No infringement of the following characters and situations is intended.
Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains m/m sexual scenes and violence.
Title: Lipstick On Your Collar
Series: Possibly a sequel to Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Author/pseudonym: Hellblazer
E-mail address: havisham06@yahoo.com
Rating: MA
Pairing: A/W W/W
Date: 30/10/00
Disclaimers: Don't own these characters, Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, and the rest do. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred.
Warnings: sex (m/m) (m/f)
Summary: Wes and Willow make more magic together
Notes: Part of a fic I started before I realised those two were together in real life.
Willow stuck out her feet and gave them both an accusing glare. She pouted and made whimpering noises as she waved them in the air.
"We walked all over town," she complained.
"I'm sorry," Wesley smiled, kneeling before her.
She smiled back, unable to resist.
He picked up her foot and unbuckled the shoe, then freed the other foot of its leather confines. He rubbed her feet softly, kneading the flesh and Willow leant back into the couch with a sigh, closing her eyes and stretching out as Wesley's fingers caressed her flesh.
Then she felt his warm, silky mouth enclose her toes and suck on them gently. A bolt of lightning shot straight up from her toes to bury itself deep in her womb. She moaned weakly as he sucked and licked, letting one hand stray down to slip under her skirt and slide between her legs. She stroked herself, whimpering as he sucked, feeling her own warm wetness through her panties. She stroked exactly the right spot as he watched her and she came with a tiny gasp.
Wesley kissed his way up her bare legs slowly, never ceasing to meet her own eyes with his own. He teased her panties aside and kissed her there, tasting her juices.
Willow slid down entirely into the couch, parting her legs for him and running her hands blindly through his hair as he licked and teased her with that clever and wicked tongue of his. She pinched at her nipples through her t-shirt and came again. Wesley's hand's and lips were on her breasts, squeezing them as her bra was loosened, and then he was kissing her throat and he was inside her, sliding deep into her velvet heat. They breathed together as he thrust in and out. Their hands flowed along each other as though they'd known each other all their lives, already knowing the secrets of each other. Wesley rose up and thrust hard with repeated grunts, until they both held their breaths. They came together and laughed a little, nuzzling as they came down softly to earth with a gentle bump.
"That was nice," Willow smiled, stroking his face as he held her eyes. It was all she needed to say.
+
"Stop that," Willow giggled, pushing him back.
They were sitting directly opposite each other. Willow was trying to lay out the spell but Wesley kept darting forward and snatching kisses.
"Wesley...mmmm..." He kissed her again. "What about the spell?"
"I don't care about the spell," he purred. He took her hand, turning the palm up gently. "see, this is what we should be doing." He licked slowly along her love line.
"Wesley?" Angel called from the door, letting himself in.
Willow snatched her hand back so fast she knocked the candles over.
"Oh, hey Willow," Angel adapted to her presence easily.
She and Wesley exchanged guilty glances, but if Angel caught the vibe, he gave no outward sign. If Angel hadn't been trained not to sneak up on people by Cordelia, they'd both have been sprung in a rather compromising position.
"Up to anything?" Angel asked innocently, and Willow fussed with the candles.
"Nope. Just a few protection spells for practice," Willow smiled at him at last.
"We're working on the spell for you, Angel," Wesley promised. "We walked all over down tracking down some ingredients. It's complicated. I don't think there's ever been such a spell. We’ll have to invent one. So we practice." He smiled at Willow and she grinned back at him. They held their hands out together, joined as if playing oranges and lemons, and the glass marble rolled around in a circle between them. They looked into each other's eyes as the flowers in the vase on the table burst into full bloom.
Angel was somewhat impressed. Wesley was becoming an accomplished mage. These parlour tricks were small, but they took control and discipline.
"You kids carry on playing," he grinned, walking past them
Angel was rinsing his cup out in the sink when he felt Wesley's arms wrap around his waist.
"Hey lover," Wesley purred, kissing Angel very warmly on the throat and cheek. Angel had just fed, it was excuse enough not to touch tongues, and it covered Wesley's fear that Angel would taste Willow on his lips.
Wesley made a low murmur in his throat, grinding his hips and hardon into Angel's delicious backside.
Angel enjoyed the sensation for a long moment, then shifted away from Wesley slightly.
Wesley made a pouting, mewling noise.
Willow heard the small whimper of despair and joined Wesley in the kitchen with Angel for tea. She rested her hand gently on the small of Wesley's back just for a second in sympathy. They enjoyed the brief contact for the moment it was offered.
It wasn't really cheating, Willow told herself. It wasn't as if Angel or Wesley could consummate their passion without risking terrible consequences, and Wesley would never ever stop desperately loving Angel. But Wesley needed warmth, he needed compassion, the touch of a friendly hand. It was just a natural part of their friendship and magic. Nothing more.
Their fingertips touched over the sugar bowl and they sprang apart when Angel turned around. Angel managed to catch the bowl, smiling at Wesley, dismissing it as just Wesley fumbling with nerves again. And he was right.
Okay, some guilt, Willow admitted. But she was so fond of Wesley, and it felt so comfortable and right. Wesley gave her what Tara couldn't, and vice versa. It was complimentary, not exclusive, she decided.
She cupped the hot mug of tea in her hands and, breathing in the familiar scent of Earl Grey, admired Wesley's window box of herbs. They were coming along nicely. She deeply envied his parsley, snagging a sprig and chewing on it.
"Hey," Wesley complained of the theft.
She shut him up by stuffing a sprig between his lips, giggling softly.
Angel was delighted to see the playful side of Wes that Willow evoked. She brought him a lightness that Angel was eternally thankful for. They were on very friendly terms, but that was only natural. They’d been thrown together in a few tight situations, they shared a lot in common and their spell casting of late had brought them closer.
At least, it seemed to him that Wes was spending a lot of his spare time working on a cure with Willow. You had to admire their dedication. It was sweet.
+
Wesley was washing the plate and cutlery from his dinner for one. Willow had gone home early, with Angel around there had been no point in staying. Their spell casting wasn’t a spectator sport. Especially these days. It was becoming more and more about being inside Willow than just being with Willow.
"Would you ever take a lover, Wes?"
Wesley clattered the dish in answer to Angel’s question. He carefully rinsed it off and set it to stand and dry, and did the same for his culturally. Just the one set. He’d slammed one of those pathetic meals for one into the microwave. It had been so bland Angel had not only been grateful he’d not had to fake it with a couple of mouthfuls, but grateful he didn’t have to eat that stuff at all.
"A lover?" Wesley managed to say at last. "But I have you."
Angel’s hand curled over his shoulder.
"Yes. But I can’t be with you the way you want. I can’t be the man you need me to be, for you. The curse has made me a eunuch," he growled the word. "There’s no reason you need to suffer for my sins." He licked Wesley’s neck softly.
"You’re young, and very attractive. You have needs, I know that." His arms draped around Wesley’s waist, one hand sliding down to massage his balls. Wesley groaned and leant back against Angel, sighing as his erection was stroked by Angel’s hand.
"I don’t need one," he twisted his head so Angel’s mouth could cover his mouth and he could suck on his tongue.
Angel turned Wesley to him suddenly and savagely and pressed back against the sink so hard the knife drawer rattled, devouring his mouth with fierce kisses.
Wesley hung onto him and came against him and moaned in his ear and Angel grazed his throat with his teeth then bit down hard. Wesley’s arms around him gripped tighter and they stood locked together, Angel in Wesley and Wesley in Angel and this was their sex.
Wesley stared at himself in the mirror. Slightly haunted eyes stared back at him. He stared at the red gash on the white skin, before he covered his sins with a nice white sticking plaster. He blinked, slowly, then bent to splash water over his face. He looked again into the mirror, and the dark and empty bed he could see through the door. He turned and gazed again upon Angel, naked and fast asleep in his bed, a half smile playing upon his lips.
Just what did vampires dream about, anyway?
He closed the door, shutting out Angel, flipped open his mobile and hunched into the corner, waiting for the phone to answer.
"He said what?! Do you think he knows?" Willow’s voice seemed to echo in the bathroom and he tried to muffle the earpiece with his palm.
"Probably," Wesley admitted with a whisper. "I’ve tried to be careful, but he’s a vampire. Who knows what they can sense, especially if they’re suspicious."
"What are you going to do?"
Wesley slumped back against the tiles.
"I don’t know. I love him. But he’s right. He can’t give me everything I need. I can’t pretend I don’t need sex, that I don’t want sex. I like sex. I like it…" his voice dipped to a low whisper and Willow giggled.
"What are you going to do, Wes?" she asked, seriously, stopping him.
"I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt him."
"I know."
"I love him."
"I know."
"I don’t want to betray him."
"I know.
Wesley closed his eyes.
"I’m sorry we didn’t get to practice that spell."
"It’s alight. We can do it another time."
"Promise?"
He smiled in response to her "Of course." His smile grew broader. "I miss you already. Will," he asked, settling back. "What are you wearing?"