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cheesygirl) wrote2004-11-16 10:30 pm
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Here's the first part of my Angelus/Wes fic. NC-17, takes place during Release. I'm tired and my head hurts so I'm calling it a night, but I really like what I've come up with so far. I hope to write more. Let's hope I keep my word! I'd kinda like to see how this ends too.
Wesley didn’t understand why he wasn’t dead. Or why he hadn’t been tortured. Well, it had been a torture of sorts, but not what one would call unwanted.
Angelus had grabbed him by the throat and sprinted off with him before Faith or Gunn could catch up with them. Sure, it would’ve been easy to snap his neck, end it there, but where was the fun in that? Angelus would want to make him bleed, make him beg, make him pray for death
He found himself in a large deserted warehouse. Angelus was behind him and had a firm grasp of his neck and his arms, so it was impossible for him to move.
“Wes, pretty pretty Wes. Do you know what Angel really thinks about you? After all the years of friendship, betrayal, pain, distrust. Through all of that do you know what he thought about late at night, hmmm? Sure there were plenty of fantasies about spreading those luscious thighs of Cordy’s and making her squirm and scream and beg for more as he fucked her over and over. God, I loved those.” Angelus paused for a satisfied sigh.
“But the best ones, the fantasies that made Angel really hard, made him come so hard he’d shake and pant long afterward, those were the ones about you.”
Wesley caught his breath and felt his pulse quicken, and even more disconcerting, felt himself harden.
Wesley didn’t understand why he wasn’t dead. Or why he hadn’t been tortured. Well, it had been a torture of sorts, but not what one would call unwanted.
Angelus had grabbed him by the throat and sprinted off with him before Faith or Gunn could catch up with them. Sure, it would’ve been easy to snap his neck, end it there, but where was the fun in that? Angelus would want to make him bleed, make him beg, make him pray for death
He found himself in a large deserted warehouse. Angelus was behind him and had a firm grasp of his neck and his arms, so it was impossible for him to move.
“Wes, pretty pretty Wes. Do you know what Angel really thinks about you? After all the years of friendship, betrayal, pain, distrust. Through all of that do you know what he thought about late at night, hmmm? Sure there were plenty of fantasies about spreading those luscious thighs of Cordy’s and making her squirm and scream and beg for more as he fucked her over and over. God, I loved those.” Angelus paused for a satisfied sigh.
“But the best ones, the fantasies that made Angel really hard, made him come so hard he’d shake and pant long afterward, those were the ones about you.”
Wesley caught his breath and felt his pulse quicken, and even more disconcerting, felt himself harden.
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*grins*
*camps out in front of the computer until the next installment*
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please ma'am, may I have some more?
Re: please ma'am, may I have some more?
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Love your icon, btw!
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More, more!
Yay!
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Steamy hotness! Loved it!! More, more, more!!
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*mibble*
... more?
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