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Temptation

Madame Dorians. Plush. Opulent. Silk. Velvet. Overstuffed and heavy Victorian furnishings. Everything a highclass whorehouse should be.

Wesley trailed in Angel’s wake as always, brought up short at the reception desk. Wesley blanched as the young succubi hostess behind the counter beamed up at him with the light of recognition.

"Ah, Mr Smith, so glad to have you back with us."

Angel's head snapped round so fast it could have broke the sound barrier.

Wesley flushed and fidgeted.

"For research purposes only," he flustered. "You still had the privileges of certain initiations," he added in a quieter voice pitched for Angel's hearing alone.

Angel studied him carefully, but Wesley was not about to reveal anymore.

"We don’t do vampires," the girl reminded gently but firmly.

"He’s my guest," Wesley advised.

"I’m only here to observe," Angel added to placate her.

"Oh, you’re that vampire," she smiled, making Angel scowl.

She popped up, all sex and slink. The Playboy mansion with tooth and claw.

"This way," she ushered them to their room.

Wesley tipped her generously, stroked her cheek affectionately, closed the door and turned to Angel, loosening his tie.

"I'm not really comfortable with this, Angel."

"You'll be fine, Wes," Angel promised.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you."

"I know."

Angel's hand was on his arm and Angel was smiling into his eyes and he knew damn well he was irresistible by just will alone without having to turn on the charm. Wesley was at the mercy of Angel's whims, as usual.

"Wes, I know I can't perform all the duties of a lover for you."

"It's enough. When you put your fingers inside me...I don't want anyone else," he whispered, and Angel felt Wesley's hot breath brush across his lips.

"You need this, Wes. You need an outlet." Angel continued in an entirely unsubtle and pointed reference to Wesley's dalliance.

So Colin had been reduced to an 'outlet' now in Angel's mind. Wesley let it pass, knowing it better not to remind Angel how close he'd been to never coming back, ever.

"What about you?" Wesley asked, distracted by Angel's masterful soft stroking of his throat.

"I'll watch," Angel smiled, the sexual predator shining trough for just a second.

He drew away from Wesley, settling down in a large arched chair in the corner. Wesley came to him, stooping slightly to kiss Angel, cupping Angel’s face to prolong the kiss. He kissed down to Angel’s collar, licking and sucking upon his throat, making Angel sigh with unfulfilled need.

Wesley undid the top button of Angel's shirt and continued downwards. He opened the black silk, exposing that magnificent chest. He bit one nipple, then the other, hard, making Angel arch back with a gasp.

Wesley slid down between his thighs, his breath warm on the dampness of Angel's trousers.

Wesley rubbed Angel's erection again with his cheek.

"Oh, god, Wes," Angel groaned.

They kissed hotly, then Wes leant down to kiss Angel through the cloth of his trousers.

Angel groaned and pulled Wes away, drawing him up and kissing him again, tongues deep, ignoring the door opening and closing behind them.

Two identical albino incubi had slipped in. Silently they pulled Wesley away from Angel and made him stand in front of Angel, just out of reach. With nimble fingers they removed Wesley’s coat, tie and shirt in a slow strip, running their long finger’s along Wesley’s flesh, making the fine hairs on his skin stand erect as if charged with static electricity.

They dragged Wesley back to the bed and pushed him down, removing his shoes and trousers. Nothing else.

Wes, going commando, Angel chuckled to himself. He edged forward in the chair, hand pressed on his thigh, as hard as a redwood.

Wesley wanted to get up, but they held him down. Then he realised why they didn’t speak, as long, snake like tongues flicked out. Oh…god…

The tongues trailed over his flesh, flickering feathersoft over his skin, making him laugh. They pulled him up, making Angel watch as their tongues slithered over Wesley, one flicking in and out of his ear, the other grabbing his hair, pulling his head back and near choking him with a kiss. Wesley muffled a scream as the other suddenly locked on his nipple, biting hard enough to draw blood, suckling upon that blood as it rolled Wesley’s balls in its hand, then stroked him hard.

Wesley groaned, released for a minute. He was mussed, bruised and his eyes were dark and unfocused in desire. He caught a drop of blood from his nipple on the tip of his finger, held it for a moment, then slowly sucked that finger, making Angel wince.

Wesley was pulled to his knees with one albino kneeling before him, the other behind. Angel watched, hand grinding in his own crotch as Wesley was simultaneously sucked and rimmed. Wesley’s hands ran over them, blind in pleasure, making incoherent noises, unable to speak, at their mercy. Wesley arched between then, a beautiful sight, then for a moment they pulled away, making him moan in frustration. a moan followed by a grunt of satisfaction as cock replaced tongue, and Wesley imbedded himself deeply in the other albino. He grabbed it by the shoulders and rode it hard, grunting and sweating in a three way dance that rocked back and forth to its own beat. Faster and faster until Wesley came with a scream, spilling himself deep inside the albino. The second came all over his arse, licking Wesley clean as he lay face down on the bed, spent and moaning as that tongue fucked him one last time.

And then they left, leaving Wesley rumpled and naked in the sheets like a fallen angel, looking entirely wanton and as beautiful as Angel had ever seen him.

Angel sat there for a long while, just watching Wesley lie in the crumpled and stained sheets, preserving the memory, before joining him, to stroke his mussed up hair, to trail his own tongue along Wesley’s jaw and the tip of his ear. To pinch that still raw nipple with his own fingers. To plunder that mouth with his own, to feel that cock twitch in his own hand. Wesley’s thigh slipped between his own. Angel buried his face in Wesley’s throat. They left no scent, and he licked the pulse he found there. He squeezed Wesley’s balls and milked him dry, the last of his hot semen coating Angel’s fingers. Angel licked them dry, tasting Wesley, the closest thing to tasting his hot, sweet blood. They kissed again, Wesley’s salty essence on his lips. Wesley rubbed against Angel, making small frustrated mewling noises. He wanted to be fucked wide open by Angel, but would have to be content with Angel’s fingers stroking up inside him, Angel’s tongue deep in his mouth.

 

+

Angel glanced at Wesley, half asleep in the passenger seat, as they drove home.

"You looked really hot tonight. I nearly came, just watching you."

"Mmmm," was all Wesley said, and Angel smiled to himself. Poor Wes was literally shagged out.

As they pulled up at a traffic light Angel reached across and stroked Wesley's cheek with his thumb gently.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured.

"Mmmm," Wesley replied, relaxed into the seat with a casual air of wantonness that still worked for Angel.

Angel stroked his cheek again.

"We'll get you home to bed soon."

"With you?" Wesley asked, coming to life, just a little bit.

Angel chuckled.

"I want to fall asleep in your arms," Wesley murmured.

Angel leant across and kissed him softly.

The car behind them beeped angrily. The lights had changed.

Angel changed gears and drove off. The car hummed happily and he enjoyed the feel of her under his hands. He glanced again at Wes, lit sporadically by the passing street lights, hair ruffled, just a hint of beard, sleepy and pliant.

"I love you, Wes," Angel whispered, just barely audible above the thrumming engine.

 

 

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