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Chapter Eleven

Gunn convinces him to stay in Los Angeles for at least another day, if only to reacquaint himself with his friends in the office. Wesley's only partially dreading it. He has missed them, but he wonders if he can look them in the eyes after knowing what he does.

"If it isn't everybody's favorite runaway!" Lorne cries when Gunn ushers Wesley into the meeting room. Wesley feels himself blush. Luckily, Lorne and Gunn are the only people in the room.

"Lorne," Wesley greets him, with a smile.

"Oh, damn. I left some files in my office. I'll be back in a minute," Gunn says, heading back out the door.

"What's up, Buttercup?" Lorne says.

"The usual; there was a prophecy, I translated it."

"Par for the course." Lorne's face takes on a puzzled expression. "I know I wanted to ask you something. Now, what was it? Oh yeah! Why the heck did you leave?!"

Wesley sighs. "Lorne..."

"Oh, no. No excuses, pal. Why'd you leave?"

"Angel and I dissolved our relationship."

"What am I, Helen Keller? You think I didn't notice the brood levels spiking into the red zone around here?"

"Lorne, I don't think..."

"What did he do? One minute it's hearts and flowers and groin action a-plenty, and then he walks around acting like you died!"

Wesley doesn't have anything else to say.

Lorne leans in close, places a soothing arm around Wesley's shoulders, his face open and sympathetic.

"Okay. It's all right, Loverboy, you don't have to tell me." Wesley sighs in relief. "Unless you want me to start telling the story about how you really got that motorcycle."

Wesley blanches. How does Lorne know about that?

Lorne shrugs. "You never should have sung 'We Are the Champions'."

The door opens, and Wesley turns toward it.

"Wes." It's Angel. His steps falter as he enters the room. "How'd your translations go?"

"Fine, thank you. The world won't be ending this autumn."

"Good to know."

"Oh, look, tension. I'm gonna go get a knife to cut it. Maybe a chainsaw," Lorne says quickly, stepping out the door and closing it behind him. The action leaves Wesley alone with Angel.

"So," Angel says uncomfortably.

"Yes. Quite."

"Look, Wes, I--"

Wes can't let whatever it is that Angel's about to say be said. He feels he might shatter if he has to engage in any more polite small-talk, and he knows for sure that he'll break if the conversation turns to more serious, heart-breaking topics.

"As I'm finished with my translations, I expect I'll be heading back to Italy in the morning," Wesley interrupts him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

Silence.

"Rome? Where..."

"Where Buffy is, yes. I ran into her a few weeks ago."

"How is she?"

"She's well. She asked me to tell you 'hello' the next time I saw you."

"Oh. That's...okay. Thanks."

More silence. Wesley wonders if he's really drowning in it, or if it just feels that way.

"I suppose I'll go back to my hotel for the remainder of the day, then. I'll book a flight for morning."

"I...yeah. Okay. That's... Okay."

"Thank you for allowing me to use the templates. And please be sure to thank Raimo for the hospitality of his office."

"I'll do that."

Wesley starts to move toward the door.

"Wesley, I..."

Wesley halts. Waits. "Yes, Angel?"

Angel hesitates. "Have a safe trip."

"Thank you." Wesley's heart sinks as he continues toward the door. He'd hoped...no, he didn't hope. He and Angel couldn't have a relationship. There was too much. But... Damn, he wants it. He stops before his hand even touches the knob. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

Wesley closes his eyes. Lets out a breath. Turns back around to look directly into Angel's eyes. "Are you really just going to let me leave?" He could kick himself.

Angel hesitates again. "Do you want me to stop you?"

"I..."

"I will, if you want me to, Wes."

Wesley can't say it aloud, but he wants him to. Wants him to so desperately that he's afraid he might actually be able to say it aloud, might actually beg Angel to ask him to stay. Afraid he wouldn't be able to say no.

"Angel, this can't..."

"Can't work. I know."

"There's too much..."

"Too much in the past, I know."

Wesley can't tear his eyes away, though, to leave. His feet won't move. He's stuck, exactly where he is, looking at Angel. He can't bring himself to leave, not yet, because this time he knows if he leaves he can't come back.

Wesley's self-control breaks, and he takes a step. Away from the door.

"Angel…"

Angel doesn't move a muscle, as though he's afraid the slightest movement will send Wesley running, like a skittish cat.

"Do you think we could have worked out? If I'd stayed?"

"I don't know, Wes."

"Do you think… maybe we could have trusted one another again?"

"I trusted you by then."

The admission makes Wesley's heart thump heavily in his chest. "Do you think forgiveness is what breeds trust?"

"I think so, yeah."

Wesley stares at him for a long moment. "Angel…I've forgiven you."

Angel takes that in. "Does that mean you trust me?"

"I…I don't know. I'd like to. But...there would have to be…terms. If we were to… It would have to be on my terms."

"I run a law firm. We could draw up a contract." The corner of Angel's mouth twitches, but Wesley doesn't want to joke right now.

"You would have to…trust me. Explicitly. No more… hiding things, or… taking things that aren't…"

"I would never take anything from you that you weren't willing to give, Wesley. Not again."

Wesley digests this. He leans forward, and whispers. "In for a penny," he says, and presses his lips to Angel's.

Wesley starts the kiss gently, meaning for it to be brief and quiet, but the instant his mouth touches Angel's, he's lost, on fire, consumed. He lets out a moan as Angel crushes their bodies together, pressing Wesley back against the wall, hands roaming and exploring, relearning lines and muscles and flesh.

Angel's mouth moves down, tasting Wesley's neck, his collarbone, trying to pull Wesley's shirt up, down, anything to get to more skin, as Wesley's fingers clutch at his shoulders.

"God, Wes…" Angel whispers, pressing forward with his hips, drawing a gasp from Wesley as he feels the evidence of Angel's arousal meeting his own.

Angel jerks back, panting, eyes heavy-lidded. Wesley blinks at him owlishly.

"Wes…are we…?"

"God, yes, if you'd hurry and undress me," Wesley moans, pushing himself off the wall to get close to Angel again.

"We can't…this is the meeting room."

Wesley stops. "Right. I should have…"

"Let's go upstairs."

Wesley doesn't hesitate, letting Angel take his hand and lead him from the room, out across the hall to the elevator. The doors aren't even closed when Angel takes possession of his mouth again, and Wesley dimly hears Lorne's voice in the hall.

"Oh, thank God!" Lorne cries.

Wesley's pressed up against the wall of the elevator, dizzy at the feel of Angel's hands touching him, his arms, his chest, his back, his ribs, his neck, everything, his mouth being devoured and at the same time devouring, reveling in the taste of Angel. Angel, whom he's missed so much for so long, and he'd thought he'd forgotten Angel's taste, but it's just as wonderful and perfect as he remembers it to be.

"Wes, God, Wes, I missed you so much," Angel whispers against his lips, and Wesley responds by pushing his hips forward, grinding against Angel's, bringing cloth-covered friction to the bulge in Angel's trousers.

"Angel," he sighs, as cool hands find their way underneath his sweater, slipping past cashmere to tickle across his skin.

"I couldn't stand it when you weren't here, Wes. I need you."

Wesley tries to think of a response, but words won't come. Instead, he captures Angel's mouth again and tries to pour his gratitude, his voiceless apology, his own need into the kiss, as his hands tangle themselves in Angel's hair. Angel rubs his palm against the light stubble peppering Wesley's jaw, just as the bell for their floor dings and the elevator doors open.

Angel pulls back, pulling Wesley with him so that they stay close, mouths still consuming one another, hands still wandering, as they move out of the elevator and into the suite. Angel pulls him all the way to the bed, pulls Wesley down with him, on top of him, not relinquishing his mouth at all as his hands move down to Wesley's hips and pull their hips together, dragging Wesley's erection against his own.

Wesley lets out a harsh cry, trying to reach between them and get clothes out of the way so that their cocks can move together unhindered. He pushes fingers down into Angel's waistband, his fingers reaching and finding Angel's dripping cock as his thumbs work buttons. Angel's head falls back and from his chest comes a low, guttural moan.

"God, Wes, keep doing that, I'm not gonna last. Missed your touch so much."

"Then I'll keep touching you," Wes murmurs against Angel's neck as he pushes his trousers down, wriggling his own hips to push fabric out of the way.

Angel moves to still Wesley's hands as they reach for his erection, holding onto his wrists gently.

"I want this to last, Wes. It's been so long…"

"And for me as well, Angel. Let's take the edge off, hm?"

"Save the fancy stuff for round two?" Angel asks with a half-smile.

Wesley returns the expression. "And rounds three and four, as well, I expect." Wesley leans down and kisses Angel again, licking the roof of Angel's mouth. Angel rewards him by releasing his wrists, and jerking his hips up as Wesley's hot hand wraps itself around his shaft.

Wesley's thrilled at the feel of Angel's cock, hard and heavy in his hand; he's missed this, more than he'd realized, but now that he has it back again it's filling his head, bringing spots behind his eyelids.

"Mo ghrá," Angel moans, his own hands moving down to release Wesley's cock from his own slacks, and Wes can't keep his hips from stuttering when that familiar hand closes around him, sending frissons of pleasure up his spine. "Mo muirnín." My darling.

Wesley pulls away, starts to slide down Angel's body, and Angel moves up on the bed to make the journey shorter. Wesley kisses across Angel's chest, pushing his shirt up to reveal cool, pale skin, pressing fluttering kisses against Angel's trembling skin. Finally he reaches his goal, and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of Angel's cock, earning a low moan.

Angel spreads his legs, giving Wesley room to get comfortable as Wes takes the head into his mouth, fluttering his tongue across the slit before wrapping it around the head, pushing it under the foreskin, sucking and lapping at the dribbles of fluid that are gathering on his tongue. He pushes down, and he knows he's always been good at this, at holding his breath and relaxing his throat and taking the entire length into warm, wet heat, making Angel moan and writhe under him.

Angel reaches down, slides his fingers into Wesley's hair, not pushing but holding, cradling the back of Wesley's head as Wesley bobs up and down, taking him in and sucking and licking.

"God, Wes, remember the first time we did this?"

Wesley moans. He remembers.

"I wanna see you touch yourself for me, I wanna see you get off, just from sucking my cock. Think you can do that for me?"

Wesley can't hold back a whimper, pulling off of Angel's cock and moving down to draw his tongue across Angel's taut sac. "No, Angel, I won't last, if I so much as touch it…" he murmurs between lock, full licks.

"Yeah? This turn you on, tasting me? Sucking my cock?"

Wesley moans and takes the length back in his throat, his own erection twitching at the sound of Angel's voice, the nature of the words it was speaking.

"You like my cock, Wes? Like it in your mouth? Like knowing how fucking hot you look down there, sucking on me, moaning and looking like you've never tasted anything so good in your whole fucking life?"

Wesley moans again, jaw starting to ache as he moves his head faster, a drop of his own saliva dripping down his lower lip as it moves along the underside of Angel's erection.

"Want me to come in your mouth, mo ghrá? Wanna taste it? Feel it? Want me to fuck your mouth?" Wesley can't help it; the feel of Angel's cock in his mouth, the taste of it, the words spinning around him like twinkling currents of electricity draw him over the edge, and he knows he's ruining Angel's bedding, can't even begin to give a damn as he feels Angel's balls draw up, tight, feels the first throb and shudder and his mouth is filling, bitter and salt and copper and cream, and it's the perfect mixture of tastes, sliding down his throat as he swallows against the head, so focused on Angel's cock that he's only dimly aware of Angel, shouting, above him.

Finally, Wes pulls up, away, panting, eyes glazed and blinking slowly, as Angel sits up, drags Wesley over and rolls him onto his back. Wesley lets out a ragged moan as Angel leans down, begins licking at Wesley's own cock, cleaning off the remnants of his own release.

Angel moves up, presses their mouths together, and it's a soft, gentle, open-mouthed kiss, Angel's tongue slipping past Wesley's lips, tracing out the taste of his own come. Angel's hands run under his sweater again, cooling overheated skin with his fingers.

Wesley breaks the kiss and pushes Angel's shirt up, pulling it over his shoulders, his head, eyes following every plane of muscle and flesh, even as his hands move to push Angel's trousers further down. Angel helps by kicking the offending garment from his ankles, so that he's lying naked above Wesley, propped up on his elbows as he takes control of Wesley's mouth again.

After a few minutes, Angel stops, pressing kisses against Wesley's jaw line, pushing and pulling at clothing until Wesley, too, is naked underneath him.

Wesley drags his hand down Angel's chest, gently rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger as his knee bends, inner thigh skating against Angel's hip. His other hand reaches over, digging in the drawer of the table beside the bed, until he finally finds it; the tube of lubricant Angel kept there. He pushes it into Angel's palm, spreading his legs as wantonly as their current position will allow.

"Please, Angel," Wesley murmurs, pushing the head of his revived cock against Angel's abdomen.

Angel pulls up, glances at the lube, and appears to consider it for a moment. Finally, he shakes his head, pressing the lube back into Wesley's hand. "No, eannán, I want… I want you to take me. Please."

Wesley's head falls back against the pillows, eyes wide. He stares up into Angel's face, places a hand against his cheek.

"Angel…are you sure?"

Angel swallows. "Yes. Wesley… mé muinín tú." I trust you.

Wesley, after a moment, nods, and lifts his head to capture Angel's lips in a gentle kiss. It lasts an eternity, then Angel allows Wes to roll them, so that he's lying atop Angel's body, and then they're kissing again, soft and slow and sweet, as Angel lets his legs fall apart, and Wesley runs his hands up the inside of his thighs. Instead of moving higher, to the hidden opening there, Wesley caresses down the top of his lover's thighs, then back up, repeating the cycle over and over, soothingly, as Angel's muscles relax, as his tongue sweeps across the inside of Angel's mouth.

Eventually, Wesley picks up the lube from the bed, opening it with one hand and coating the fingers of the other with the slick fluid. He reaches down, and runs a fingertip around Angel's hole, pressing a kiss to Angel's chest as he feels the puckered opening flutter against the digit. A few more teasing strokes across it, and Wesley gently pushes the tip of one finger in, inside the smooth-slick walls of Angel's channel.

Angel hisses, hips shifting just barely, pushing against that finger, trying to drive it deeper. Wesley takes pity on him and presses in further, further, and begins to thrust it in and out, filling Angel with it then pulling it out, Angel moans, eyes closed. "Wes…More, Wes, please," he whispers, and Wesley kisses him again, pulling his finger out and adding more lube before adding a second finger, pushing them inside Angel's cool body.

Angel's hips writhe again, a little more pronounced, as Wes pushes two fingers in, pulls out, pushes in, pulls out, stretching Angel slowly, carefully.

Angel's still moaning, panting, as Wesley prepares him, and finally Wesley is finished, taking more of the lubricant and spreading it carefully over his cock.

He settles himself between Angel's open thighs, and Angel tips his hips in invitation. Wesley meets his eyes, sees lust more than nerves, and guides the head of his cock to that slicked opening. "Wes…" Angel moans. "Please."

It sounds like begging, and Wesley has to close his eyes as he pushes forward, slightly, feeling Angel stretch around him, and he slides in, slow, slow, slow, until he can feel himself fully enveloped. He can't move; surely it will be over if he moves, but he has to look at Angel, see his face, make sure he's not hurting his lover.

Angel's looking back at him with wonder, his throat working convulsively as he tries to swallow or talk or breathe, and Wesley leans forward to press a kiss to those slack, open lips. Angel's hips thrust down, pushing Wesley more firmly inside him, and Wesley lets out a gasp. He's lost now, and he has to move, thrusting gently in, pulling almost completely out, repeating the motion as Angel's hands move up his arms, under his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh as he moves with him.

"Angel, I…" Wesley whispers, wanting to stop his hips, wanting to tell Angel he's sorry, he loves him, he missed him, he needs him, but he can't get his throat to work, and his hips are quite happy staying in motion.

"You're so hot, Wes…God…never thought…so good inside me…" Angel mutters, hands moving faster, touching every inch of Wesley's torso he can reach, neck arched as he meets Wesley's thrusts.

Wesley reaches one hand between them, wrapping it around Angel's straining cock, pumping the flesh as he moves faster, moaning as Angel writhes under him, brain dizzy with desire.

Angel lets out a moan, and uses his strength to roll them, so that Wesley's lying on his back, Angel straddling his hips, writhing on top of him.

Wes cries out, thrusting his hips up as Angel pounds down on him, head falling back against the pillows.

Wesley reaches his hand up, grasping Angel's cock again, and Angel's hand closes over his, encouraging it to move faster. Angel pushes his hips down in an almost punishing rhythm, and Wesley moves his hand to match the tempo, unable to keep his eyes open as his back arches off the bed, feeling his cock encased in Angel's body over and over again.

"Wes--" Angel gasps, and suddenly Angel's cock is jumping in Wesley's hand. Angel cries out, low and long, moving faster on top of him, and Wesley can feel spurts of come land on his chest and neck, and he feels himself rushing over the edge, as Angel clenches and shudders around him, air and sound catching in his throat, ears roaring as his hips jerk up, pounding his release into Angel's hole.

Angel's body stays suspended above him for a moment, every muscle tight with tension, back arched and skin shining in the low light of the room, then collapses over him, drawing a soft sound from Wes at the impact. After a moment, Angel rolls to the side, and Wesley whimpers as his cock slides out, before Angel pulls him in close, so that Wesley's curled up against Angel's broader chest. Angel presses gentle kisses against the top of Wesley's head, and Wesley's body wants desperately to let the post-sex haze send him into unconsciousness, but he wants to stay awake, stay with Angel.

"Wes, that was… God, I love you," Angel murmurs against his skin, and Wesley moves closer, practically trying to crawl inside Angel's skin, to be closer.

"I love you too, Angel," he whispers into a kiss against Angel's throat. Angel rolls to his side, facing Wes, tipping his chin up for a kiss before once again wrapping his arms tightly around the thinner man. Angel settles into the embrace, letting go of his mouth and hugging him closer for a moment, then closing his eyes to go to sleep.

"Angel…"

"Yeah, Wes?" he asks, opening his eyes again.

Wesley glances down self-consciously. "I don't…I don't want to go to sleep."

Angel simply looks at him, waiting.

"I've never been happier than I am right now, Angel. If I go to sleep…"

Wesley kisses him, and it's desperate but not hungry, then leans his forehead against Angel's chin.

"Sleep, mo ghrá." Wesley sighs, relaxes further as Angel kisses the top of his head again, and falls deeply into slumber.

END

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