Paka Ahali, Chapter Eight
Title: Paka Ahali, Chapter Eight
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Angelverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wesley/Gunn, Angel/Doyle, Cordelia/Various
Summary: As the infection within grows into an animal, Wesley finds himself questioning the meaning of family and fighting to protect those closest to him.
Warnings: Slash. Minor-almost-not-there Het.
Chapter Summary: In which the group fights to save the day and Wesley lets the lion out to play. *discretely points at rating and cackles*
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Chapter Eight
Wesley wasn't that shocked to discover that Doyle's vision led them to a pack of demons terrorizing the docks. They gathered behind one of the office buildings, peeking around it to watch the four demons harass the dock workers, demanding something in their native tongue. Despite the darkness, Wesley could see as though it were cloudy day. He assumed this was because of his catlike pupils.
The demons were large, with two horns protruding from their foreheads. Even from thirty yards away, Wesley could see a yellow liquid dripping from the ends. Wesley took a step back, causing the other three to look at him in question. "I suggest we avoid contact with their horns. I'm unable to identify what type of demon they are, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
"Right." Gunn nodded and shift his axe from one hand to the other. "Let's do this."
Wesley had been trained in some forms of combat during his employment at the Watcher's Council. He was a natural at guns and the crossbow, though he wasn't sure how he managed to aim so well. It was a mystery that he had always been grateful to have. Now, though, Wesley found himself wanting to fight with his bare hands. He wanted to rip something open, allowing guts to cascade down onto the ground.
His body seemed to vibrate from the excitement. He could feel where Angel and Doyle were, their scents filling the air as they moved. He kept Gunn in view, just off to the corner of his eye. Gunn seemed to make fighting look like an aggressive dance, filled with testosterone and determination. It made Wesley hot under the collar, sweat forming at the base of his spine as he wanted and needed to touch and receive.
He focused on the fight, pushing thoughts of Gunn's agile body out of his head. His crossbow was easily knocked out of his hands. Thankfully, he had had the presence of mind to strap a short sword to his belt before they left. The metal sung in his grip as he attacked the demon. Burnt ochre blood fell to the ground as his opponent lost an arm.
Wesley backed up, panting through his mouth. The demon before him, scale-like skin shimming under obvious tension, advanced, only to have its head suddenly fall off it's body. Angel sent him a slight smile, before spinning around and helping Doyle. Wesley turned toward Gunn, just in time to see his opponent's head butt him in the shoulder. Gunn let out a cry of pain, falling to his knees.
Wesley rushed over, immediately wrapping his arm around Gunn's torso and pulling the injured shoulder closer for inspecting. The yellow liquid was quickly eating its way through Gunn's clothes and the first few layers of skin. Wesley took in a shuddering breath. "Charles, listen to me! I need you to take off your shirt and try to rinse out the wound."
"Yeah." Gunn nodded through gritted teeth. Wesley helped him up, gently directing him toward one of the docks. Sure, the ocean water there wouldn't be the cleanest in the world, but a minor bacterial infection was a lot easier to take care of than a severe acid burn. Wesley watched him start to walk, his mind already turning toward other matters.
Angel and Doyle were finishing off their last demon, while the other was beginning to move in Gunn's direction. Wesley waited until the demon's side was facing him before he stormed forward and thrust the sword into its flesh. The demon howled, teetering around and lashing out with sharp claws.
Instinct took over. Wesley bared his teeth and let out a roar, the sound echoing off of the empty buildings. He felt his blood boiling with anger. A red haze seemed to cover his vision and all he could see was the creature before him. The sword was forgotten as Wesley attacked with a strength that he didn't realize he had. Speed and adrenaline kicked in and, moving faster than he would have thought possible, Wesley went in for the kill.
The demon's skin tasted like rotten eggs. It's blood filled Wesley's mouth, only to spill out from the corners as Wesley bit down hard on the demon's neck. The demon flailed, trying to buck him off, but the lack of oxygen was quickly taking over its body. Wesley fell to the ground with it, pinning its shoulders against the cement. He could feel its muscles twitching, fighting for air. Then, finally, it stopped. Wesley held on for a moment longer, before slowly prying his teeth out of its flesh and sitting back.
"Was anyone else totally freaked out by that?" Doyle's soft brogue asked.
"English?" Wesley looked up to find Gunn standing next to him. The man looked wobbly on his feet, as though a good wind would send him tumbling. Wesley stood and immediately wrapped his arms around Gunn for support, enjoying the feel of Gunn's bare skin against his hands.
"We should head home." Angel said. Wesley slipped his arm around Gunn's waist in case he needed help walking and turned to follow the others to the car.
"Oh, gross!" Cordelia exclaimed when she spotted Wesley. Her nose scrunched up in obvious distaste as she peered at his face. "What's all over your mouth? It looks like... Well, I don't know, but it's nasty."
"Wesley got in touch with his wild side." Doyle offered, throwing himself onto the lobby's couch.
"...Meaning?" Cordelia demanded, hands on hips.
"He took down one of the demons, is all." Doyle explained. Wesley felt himself begin to flush and began wiping at his face, trying to remove the demon's blood. "It was like watching those National Geographic specials."
"Wait..." Cordelia's eyes drifted up to the ceiling as she tried to figure out exactly what Doyle meant. "You mean to tell me that Wesley tackled a demon and then choked it with his mouth?"
"In a matter of speaking." Wesley whispered.
"Oh, well, good for you." Cordelia said, giving a nervous chuckled. "Strange and, okay, gross, but still good. Oh, and why is Gunn naked?"
"I'm wearing jeans." Gunn protested, though his voice didn't hold the normal amount of defensiveness it normally would.
"He got injured." Wesley stated, grabbing a hold of Gunn and turning him toward the stairs. "Now if you'll excuse us, I need to clean his wound out properly instead of ordering him to take a swim."
Wesley led Gunn upstairs, shocked that Gunn didn't protest along the way. Gunn went willingly, allowing him to push Gunn down onto his bed. He gathered the first aid kit that no demon hunter was without, pausing long enough to wipe the blood off his face, before setting the kit down next to Gunn and inspecting the acid burn. It was beginning to blister and looked like it would classify as at least a second-degree burn. Wesley didn't bother to ask if Gunn wanted to go to the hospital and, instead, began to clean the wound thoroughly.
"Your eyes were gold." Gunn said, softly. Wesley glanced up to find Gunn watching him with a thoughtful expression. "Not now, but earlier when you..."
"Yes, well, I wasn't exactly myself." Wesley replied.
"No, I think you were." Gunn insisted. Wesley took in a deep breath through his nose, pulling in the scent of Gunn. The man didn't give off any fear, just curiosity and a hint of desire. Wesley gulped. "I've never seen you fight like that before."
"Yes, well, I'm not entirely incompetent--" Wesley started.
"That's not what I meant." Gunny interrupted. He winced as Wesley spread ointment across the burn. Gunn closed his eyes a moment, waiting until Wesley had bandaged him up before continuing. "I guess what I mean to say is that I've never had the reaction I had tonight, watching you fight."
"I don't understand your meaning." Wesley admitted. Gunn didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and captured Wesley's mouth with his own.
Wesley immediately fell into the sensation of Gunn's lips sliding across his own, of his tongue slipping into his mouth. Desire coiled at his stomach as Gunn's arms slid around his waist and pulled him into Gunn's lap. He was careful to avoid the bandage on Gunn's shoulder as he drew his hands across Gunn's bare chest and behind Gunn's neck. Finally, they pulled away for air.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Gunn asked, his voice thick and throaty.
"Pretty much the same thing you do to me, I suspect." Wesley offered.
"Yeah." Gunn agreed. He smiled softly, before reaching up and pulling off Wesley's glasses. "Let me know if I'm going to fast--"
"You're not." Wesley insisted, leaning forward to place a sift kiss on Gunn's lips. "I don't need to be coddled, though I appreciate the gesture." Gunn opened his mouth to deny any coddling, but Wesley continued. "I'm part animal now and I've accepted that. Still, there are certain aspects of this animal nature that I've had to repress, because I wasn't sure if you wanted them. Tonight, I defended my mate. You have no idea how good that felt, Charles."
Wesley paused in order to relish in the sly grin Gunn gave him. It appeared he wasn't the only one who enjoyed the earlier battle. Then, Wesley looked down, his eyes traveling across Gunn's chest, past his bellybutton and to the zipper of his jeans. Wesley fought down a blush. "I have also fought down the urge to... Well, mate with you."
"Oh."
"Yes, well, animals consummate their feelings for one another through physical touch." Wesley explained. "I've wanted to do that with you the moment you kissed me, to be completely honest, but I was afraid it would scare you away."
"Not possible, English." Gunn informed him, softly. Wesley shivered, though whether it was from Gunn's tone or the nickname he wasn't positive.
Later, the beginning would seem like a blur to him. Gunn's hands trailing up his spine, pulling off his shirt. Their clothing slowly becoming a pile on the floor as slick skin rubbed against slick skin. Gunn's body was a subtle form of perfection: young and limber with skin that begged to be tasted. Wesley did a lot of tasting.
Pheromones were thick in the air, sending Wesley into a place of constant arousal as it mixed with the spicy scent of Gunn. Wesley pulled Gunn down against him, their naked bodies pressing close together. He could feel Gunn's cock, hard and already leaking with pre-come, pressing alongside his own. Wesley groaned, kissing Gunn on the lips and slipping his tongue inside.
Wesley tilted his head back as Gunn's mouth trailed across his jaw, before sucking on the juncture between neck and shoulder. A soft vibration erupted from deep within his chest and he was amazed to hear Gunn groan at the sound of his purring. Gunn pulled back, their eyes meeting. "Call me insane, man, but that is the most erotic sound I have ever heard."
Wesley didn't reply, but he sent Gunn a wide smile before rolling his hips upward and relishing in the low moan Gunn offered in return. Gunn dove back down for another kiss, their erections rubbing against each other in sweet friction. Wesley yanked his head back, gasping. "We need... Please."
"Where?" Gunn asked, automatically knowing that Wesley meant lubricant. Wesley was momentarily caught off guard by the fact that they were already finishing each other's thoughts, before replying.
"Use the ointment." Wesley ordered.
Gunn leaned over and snatched the burn ointment from the floor. "This is kind of kinky."
"We can purchase the appropriate forms of lubrication later." Wesley offered, his purr subsiding.
"Only you could sound polite while laying on a bed naked." Gunn grinned. Wesley didn't bother to give Gunn a response, mostly because Gunn's fingers--suddenly slick with lubricant--were trailing up the back of his thigh.
Suddenly, everything seemed to sharpen. He could see the soft glisten of sweat along Gunn's chest. He could see the bright contrast of the white bandage against Gunn's dark skin. The strong scent of desire hung in the air. Wesley felt overwhelmed. It was too much, every sense was overloading as Gunn's finger slipped inside of him.
"English?" Gunn asked, his eyes looking worried. Wesley blinked and looked at him, before gently pulling him down into a kiss. He gasped into Gunn's mouth as that finger began to move in and out.
It was impossible to tell when the second finger joined the first. It was a constant burn, and insistent twist of pleasure that captured Wesley's sense of reality. He could only moaned into Gunn's mouth, the purr in his chest returning in full force.
And suddenly Gunn was there, pressed against him and pushing forward. Wesley arched his back like cat as Gunn's cock thrust inside of him. Gunn hovered above him, panting hard and waiting for a sign that he could move. Wesley kissed him, softly, before planting his feet on the bed and pushing his hips upwards, sending Gunn even deeper.
Gunn began to thrust, bringing shockwaves of pleasure up Wesley's spine. Wesley groaned, the sound mingling with the purr. He tilted his head back, enjoying the feel of Gunn's tongue sliding across his neck. Soon, the thrusts became harder, deeper, and almost frantic. It was like Gunn was trying to climb inside of him and if Wesley was honest he would have let Gunn do just that. Wesley hands reached up and gripped the headboard for support as the power behind each thrust nearly sent him sliding across the bed.
It was over too soon. The pleasure and feeling built up so quickly and soon he was tumbling over that edge, sparks literally erupting before his eyes. He distantly felt Gunn collapse on top of him, a comforting weight that he didn't want to lose. He closed his eyes; hands trailing down Gunn's sweat covered back.
So, this is what it meant to feel complete.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Angelverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wesley/Gunn, Angel/Doyle, Cordelia/Various
Summary: As the infection within grows into an animal, Wesley finds himself questioning the meaning of family and fighting to protect those closest to him.
Warnings: Slash. Minor-almost-not-there Het.
Chapter Summary: In which the group fights to save the day and Wesley lets the lion out to play. *discretely points at rating and cackles*
previous
Chapter Eight
Wesley wasn't that shocked to discover that Doyle's vision led them to a pack of demons terrorizing the docks. They gathered behind one of the office buildings, peeking around it to watch the four demons harass the dock workers, demanding something in their native tongue. Despite the darkness, Wesley could see as though it were cloudy day. He assumed this was because of his catlike pupils.
The demons were large, with two horns protruding from their foreheads. Even from thirty yards away, Wesley could see a yellow liquid dripping from the ends. Wesley took a step back, causing the other three to look at him in question. "I suggest we avoid contact with their horns. I'm unable to identify what type of demon they are, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
"Right." Gunn nodded and shift his axe from one hand to the other. "Let's do this."
Wesley had been trained in some forms of combat during his employment at the Watcher's Council. He was a natural at guns and the crossbow, though he wasn't sure how he managed to aim so well. It was a mystery that he had always been grateful to have. Now, though, Wesley found himself wanting to fight with his bare hands. He wanted to rip something open, allowing guts to cascade down onto the ground.
His body seemed to vibrate from the excitement. He could feel where Angel and Doyle were, their scents filling the air as they moved. He kept Gunn in view, just off to the corner of his eye. Gunn seemed to make fighting look like an aggressive dance, filled with testosterone and determination. It made Wesley hot under the collar, sweat forming at the base of his spine as he wanted and needed to touch and receive.
He focused on the fight, pushing thoughts of Gunn's agile body out of his head. His crossbow was easily knocked out of his hands. Thankfully, he had had the presence of mind to strap a short sword to his belt before they left. The metal sung in his grip as he attacked the demon. Burnt ochre blood fell to the ground as his opponent lost an arm.
Wesley backed up, panting through his mouth. The demon before him, scale-like skin shimming under obvious tension, advanced, only to have its head suddenly fall off it's body. Angel sent him a slight smile, before spinning around and helping Doyle. Wesley turned toward Gunn, just in time to see his opponent's head butt him in the shoulder. Gunn let out a cry of pain, falling to his knees.
Wesley rushed over, immediately wrapping his arm around Gunn's torso and pulling the injured shoulder closer for inspecting. The yellow liquid was quickly eating its way through Gunn's clothes and the first few layers of skin. Wesley took in a shuddering breath. "Charles, listen to me! I need you to take off your shirt and try to rinse out the wound."
"Yeah." Gunn nodded through gritted teeth. Wesley helped him up, gently directing him toward one of the docks. Sure, the ocean water there wouldn't be the cleanest in the world, but a minor bacterial infection was a lot easier to take care of than a severe acid burn. Wesley watched him start to walk, his mind already turning toward other matters.
Angel and Doyle were finishing off their last demon, while the other was beginning to move in Gunn's direction. Wesley waited until the demon's side was facing him before he stormed forward and thrust the sword into its flesh. The demon howled, teetering around and lashing out with sharp claws.
Instinct took over. Wesley bared his teeth and let out a roar, the sound echoing off of the empty buildings. He felt his blood boiling with anger. A red haze seemed to cover his vision and all he could see was the creature before him. The sword was forgotten as Wesley attacked with a strength that he didn't realize he had. Speed and adrenaline kicked in and, moving faster than he would have thought possible, Wesley went in for the kill.
The demon's skin tasted like rotten eggs. It's blood filled Wesley's mouth, only to spill out from the corners as Wesley bit down hard on the demon's neck. The demon flailed, trying to buck him off, but the lack of oxygen was quickly taking over its body. Wesley fell to the ground with it, pinning its shoulders against the cement. He could feel its muscles twitching, fighting for air. Then, finally, it stopped. Wesley held on for a moment longer, before slowly prying his teeth out of its flesh and sitting back.
"Was anyone else totally freaked out by that?" Doyle's soft brogue asked.
"English?" Wesley looked up to find Gunn standing next to him. The man looked wobbly on his feet, as though a good wind would send him tumbling. Wesley stood and immediately wrapped his arms around Gunn for support, enjoying the feel of Gunn's bare skin against his hands.
"We should head home." Angel said. Wesley slipped his arm around Gunn's waist in case he needed help walking and turned to follow the others to the car.
"Oh, gross!" Cordelia exclaimed when she spotted Wesley. Her nose scrunched up in obvious distaste as she peered at his face. "What's all over your mouth? It looks like... Well, I don't know, but it's nasty."
"Wesley got in touch with his wild side." Doyle offered, throwing himself onto the lobby's couch.
"...Meaning?" Cordelia demanded, hands on hips.
"He took down one of the demons, is all." Doyle explained. Wesley felt himself begin to flush and began wiping at his face, trying to remove the demon's blood. "It was like watching those National Geographic specials."
"Wait..." Cordelia's eyes drifted up to the ceiling as she tried to figure out exactly what Doyle meant. "You mean to tell me that Wesley tackled a demon and then choked it with his mouth?"
"In a matter of speaking." Wesley whispered.
"Oh, well, good for you." Cordelia said, giving a nervous chuckled. "Strange and, okay, gross, but still good. Oh, and why is Gunn naked?"
"I'm wearing jeans." Gunn protested, though his voice didn't hold the normal amount of defensiveness it normally would.
"He got injured." Wesley stated, grabbing a hold of Gunn and turning him toward the stairs. "Now if you'll excuse us, I need to clean his wound out properly instead of ordering him to take a swim."
Wesley led Gunn upstairs, shocked that Gunn didn't protest along the way. Gunn went willingly, allowing him to push Gunn down onto his bed. He gathered the first aid kit that no demon hunter was without, pausing long enough to wipe the blood off his face, before setting the kit down next to Gunn and inspecting the acid burn. It was beginning to blister and looked like it would classify as at least a second-degree burn. Wesley didn't bother to ask if Gunn wanted to go to the hospital and, instead, began to clean the wound thoroughly.
"Your eyes were gold." Gunn said, softly. Wesley glanced up to find Gunn watching him with a thoughtful expression. "Not now, but earlier when you..."
"Yes, well, I wasn't exactly myself." Wesley replied.
"No, I think you were." Gunn insisted. Wesley took in a deep breath through his nose, pulling in the scent of Gunn. The man didn't give off any fear, just curiosity and a hint of desire. Wesley gulped. "I've never seen you fight like that before."
"Yes, well, I'm not entirely incompetent--" Wesley started.
"That's not what I meant." Gunny interrupted. He winced as Wesley spread ointment across the burn. Gunn closed his eyes a moment, waiting until Wesley had bandaged him up before continuing. "I guess what I mean to say is that I've never had the reaction I had tonight, watching you fight."
"I don't understand your meaning." Wesley admitted. Gunn didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and captured Wesley's mouth with his own.
Wesley immediately fell into the sensation of Gunn's lips sliding across his own, of his tongue slipping into his mouth. Desire coiled at his stomach as Gunn's arms slid around his waist and pulled him into Gunn's lap. He was careful to avoid the bandage on Gunn's shoulder as he drew his hands across Gunn's bare chest and behind Gunn's neck. Finally, they pulled away for air.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Gunn asked, his voice thick and throaty.
"Pretty much the same thing you do to me, I suspect." Wesley offered.
"Yeah." Gunn agreed. He smiled softly, before reaching up and pulling off Wesley's glasses. "Let me know if I'm going to fast--"
"You're not." Wesley insisted, leaning forward to place a sift kiss on Gunn's lips. "I don't need to be coddled, though I appreciate the gesture." Gunn opened his mouth to deny any coddling, but Wesley continued. "I'm part animal now and I've accepted that. Still, there are certain aspects of this animal nature that I've had to repress, because I wasn't sure if you wanted them. Tonight, I defended my mate. You have no idea how good that felt, Charles."
Wesley paused in order to relish in the sly grin Gunn gave him. It appeared he wasn't the only one who enjoyed the earlier battle. Then, Wesley looked down, his eyes traveling across Gunn's chest, past his bellybutton and to the zipper of his jeans. Wesley fought down a blush. "I have also fought down the urge to... Well, mate with you."
"Oh."
"Yes, well, animals consummate their feelings for one another through physical touch." Wesley explained. "I've wanted to do that with you the moment you kissed me, to be completely honest, but I was afraid it would scare you away."
"Not possible, English." Gunn informed him, softly. Wesley shivered, though whether it was from Gunn's tone or the nickname he wasn't positive.
Later, the beginning would seem like a blur to him. Gunn's hands trailing up his spine, pulling off his shirt. Their clothing slowly becoming a pile on the floor as slick skin rubbed against slick skin. Gunn's body was a subtle form of perfection: young and limber with skin that begged to be tasted. Wesley did a lot of tasting.
Pheromones were thick in the air, sending Wesley into a place of constant arousal as it mixed with the spicy scent of Gunn. Wesley pulled Gunn down against him, their naked bodies pressing close together. He could feel Gunn's cock, hard and already leaking with pre-come, pressing alongside his own. Wesley groaned, kissing Gunn on the lips and slipping his tongue inside.
Wesley tilted his head back as Gunn's mouth trailed across his jaw, before sucking on the juncture between neck and shoulder. A soft vibration erupted from deep within his chest and he was amazed to hear Gunn groan at the sound of his purring. Gunn pulled back, their eyes meeting. "Call me insane, man, but that is the most erotic sound I have ever heard."
Wesley didn't reply, but he sent Gunn a wide smile before rolling his hips upward and relishing in the low moan Gunn offered in return. Gunn dove back down for another kiss, their erections rubbing against each other in sweet friction. Wesley yanked his head back, gasping. "We need... Please."
"Where?" Gunn asked, automatically knowing that Wesley meant lubricant. Wesley was momentarily caught off guard by the fact that they were already finishing each other's thoughts, before replying.
"Use the ointment." Wesley ordered.
Gunn leaned over and snatched the burn ointment from the floor. "This is kind of kinky."
"We can purchase the appropriate forms of lubrication later." Wesley offered, his purr subsiding.
"Only you could sound polite while laying on a bed naked." Gunn grinned. Wesley didn't bother to give Gunn a response, mostly because Gunn's fingers--suddenly slick with lubricant--were trailing up the back of his thigh.
Suddenly, everything seemed to sharpen. He could see the soft glisten of sweat along Gunn's chest. He could see the bright contrast of the white bandage against Gunn's dark skin. The strong scent of desire hung in the air. Wesley felt overwhelmed. It was too much, every sense was overloading as Gunn's finger slipped inside of him.
"English?" Gunn asked, his eyes looking worried. Wesley blinked and looked at him, before gently pulling him down into a kiss. He gasped into Gunn's mouth as that finger began to move in and out.
It was impossible to tell when the second finger joined the first. It was a constant burn, and insistent twist of pleasure that captured Wesley's sense of reality. He could only moaned into Gunn's mouth, the purr in his chest returning in full force.
And suddenly Gunn was there, pressed against him and pushing forward. Wesley arched his back like cat as Gunn's cock thrust inside of him. Gunn hovered above him, panting hard and waiting for a sign that he could move. Wesley kissed him, softly, before planting his feet on the bed and pushing his hips upwards, sending Gunn even deeper.
Gunn began to thrust, bringing shockwaves of pleasure up Wesley's spine. Wesley groaned, the sound mingling with the purr. He tilted his head back, enjoying the feel of Gunn's tongue sliding across his neck. Soon, the thrusts became harder, deeper, and almost frantic. It was like Gunn was trying to climb inside of him and if Wesley was honest he would have let Gunn do just that. Wesley hands reached up and gripped the headboard for support as the power behind each thrust nearly sent him sliding across the bed.
It was over too soon. The pleasure and feeling built up so quickly and soon he was tumbling over that edge, sparks literally erupting before his eyes. He distantly felt Gunn collapse on top of him, a comforting weight that he didn't want to lose. He closed his eyes; hands trailing down Gunn's sweat covered back.
So, this is what it meant to feel complete.