Fed - NC-17 - Wes/Angel
Fed
a drabble of 300 words for the slashthedrabble "Food" challenge
by nev
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: the boys belong to Joss Whedon. Lucky, lucky man.
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A soft moan. And then another.
An answering growl.
"More," Angel whispered, a command.
Wesley moaned again as Angel rocked against him. Angel nuzzled his neck, found one nipple and pinched it between his fingers.
"More."
"Angel..." was Wesley's breathy reply.
It was the only time Angel had ever fed from someone, when the feeding wasn't about the blood.
As Angelus there had been times when he and Darla, or he and Spike-
But even then, that had been about pain. And pleasure. Sex. Dominance.
There was pain here, too - in the tiny hiss that escaped Wes as Angel's fangs slid into his flesh. Undeniable pleasure in Wesley's soft moan as Angel slid into him.
But there was also the way Wes's heart had sped at every flick of Angel's tongue across his pulse point... The way his neck had arched just a bit when Angel'd begun to nibble. The way he hadn't flinched when he'd felt Angel, face pressed against Wes's shoulder, change. Instead he'd turned his own face in that direction; pressed a gentle kiss on Angel's ridged brow.
Wesley hadn't been frightened the first time Angel's eyes had gone gold in the middle of their lovemaking. He hadn't shied away when, impossible to control, the passion had become too much and Angel had vamped out. He'd countered Angel's guilt and shame and dismay...with acceptance and understanding; love.
This was about more than Wesley pain, and the taste of his blood - sweet copper - warm in Angel's mouth. This was about more than Angel's pleasure, and the feel of Wesley writhing, giving, taking, beneath him. This was about more than sex.
And even on top, out of game face, the loss of control Angel had felt - when he'd realized he couldn't resist this - continued.
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