Where is my friend when I need you most...
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moonlettuceTitle: Moments In Time: Deep
Episode: First Impressions
Author: Claire
Damn it, what's he doing? All Wesley's had is a frantic phone call from Cordelia telling him Gunn's in trouble and to get Angel. Which would be easier to do if Angel would answer his damn door. Hammering harder, Wesley winces as his knuckles rap against the wood.
"Bugger it." Dropping his hand to the door handle, Wesley realises he doesn't even know if Angel is in there. He's pretty sure he is; after all, where else would the vampire be? The only place he seems to be recently is in his room, sleeping. Softly apologising for the breach of privacy, Wesley turns the handle and swings the door open, stopping abruptly as he sees Angel standing statue-like next to the bed. He can't help it as his eyes travel down the naked back, tongue darting out to lick at suddenly dry lips. And he has the urge to walk up to the vampire and run his tongue over the tattoo that adorns Angel's back, to trace the lines that make up the design, to follow the arc of the A that sits over the muscle.
Before he knows it he's taken a step forward, fingers outstretched, wanting to feel the run of the ink under his fingers, the coolness of the skin. And he's so near to Angel he can nearly feel the skin under him. So near to the one thing he's wants. So near...
His hands jerks back as Angel spins around and pins him with his stare. The vampire's eyes flicker once and then Wesley is clawing at the fingers wrapped around his throat as he is thrown back, Angel's body heavy on him.
"You made her go away!"
"Angel, it's me!" Stars explode in front of his eyes, colours swirling and dancing. And he's heard about erotic asphyxiation, but never thought much about it. But now, with Angel's hand pressed against his throat and the weight of Angel pushing him back against the floor, struggling to get the air into his lungs, he thinks again. Because Angel's still against him, coolness of his flesh seeping through Wesley's thin trousers, and hard cock pressing against his hip. And, jesus, he's torn between wanting to push Angel off and pull him closer.
"What are you doing here?" The confusion in Angel's tone is genuine.
And then he remembers Cordelia's call. "Gunn's in trouble." But the pressure hasn't eased up. Cold fingers burn a mark onto his throat. Marking him, branding him. And part of him wants this to never end. But they need to get to Gunn. "Can't breathe."
"Gunn can't breathe?"
"I can't breathe." And he regrets the words as soon as he gasps them out because the weight is gone as Angel jumps up. He wants it back, wants the pressure against his throat, and the hardness against his hip. Wants it all back.
"Oh, sorry." But Angel doesn't sound sorry, just stands there looking at him.
Wesley pushes himself onto his elbows, drawing the air into his lungs as the burning sensation running through him abates. "Oh, it's quite all right." But it's not all right, not now he has the image of Angel on top of him burned into his soul. Breathing deeply, his heart rate is lowering back to normal, and he can feel a damp spot on his trousers, marking the area Angel's cock had been pushed against him. And he wants to lower his fingers to rub at it, taste it, taste what Angel has left with him, but he dares not do it. Lifting his eyes to meet Angel's, he wants to stop and stare at the naked body before him, to seal it into his mind, but he's already on shaky ground. Angel is a vampire, more than able to smell the arousal Wesley knows must be pouring off him. He only hopes Angel is still too asleep to notice. "Now about the naked thing..." Because he knows if Angel stands there much longer he won't be able to stop himself. Fingers will reach out to touch, and a tongue will dart out to taste, because he wants to know, *needs* to know.
"I'll get dressed."
"Much appreciated." And he's still staring when Angel offers a hand to help him up. "Uh, no, no." Because if he touches Angel then he'll never let go, and they have to get to Gunn. And with a final glance at Angel's retreating body, Wesley pushes himself to his feet and walks back to the door.
End MIT: Deep
The other MIT stories can be found here.
Episode: First Impressions
Author: Claire
Damn it, what's he doing? All Wesley's had is a frantic phone call from Cordelia telling him Gunn's in trouble and to get Angel. Which would be easier to do if Angel would answer his damn door. Hammering harder, Wesley winces as his knuckles rap against the wood.
"Bugger it." Dropping his hand to the door handle, Wesley realises he doesn't even know if Angel is in there. He's pretty sure he is; after all, where else would the vampire be? The only place he seems to be recently is in his room, sleeping. Softly apologising for the breach of privacy, Wesley turns the handle and swings the door open, stopping abruptly as he sees Angel standing statue-like next to the bed. He can't help it as his eyes travel down the naked back, tongue darting out to lick at suddenly dry lips. And he has the urge to walk up to the vampire and run his tongue over the tattoo that adorns Angel's back, to trace the lines that make up the design, to follow the arc of the A that sits over the muscle.
Before he knows it he's taken a step forward, fingers outstretched, wanting to feel the run of the ink under his fingers, the coolness of the skin. And he's so near to Angel he can nearly feel the skin under him. So near to the one thing he's wants. So near...
His hands jerks back as Angel spins around and pins him with his stare. The vampire's eyes flicker once and then Wesley is clawing at the fingers wrapped around his throat as he is thrown back, Angel's body heavy on him.
"You made her go away!"
"Angel, it's me!" Stars explode in front of his eyes, colours swirling and dancing. And he's heard about erotic asphyxiation, but never thought much about it. But now, with Angel's hand pressed against his throat and the weight of Angel pushing him back against the floor, struggling to get the air into his lungs, he thinks again. Because Angel's still against him, coolness of his flesh seeping through Wesley's thin trousers, and hard cock pressing against his hip. And, jesus, he's torn between wanting to push Angel off and pull him closer.
"What are you doing here?" The confusion in Angel's tone is genuine.
And then he remembers Cordelia's call. "Gunn's in trouble." But the pressure hasn't eased up. Cold fingers burn a mark onto his throat. Marking him, branding him. And part of him wants this to never end. But they need to get to Gunn. "Can't breathe."
"Gunn can't breathe?"
"I can't breathe." And he regrets the words as soon as he gasps them out because the weight is gone as Angel jumps up. He wants it back, wants the pressure against his throat, and the hardness against his hip. Wants it all back.
"Oh, sorry." But Angel doesn't sound sorry, just stands there looking at him.
Wesley pushes himself onto his elbows, drawing the air into his lungs as the burning sensation running through him abates. "Oh, it's quite all right." But it's not all right, not now he has the image of Angel on top of him burned into his soul. Breathing deeply, his heart rate is lowering back to normal, and he can feel a damp spot on his trousers, marking the area Angel's cock had been pushed against him. And he wants to lower his fingers to rub at it, taste it, taste what Angel has left with him, but he dares not do it. Lifting his eyes to meet Angel's, he wants to stop and stare at the naked body before him, to seal it into his mind, but he's already on shaky ground. Angel is a vampire, more than able to smell the arousal Wesley knows must be pouring off him. He only hopes Angel is still too asleep to notice. "Now about the naked thing..." Because he knows if Angel stands there much longer he won't be able to stop himself. Fingers will reach out to touch, and a tongue will dart out to taste, because he wants to know, *needs* to know.
"I'll get dressed."
"Much appreciated." And he's still staring when Angel offers a hand to help him up. "Uh, no, no." Because if he touches Angel then he'll never let go, and they have to get to Gunn. And with a final glance at Angel's retreating body, Wesley pushes himself to his feet and walks back to the door.
End MIT: Deep
The other MIT stories can be found here.
