Title: I Saw A Man Who Wasn't There
Series: The Wes soap I guess.
Author/pseudonym: Hellblazer
E-mail address: havisham06@yahoo.com
Rating: MA
Pairing: A/W
Date: 16 November 2002
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: sexual references (m/m), adult themes
Spoilers: Post "Deep Down", Season 4
Summary: A conversation between two estranged lovers.
Wesley stood in his open doorway, his mouth in a thin line, his eyes tired and annoyed, his stance tense and guarded.
"You can't keep coming in here everytime you want my help on something."
"I don't want your help."
Wesley read the look in the vampire's eyes.
"Oh. Or that."
"Come on, Wes, you give me another taste, after all this time, then expect me to forget about it?"
"I was trying to save your life."
"You destroyed my life."
"And you'll never forgive me."
"What can I say, vampires have memories like elephants. Hate springs eternal."
"You've never made a mistake?"
"You really screwed up Wes, you screwed us all up."
"And you haven't?"
"You didn't trust me?"
"Did you trust me? With Darla? With any of it?"
"You going to let me in?"
Wesley moved aside, letting Angel push past him.
"Here on the floor or the bed - or is that just reserved for your lawyer friend? Just what game are you playing, Wes?"
"The only game in town, as you well know."
Angel grabbed him, throwing him up aginst the wall, licking the long scar than ran down Wesley's throat.
Wesley pushed him away with one hand.
"Not there."
"Where then?"
"Not anywhere that will show." Wesley was most insistent about that.
"Well, aren't we being coy."
"You're not worried about the curse," Wesley countered.
"Perfect happiness," Angel reminded. "I could never be perfectly happy with you. Not any more."
His words cut deep, deeper than anything else Wesley let Angel do to him. It was never enough to make the pain go away, or make things right between them. Angel could never take enough from him to make them even. It was a hollow mockery of what they'd once meant to each other, but that's all Wesley was these days, all he had ever been: a hollow mockery.