Bitter Substitution

Title: Bitter Substitution
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Wesley/Dean
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series or Supernatural. They belong to their respective creators. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: ‘I sigh, relaxing, knowing that this is going to happen, that nothing will stop it now, that soon he will be fucking me hard.’ On a routine patrol Wesley bumps into someone from his past. Set in Angel between seasons 3 and 4, and set in Supernatural between seasons 2 and 3.
Beta: Bubbysbub, completely and utterly rocks!
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 1/1
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Strong Language for this Chapter as well as M/M sex.


Bitter Substitution

Wesley’s POV

I stalk down the filthy alleyways of dreary downtown LA. Stake up one sleeve, gun up the other. My feet crunch over a newspaper claiming that LA is in the grip of a crime wave but I know better. Since Angel disappeared the vampires and demons have become bold, which has resulted in this supposed crime wave and is the reason why I am stomping through dark alleys at three am and exposing my still healing throat to the night air. Someone needs to patrol, and while Fred and Gunn are busy chasing around after Conner, Angel Investigations is definitely not meeting the demands. Therefore, I and my newly formed Pryce Agency need to step up because if the humans of this city are going to continue to survive, then they need a defender and we’re all out of broody vampires with souls who are seeking redemption. So while I’m still trying to get out of Justine just where Angel is, the city needs to make do with an ex-Watcher who’s seeking redemption for kidnapping the afore mentioned broody vampires human child. I am sure said child who’s now a bloody teenager has something to do with his father’s disappearance but I have no proof and Justine is refusing to talk even though she’s been locked away in my closet for a week.

I hear a noise ahead and are immediately on guard with one hand palming my stake and the other firmly gripping my hidden gun. I move cautiously forward as I hear the unmistakable noises of a fight. I peer round the corner and watch two humans fighting three vampires. One of the men aims a sawn off shotgun at the vampires and I shake my head, bullets don’t do anything except hurt vampires. He shoots but instead of the expected bullet, salt sprays everywhere. So they’re not unprepared dealers or what not. They’re demon hunters, maybe I should help. Then the second one steps into the light and I immediately spring into action. I know that face. The vampires don’t even know I am there, too intent on their quarry. One is staked quickly and then a second as they turn towards me. The third barrels into me toppling us over and I stake him using a method the Scoobies in Sunnydale perfected. Basically I hold up the stake and the vampire does the rest. Sitting up, I gaze at the two men opposite me.

“Why Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, you’ve got some moves.” I take the offered hand that pulls me up.

“It’s been a while since you last saw me, Dean Winchester,” I reply to the man in front of me. I’m getting up as he replies and blatantly checks me out.

“Dean?” the mysterious companion questions quietly.

“Sammy, this is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, Wes this is my younger brother Sam.” Now that I look closer I can see the family resemblance, but I am more interested in Dean. I remember vividly the first time we met, and by his glances it seems it could happen again. I am not adverse to the idea. Lilah’s a good lay but it’s different with a man, something that I’ve been craving for a while.

“Thanks for the rescue, are you a demon hunter too?” Sam asks obviously trying to work out what type of person I am.

“Sort of. I’m actually a private detective specialising in paranormal cases.” I reply without taking my eyes off Dean. I attempt to convey without tipping off his brother that I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance of the last time I met him. Which was the only other time I’d seen him, right before I came to L.A.

“Detective? That’s better than the Watcher’s Council Pawn you were the last time we saw you. Damn Wes you’re looking good.” I move closer to him and run my finger flirtatiously down his bicep.

“You’re not looking too bad either,” I reply conscious of how gravely my voice sounds. He surprises me by cupping my face with his hand right in front of his brother. Last time we subtly flirted and waited til we were firmly behind closed doors before we acted anything other than platonic towards one another. Looks like he has changed too. It turned out that we are both closet bi and neither of us wanted anyone else to know, especially as we both knew it was just a one-night-stand.

“Dean? What’s going on?” The brother Sam asks as if he can’t believe what he is seeing. Dean turns away from me and I expect him to deny everything, which is completely fine, as I’ve grown accustomed to it. However, to my mounting surprise he says something completely unexpected.

“Sorry to shatter your illusions Sammy but I’m not as straight as I appear. You’re not the only one who went against dad’s wishes. I didn’t tell you before cos I like the ladies too but as I only have a year left I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not, not anymore.”

“What?” Sam stands there flabbergasted and I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he had woken up in an alternate reality right about now. I wish I had the balls to stand up to Angel like that. Maybe I will once I finally find him.

“Go home Sammy, I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” Sam opens and closes his mouth a few more times before sticking his hand out.

“Keys!” he demands clearly upset and Dean turns to me.

“You got a ride?” Completely ignoring his brother.

“A bike yeah,” He turns back to Sam reluctantly putting his hand into his pocket.

“If you so much as scratch the paint job,” Dean threatens.

“I won’t but be back by dawn, okay?”

“Yes Mum,” Dean snipes finally giving Sam the keys. His brother just gives him a look and Dean sighs before replying. “I’ll be alright and I’m not possessed. I’ll meet you back at the hotel later and then we’ll talk.” Sam just stares at us for a while longer before nodding and walking off. As soon as he has turned the corner I find myself pulled against Dean, his lips lowering to mine. He soon forces my mouth to open before taking firm possession of it. The kiss is full of fire and passion and I find myself gasping for air when he finally lets my lips go.

“So are we going back to your place or finding the nearest hotel?” He asks me pushing back against me to emphasise his point. I briefly entertain thoughts of having him in my bed at home but discard it as unrealistic. Lilah could appear at any moment and I haven’t sound proofed the closet containing my guest yet.

“Hotel,” I reply.

“Fine with me, lead on McDuff,” he smiles at me cheekily. I hold no illusions about Dean, he is the type of man who has bodies, both male and female, in a dozen ports and he uses that smile to get what he wants but when the sun comes up, he is gone. It suits me fine as that’s all I want. I wink at him before turning and sauntering away. I know my flirtatious behaviour is bamboozling him; the last time we met I was nothing less than bumbling.

But so much has changed since then; I’ve changed so much since then. Back then I had hardly any experience and I lacked confidence in everything I did. I have gone through so much. Back then I felt that only other people’s confidence in me mattered, which meant I did everything I felt they wanted in order to prove myself. This led to the whole Sunnydale debacle. Since then I’ve had Angel and Cordelia believe in me until I believed in myself. Even though they have withdrawn their trust, my confidence in myself remains because I know what I did the night I had my throat slit was the right thing to do with the knowledge I had. We reach my bike but before I can climb on he pulls me back into him so I feel his hard muscles and his hard on. Between peppering kisses up my neck he whispers into my ear.

“Nice bike, mind if I ride it?” I feel his hand grope around in my pocket and I jump out of his embrace before he can grab the keys.

“Sorry babe, you can behind me though,” he smirks at the obvious innuendo and climbs on the bike behind me. I place the key in the ignition and then groan as his hands wander up my chest to play with my nipples.

“Oh am I distracting you,” he asks, faking concern, and I know he has that infernal smirk on his lips. I start the bike while commenting dryly.

“If we crash I’ll blame it entirely on you.” He stays silent as I drive us to the nearest cheap hotel, the type that won’t care if two guys only want one room and just stay for the one night with no baggage. We somehow manage to park and go to the check-in without groping each other. Finally we are behind closed doors and he pushes me up against the wall. I squirm against his hard body, not trying to get away but just needing to know that I can’t get away from him. He just holds me there, not doing anything else for long moments until I finally break.

“Come on, you’ve got me here, you outed yourself to your brother to get me here. Aren’t you going to do something to me?” I challenge him. He smirks at me before taking my mouth in a punishing kiss. He takes me brutally and hot, nothing sweet and tender about this. When he releases my lips they feel swollen and tender.

“I only came so that I could watch porn without having to pay for it,” He releases me to take off his leather jacket and throw it over a chair. He turns back to me as I move fully into the room.

“Hey, how did that leather I left in the hotel work out for you?” I stare at him in surprise.

“You left me that leather?” I ask knowing that he wouldn’t know about it if he hadn’t. I remember how after our one night together I had woken up alone in the hotel bed just as I had expected. When I had checked out though there was a parcel waiting for me. Inside had been a leather jacket and pants. I had worn them until I had met Angel and Cordelia and realised how impractical they were for me. Other people can pull them off, I can’t.

“Yeah, did they fit okay?” Dean wants to know.

“Mmm, they got covered in slime from a chuulack demon.” I lie as I settle on the bed.

“Too bad, you would have looked wicked hot,” Dean, replies smirking as usual.

“What, I don’t look hot now?” I joke and Dean sticks his tongue out at me. I jump on top of the demon hunter and kiss him passionately.

“I think that’s enough small talk don’t you?” Dean asks when we come up for air. I don’t reply but instead attack Dean’s neck below the chain he’s wearing. Dean groans and arches below me using his knees to push my legs open so that he could settle between them. Suddenly I find myself on my back with him above me.

“What was that about?” I ask.

“Wasn’t I promised a ride?” He leers down at me and I push us over til I’m on top.

“Who said anything about me needing to be on the bottom in order to be ridden?” I ask thrusting into his groin. He goes to roll us over again and next moment I find myself on the floor with him above me, he rolled us off the bed.

“Stop rolling and start stripping,” he demands standing up to get rid of his own clothing.

“Sir, yes Sir,” I quip back standing up myself. I find myself up against a wall again, Dean having pushed me there, keeping me there. What is with him and walls? What is with me and liking walls? I know with Lilah I have explored my own sexual likes and dislikes but this is one that never came to light. Maybe because there is just something about a hard male body holding me against a wall that I could never get with Lilah.

“You’re just begging to be punished aren’t you?” he breaths in my ear and I am mortified at how much harder my dick gets. Manly men are not supposed to want those things. Maybe I am the pansy lightweight I always was. He chuckles at my breathy moan and releases me. “If we had more time, unfortunately you’re just going to make do with a hard fuck.” He palms my ass and I arch towards him. There is nothing like another guy touching you. I push him down on the bed and straddle his naked hips.

“Who says you won’t be the one getting fucked?” I challenge. He just smiles at me.

“Sorry, Wes, I top but I must say I do like this aggressive streak of yours. Doesn’t mean that you won’t be writhing on my cock in five minutes.” He rolls us over and uses a hand to pinch my nipple. I arch into the touch as he smooths the hurt before doing it again. I give in and melt beneath him, letting him use my body however he wants. He smiles down at me before nipping at my bottom lip. My hands run over his back before grabbing handfuls of his ass and pulling him closer.

“Mmm, yeah, sounds good,” I murmur before tasting his lips again. Somehow being with a male, even one I hardly know makes me feel more alive than being with Lilah or any other girl. For a second I can just pretend that it’s Angel above me making me feel like this. The body above me nips at my neck and it increases my fantasy though I could never get caught up in it as human sticky warmth is against my own body, hot pants of someone who needs to breath and the beat of a heart, all of this a constant reminder that my bed partner isn’t a vampire.

“Spread those thighs for me Wes,” Dean murmurs in my ear as he grabs my wrists in his hands and places them above my head. I arch up into him wrapping my legs around his waist. He lets go of my wrists but I leave them there liking the feeling of being spread out under that hard body.

“Dean, hurry, need this,” and I do, so badly, I can feel myself aching for it, its been such a long time since a man took me but its not a feeling I am ever going to forget or not crave. He leans off the bed to snag his small pack and after rifling through it for a little while; he pulls out a tube of the good stuff. Soon a hand is between my legs ignoring my hard cock and heavy balls for the puckered skin round my anus. I sigh, relaxing, knowing that this is going to happen, that nothing will stop it now, that soon he will be fucking me hard. I can now just go with the feelings and not have to try so hard to make it happen, because it will.

“There you are,” he murmurs obviously seeing that I’ve relaxed as he pushes a finger deep inside me. I arch up feeling so sensitised. My nipples are hard aching points and I can feel every brush of his skin against mine, the coarse fabric under my back and arms, and the knuckles on his finger inside me. Soon a second is added and all urgency has melted out of our union. He holds himself up by one and stares down at my face more like a lover than a casual acquaintance. I want to turn my head away from that penetrating gaze but I am caught by his stare. I hardly feel the three fingers thrusting into me, his eyes are so intense but I don’t understand, I know this is just for the one night. We both know it. We have completely different lives and he is just someone I can scratch an itch with without repercussions, nothing more.

“Now please now,” I beg as a distraction from the thoughts in my head, I need to get this back on the track of a fun fuck. Nothing more. He kisses me again, it starts out softly but I take control and turn it into something more carnal only stopping to moan into his mouth as he lines his erection up.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, know you’re hungry for it, don’t worry I won’t disappoint.” He croons in my ear as he slowly pushes in. I can do nothing but pant as I am split open by his cock. Finally he is in and he collapses on top of me for a moment panting harshly in my ear.

“Oh yeah,” looks like I have my voice back though my brain seems to be offline though, that’s fine as at the moment I just want to feel.

“Mmmm, Wes you feel so good around me, so tight, ready for me to fuck you into next week?”

“You can try,” I challenge and that is all he needs to lever himself up and arch his brow at me.

“You’ll be regretting those words before the end.”

“All I hear is lots of talk but I don’t see any action,” I nearly choke on my tongue as he moves out and then thrusts in again but he doesn’t give me a chance, thrusting in over and over I can’t get a word in and can only concentrate on trying to keep us from barrelling into the wall at the force of his thrusts, and try to match them with my own.

“Oh yeah, yeah mmm, hell yeah,” is a constant liturgy out of Dean’s mouth and I just grip him closer, too lost in sensations for words. I can’t even let him know when I’m about to come but then it washes over me and I can only concentrate in the sparks going off in my head. I come back to myself in time to feel him pulse inside me before he tumbles to the side. I am reluctant to move away from him and we just lay there side by side until he falls asleep. Once I am sure he is completely asleep I roll over so that I can study him. He looks so innocent in his sleep and I feel a pang of regret for leaving him like this but there is no other option. This is how it must play out. I carefully get out of the bed and search for my clothes trying not to make a noise; I don’t want to wake him up. I could see us both standing there awkwardly if I tried to say goodbye to him. I wonder if I will ever see him again but it is not something I can afford to dwell on. After I am dressed I turn and stare at him asleep tangled up in the sheets on that horrendous hotel bed. I finally just open the door and walk out of it, back to my life and out of his.

The End.