RockStarPeach

Little ditty written for my most darlingest darling, angelstoy who asked me for:

I would LOVE a naughty Angel doing naughty things to Wes under the mistletoe!!!!!!!!!!

Title: Thanks

Pairing: Angel/Wes

Rating: Adult

Summary: Wes and Angel have some fun together at Christmas.

“Oh, hello Angel,” Wesley said, somewhat surprised, blinking and stepping backward, trying not to run straight into the much larger being. It wasn’t every day that he found Angel in his apartment, but when he did, particularly of late, it was usually for very pleasurable reasons. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“You decorated the hotel,” Angel told him, reaching out a hand to grab Wesley’s arm, pulling him closer. “You know, for Christmas. Thought I should return the favour.” He flicked a switch on the wall, multi-coloured miniature twinkle lights adorning the walls casting a festive glow on the room, and Wesley could see bows and garland and tinsel, lovingly placed there by Angel, decorating his apartment.

“Yes,” Wesley smiled, taking in scene. It was times like these that he was reminded of why it so easy for him to love Angel. “I did. Cordeila helped. Did most of it, in fact. Perhaps you should…”

“I should what?” Angel interrupted, yanking Wesley closer, wrapping his arms around him in the dark. “I should go to her place?” He asked, nuzzling into Wesley’s neck, tongue tracing a soft line across his jugular. “I don’t really think she’d appreciate this kind of a ‘thank you’ like you will, but if you think I’m being unfair excluding her…”

“Don’t you dare,” Wesley ordered, his voice threatening, his eyes narrowed and cold, even in the near darkness of the room. He knew Angel was only teasing, could hear it in his voice, but it never hurt to remind him who he belonged to, Wesley had learnt.

“Relax, Wes,” Angel said, hand rubbing soothingly over his back, nipping his jaw lightly with blunt human teeth. “I’m right were I want to be.”

“Mmmm, yes,” Wesley agreed tilting his jaw up to encourage Angel’s attention, pushing his body forward, barley brushing against the vampire. He was already hard, and he knew Angel must know that, but he was still embarrassed that his lover had such an intense affect on him. “And let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

His fingers tightened, dug into the soft flesh of Angel’s lower back, and he pulled the vampire hard against him, abandoning any attempt to hide his arousal. It wouldn’t work anyway. “You wouldn’t like to see my bad side, Angel.”

“Fuck,” Angel hissed, moving his own erection against Wesley’s, open lips closing over the tender skin at the bottom of Wesley’s neck and sucking, hard, drawing the blood to the surface. There was a significant part of him that very much wanted to see Wesley’s bad side. It would be glorious, dark, one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen, he just knew it. If Wesley were ever to become a vampire, he would give Angelus a run for his money.

He didn’t say anything though, didn’t want to scare him by reminding him that he was very much a demon. Besides, it wasn’t like Wesley could forget. He wasn’t Buffy.

“Or maybe you would,” Wesley mused, gasping and rubbing his groin against Angel’s, caught a little off guard by the sudden assault.

“What would I have to do, I wonder?” Angel mumbled, lips still pressed to Wesley’s skin, vibrations from his words going straight to the man’s cock. “For you to show me your ‘bad side’?”

“Angel…” Wesley said, voice uncertain, not sure he liked where this was going.

“Shhh,” Angel cooed, pulling back and placing his finger over Wesley’s lips. “We won’t worry about that right now,” he said, leaning in close, nose nudging Wesley’s. “I’ve kinda got something else on my mind.”

“Angel,” Wesley whispered, taking a deep breath and holding himself steady as Angel turned his head down and licked over his collar bone, unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and licking his way down his chest.

Angel knelt in front of him, looking up, smirking. Fuck, he loved that glazed look in Wesley’s eyes, when his need for Angel was almost the only thing he could think about. He opened his pants, pulling the zipper down and taking out Wesley’s hard dick, pumping it a few times, before starting to lean forward, very slowly, and lick his tongue in one broad stroke across the leaking tip, tasting.

“Angel. What…?” he paused, catching his breath and looking down at the vampire, unable to believe than anyone could look so good as Angel did, on his knees, with his lips pressed to Wesley’s cock. “What are you…?” It wasn’t as if Angel had never blown him before, but it usually wasn’t quite so sudden and so close to his front door that he could see out the peephole if he squinted.

“Mistletoe, Wesley,” Angel point out, grinning, eyes darting to the ceiling where he’d hung the plant. Wesley followed his line of sight, taking in the green and red, looking back down at Angel.

“I think that’s intended for a kiss on the mouth,” he said dryly, authoritatively, then realised that he was essentially attempting to talk Angel out of sucking his cock, and he snapped his mouth shut, staring down at him.

Angel shrugged, grinning, and looked back at Wesley’s hardness, opening his moth wide and taking Wesley deep down his throat in one enthusiastic swallow. Wesley shrieked, bucked, grabbed Angel’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, unable to control himself.

“Angel…” Wesley panted. “Angel…”

“mmmrpmph…” Angel responded, clearly not concerned with what he wanted to say, and also not needing to breath. A distinct plus, as far as Wes was concerned, if he had to admit it.

“Angel!” he demanded again, legs incredibly shaky, and doing his best not to come down Angel’s throat in the next few seconds.

“What, Wesley?” Angel asked, pulling back, patient, licking his lips.

Wesley shivered, and his eyelids fluttered, Angel licking his flavour from his mouth almost too much. He didn’t even remember what he wanted to say, couldn’t possibly have formed a coherent thought, with Angel looking like he did, no longer sucking him, but still cupping Wesley’s balls in his hand, rolling them teasingly.

“I…” he managed, shaking his head to try to clear it. “This isn’t going to last.”

“Doesn’t have to,” Angel smiled. “We’ve got all night to try again.”

And then Angel swallowed him down again, using all his considerable skill to drive Wesley to a rapid, sharp climax, letting the seed slide over his tongue, rolling it, keeping it there for as long as he could before he let it slide down his throat into his belly, almost coming himself from the thought of having something of Wesley inside him, knowing that he’d been the one to give the man such pleasure.

Wesley was sucking in deep breaths, legs shaking as he held Angel’s shoulders, trying not to fall down. Damn, but that had been something. “God, Angel,” he said sighing and looking up at the ceiling, at the little piece of mistletoe that Angel had put there, ridiculously thankful.

Angel stood, wrapped his arms around Wesley and kissed him, moaning when Wesley kissed back with vigour, chasing his own essence in Angel’s mouth. The kiss lasted several minutes, both of them unconcerned with anything else, not really in a hurry. Like Angel said, they had all night.

Eventually they separated, mouths pulling apart after several shorter kisses, bites on tongues and lips, and they rested their foreheads together, holding each other close.

“Merry Christmas, Wesley,” Angel said, kissing him quickly once more, closing his eyes.

Wesley smiled, broad and goofy, as he thought about everything else that the night had in store and sighed against his lover, happiness overtaking him. “Merry Christmas, Angel.”

END