Summary Angel and Wes honor Cordelia’s passing
Rating NC17 SLASH
Disclaimer No angst harmed in the writing of this story. Any injured copyrights were unintentional
Notes Set after the events of You’re Welcome. Major spoilers for that episode.
Keep in mind I'm not a big slash fan anyway, but I actually ended up pretty proud of this.
Written as a btvs_cupid gift for doyle_sb4
Angel’s apartment was gray and lifeless, as it always was. For a few hours there had been color and joy and life. But that was all gone now.
Wes came back with him. It seemed appropriate somehow. They had known her longer, loved her best. They would mourn her in a way the others couldn’t.
Angel still felt the stab of their happy faces when he’d come to tell them the news. Lorne had wept like a child. Fred just looked devastated, but she didn’t cry. Angel wondered if she ever cried anymore. Had she left the things that made her a girl back in Pylea? Or had that been a more recent loss?
They held her wake right there. Everyone had stories of her bravery, her compassion, her humor, her stubbornness. Each one was given up like a treasure and bathed in large quantities of alcohol. Finally the bar had closed with too much left unsaid.
Spike had surprised him. He had known Cordy, of course. She was on the list of people he had tried to kill in Sunnydale, so technically they went back further than she and Wes did. But he didn’t know her in the way the others did, and in one of his bouts of chivalry, he had wordlessly appointed himself designated driver, allowing the others to grieve freely. “No worries, mate,” he assured Angel as they piled the other three in a cab. “I’ll take care of ‘em for you.”
Normally these flashes of William infuriated him. Tonight, all he could do was give Spike cash for the cab fare and be grateful there was someone else to pick up the slack. At least for tonight.
Wesley had waited with him on the curb, then slowly walked back to the office at his side, the neck of a new bottle of Glenfiddich gripped tightly in his fist. They rode up the elevator to the apartment in silence. Wes opened the scotch and poured them each a large dose, handing Angel one tumbler before sitting on the couch next to him with his own. They slowly went through half the bottle like that, each immersed in their own memories of the spoiled, demanding, selfish girl who had grown into such a strong, compassionate woman.
“She never should have been in this,” Angel finally said.
“What do you mean?”
“This life. This wasn’t meant for her. She should have been acting, or marrying some rich, handsome doctor. Not being tortured and beaten up and possessed.”
“It was her choice, Angel. She made it time and time again. We can’t belittle that now, not after what she has sacrificed.”
Angel stared into the bottom of his glass.
“What I never understood,” Wes leaned forward, toying with his tumbler, “is how such a pretty girl could be such a terrible kisser.”
“What?” Angel jerked up in surprise. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve kissed her several times, and I was always surprised at how awkward it was.” He set the glass on the table and refilled it, but didn’t pick it back up. “I considered that it might be me, but as I’ve had no complaints from other partners, I have to conclude it was her.”
Angel didn’t quite smile. “Maybe it was the combination. I always thought she was a great kisser.”
“Did you have many chances to find out?”
“Some. Not a lot.” He put the tumbler down on the table and leaned back against the sofa cushions. “She kissed me tonight. Before she . . . before she left. I can still feel her on my lips.”
Wes twisted his neck to look Angel in the face. Slowly he moved forward and moved his lips across Angel’s mouth, as though looking for the last remaining essence of Cordelia Chase.
It wasn’t electric, but it was comforting, and Angel gently turned the soft exploration into a full blown kiss, opening his mouth to do a proper job of it. Properly encouraged, Wes moved closer, curling the fingers of one hand around the nape of Angel’s neck to hold him in place as they delved into each other’s mouths. Angel’s hands fell to rest on Wes’s hips, drawing him closer until their chests were almost touching.
Almost imperceptibly the kiss deepened, gradually becoming suffused with passion. Angel hesitated, uncertain how far Wesley wanted to take this. But the Watcher’s hands dropped to pull Angel’s shirt from the waist of his pants, and Angel committed himself to the acts that were about to occur here.
Wes moaned softly as Angel unbuttoned the other man’s shirt, and the sound went straight to Angel’s swelling cock. He undid his own shirt and drew Wesley’s smaller, slender hands up to rest on the cool, smooth skin of his pectorals. The warmth of the other man’s skin suffused him, drove him to reach out and feather his fingers through the light scattering of coarse curls over the other man’s chest.
With a soft sigh into his mouth, Wes let his hand coast down Angel’s chest and belly to release the button of his trousers, then slowly pushed down the zipper slide to open the front of his pants fully. Lean, strong fingers slipped beneath the band of his boxer briefs, pushing them down as he drew Angel’s rigid phallus out, hand curled loosely around the rod to slide erotically up the length.
With a soft growl, Angel let his own hand fall to open Wes’s slacks, mirroring his actions as he curled his fist around Wes’s equally hard shaft. Wes gasped at the contact, Angel’s cool skin icy against his own heat. Wesley’s cock was as long and lean as his fingers, and Angel savored the feel of the velvet hard skin as he slowly started jacking him.
Wesley’s own grip tightened. The friction of his calloused palms against the tender skin of Angel’s cock was terrific, and Angel kissed him harder as reward. They each found their own rhythm that pleased the other as they sank deeper into each other’s mouths.
Time passed without regard as the two men pleasured each other. Angel pulled out of the kiss to indulge in the decadent look of his partner, bare chest and cock framed by the open shirt and trousers. A part of his mind was surprised by how virile the nerdish man actually was. The rest of his mind wanted to prove it.
He leaned in close to Wes’s ear. “Come to bed.”
Wes met his gaze, squeezing tighter around Angel’s cock. “Yeah.”
They rose from the couch, shedding clothing as they moved to the bedroom until they met totally nude at the foot of the bed. Angel gathered Wes close to him, their bare flesh pressing hungrily as he captured his mouth again, letting his hands roam freely. They explored each other endlessly, letting their cocks duel between the pressed flesh of their stomachs as they ground together.
Angel turned them slowly, then pushed Wes down to sit on the edge of the bed. He sank to his knees, looking questioningly at Wes. In response, Wes rested a gentle hand on Angel’s head and guided him closer to his erection.
Angel took it up in one hand and let his tongue slowly explore the length of it. It was warm and solid on his tongue, and with every stroke he could feel the blood pounding through it. He let his teeth graze over each vein before rising up to let them catch under the ridge of the cock head. Wes hissed at the sensation but wouldn’t let Angel move away. So instead he licked and sucked hungrily at the mushroom cap head, drawing husky sounds of pleasure from his partner. When the sounds turned to whimpers of desperation, Angel relented and slid the throbbing length into his mouth.
He felt Wesley fling his head back, heard his grunt of pure pleasure, but focused on getting him seated deep in his throat before looking up. Wes was leaning back on one arm, tilted a bit to the side in order to be able to watch. The other hand rested on Angel’s head still, guiding their motions as he slowly began thrusting up into Angel’s mouth. Angel let him, letting him get as deep as Wes wanted until Angel’s lips closed around the root. He swallowed hard, and Wes cried out, clutching Angel’s hair as he surged against him. Then Angel began to move, sucking him off with all the skills at his disposal. Up and down, riding him hard, using suction and muscles to keep his mouth virgin tight around the pistoning cock, his free hand toying roughly with Wesley’s sac. He felt them tighten, felt Wes hitch, and began swallowing an instant before the younger man’s cum started flooding his mouth.
He reduced the pressure, shifting into long, slow licks and gentle kisses meant to cleanse and relax as Wes came down from his orgasm.
Body trembling, lungs bellowing, Wes looked down at him before slowly crabbing his way up the mattress, reaching out a hand to draw Angel with him. There was concern and an offer in his eyes. Angel ran his hand up the inside of Wes’s leg and underneath to show what he wanted. Wes didn’t flinch, only spread his legs wider.
Angel crawled forward on his knees, catching Wes’s hips to draw him closer. His hand slid down to Wesley’s ankle and drew the leg up so it was parallel to Angel’s chest, pressing into him so that Wes had to roll slightly when Angel leaned into him. Angel spat in his hand, disappointed that it was the only lubrication he had, and slicked the saliva all over his cock. His wet hand guided his cock into place between Wesley’s ass cheeks, and with dreadful slowness he eased through the tight circle of muscle and deep into Wes.
Wesley gasped and tensed, but only for a moment before drawing a deep shuddering breath and relaxing into the sensation. As Angel started moving, he saw that Wes was already beginning to get hard again, enjoying this as much as Angel was. And he did enjoy it. He loved it. The heat was overwhelming, the grasping tightness of unstretched muscles exquisite. He gripped Wes’s leg and hip, holding him in place while Angel began stroking slowly and deeply amid musical groans of ecstasy from both men. Angel moved faster and faster and Wes got harder and harder until they were fucking at a frantic pace. Angel caught Wes’s rock hard cock in his fist, squeezing hard as he jerked in time to their rhythm. The vampire came with a howl and a burning streak of electric fire, his hand still pistoning Wes until moments later he shot all over his stomach with a curse of his own.
Wes winced when Angel let his soft cock slip from Wes’s hole, and again when Angel released his leg to fall to the bed. Angel stumbled to his feet and into the bathroom where he cleaned himself off, then wet a second facecloth under warm water and went back to the bed to gently clean Wes as well. Then he climbed back into the bed and drew the comforter over both of them.
It could have been minutes or hours before Wesley finally spoke. “I should get home.”
“Don’t.” Angel stopped him before he could get out of the bed. “Just stay here tonight.”
“I shouldn’t . . .”
“It’s okay. You were too drunk to go home last night, so you crashed here. No harm, no foul.”
Wes eased back down into the bed, spooning up behind Angel and dropping an arm around his waist.
They both slept easily, having pleasured each other in the place of a beautiful woman neither of them could ever touch again.