After the Dance
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Adult ++
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After the Dance
Title: After the Dance
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: Wes/Angel
Warning: Tiny bit of D/s.
Summary: Wesley goes home after watching Xander and Spike dance together. (Sequel to Dancing)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If yont int it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)
Authors Note: For entrenous who wanted some Wes/Angel.
***
Wesley gunned the motor of his bike, feeling the vibrations radiate out through his limbs. The thunderous rumbling made his overly sensitive groin ache, but he ignored it. He'd be home soon enough, and could take care of himself there.
Though the thought of having to take care of himself depressed him greatly. After watching Xander and Spike together, it was obvious that they were having more than just a casual fling. The affection they had for one another carried through in every kiss and caress he'd spied.
Wesley parked, pulling his helmet off before walking into the hotel. It was barely even midnight, yet he was exhausted. The orgasm that had ripped through him at the club had left him with little strength, though his prick was hard and aching yet again. Just thinking about the pair made Wesley's arousal mount.
Preoccupied Wesley didn't see Angel until it was too late.
***
Angel's arms shot out to steady Wesley before he fell down the steps. "Wes, where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Sorry, Angel." Wesley mumbled, seemingly unable to look him in the eye. "I...uh...I'm just a bit tired. I'm going up to my room. Thank you again for letting me stay until I find a place of my own."
"Sure." Angel nodded, letting Wesley go. He sniffed the air, wondering what was the matter with the ex-Watcher. The scent of arousal and cum nearly knocked Angel over. What the Hell?
Quietly, he followed Wesley up. As Wesley's door slid shut, Angel stuck out one finger, insuring that the door would stay open a crack. Feeling slightly guilty, Angel peeked in, waiting.
***
Oh, Lord! Whafoolfool! He'd nearly run Angel down in his haste to be 'alone'. The look on Angel's face, the concern, had Wesley's heart beating frantically. The truth was that he wanted anything but to be alone. He wished that he were bold enough to tell Angel so, to tell the vampire that he'd had more than one passing fancy involving the man. He wished he had a chance at the kind of affectionate caring Xander had found with Spike.
Quickly he stripped, laying himself out atop the bedclothes. Leaning his head back, he grasped the base of his cock, and closed his eyes. Slowly he stroked, thinking of Angel. Thinking of Angel wanting him, taking him, having him.
Angel would enter the room, gloriously nude, hard cock jutting out before him. Growling he'd throw Wesley onto the bed, ripping his clothes off, before pouncing atop the trembling man. Wesley would stammer and plead, pushing his throbbing prick into the vampire's cool hand, begging for more.
Angel would comply, creating a tight tunnel for Wesley to thrust into. He'd purr, a soft rumbling sound, as he nuzzled at Wesley's neck, licking along the collarbone. Then before Wesley could reach the precipice, Angel would pull away. He'd slick his fingers, and *push* inside Wesley, stretching him wide. Then as Wesley groaned in protest, the cool fingers would leave his warm tunnel, and Angel would enter him oh, so smoothly.
"Yes, Angel!" Wesley cried as his fantangelngel pushed inside, filling him with his thick shaft. Wesley arched off the bed as he fingered his hole, pressing one, then two fingers inside. While his other hand continued to strip his aching cock.
***
Holy, fuck! Wesley was...and thinking about him. Angel was instantly hard. His cock had been twitching since the moment he'd scented the air around Wesley. But now it was fully erect, and desperate to be inside the writhing piece of flesh before him.
Withoonsconscious thought Angel found himself pushing through the doorway. Growling, he pounced atop Wesley, pressing their mouths together in a hungry kiss, muffling Wesley's surprised cry.
"Fuck, Wesley! Why didn't you ever - ? Fuck!" Angel had managed to get his clothes off somewhere between kisses. And now their hard cocks rubbed painfully together, making both men moan.
"Angel, is this real?" Wesley begged for an answer, hands running up and down Angel's body as if to check that he were more than just a fantasy. Wesley let himself believe when Angel stopped, looked directly into his eyes and smiled, before leaning down to kiss his lips once more. "Angel, please! Please, take me, luv!" Wesley accompanied his desperate pleas with a thrust of his hips.
"Wes!" Angel cried as their bodies collided once more. d, yd, you're so incredibly hot. You know how hard you made me? Watching you touch yourself? Hearing you call my name?" Angel grasped Wesley's hand and brought it down to cup his hard-on. "I'm aching for you, Wes."
"Yes, please. Take me. Have me. I'm yours."
Angel reached down, pressing a finger into Wesley's slicked hole. "You prepared yourself for me." His voice was full of awe. "Can't tell you how much that turns me on."
"Yes, Angel. For you. Please." Wesley pushed back against the probing fingers. "I'm ready. Please!"
Then Angel was inside him, Wesley's tight heat pressing against his cock.
***
Wesley shut his eyes tight. Angel. Angel was there. Real. Inside him. He tightened his muscles experimentally thrilling at the shudder that rolled through Angel at the sensation. Angel began a harsh rhythm, pressing Wesley back into the mattress with almost punishing force. Wesley loved it.
AngeAngel! God, luv, you've no idea. No idea, how much I've wanted..." Wesley's words trailed away as he gave himself over to the feelings overwhelming him. Angel's cool prick slicing in and out of him, the feeling of Angel's body pressing into him, surrounding him. He felt taken care of. He felt...mastered.
***
Angel slowed, taking in Wesley's words. Once more, he scented the air. Angel roared, unable to keep himself from vamping. When this only increased the amount of pheromones coming off Wesley Angel had to fight his demon to keep from leaning forward and tasting his lover.
Wesley scent made it obvious how much the ex-Watcher was enjoying this. How much Wesley wanted Angel. How much he wanted the man...and the master vampire.
"You like seeing me like this, Wes?" Angel asked. "Like seeing my demon face?"
Wesley nodded frantically.
"This what you wanted, Wes? Wanted to be mine?! Want to be the property of a Master?"
Again frantic nods this time accompanied by loud whimpers.
Angel continued to thrust, sheathing his cock fully before pulling out and ramming back home. "You know if you were mine, I'd take care of you. Nothing touches you, except me. And I get to touch you whenever I want. Understand? Get to fuck you, suck you, or command you anyway I want, whenever I want. Got it?"
"Yes, Angel. Yours." The words were groaned out.
"You like that, don't you? My commanding you." Angel nodded at Wesley's moan. "I could walk into a room with you and Cordy, tell you to drop your pants and spread 'em, and you would, wouldn't you?" Angel smirked as Wesley's cock jumped and pressed against his abdomen. Leaning forward he scraped his fangs against Wesley's neck, tongue snaking out to lick lightly at the salted skin.
"Oh!" Wesley nearly screamed. "Pleasegel.gel. Bite me. Taste me."
And then Angel did.
***
Wesley came with surprising force, shooting all over himself and Angel in the process. His whole body felt lethargic and sated. Angel was still licking at the tiny wounds he'd created, making Wesley's skin tingle.
"Yours." He whispered, tightening his muscles again, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his lover. His Master.
"Yes, Mine!"
Wesley smiled at Angel's reply, wanting nothing more than to be the vampire's in any way he wished. He curled into Angel's arms, letting the vampire pet and cuddle him until they were both comfortable. He waited for the sated feeling to abate, for his normal morose mood to descend. But amazingly it never did.
He'd finally found a place for himself. He finally belonged.
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: Wes/Angel
Warning: Tiny bit of D/s.
Summary: Wesley goes home after watching Xander and Spike dance together. (Sequel to Dancing)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If yont int it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)
Authors Note: For entrenous who wanted some Wes/Angel.
***
Wesley gunned the motor of his bike, feeling the vibrations radiate out through his limbs. The thunderous rumbling made his overly sensitive groin ache, but he ignored it. He'd be home soon enough, and could take care of himself there.
Though the thought of having to take care of himself depressed him greatly. After watching Xander and Spike together, it was obvious that they were having more than just a casual fling. The affection they had for one another carried through in every kiss and caress he'd spied.
Wesley parked, pulling his helmet off before walking into the hotel. It was barely even midnight, yet he was exhausted. The orgasm that had ripped through him at the club had left him with little strength, though his prick was hard and aching yet again. Just thinking about the pair made Wesley's arousal mount.
Preoccupied Wesley didn't see Angel until it was too late.
***
Angel's arms shot out to steady Wesley before he fell down the steps. "Wes, where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Sorry, Angel." Wesley mumbled, seemingly unable to look him in the eye. "I...uh...I'm just a bit tired. I'm going up to my room. Thank you again for letting me stay until I find a place of my own."
"Sure." Angel nodded, letting Wesley go. He sniffed the air, wondering what was the matter with the ex-Watcher. The scent of arousal and cum nearly knocked Angel over. What the Hell?
Quietly, he followed Wesley up. As Wesley's door slid shut, Angel stuck out one finger, insuring that the door would stay open a crack. Feeling slightly guilty, Angel peeked in, waiting.
***
Oh, Lord! Whafoolfool! He'd nearly run Angel down in his haste to be 'alone'. The look on Angel's face, the concern, had Wesley's heart beating frantically. The truth was that he wanted anything but to be alone. He wished that he were bold enough to tell Angel so, to tell the vampire that he'd had more than one passing fancy involving the man. He wished he had a chance at the kind of affectionate caring Xander had found with Spike.
Quickly he stripped, laying himself out atop the bedclothes. Leaning his head back, he grasped the base of his cock, and closed his eyes. Slowly he stroked, thinking of Angel. Thinking of Angel wanting him, taking him, having him.
Angel would enter the room, gloriously nude, hard cock jutting out before him. Growling he'd throw Wesley onto the bed, ripping his clothes off, before pouncing atop the trembling man. Wesley would stammer and plead, pushing his throbbing prick into the vampire's cool hand, begging for more.
Angel would comply, creating a tight tunnel for Wesley to thrust into. He'd purr, a soft rumbling sound, as he nuzzled at Wesley's neck, licking along the collarbone. Then before Wesley could reach the precipice, Angel would pull away. He'd slick his fingers, and *push* inside Wesley, stretching him wide. Then as Wesley groaned in protest, the cool fingers would leave his warm tunnel, and Angel would enter him oh, so smoothly.
"Yes, Angel!" Wesley cried as his fantangelngel pushed inside, filling him with his thick shaft. Wesley arched off the bed as he fingered his hole, pressing one, then two fingers inside. While his other hand continued to strip his aching cock.
***
Holy, fuck! Wesley was...and thinking about him. Angel was instantly hard. His cock had been twitching since the moment he'd scented the air around Wesley. But now it was fully erect, and desperate to be inside the writhing piece of flesh before him.
Withoonsconscious thought Angel found himself pushing through the doorway. Growling, he pounced atop Wesley, pressing their mouths together in a hungry kiss, muffling Wesley's surprised cry.
"Fuck, Wesley! Why didn't you ever - ? Fuck!" Angel had managed to get his clothes off somewhere between kisses. And now their hard cocks rubbed painfully together, making both men moan.
"Angel, is this real?" Wesley begged for an answer, hands running up and down Angel's body as if to check that he were more than just a fantasy. Wesley let himself believe when Angel stopped, looked directly into his eyes and smiled, before leaning down to kiss his lips once more. "Angel, please! Please, take me, luv!" Wesley accompanied his desperate pleas with a thrust of his hips.
"Wes!" Angel cried as their bodies collided once more. d, yd, you're so incredibly hot. You know how hard you made me? Watching you touch yourself? Hearing you call my name?" Angel grasped Wesley's hand and brought it down to cup his hard-on. "I'm aching for you, Wes."
"Yes, please. Take me. Have me. I'm yours."
Angel reached down, pressing a finger into Wesley's slicked hole. "You prepared yourself for me." His voice was full of awe. "Can't tell you how much that turns me on."
"Yes, Angel. For you. Please." Wesley pushed back against the probing fingers. "I'm ready. Please!"
Then Angel was inside him, Wesley's tight heat pressing against his cock.
***
Wesley shut his eyes tight. Angel. Angel was there. Real. Inside him. He tightened his muscles experimentally thrilling at the shudder that rolled through Angel at the sensation. Angel began a harsh rhythm, pressing Wesley back into the mattress with almost punishing force. Wesley loved it.
AngeAngel! God, luv, you've no idea. No idea, how much I've wanted..." Wesley's words trailed away as he gave himself over to the feelings overwhelming him. Angel's cool prick slicing in and out of him, the feeling of Angel's body pressing into him, surrounding him. He felt taken care of. He felt...mastered.
***
Angel slowed, taking in Wesley's words. Once more, he scented the air. Angel roared, unable to keep himself from vamping. When this only increased the amount of pheromones coming off Wesley Angel had to fight his demon to keep from leaning forward and tasting his lover.
Wesley scent made it obvious how much the ex-Watcher was enjoying this. How much Wesley wanted Angel. How much he wanted the man...and the master vampire.
"You like seeing me like this, Wes?" Angel asked. "Like seeing my demon face?"
Wesley nodded frantically.
"This what you wanted, Wes? Wanted to be mine?! Want to be the property of a Master?"
Again frantic nods this time accompanied by loud whimpers.
Angel continued to thrust, sheathing his cock fully before pulling out and ramming back home. "You know if you were mine, I'd take care of you. Nothing touches you, except me. And I get to touch you whenever I want. Understand? Get to fuck you, suck you, or command you anyway I want, whenever I want. Got it?"
"Yes, Angel. Yours." The words were groaned out.
"You like that, don't you? My commanding you." Angel nodded at Wesley's moan. "I could walk into a room with you and Cordy, tell you to drop your pants and spread 'em, and you would, wouldn't you?" Angel smirked as Wesley's cock jumped and pressed against his abdomen. Leaning forward he scraped his fangs against Wesley's neck, tongue snaking out to lick lightly at the salted skin.
"Oh!" Wesley nearly screamed. "Pleasegel.gel. Bite me. Taste me."
And then Angel did.
***
Wesley came with surprising force, shooting all over himself and Angel in the process. His whole body felt lethargic and sated. Angel was still licking at the tiny wounds he'd created, making Wesley's skin tingle.
"Yours." He whispered, tightening his muscles again, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his lover. His Master.
"Yes, Mine!"
Wesley smiled at Angel's reply, wanting nothing more than to be the vampire's in any way he wished. He curled into Angel's arms, letting the vampire pet and cuddle him until they were both comfortable. He waited for the sated feeling to abate, for his normal morose mood to descend. But amazingly it never did.
He'd finally found a place for himself. He finally belonged.