Author: Olwen

Rating: R >Pairing: Wesley/Angel

Spoilers: General Season 2

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Email: olwen_b@yahoo.com

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Many thanks to Kassie for beta-ing above and beyond the call of duty.

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Note: Sequel to 'Mistletoe' When we last left our heroes, they were in the Hyperion, late at night after a X-mas party. Angel had just kissed the hell out of Wesley and then invited him upstairs. Wes, being no idiot, had jumped at the chance..... *eg*

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Angel led him across the lobby of the Hyperion. Even through the darkened hall, full of ottomans and lamp cords and assorted stacks of demonic tomes, Wesley didn't stumble; perhaps some of the vampire's unerring grace was being transmitted through the cool hand holding his. He didn't stumble in body at any rate. His willingness took a tumble or two.

He was being led to the slaughter, his rational, sensible, vampire-fearing mind kept telling him. No, his body replied, only to a sea-change, a rebirth, to something I have wanted without name forever. They were fighting it out, Wesley as the battleground and prize. Angel was not only playing for the body's side, he was willing to cheat.

At the foot of the stairs, his fears won out, and Wesley stopped, unable to begin that climb. Angel seemed to sense this and did not pull him further. He released Wesley's hand and stepped around behind him, placing strong hands on his shoulders. He did not push him, as was half expected, instead he folded down Wesley's collar and placed a single kiss on the back of his neck. The sensation of cool lips and warm tongue sent shivers pouring down his spine, rationality took a nosedive, and Wesley began to climb the stairs. Angel followed, ghostly silent.

In the upstairs hall leading to the rooms, Wesley hesitated again, and Angel came up close beside him. Wesley braced himself for another touch on the neck, but instead the vampire took his right hand in both of is. He lifted it slowly to his lips, and delicately kissed each fingertip. Then, as Wesley gazed wide-eyed, Angel drew his index finger into his mouth.

"Ohhh," Wesley couldn't hold back the gasp, as his fingertip was gently nibbled and licked. All intelligent thought was wiped away by the flood of sensation coursing down his arm and straight to his groin. When Angel released the single digit, he took both the warm human hands in his pale ones. Wesley followed as best he could on shaking knees.

Angel led him down to his room, pausing outside for a moment to push Wesley up against the wall by the door. He leaned in, covering the slender man's body with his, and kissed him long and deeply. Wesley made no protest, just opened his mouth, slid his hands round Angel's neck to tangle long fingers in the vampire's hair.

When Wesley was panting and harder than ever, Angel stepped inside his darkened bedroom, turned to face his companion. Wesley could only see a gleam of light caught in Angel's eyes, the sheen on his silk shirt, but his voice was clear and deep as he spoke.

"Wes. Please. Come in."

//This was it//, Wesley thought, sanity making a last desperate bid for supremacy. //I can't go in there... oh god... how can I *not* go in there//. His breathing still quick and agitated, he leaned against the wall where Angel had left him and closed his eyes.

"Wh-- what are we doing?" Wesley's voice was rough and agonized.

Angel stepped forward, leaned against the doorjamb. Though he didn't smile, his voice was rich with gentle humor as he replied, "Well, if you like, I *could* draw you a diagram..."

>Wesley just glared at him, unwilling to see the humor.

"Or perhaps a diorama would be useful, I know I could find some dolls around here somewhere..."

This drew a reluctant snicker from Wesley, and he pulled himself together again. "No." he said firmly, refusing to be sidetracked by the image of a little Angel doll lying on top of a little Wesley doll..... well mostly refusing.

"No, I mean you and me. What are we doing? This just came out of nowhere, it's *crazy*." Wesley shook is head, the rational part of him gaining the upperhand. "This is madness. I--" he shook himself slightly and turned to Angel, determination written in his posture. "This is a mistake. I'm going home."

He was turning to leave, firmly ignoring the whimper of loneliness in his soul, when Angel's voice floated out of the dark room again.

"This isn't out of nowhere. It was only a matter of time, Wesley." He didn't plan to stop, but Angel's voice slipped over him -- silken ribbons of sound -- and he stood still, ensnared.

"No one else knows you like I do, Wes. No one has seen more of you than I have. Your courage, your cowardice, your loves and hates and needs. The way you over salt your scrambled eggs. The reverent delight in your eyes whenever you spy a bookstore. The way you smell after having sex with some bleached blonde you hardly knew."

Wesley just stood there, heart beating faster, palms growing sweaty, frightened and trembling and enthralled.

"The hatred you once carried for your father, now buried so very, very deeply. How you miss England and it's terrible food and eternally damp air. Your perfect aim with darts." Angel's voice was calm and smooth, like a very old, deep river. Peaceful on the surface, yet the deep currents could wash away mountains. "How your shoulder still aches from when Faith dislocated it. Your nightmares of being locked under the stairs. I know all this, and so much more. I understand you, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. And I know you want me as much as I want you."

Finally he moved, sliding up behind Wesley with inhuman grace. Very slowly, he placed his hands on Wesley's shoulders and pulled him close. Close against Angel's body, and held him with delicate care, with inescapable strength.

"And, sooner or later, I'll know how the sweat on the small of your back tastes." Angel murmured in Wesley's ear, "How you sound when you're moaning my name. If you'll pant when I enter you, or if you'll whimper, or if you'll just bite your lip and come right then."

Angel's breath was cool, his tongue only slightly warmer when he traced the curve of the trembling man's ear. Wesley shuddered, leaned his head back on Angel's shoulder, melted into his embrace. When Angel placed one light kiss on his jugular, Wesley's good sense gave up once and for all.

"It's only a matter of time, Wes," Angel went on, "and I for one would rather we began tonight." And now when he pulled his human companion towards the bedroom door there was no pause, no hesitation. Wesley went eagerly, hunger in his eyes, and he drew Angel's mouth to his as the door shut behind them.

TBC