Wanting

[wesleys_slayer]

Wes never gave me a chance to say anything to him, cuz the next thing I knew, we were kissing and fuck if I didn't have flashbacks to the one night. I pulled away from him long enough to pull off my shirt, and yeah, I was wearing a nice lace black bra under it. I gave him a look that pretty much said, What else did you expect? before I hopped up

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[wesleys_slayer]

We managed somehow to make it to my bed, but no thanks to me. I didn't care, I wasn't really thinking too much, especially once Wes started to undo my jeans. Almost came right then and there when he whispered into my ear as he started stroking me.

"I left Los Angeles and everything else behind when you called. You just needed to ask..."

"Asking now, Wes," I managed as my eyes opened to see he'd taken his shirt off and impulsively, my fingers went right to his chest. My hips were already moving up against his fingers as my own ran down his front leaving little red marks behind.

Fuck. I was gonna die. Right now.

Brain was fuzzy, but I think he was saying... saying that he'd been wanting me too. He left for me? Not cuz of the Slayer gig, but me?

I lifted my hips so I could help him get the damn jeans off, and this time I actually was able to give him a smile. Not cuz I was feeling brave or anything; more like... remembering. My thongs were soaked, and I was panting as I nodded to him.

"Tear them off."

Like the last time... God, he'd been so fucking hot.

Wasn't gonna beg him or nothing, but fuck, I wanted to for some reason. I needed him. Filling me up and making me feel whole again, making me feel like I wasn't some fucked up kid. But I couldn't, couldn't beg... shit, I wanted to hear him beg for me. Wanted to hear him moan my name as he came inside me.

"Wes...?"

It was as close to begging as I was gonna get.

[dark_wesley]

"Asking now, Wes..."

Faith's stomach tensed, and the flesh under my fingers was already hot and soaking slippery wet... and I found, as I started to explore her, remembering what I'd found before, quite smooth. I gave her a cocked eyebrow and a questioning smirk that she saw through heavy-lidded eyes. Her hands found my bare chest and drew hot red scratches down my skin.

I hissed at the pain, but I was even harder than before.

Shifting around, I slipped my fingers out from Faith's knickers and into my mouth, tasting the sweet, heady taste of her-- something I in which hadn't been able to indulge myself before. My hands then grasped the waist of her jeans and with her help, slipped them off.

I knelt in front of Faith, pulse pounding in my ears as I looked over her body, pale skin flushed, bare except for a small vee of her black thong. It was suddenly months earlier, and in my apartment in Los Angeles. A smile to match Faith's crept onto my face, and I wouldn't have needed her prompt, though it made a sound near to a growl escape from my chest to hear it.

"Tear them off."

My fingers were already grasping the sodden fabric. With two sharp jerks, the seams split and I was peeling them away from her glistening, pink tinged skin. I began pulling at my own jeans.

"Wes...?"

There was a different sound to the Way Faith said my name, a different note that made me stop. It wasn't impatience, though that was clear enough. It was need... almost desperate need.

"Faith..."

My reply was ragged and breathed out in a low timbre that matched the need in Faith's voice. My jeans were gone a moment later, and I collapsed on top of Faith, only the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs separating my rigid erection from her hot centre. Once I felt her, though, a damned rational thought stabbed its way into my attention.

"I need you," I growled into her mouth, "but... I don't have any... protection."

Goddamnit.

[wesleys_slayer]

I shuddered watching him lick my juices off his fingers. Fuck, there was nothing sexier than that.

"Faith..."

And my panties were gone in less than two seconds, my hips moving up to try and fuck his cock that wasn't even there for me yet. I ran my own fingers down my body until they hit my pussy and dipping them in, licked one finger clean and painted his lips with the other before grabbing him for a hungry kiss.

Take it back. Tasting me on Wes' lips? That was the sexiest thing ever.

His jeans came off and I was rubbing myself against him until his boxers were as soaked as me, our kisses getting harder, cuz... it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough.

"I need you, but... I don't have any... protection."

My eyes opened a bit, and I smirked at the frustrated look on Wes' face. Rolling us over, I licked my way down his chest and tugged at his boxers until the came off and his cock was there waiting for me. Yum.

I blew hot air onto it first, then opened my mouth and lowered it slowly until he practically filled me. I shut my mouth tight, then, sucking hard and licking my way back up his cock before flicking my tongue on his tip. I grabbed him with one hand, and now that he was all nice and slick for me, kept pumping him up and down as I stared into his eyes.

"Silly boy," I said, before giving his cock another flick, never breaking our eye contact, "you think I don't have condoms for us?"

I'd been thinking about it since that night. Hey, I was always fucking prepared, especially when it came to Wes.

Of course, I was really enjoying the blow job at the moment, watching his face, knowing I was in charge... knowing I was the one making him feel all of that...

"Don't have to get it, though, Wes," I whispered before licking him up and down like a Goddamn lollipop made for me. "Could just... do... this."

[dark_wesley]

I wanted to keep my eyes on Faith's, but greedily, they followed her hands as they moved down her own body to slide through the slick folds of her. I watched as she ran one finger along her tongue and then pressed the others against my mouth. As she rose up and kissed me, sharing the sharp-sweet of her own wetness.

Faith's hips rolled insistently against my still-covered hardness, darknening the cotton with her juices. Something in my mind clicked, a realization. As raw and painful and needy as Faith and I were with each other-- as complex and tortured as our relationship might always be-- this was a time and place where it could be easy.

Just her, and me, and a mutual burning desire for the other... a need to be with the one best counterpart we could possibly ever know. And she was a match for me even more than Lilah had ever been, here in bed. Where Lilah had always held the deepest part of herself hidden, no matter how far and wide our sexual forays had been, Faith was like myself, throwing all of herself into the fire, damn the consequences.

It was a liberating realization.

Before I could move on it, though, Faith pushed me over so that I lay back. Mouth marking a hot line down my chest and stomach, she stripped away my last bit of clothing, releasing a cock so erect it lay flat against my stomach. Faith's breath touched it first, and then she swallowed me.

With a groan, my eyes rolled back, but I forced them into place, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight of Faith's full lips circling the base of my cock, then sliding up to the end. I reached down and pushed the dark curtain of her hair to see as her deceptively small hand circled my shaft and began to stroke.

Her eyes caught mine, and lust jumped like an electric spark from dark brown to cold blue and back.

"Silly boy... you think I don't have condoms for us?"

I smirked and began to push myself up on my elbows, expecting her to go diving into her things to find the condom. Instead, her hand moved faster, and her tongue was a pink flicker as it lavished hot wet attention on my cock.

"Don't have to get it, though, Wes... Could just... do... this."

Decisions, decisions. I honestly tried to figure it out, but Faith's mouth was quite literally draining me of all conscious thought. Finally, I wrenched my mind back into place.

Reaching down, my fingers threaded through her dark hair and pulled her away from me and back up, so I could press a hard kiss against her mouth, my tongue driving past her lips. I pulled back and stared into her eyes.

"If you want to taste me so badly, I'll come in your mouth, but I am going to fuck you, Faith."

Faith had loosed the me I'd not seen for a long while. It was time to see what she thought of him.

[wesleys_slayer]

I was happily teasing Wes and just licking him away with a smirk on my face when I felt his hand in my hair yank my forward for a hard kiss that I returned. After he stopped kissing me - yeah, cuz I could've kept on going - he was the one with a smirk.

"If you want to taste me so badly, I'll come in your mouth, but I am going to fuck you, Faith."

I just blinked a few times, wondering if I'd heard him right. Yeah, he'd made the whole crack that other time about holding onto the bedpost, and who gave the orders and shit, but...

"Ok."

And like that, he was the one giving the fucking orders somehow, and I was getting wet just waiting for some more. My heart was pounding and I tried to figure out why it was turning me on so bad.

And... nothing came to mind. Except for the fact that this time, it was Wes and not some guy or girl I'd just picked up off the street.

My legs moved up the bed a bit so I was in a more comfortable position, cuz his hand in my hair? So wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I squirmed against and realized two could play this game.

"So... fuck me, Wes. I know you want to, know you've been thinking about your cock slamming into me," I whispered, wondering how long it would take him before he'd have enough of being driven crazy and I'd get that nice fuck he was promising. "Bet you've had things all planned out... me begging you, hands and knees? Maybe gagged so no one can hear me scream as I come all over you?"

Fuck, everything I was saying was only getting me wetter, until I knew he could feel my juices running all over his thighs...