We'll Always Have Paris

We’ll Always Have Paris

Dawn was just breaking behind the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower and Wesley marveled at its beauty as he lay in bed and watched through an open window. It had been years since he had been in Paris, especially at Christmas time and it felt good to be back. Added to that special feeling and his love for the city was the fact that the lowly flat he had shared with a friend in his youth was available to let and he had jumped at the opportunity.

The unit had already come furnished and the previous tenant had decorated it with a small Christmas tree and a sprig of mistletoe over the doorway before they left, adding a touch of nostalgia for Wesley when he had come to inspect the place before he moved in. It was so much like he remembered that he could even recall the name of the dark haired beauty he had kissed under the mistletoe one Christmas long ago.

But that was then and this was now and Wesley’s life had taken such a strange turn that even he couldn’t explain it if he tried. No one would ever believe that he was now working with vampires instead of against them, his days as a Watcher and then rogue demon hunter long gone. His life had purpose now, he had a new love and it was all good.

He was in no hurry to get up so he lingered there, savoring the memory of his liaison with Spike the night before. The smell of sweat and cum was still in the air, mixing with the blond vampire’s unmistakable scent of cigarettes and leather and Wesley smiled to himself. It had been too long since anyone had shared his bed and Spike had made him hurt in all the right places.

Spike closed his eyes and let the hot water beat down on his pale skin for a few minutes before he grabbed the soap and lathered up. He really didn’t want to wash Wesley’s scent off his body but the meeting they were to attend later was strictly business and he couldn’t afford to jeopardize his human by having his smell all over him. Likewise, Wesley would need to shower and Spike was looking forward to marking him again just as soon as they returned home.

A slight creak from the wooden door to the bathroom alerted Spike that Wesley was alive and kicking and his cock gave a small jerk of interest. The thought of having company in the shower excited him and he hoped that Wesley wasn’t too sore from their lovemaking the night before to have a quickie before they left for breakfast.

“Good lord,” Wesley groaned as he squinted at himself in the mirror over the sink and cringed at what he saw staring back at him. He ran his fingers through the mess of tangled hair with one hand and scrubbed at his whiskers with the other then groaned again. Without thinking, he automatically turned on the faucet to wash his face and was taken aback when Spike loudly voiced his displeasure at the sudden burst of cold water.

“Oy! Percy! Vampire here,” Spike shouted before he poked his head out from behind the shower curtain and glared at Wesley.

“Oh my god, Spike. I… I’m so sorry,” Wesley stammered as he turned and saw yellow eyes flash at him.

Spike immediately felt remorse for snapping at Wesley and acted quickly to diffuse the situation.

“No worries, pet,” Spike smiled seductively and let his eyes slide to their beautiful azure color. “Care to join me before all the hot water’s gone?”

Wesley blushed at the invitation and the tingle in his cock. Spike certainly knew how to push his buttons and he hoped that he wouldn’t appear too eager as he tried to be nonchalant in his response.

“Erm… yes. That would be the best thing, I’m sure. This place hasn’t changed that much and we’ve never had enough hot water, so yes. I’ll join you.”

Spike held out his hand in invitation and watched as Wesley’s face reddened and he hesitated for an instant, unsure of himself.

“C’mon luv. Don’t be bashful …” Spike cooed. “It’s all good, yeah?”

And being with Spike was good, Wesley thought. So good that he knew he wanted to be a part of the vampire’s existence for a very long time. Reaching out for the proffered hand, he was pulled gently into the tub and under the water where Spike immediately drew him close and kissed him hard, taking his breath away.

Spike was pleased that Wesley was so receptive to his advances that a quiet purr started in his chest. He had known for quite a while the effect that he had on the brunette whenever they were in the same room but he had never thought to act upon his own feelings until now. Being sent to Paris with Wesley for a few months to handle some business for Angel was the perfect opportunity to seduce the ex-Watcher and it was more than Spike could have ever hoped for.

Wesley gasped when Spike broke their kiss and let him come up for air. He was initially taken by surprise when the blond vampire pulled him into the shower and kissed him but it didn’t take long before he was kissing Spike back with all he was worth. Looking into the intense blue eyes gazing back at him with love and a bit of amusement, Wesley’s heart swelled and so did his cock.

“Oh gods, Spike…”

“Hush, pet,” Spike smiled and put a finger on Wesley’s lips. “Just let me, yeah?” he said softly then proceeded to pepper the brunette’s neck with tiny bites and kisses.

Wesley’s head fell back to allow Spike better access to his throat; the once revolting thought of being bitten by a vampire quickly replaced by the incredible feeling of Spike placing little love bites over his jugular, making him moan with pleasure.

The things that Spike wanted to do to his human made his erection throb harder at the thought and he groaned against Wesley’s skin. Grabbing the taller man’s buttocks with both hands, Spike pulled him closer, lining up both stiff shafts so they would be able to rub against each other.

It didn’t take Wesley’s fuzzy brain very long to figure out what the blond had in mind when he was pulled against the pale body. Without much thought of his own, he automatically reached around Spike for the shampoo bottle nestled in a corner shelf by the faucets and managed to squeeze an ample amount onto his hand. Maneuvering between their bodies without stopping the increasingly desperate kisses, he pressed and moved his hand on both swollen cocks to lather them up.

Spike growled and bucked his hips hard against Wesley, digging his fingers into the firm flesh he held within his hands. He knew there would be marks later but he didn’t care. He needed to have this man any way he could and he would take whatever the brunette was willing to give. He was looking forward to a long, slow fuck under the cascade of warm water, the kind of encounter that would last for more than a few minutes, but his demon demanded something else from his new lover.

Wesley’s skin began to flush as the small vampire kissed, licked and touched any part of his body that he could reach, moaning at the taste and feel of it while he ground his cock against him. His blood boiled and his head began to spin wildly, Spike’s frantic movements on top of his throbbing shaft bringing him closer and closer to the edge of insanity. He ran his hands along the vampire’s arms, over his back and down to the perfect globes of his ass where he stopped to knead the water warmed skin. His moans matched Spike’s as he thrust erratically against the smaller body, desperate for release.

Spike’s teeth itched and his demon roared behind his eyes, challenging him to take Wesley and make him his own. He panted for breath he didn’t need as he struggled for control over his demon, not wanting to hurt his human but wanting to possess him in every way. Spike’s movements became more and more erratic as he ground himself against the hard body in front of him, his orgasm fast approaching.

“Gonna come, luv… come with me,” Spike hissed as his balls tightened and he felt the familiar tingle race down his spine.

“Oh gods, yes,” Wesley moaned as he, too felt his climax bearing down on him like a freight train. He turned his head and offered his throat to Spike. “Take me... please… let me know I’m yours.”

Spike moaned in ecstasy and his demon rejoiced as he let his fangs drop and bit into the soft, yielding skin on Wesley’s shoulder. His orgasm hit so hard at the taste of sweet, human blood that he didn’t think he would ever stop coming, his cold, dead seed spilling between his body and his lover’s as he drank.

Wesley cried out when Spike bit down and he came in one of the most intense orgasms he could ever remember. He wrapped his arms around Spike and held him close while his cock pulsed in time to the vampire’s pull on his veins, slowly softening when Spike’s fangs retracted and he kissed the wound before licking it closed.

Spike gently lowered a limp Wesley to sit in the tub and turned off the water. Neither had noticed that it had turned ice cold and they didn’t seem to care. They had their love to keep them warm.

~ fin ~