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.
Silently, he listened to the story Angel told, about the people who had died in the hotel, about how he had been suspected. Of course, hanging him wouldn't have worked, but the denizens wouldn't have known that. When he told him about the demon, Wesley felt his throat tighten.
"It was a different time," he finally said. "You were a different person. God knows I know what that's like. You know what I was like when I first arrived in Sunnydale, all by the book and stick up the arse."
Reaching over, he put his hand on Angel's shoulder and shifted so they were closer together. "Based on what I've heard about the hotel, the demon is still there, undoubtedly tied to the place. That means we can make it up to the people that died there. I just need you to tell me everything you can remember about him. Then we can figure out how to stop him."
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."
Silently, he listened to the story Angel told, about the people who had died in the hotel, about how he had been suspected. Of course, hanging him wouldn't have worked, but the denizens wouldn't have known that. When he told him about the demon, Wesley felt his throat tighten.
"It was a different time," he finally said. "You were a different person. God knows I know what that's like. You know what I was like when I first arrived in Sunnydale, all by the book and stick up the arse."
Reaching over, he put his hand on Angel's shoulder and shifted so they were closer together. "Based on what I've heard about the hotel, the demon is still there, undoubtedly tied to the place. That means we can make it up to the people that died there. I just need you to tell me everything you can remember about him. Then we can figure out how to stop him."
He paused. "That is...if you want to."
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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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