A Love Scene
By Byrne
NC-17, W/A
Not mine, Joss's.
Archived at The Crypt
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Angel stood in the doorway of Wes's office, watching as the last of the case paperwork was filled in and filed. They had survived yet another fight, this time in the tight quarters of an ally, and all of the AI team were alive and well. It had been a good night, as such nights go. It had been made better by watching Wes fight--the man was amazing.

Angel had known Wes had his back and had thrown himself into the fray, quickly dispatching his opponent. He turned to give Wes a hand and froze when he saw that Wes's crossbow had been shattered against a wall. Wes was fighting with a sword, and it was beautiful.

Angel and Wes had fought side by side, cutting the demon to shreds. They had bumped into each other, brushed each other with their flailing arms, and wound up pressed against each other with their backs to the wall. Wesley was fierce and vicious as he fought and Angel gloried in it.

Wesley stood over the dead demon, panting, with his eyes still full of fire. Angel had taken one good, long look and turned, stalking to the car before anyone could see the effect that particular image had on him. He hadn't been that hard since...the last time he'd seen Wes fight. The way business was going Angel figured he'd have stroke material for years.

Now he stood in the doorway, watching Wes finish up the paperwork. The others had all been checked over for injuries and were long gone; they were alone, and Angel realized that he hadn't let enough time pass before coming into the office. Just looking at him doing paperwork was enough to make him hard, make him want to push Wes over the desk and suck his brains out through his cock. Slam him into a wall, get that fire into his eyes...fuck. Angel turned to leave, trying to escape before Wes acknowledged his presence and he had to stand there making polite conversation when what he really wanted to do was get the man on his knees and teach him how to beg.

"Angel?" Too late. He turned back to face Wes, reaching for a magazine, a book, anything to hold onto and hide his erection with.

"Yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Good fight tonight Wes, you were really impressive with that sword." Angel tried to back out of the office.

"How long are you going to do this to me, Angel?"

Oh oh, Pissed off Wesley. "Do what?"

Wesley walked to Angel and reached past him, swinging the door shut with a bang. "You have no idea do you?" Wesley paced a few steps, becoming more agitated, tossing his glasses onto his desk before spinning to face Angel. "Of course you don't. Fine."

"Wes, what's--" Angel had no clue what was going on, but his body was till reacting to Wes. Pissed off Wes was pretty. However, the rest of Angel just wanted to make it better.

Wes stood in front of him, his eyes flashing and his back straight. This was beyond pissed off; this was into righteous and deadly. Also pretty, but way more disturbing.

"I know that this will have to be dealt with in the morning, and I promise that if I have to I will leave. But right now, Angel, you are killing me and I can't do this anymore." He raised a hand when Angel opened his mouth to speak. "Let me finish and then I'll go. You are so...blind. Do you really think I don't know? You watch me, you follow me--when everyone is here you talk to me, your treat me like the boss. When we're fighting some demon or when we're alone, you treat me like I'll break if you reach out. Tonight you let me fight, but you were right there, beside me--getting in the way of my swings, trying to help, but nearly getting us both killed. I know you were only trying to save my ass, but, Angel, I can take care of myself. If you don't think I can, tell me now and we'll figure out a solution, but this--this way you have of trying to protect me--it has to stop."

Angel was stunned. "Is that what you think?"

"Why else would you be treating me like this? Christ, I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break!"

Angel's control snapped. He grabbed Wesley by the shirt and spun him, throwing him up against the wall and pressing into him, forcing his aching cock into Wesley's groin. "I could break you," he snarled, then froze, feeling Wesley's answering hardness and seeing the look of smug triumph on his face. "You--you--"

Wes rolled his eyes. "I'm British, not an idiot. Can I just say, though, that it took you bloody long enough to get to the point."

Angel grinned and ground his hips into Wesley's. "Well, no more wasting time then." He pulled at the shirt he had balled up in his fists and tore it open, sending buttons flying. Angel attacked Wes's mouth, forcing his tongue past those smug lips, tasting him, swallowing his breath and plundering the heat of the man. Wesley kissed him back, his hands clutching at Angel's shoulders; his moan a sound of desperation and hunger, and Angel felt a tingle a the base of his spine. He broke away to let Wesley breathe and saw dark, slightly glazed eyes looking back at him. Angel smirked.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't ya?" Angel asked as he dragged the remains of Wes's shirt off. Scraps of fabric drifted to the floor as Angel watched Wes's eyes dilate even more. Oh, this could be so much fun...who knew that there was all of this hidden underneath that uptight English demeanor?

A tiny part of Angel's brain, a part far away from his cock, was trying to get a message through to the rest of him. Angel's hands were all over Wes, stroking and exploring his chest, his ears were ringing with the sound of Wes's breathing, and his senses were reeling with the sharp scent of arousal. But somewhere at the back of his mind a voice was screaming at him--Don't scare the crap out of him, you idiot!

"Angel--" Wes gasped out as a the vampire's fingers found his nipples with a teasing pinch, "Angel, this is--"

"Too much? Christ, Wes, what did you think would happen?" Angel said, pulling back a little.

Wes stared at him and then shook his head, digging into Angel's shoulders with his fingers, holding Angel close when he tried to pull away. "No, I was going to say this is an awkward position. Could we perhaps move to the couch? I think I may fall over."

Angel stared back for about half a second before once more attacking Wes's mouth. He lifted Wes off his feet and propelled him to the couch, throwing him down roughly and rejoicing when he felt Wes's erection jump against his hip. Oh yeah, lots of fun!

"Talk to me, Wes," Angel said against Wes's neck as he worked the fly of Wes's pants open and slid his hand into silk boxers, grasping Wesley's staining erection. He kissed Wes's collarbone, licking and sucking at the soft skin as he stroked and kneaded Wes's cock. With one hand working at Wes's flesh he used the other to push his cloth out of the way; trousers and boxers were pushed over Wes's hips. Wes moaned incoherently as Angel moved down his body, leaving a wet trail of licks and kisses.

"Wes."

"Hmm?" Wes's head was back, his eyes closed.

"Talk." Angel pushed Wes's trousers and boxers the rest of the way off as Wesley opened his eyes and tried to focus on his face.

"You want me to talk? I can hardly think, let alone speak." He shuddered as Angel bit gently into the skin of his lower abdomen.

"Uh huh. Like your voice. How long have you known?" Angel bent his head and started licking and sucking at Wes's navel, his hands holding Wes's waist, now avoiding his erection.

"How long? Oh God, that's--that's good. Uh, about three months?"

"That long? How did ya know?" Angel moved his attention to the inside of Wes's right thigh.

Wes drew in a shaky breath as Angel licked his leg. "You were always there, watching me. And when we would--Oh God!" Angel was sucking at his balls now and Wes lost his ability to speak as he thrust upwards.

Angel pushed his hips down with strong hands and stopped what he was doing with his mouth long enough to say "When we what?"

"Angel! For God's sake!"

Angel grinned at him and leaned back long enough to pull his own sweater off. He was rewarded by Wes's moan, and then Wes was sitting up, reaching for him. Angel went willingly, draping himself over the slight body and losing himself in that mouth again. They thrust together, separated by the fabric of Angel's pants, until Wes tore his mouth away.

"Would you...I mean, perhaps it would be best--"

"Tell me what ya want, Wes."

Wes's eyes grew even darker, and he moaned softly, licking his lips. "Could you remove your pants, please, Angel?" Angel hadn't thought he could get any harder. He was wrong. He buried his face in Wes's stomach and tried to will himself to calm down. After a moment he felt a tentative touch as Wesley brushed at his hair with his finger tips.

"I--I'm sorry," Wes blurted.

Angel's head snapped up and he stared into bewildered and hurt eyes.

"Oh Wes, no! Not that. Just--you have no idea what you do to me." Angel grabbed Wes by the shoulders and hauled him into a sitting position. Wes still looked miserable. Angel took one of Wes's hands and put it on his own groin. "Want you," he growled.

Wes's expression morphed into one of nervous excitement, rather than humiliation, and he caressed Angel through his jeans, smiling when Angel threw his head back and moaned.

Angel couldn't take much more of--well, of anything. He got to his feet and stripped off his pants in a rush and launched himself at Wes, landing sprawled across his lap, one hand at the back of Wes's neck and the other reaching for Wes's erection.

They moved together, twisting on the couch, groping each other as they tried to get into a position that would allow as much freedom of movement as possible without sacrificing contact in any way. Finally, in sheer frustration, Angel snarled and broke away from Wes, dropping to his knees on the floor.

"Too close," he said, grabbing Wes's wrists in one hand, holding them fast. With his free hand he fisted Wes's cock, watching as Wes arched his back and cried out. When Wes seemed to be almost out of his mind Angel bent his head and swallowed Wes's erection to its base, sucking hard.

Wes screamed.

Angel let go of Wes's wrists and dropped that hand to his own aching cock, squeezing the base hard. First times were first times, and he didn't want this to end before he had done everything he wanted to. Wes thrashed on the couch, his hands scrabbling for purchase as his hips thrust up hard to meet Angel. Angel used his tongue in every devious way he could think of, swirling and licking and rasping, and as he felt Wes start to shudder he took the hard shaft deep in his throat and swallow.

"Oh God, Angel-" Wes cried out and then Angel's throat was full of Wes and his senses were completely overtaken. All he smell, taste and hear was Wes coming.

Angel finally rocked back, landing on the floor. Wes looked stunned, flushed skin and glazed eyes-Angel thought it was the amazing sight he's seen in years. Angel ached for more, needed more; he stood and looked around the office, searching.

"What are you doing?" Wes asked from the couch, lifting his head with effort.

"Looking. Fuck, Cordelia works here, there has to be something…" Angel started looking on the shelves, shifting things around. He moved to the desk and opened drawers while Wes watched.

"Angel, she doesn't use my office. Perhaps if you told me what you are-"

"Lotion. Cream. Moisturizer, anything." Angel opened the filing cabinet.

"I can assure you there is none in there. Why do you-oh. Oh my." Wes's eyes got huge as he figured out what Angel's mission was. "Left hand side of the desk. Second drawer. At the back."

Angel quirked an eyebrow at him and turned to the described hiding place. When he found his prize and took it from the drawer his expression changed from amused to wildly curious and a little surprised. "Strawberry? You keep strawberry lube in your desk?"

"Can we discuss it later?"

"Uh huh. And we will."

Angel stood, naked and hard, behind Wesley's desk. He studied Wes, who seemed to be getting some strength back; at least he could hold his head up now. Angel started to stroke his erection again, his hand gliding up and down the hard length, watching as Wes became mesmerized by the sight.

"Wes."

Wes didn't look up at his face, his gaze firmly fixed on what Angel's hand was doing. "Yes?" Wes's own hand twitched, and he rubbed his thigh.

"C'mere." Angel's hand slowed and Wes finally looked up.

Wes stood up and started moving towards the desk. "Why?" he asked. His voice was hesitant but his mouth was shaped into a wicked little grin and his eyes gleamed.

Angel's arm shot out, his hand capturing Wes's wrist again. He hauled Wes around the desk and drew him close, Wes's back to Angel's chest. Angel wrapped a strong arm around Wes's waist and whispered in his ear, "Always wanted to take you over your desk, Wes. Pictured it, dreamed about it, jerked off thinking about it." Before Wes could even breathe out a reply Angel pushed him over, bending the smaller man at the waist.

Wes's arms flailed as he tried to support himself and papers flew to the floor. He kept his head from smacking into the desk, but could not help the way his hips were thrusting back into Angel's embrace; he grunted as the air was knocked out him, and moaned as Angel rubbed his back.

"Angel-"

"Hmmm? Can I help ya out?" Angel teased as his hands roamed over Wes's back. He wasn't sure who he was torturing, himself or Wes. He figured it was most likely himself, seeing as how Wes had actually gotten off already.

Wes took a breath and started to say something, but Angel missed it. Time to stop playing. This game anyway. Angel opened the tube and the scent of overly sweet strawberries filled the office as he coated his fingers.

"Stay still, Wes," he ordered, putting a hand on the small of Wesley's back. With the other hand he teased a line between the cheeks of Wes's ass and finally circled the opening to his body. As he slid one slick finger in Wes's muscles tightened and he groaned. Angel froze.

"Wes? You okay?"

Wes nodded, but he didn't relax. Oh fuck. Oh fucking HELL! Angel eased his finger back out and lifted Wes off the desk, turning him in his arms. Wes stared into his eyes and all Angel could see were dark pupils. "Wes?"

Gently, oh so fucking gently, Wes kissed his mouth, one hand on the side of Angel's face. Wes broke the kiss and slowly turned in Angel's embrace, then leaned over the desk again.

"Please, Angel. Please?"

"God, Wes. Are you sure?" Angel stood there, behind Wesley's desk, completely poleaxed.

And Wes had the audacity to giggle. "I am naked, over my desk, my ass in the air to you and you ask if I'm sure?"

"Well, if you put it that way…" Angel leaned over Wes and kissed his back, all the way down his spine. Finally he put his hand back where it had been, in the hollow of Wes's back, and tried again.

Now that he knew Angel took extra care to go slowly, to be gentle. More lubrication. A lot more of the slippery strawberry stuff. He slowly slid one finger into Wes and waited, talking softly to his lover, stroking his back. Wes relaxed and Angel tried moving his finger a little, in and out a little at a time until Wes's body allowed the movement with very little resistance. Angel found the bundle of nerves that was Wes's prostate and stroked it, smiling when Wes's hips jerked and the Englishman gasped.

"Wha-- oh, do that again, please!"

Angel did it again, and again, making Wes pant and relax even further. "More?" he asked softly.

Wes nodded and Angel carefully added a second finger. Wes relaxed a little faster this time and Angel found his prostate again, making Wes buck up. Reaching underneath him Angel found Wes's cock hard again, and began to stroke him in time to his careful thrusts.

"Angel, Angel, please-"

"More? Are you sure?"

"Oh God, Angel, just please, don't stop," Wes gasped out as his hips jerked again in answer to Angel's fingers.

A third finger and Wes was so tight Angel was ready to explode just imagining fucking him with his cock. There was no way he would last long in that heat, in that tight place. Angel groaned at the thought and suddenly Wes was babbling at him.

"Angel, oh god, I'm sorry. You need--"

"I need this," Angel answered, stroking Wes's shaft and fucking his ass with his hand.

Wes shuddered and drew in a harsh breath, griping the edge of the desk with his hands. "Angel, please. I want you. I need you in me."

Angel was too far gone to wait for a second invitation. Very carefully he eased his fingers out of Wes and quickly slicked his erection. He held his shaft with one hand and placed it at Wes's entrance, then leaned his weight on the other hand, bending over Wes. "I'll try not to hurt you," he said softly as he started to press into Wes.

Tight. Hot. Oh fuck, so tight. Christ---

Wes tensed at the first press of Angel's erection but almost immediately relaxed. Angel eased into him a slowly as he could, keeping the pressure steady. When he was half way in Wes moaned softly and he froze. Wes moaned again and Angel said, "I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt-"

"More!" Wes groaned.

"More?"

"God yes, just do it, Angel. Please!"

Angel hesitated and suddenly Wes surged backward, driving Angel's cock deep into his ass.

"Fuck!" Angel groaned as the heat and the pressure overtook him. "Jesus, Wes! You are so fucking incredible-"

Wes was biting at his lip and moaning, his body twitching. Angel reached around him for his erection and started stroking him again, still buried inside the heat.

Wes was all over the place; his arms moving and grasping at the desk, his legs trembling. He was breathing erratically and his cock was like stone in Angel's fist.

Angel eased his own throbbing shaft back a little before pushing in again, trying to hit Wes's prostate. He figured he did when Wes's arms gave out completely and he hit the desk flat out. He pulled back again, starting a rhythm but he was still worried about hurting Wes. The third time he pushed in and hit Wes's sweet spot the man beneath him stiffened, gripping Angel's cock tight.

"Angel, please, I need to come. Please, just-oh God Angel, please-"

"Oh God, Wes." Angel couldn't take it any more. He thrust in and out of Wes's ass hard enough to move the desk across the floor each time he slammed in. With one hand stroking Wes, the other holding his hip, Angel fucked Wesley like he needed to.

Beyond speech, the two men grunted and moaned as they moved together, hips pistoning and jerking. Angel smelled blood and thought he had hurt Wes, was about to pull out and throw himself on the nearest stake, when Wes turned his head and he could see the blood on his lips, a fine trickle down his chin. Angel threw his head back and howled, coming harder than he could remember happening in years. Wes cried out and came as well, hot fluid coating Angel's hand.

They collapse on the desk, and then slid to the floor, wrapping their arms around one another. Angel tried to gently ease his softening erection out of Wes, but neither of them had any strength left in their legs to make even that a simple endeavor. Wes moaned as Angel left his body and curled tighter around Angel's arm at his waist.

They lay on the floor for what felt like years, not speaking, just kissing gently and touching. Finally Angel looked deeply into Wesley's eyes, searching for hurt or pain or regret.

Wes smiled at him.

"Ya wanna to tell me why you have lube in your desk?"

End.