Gifts by Criss Moody

Spoilers: Season One of Angel in general…specifically IWRY. And Wes is around, so, if you don't know that…

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Angel/Wesley

Content Warning: m/m sex, gratuitous use of chocolate finger-paint, and it's so completely plotless

Summary: Angel gets a Valentine's Day gift from Cordelia

Disclaimer: The Crack Gang of Whedon and Mutant Enemy and their friends own these characters and such, I just play nice with my muses.

Notes: For the AngelSlash Vday challenge. I got all inspired by the chocolate finger-paint idea that listdaddy mentioned. Oh, random 80's music stuff in here comes from "Pure 80's" a cd collection of 80's music. I refer to "Video Killed the Radio Star," by the Buggles, and "Everybody Have Fun Tonight," by Wang Chung.

Angel was having a very nice dream. In fact, nice was a gross understatement. This dream ranked quite high amongst the most phenomenal dreams the vampire had ever had. Why? Because in this dream, he was licking chocolate body paint off of the surprisingly muscular chest of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. The nutty flavor of the chocolate particularly favored the already salty flavor of the priggish man's nipples.

Hurmph. Mmmph. Insistent words kept trying to interrupt Angel's dream. His prized treat moved away from his slack mouth. A high-pitched voice interrupted his dreams.

"Angel, really, Angel, I must insist that you stop!"

The pale, undead man snapped awake. He didn't know how, and he didn't know why, but Wesley was lying underneath him, nude, decorated by a large, red bow, tied in the shape of a heart. A heart? He groaned inwardly...it was Valentine's Day. He really had to remember to send out an inter-office memo about holidays. Particularly about holidays that had anything to do with romance, happiness, and so on.

Ah well...while he had the man here…

Angel leapt out of the bed and rooted around in his kitchen for...ah hah! There it was! Oddly enough, while he'd been human, on his way to the pier to meet Buffy, he had spied an adult toys shop. So, he had stepped in for a little something in chocolate. Unfortunately, the bloody PTB had stepped in and ruined his erotic, devious plans for the finger-paint and a certain Slayer.

Now, Wesley wasn't Buffy...and he certainly wasn't Doyle, a man Angel would not have been adverse to getting very very naked with. Wesley, however, did have a certain goofy innocence about him that could be a real trip to corrupt. And it just so happened that Angel possessed a truly diabolical gift for torture by chocolate finger-paint.

When Angel returned to the bedroom, his Valentine's Day present was whimpering and struggling in vain against his bonds.

"Angel, boss, friend, my good man, I can appreciate this fine joke as well as any man, but don't you think you could remove me from this ridiculous ribbon?"

Angel ignored Wesley. It wasn't hard. He'd developed a certain talent for tuning out both Wesley and Cordelia. Came in handy on paydays.

Whistling "Video Killed the Radio Star," (hey, where is it written that vampires don't listen to 80's music?) the undead hunk opened the jar of hazelnut flavored chocolate paint, bopping to the music as he did so. He dipped in one finger and withdrew a good dollop of the thick stuff.

"Ahnhhghghghgh!!!!!!!!" Wesley shouted when the cold finger and gooey paint met his warm nipple. The tiny bit of flesh hardened in a flash. Angel lowered his head to the nipple, taking it in his mouth to suckle at the pale breast. So few people knew how amazingly erotic it was to suckle at the breast of another man. There was just something so illicit about it, even after all these years.

The undead man trailed another finger down the mortal's chest, around the ribbon heart, smearing chocolate down to the soft vee of hair that pointed to Wes' groin. The ribbons that had Wesley trussed up also framed the dark pubic hair and flaccid cock. Hmmm...Wesley wasn't doing too shabby in the size department, though he was cut, a constant disappointment with modern males.

"Everybody Wang Chung tonight," Angel sung under his breath as he scooped out more rich finger-paint to decorate his WesCake with.

"I don't believe this is entirely..." Chocolate covered fingers grasping his cock cut off the protest about to come out of Wes' mouth. "Oh my," he whispered as his hip rose involuntarily. He groaned a bit as the fingers left his rising erection, only to shout when Angel's mouth replaced his fingers.

The sweet sound of success...Angel smirked as best he could, what with his lips around the head of Wes' cock, hungrily gobbling up the chocolate. He industriously lowered his throat down on the cock, making his throat muscles contract around the now-hard cock. Withdrawing from the cock, he removed all traces of the chocolate with quick, wet flicks of his tongue.

Another handful of hazelnut/chocolate paint on the bobbing cock, and Angel settled himself down to suckle the treat before him. Lowering his head down, coming back up, he licked, nibbled, and gently scraped the cock with his teeth. Angel rubbed his own throbbing erection on Wes' hairy leg, groaning at the feel of that texture against the sensitive skin of his cock. Using his hands, he plucked and pulled at the mortal's eager teats, drawing them into painfully hard, elongated pieces of flesh.

He slid his mouth down on the cock one more time as he brought his own hand to his cock, pumping furiously. Wesley came with a shout, spewing warm come into Angel's cold throat. He swallowed eagerly, helping the other man along with the gentle motions of his throat muscles. Two rough strokes and Angel joined his newest employee in orgasmic bliss, shooting his cool seed onto the bed cover and his own legs.

"Well.." Wesley gasped, sputtered, trying to catch his breath.

Angel wished less people thought that post-coital talk was a good thing.

"Wes..Happy Valentine's Day."

"Yes, yes, Valentine's Day...Is this part of the medical benefits that Angel Investigations offers, or does this come under overtime?"

The vampire grinned and rose over Wesley, thrusting his tongue into the molten, mortal cavern of the man's mouth. "Wes, you can consider this a fringe benefit...given only on Valentine's Day."