and he
had respected that. But with Wesley it had been
different.
 
Wesley had simply closed a door.
 
Pretended that nothing had ever happened.
 
Pretended that Angel hadn't made love to him or that 
Angel had held him while he cried in hope. The hope 
that had quickly become fear again. Unfortunately
Angel was left to sweep away the memories of their one
passion filled night beneath the rug or into a dark
corner.
 
God knew Angel had tried to talk to him, but Angel
wasn't one for talking. The one time he truly tried he
had ended up pushing Wesley against the wall and tried
to show him.
 
Wesley's reaction was pure horror that someone would
catch Angel 'attacking him like an animal'.
 
So the anger had built up until Angel exploded.
 
Again Fred---unknowingly---was the catalyst.
 
Then Roger had showed up.
 
The ever elusive faceless father finally had a face
and Angel hadn't liked what he saw. He had wanted to
grab Wesley in front of the old man and thoroughly
claim him with the deepest kiss he could. In the end
he had watched the man he cared for wither beneath the
son of a bitch's cold, stern gaze.
 
He had wanted to tell Wesley that it was okay. That he
understood how he felt, but did he really? Wesley and
his father had a complex history that Wes had not seen
fit to share. Whether from fear or his ever stoic
British background Angel never could figure out.
 
Then in one split second he had watched as Wesley had
finally faced off with his father on the windy roof
top. Even as he fought the power of the staff---as it
stole his will---he had heard pure anger and pain in
Wesley's voice.
 
That was when Fred had showed and again it seemed she
was the catalyst. The match that lit the flame.
 
Wesley had killed his father without hesitation.
 
Of course it wasn't his father, but Wes hadn't known
that when he pulled the trigger repeatedly. After a
moment of horror Wes had recovered and the shields
were back in place.
 
He was okay.
 
Everything was okay.
 
"Bullshit!" Angel growled as he put his fist through
the shower door sending chards of frosted glass
scattering across the tile floor.
 
It was the middle of the night and he was going crazy.
 
He wanted---no needed---to be with Wes.
 
It didn't matter what Wes said. He wasn't all right.
It wasn't fine and if Angel heard that word one more
time he was going to do more than just fuck Wesley
through the mattress when he found him.
 
Storming out of the bathroom he grabbed his robe and
headed for Wesley's apartment not caring that he had
made it to the elevator before he even bothered to put
it on. Screw anyone who had seen him. Besides he
doubted anyone was stupid enough to point out to him
that he was dripping wet and naked in the hall. At
least not after Halloween, Eve, and the area behind 
a certain couch in his office.
 
That had sent the water cooler gossips buzzing for a
full week.
 
***
 
Wesley lay curled on the sofa staring at some crazed
infomercial commentator trying to convince him that
spray painting a man's bald head would make him to
have a full head of hair.
 
Right.
 
I'm buying that, he thought, as he tossed back his
fourth scotch since retiring for the night.  
 
He tossed the empty glass to the floor his throat
tightening with revulsion. Revulsion for what he had
done on the roof earlier, but what was done was done. 
 
At least it hadn't been his father in the end. Just a
pile of flesh, wire, and metal...a bloody cyborg.
 
From somewhere deep inside he heard that sharp, cold
voice that had haunted him for his entire life.
 
*Listen to yourself Wesley. Sounding like some less
than educated, bar-hopping, cockney punk. I did not
raise you to speak in such a manner.*
 
"Fuck you...," he hissed through his teeth as he
rolled off the sofa and stumbled to the bar. This time
he just grabbed the bottle of Glenlivet instead of
bothering with the entire glass concept.
 
As he headed back to the sofa he slipped on the glass
he had tossed and landed on his ass in the middle of
the floor with a loud thump. A soft giggle escaped him
as he crawled to his knees his one hand still
clutching the bottle of scotch.
 
Was he upset that he had killed his 'father'?
 
Or was he upset because it hadn't been his father?
 
Collapsing in front of the sofa he pulled his knees up
and rested his chin against them as he fumbled at the
cap on the bottle. The cap finally popped off landing
on the carpet spinning into the shadows beneath the
coffee table.
 
"Bugger." Wes grunted as he lifted the bottle taking a
long scalding drink.
 
His mouth, his throat, and finally his stomach erupted
with the sharp warmth of the alcohol. 
 
"This isn't helping Wesley."
 
Glancing up through a haze of scotch and disgust Wes 
cocked his head and snorted. "How the...the bloody
hell
did you...get in here?" His words slurred as he turned
back to the bottle.
 
Hand shooting out Angel tore the bottle from Wesley's
grasp, smashing it against the far wall. 
 
"Standing invitation." His words were cool, but edged
with a tension even Wes could sense.
 
"I'll have to fix that." Fumbling to his feet Wes
started to head for the bar only to be halted by
Angel's fist tangling in his shirt front.
 
Angel growled softly as he lifted Wes up until his
toes
barely grazed the floor. "What the fuck is your
problem
Wesley?! What exactly do you think you're doing?"
 
Alcohol glazed eyes moved from the top of Angel's
head down his body to his bare feet.
 
"You're wet."
 
"What?" Angel frowned as he slowly lowered Wes back
to the carpet.
 
"You...," Wesley poked him in the chest,
"...are...W-E-
T...wet. And you are dripping on my bloody carpet." He
raised his hand to poke Angel again, but his hand was
intercepted by Angel's.
 
"Yes...I am wet." Angel raised an annoyed brow at Wes.
 
"So...," Wes hiccuped, "...go find a towel and bugger
off!"
 
Instead of the reaction Wesley had expected Angel
pulled him into his arms. For a moment Wes held his
breath just staring into those dark fathomless eyes
not
sure what was about to happen.
 
"Do you know why I'm here?" Angel sighed softly as he
burrowed his face in the vee of Wesley's shoulder and
neck. His lips moved across Wesley's skin, his teeth 
nipping, and his tongue soothing.
 
"Ha...aven't a...a clue," Wes moaned.
 
One of Angel's hands lifted to tangle in his hair
painfully, the other slid down his back to cup his
ass.
 
"This...,"Angel hissed, "...is why I came. You belong
to me Wesley." He squeezed roughly as he lifted his
head biting at Wesley's lower lip.
 
"...no...," moaning Wes tried to push away.
 
"Yes." Angel ground his hips against Wesley's. His
erection was met by a matching one as Wes fought him.
 
"...no...Angel...," he gasp against Angel's demanding
mouth.
 
Pushing Wesley back onto the sofa he reached down 
cupping Wes through his slacks---rubbing---stroking
until his hips were humping against Angel's palm.
 
"Yes Wesley...your body wants me...I know your
heart...,"
 
Wesley's eyes flew open as he squirmed beneath Angel's
 
weight. "No one knows my heart!" Wes screamed as he
struggled to free himself. "I have no heart...no
soul!"
 
Pulling back Angel looked into Wesley's eyes. Tears
were rolling down his face as he turned from Angel.
 
Grasping his jaw Angel forced Wes to look at him
with a growl. "Don't say that! Don't ever say that 
again...you're a good man. You saved Fred, you
saved me."
 
"But at what cost? I murdered my own father."
 
"It wasn't your father."
 
"I didn't know...oh God...I didn't know!" Wesley
pushed him away and stood moving across the
room. His shoulders slumped as he began crying,
his chest heaving with each sob. 
 
Angel moved up behind him tightening the belt
of his robe. He hated this more than anything
else in the world. If he could he would kill the
son of a bitch who did this to Wes. Wrapping 
his arms around Wes he places a gentle kiss at
the base of his neck.
 
"He hurt you Wesley...I know that. But you
have to let this go. I told you that you're the
strong one...the one that makes the hard...the
important decisions and I meant that."
 
Wesley turned in Angel's embrace his gaze
moving over Angel's face. "I'm not as strong 
as you think...," he whispered, "...it's you that
makes me strong Angel." He leaned in brushing
his lips against Angel's. "I'm so fucking scared
Angel...I've never loved anyone like I love you.
I would do anything for you...even follow you 
to the furthest reaches of Hell or to Heaven itself."
 
With trembling hands he began to unbutton his
shirt slowly---his eyes never leaving Angel's face.
 
"Show me that I'm right...tell me that you will
never leave me."
 
His shirt fell to the floor and moments later his
pants joined it. Pushing down his boxers he stepped
back standing naked and flushed in front of Angel.
 
"Don't give up on me."
 
Angel smiled at the way Wes stood---arms crossed
in front of his chest---eyes averted to the floor. "I
never will...I'll always trust you...with my life," he
slipped off his robe, "...and my death." 
 
Moving closer he took Wesley's hand in his and
guided him to the bedroom very much like he had
their first night together. This time he wouldn't be 
gentle like then. Tonight Wes needed to know that 
he was alive and Angel planned on making him 
know that without question.
 
***
 
His fingers dug into the curve of Wesley's hipbone
as he slid his mouth over his erection. A sound
somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped
Wes as his fingers tangled in the sheet.
 
"God...Angel...please...,"
 
Angel smiled around Wes's cock as his tongue swirled
up and around the tip his fingers tightening around
the base. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin
 
sending a convulsive jerk through Wesley's body. His
back bowed---his head thrashing against the pillows---
as his heartbeat sped up.
 
"Please!" Wes cried out in a half choked sob.
 
Releasing him Angel crawled up the bed on his hands
and knees as if he were giant cat stalking his prey.
 
"What do you want Wes?" He hissed leaning close
to the sweat dampened hair that curled around the
shell of Wesley's ear. Shifting his hips he rubbed 
against the throbbing flesh beneath him with a moan. 
 
"Tell me what you want."
 
"You...,"
 
Angel clucked his tongue against the roof of his
mouth. "Tell me."
 
"Can't...," Wes moaned as Angel teased one nipple with
his fingertip as he nipped at the pulsing vein in his
throat.
 
"You can...you will." 
 
Angel cruelly pinched the hard nub between his
thumb and forefinger causing Wes to yelp.
 
"Want you...you to...,"
 
"Yes?"
 
Wesley's eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed himself 
against Angel's cool hardness.
 
"Want you...to...to fuck me...," he moaned again
his hips humping up as Angel slid his thigh between
Wesley's trembling legs.
 
"Look at me Wes."
 
His eyes flickered open as he panted softly.
 
"Do you want this?" Angel raised a brow as his
fingers curled around his erection---sliding the
foreskin back---his thumb sliding over the tip
glistening with pre-cum. "Here?" His other hand
slid beneath Wes's balls---one finger teasing along
the cleft of his ass.
 
"Yes! Oh, God please...Angel...please...,"
 
Angel grinned. "Has anyone ever told you that you're
sexier than hell when you beg?"
 
"Bloody hell...just shag me already you bastard!"
 
Sliding up Wes's body Angel reached for the nightstand
draw and pulled out the lube. Squirting out a small
amount in his palm he rubbed his hands together
warming it.
 
"On your knees."
 
Wes pushed himself up on trembling legs, then burrowed
his face in the pillows as he spread his legs. Gently
Angel teased at his anus with one finger spreading the
warm slick gel until Wes thought he would go mad. He
was about to scream in desperation when Angel pushed
one long finger into him. 
 
"Is this what you want?"
 
"Yes...," Wes thrust back, "...more...want more."
 
Angel pulled back and added a second finger causing
the taunt body beneath him to shudder. He continued
stretching him carefully, his fingertips scraping his
prostate until Wes was whimpering and quivering.
 
Slipping his fingers from Wes he worked the last of
the lube over his cock, then positioned himself.
 
"Are you ready?"
 
Wes whimpered in reply.
 
Pushing forward he slowly worked his way into the
tight, hot body beneath him and he moaned. With a
grunt of pleasure Angel grabbed Wes's hips and slammed
forward.
 
Wes screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
 
"You're beautiful...," Angel whispered as he leaned
forward one arm pulling Wes up against his chest.
"Fucking incredible."
 
He licked along Wes's neck tasting the salty tang of
sweat as his other hand reached down to curl around
Wes's erection squeezing roughly. 
 
"Ride me Wesley," he whispered in his ear as he
started to pump Wesley's cock. "Ride me hard."
 
Slowly Wes slid up, then lowered himself whimpering as
he began to pick up speed.
 
Soon they were moving in tandem and Angel growled in
his ear as Wes wrapped his arms around Angel's neck
tightly. He lost himself in the feeling of being
filled and emptied over and over. His head fell back
on Angel's shoulder his back bowing, his chest pushing
out as Angel's fingers teased at his nipples.
 
"I want to taste you...," Angel growled.
 
"Yes...," Wes moaned.
 
"Your blood...your body...," Angel squeezed his cock
roughly, "...this...it all belongs to me. Can you feel
me inside you? Taking you...fucking you?"
 
"Oh...God...," Wes's cries were getting louder as his
cock swelled in Angel's grip.
 
"I own you...completely."
 
"Yes."
 
"You don't come unless I say so."
 
"Yes."
 
"Do you want to come Wesley?" His face shifted, his
incisors scraping across Wes's throat.
 
"Please!"
 
"Please what?" He began to slowly sink his teeth into
the throbbing vein in Wes's convulsing throat.
 
"Please...let me...come...," Wes gasp as he continued
riding Angel.
 
"Now."
 
Wesley screamed as his cock began to pulse in Angel's
grip. At the same time he slammed down on Angel's cock
his internal muscles clenching. 
 
Angel let out a roar as he came his teeth sinking into
Wes's throat all the way. Blood filled his mouth as he
spilled his cool seed deep in Wes's convulsing body.
Angel swallowed trembling as the coppery flow of blood
slid down his throat, then he pulled back. He lapped
at the wound until Wes went limp and the last of his
seed poured from his body.
 
They both fell forward in a tangled heap of limbs
still connected as Angel rolled to his side. Wes was
whimpering softly his muscles quivering with the last
shockwaves of his orgasm.
 
"It's okay...shhhh...," Angel whispered softly as he
stroked the side of Wes's tear streaked face. "I've
got you...I've got you."
 
***
 
Hours later Wesley woke his body aching, his head
tucked beneath Angel's chin. Angel's one arm was flung
across the tangled sheets, his other wrapped around
Wes's waist holding him close.
 
He lay there staring at Angel's hand---fingers
splayed---highlighted by the rising sun. What ever
mumbo-jumbo crap they used on the windows was well
worth this moment. 
 
Angel's smooth pale skin gave him the appearance of a
sculpture made of ice and silver in the pale morning
light. Perfect heavenly bliss on earth---here and
now---in Wesley's bed. Wes lay back lazily in Angel's
arms soaking up the dawn and the love he knew now had
helped him make it through.
 
It didn't matter what the past held now. His future
was here in the arms of a fallen angel---his
guardian---his lover.
 
"Wes you awake?"
 
He could almost hear the smile in Angel's voice. Angel
knew he was awake he didn't have to ask. He took a
deep breath as he watched the light and shadow dance
across them like a veil of lace.
 
"Yes...I am...,"
 
He had made it through to another dawn.
 
"I finally am awake."
 
The End