Wesley moaned as Angel's fingers pushed into him, stretching him out, while his mouth continued to work his cock. He had had crushes on men before but had never actually been with one - not like this. And the feelings Angel was building in him were overwhelming. He writhed, reaching out for something to grab, felling like his entire body was going to overload
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Wesley was so warm and tight, and Angel could feel himself started to throb. He looked down at his lover and trailed his fingers down his face and over his cheeks. Wesley looked so handsome, lying there, underneath him. He wanted to share everything with him
( ... )
It was almost too much. There was a sharp edge of pain, but it was adding to the pleasure Wesley felt reverberate through him with each of Angel's thrusts inside him. And with each movement, it built more and more, the pain lessing. And the feel of Angel rubbing over his cock just added to everything
( ... )
When Wesley came, releasing his warmth between them, Angel groaned. It was the most unbelievable feeling in the world and he smiled, knowing he was going to feel it again, hopefully every night from that point on. He didn't think he would ever get enough of the man before him
( ... )
Angel helped Wesley carry the leftovers up to his apartment. As Wes put it away, Angel hung his duster up on the coat hook and looked toward the kitchen, a smile playing on his lips. The other man had taken the time to make sure he had blood for him. No one had really ever done that for him before.
"Sure," Angel said as he picked up the paper from the table. He sat down on the couch and started to look through it. An article caught his attention and he looked it over. The Hyperion Hotel was going to be torn down unless someone bought it.
Standing, he went over to where Wes was standing and put the paper down. "They're going to tear it down," he said, waving at the newspaper. "I stayed there for a few years back...in the fifties I think."
He glanced at Wes and thought for a moment. "Might be a good place for the business. Is there anyway of finding out who owns it now?" he asked.
Nodding, Wesley pulled the blood out of the refrigerator and poured some in a mug. He knew that Angel didn't like it cold, so he placed the mug in the microwave and let it heat up slightly while he put the rest away
( ... )
Angel listened to Wesley talk about hearing ghost stories about the hotel. "You won't have to do much research," he said before looking down at the newspaper again. "I can tell you some of what happened there before it closed down for good
( ... )
Wesley raised his eyebrows in surprise when Angel told him that he knew what had happened at the hotel. Letting him lead him out into the lounge, he sat down, watching his lover. The way he leant forward worried him, making him wonder what exactly Angel knew. What exactly had happened
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Angel didn't know what else he could say. Wesley was right and he was a different person back then but he still felt guilty about it. He could've saved a lot of lives but he'd chosen to walk away and make them fend for themselves.
Looking at Wesley, he smiled a little and shrugged. "I guess we've both changed," he said as he placed a hand on Wesley's knee. "I don't remember a lot about the demon. I guess people were having things whispered to them. Suggestions, you could say, and it was feeding off their deaths."
He took an unneeded sigh and rubbed his face. "It was your standard demon. Grayish, horns and really ugly. He...whatever he could do, he couldn't do to me," Angel said, trying to remember what else the demon had said to him.
"I...I wish I could remember more. Maybe we can look through the books?" He suggested.
Wesley rested his hand over Angel's, listening as he talked about what he could remember about the demon. The power of suggestion could be any number of races though it did narrow it down a bit and gave them a place to start. As did the fact that he had horns and apparently fed off the destruction he wrought.
Nodding, he squeezed Angel's hand when he asked if they could look through the books to see if they could find the demon in one of them. He had a few ideas about where they could even start. "Of course we can, love," he told him.
He looked over at his shelves of books then back to Angel. A few were there, and there were a few over at Cordelia's.
"Would you like to start tonight?" he asked, reaching up to run the back of his index finger along Angel's jawline. "Or do you want to wait until tomorrow morning? I could also run out to the city building to take a look through the property records."
Angel just sat there and listened to Wes talk. When he asked his question and touched him, he felt something inside of him stir. He couldn't help but to think about the people he'd left in the hotel. Angel knew he wasn't human but being with Wes made him feel close to one. And he needed to feel that at the moment.
"No," he whispered as his swiped his tongue over his lips. He leaned into Wes' touch. "I need you."
Leaning forward, Angel captured Wesley's lips in a softly kiss. Soon the kiss deepened and he groaned, feeling himself starting to stir. He needed Wesley more than he could express at the moment.
"Need you so much," he murmured after he broke the kiss. "I want to feel you inside of me, Wes. Please."
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"Sure," Angel said as he picked up the paper from the table. He sat down on the couch and started to look through it. An article caught his attention and he looked it over. The Hyperion Hotel was going to be torn down unless someone bought it.
Standing, he went over to where Wes was standing and put the paper down. "They're going to tear it down," he said, waving at the newspaper. "I stayed there for a few years back...in the fifties I think."
He glanced at Wes and thought for a moment. "Might be a good place for the business. Is there anyway of finding out who owns it now?" he asked.
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Looking at Wesley, he smiled a little and shrugged. "I guess we've both changed," he said as he placed a hand on Wesley's knee. "I don't remember a lot about the demon. I guess people were having things whispered to them. Suggestions, you could say, and it was feeding off their deaths."
He took an unneeded sigh and rubbed his face. "It was your standard demon. Grayish, horns and really ugly. He...whatever he could do, he couldn't do to me," Angel said, trying to remember what else the demon had said to him.
"I...I wish I could remember more. Maybe we can look through the books?" He suggested.
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Nodding, he squeezed Angel's hand when he asked if they could look through the books to see if they could find the demon in one of them. He had a few ideas about where they could even start. "Of course we can, love," he told him.
He looked over at his shelves of books then back to Angel. A few were there, and there were a few over at Cordelia's.
"Would you like to start tonight?" he asked, reaching up to run the back of his index finger along Angel's jawline. "Or do you want to wait until tomorrow morning? I could also run out to the city building to take a look through the property records."
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"No," he whispered as his swiped his tongue over his lips. He leaned into Wes' touch. "I need you."
Leaning forward, Angel captured Wesley's lips in a softly kiss. Soon the kiss deepened and he groaned, feeling himself starting to stir. He needed Wesley more than he could express at the moment.
"Need you so much," he murmured after he broke the kiss. "I want to feel you inside of me, Wes. Please."
He reached over and started to tug at Wes' shirt.
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