Hot torrents of water gushed over the preternaturally pale shoulders, muscled back, ass, and legs of the undead hero. With the soap clasped in his hands, he unknowingly mock prayed, his hands raised in praise to the showerhead. Eyes pressed closed, he began to rub the softening bar of soap over his wide chest, down the adorably rounded belly, to his genitalia.

Angel sighed, released the soap, heard it smack against the bottom of the shower, and propped his hand up against the shower wall. Arching his neck into the steamy heat of the pounding water, he slid his other hand down the soft column of his penis, then to his balls, hissing as the combo sensation of cold and hot hit those sensitive sacs. Angel gathered some of the gathering soap at his pubic hair and used it to encircle his cock in a tight, slick hold. In reality, his hand was his channel, but in his mind, he had his cock buried deep inside his lover's tight ass, the friction so sweet as he rammed into the lovely, rounded, white perfection.

~~BRING~~

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensations of the dream, the reality a poor shadow.

~~BRING, BRING~~

Dammit!! In seconds, the dream vanished, his erection subsided, and he lost his footing on the slippery tile floor. SMACK, BAM!!! Undead flesh met unfriendly tile floor as Angel's well-shaped derriere made a bad impression on his shower. And the phone was still ringing.

As Angel grasped the dark blue towel to his waist with one hand and reached for the offending object with the other, he wished once again that he didn't have this redemption thing hanging over him. It would make slaughtering everyone who called him while he showered so much easier.

"Yeah?" Being yanked out of a nice hot shower with a nice hot fantasy did not call for civility; actually, it called for intestine neckties, but ah well…

"Someone sounds like he did not wake up on the right side of the bed. Or were you in the shower again?" The cheery, British voice of his lover flew through the phone line. A wide, goofy grin stretched the usually flat, "I'm paying for centuries of being a bad bad person," skin around Angel's lush mouth.

Sauntering into his bedroom, now clasping the phone with one hand, the vampire dropped the towel at the entrance to the room. He spread his large, glistening body over the clean comforter before replying to his lover.

"Wesley, where are you?"

"Mmmm…that is a good question…Ms. Chase's apartment. I also performed a small errand for her."

"Great. Did you get that box?"

"Oh, indeed! It's really quite fascinating, Angel. It's not everyday that…" Angel sank into the simple pleasure of listening to the sound of his mortal's voice. This was really the great thing about Wesley. Well, except for his newfound talent at sucking cock. Angel could tune out his words and roll along on the rollercoaster of Wesley's excitement for hours.

"…and then I decided that Cordelia and I should really get married and start a family, because after all, we are in a high-risk profession."

"Uh-huh." Angel sighed, almost dreamily, before he realized that Wesley had stopped talking and the line buzzed.

"Sorry, Wes, you got me out of the shower, and…"

"Ah, I see." Wes' voice became silky, caressing. "Were you touching yourself?"

"Yeah, you gonna do something about it?" A well-practiced pre-soul smirk crossed the vampire's face and he felt his erection begin to make a comeback.

"Will you follow my orders?"

Cockily, Angel replied, "Sure, why not."

"Are you nude?" The Englishman's voice had become harder, tougher. Angel could hear the same tone in Wes' words that appeared in his own when he played Master to the mortal man. Should he let him do this? Angel knew very well that he wasn't the submissive type, or the sharing type for that matter. But when Angel's memories glanced over the grief and terror in his lover's voice recently, all because of long-held feelings of inadequacy, the decision was made in an instant.

"As the day I was born. What about you?" He decided to test the waters.

"Oh, my usual. Good British cotton shirt, chinos, leather loafers…though I must confess that my pants are open, and my manhood is quite exposed."

Angel groaned into the phone and squirmed as he listened to the husky sound of his lover's laughter reverberate in his ear.

"Manhood, uh? Sounds kinda formal there Wes, I thought we were on better terms than that."

"Be that as it may, Angel, I have other things in mind. Are you on the bed?"

"Yes."

"Reach into the bedside table and withdraw the self-heating lube and that lovely purple and black buttplug you bought last week."

Oh god. Apparently, ol' Wesley was not only learning fast, he was also learning how to sneak around. Angel took out the requested items and laid them down beside him. "They're out."

"Put the phone on speaker." Angel shakily moved to obey.

"All ready?"

"Yeah." Angel waited patiently for more instructions. He didn't have long to wait. "Prop your hips up on that lovely soft pillow you usually use for my hips."

The imagery wrung a hoarse chuckle out of Angel as a picture of Wes with his ass thrust in the air presented itself to the trembling vampire's mind. He hadn't thought that Wesley would be this talented at giving orders.

"Spread your legs." Clearly, he'd been wrong.

The vampire, after adjusting the pillow under his lower back, spread his legs as far as he could, knees thrust high in the air.

"How do you feel? Do you feel exposed now? I can feel the cool night air caressing my manhood, it's hardening you know, I suppose I'm lucky that Cordelia isn't home yet, isn't that right?"

"Yeah, you are lucky. But what about me? I'm all exposed with nobody to fuck me."

"Tsk, tsk, Angel, I'd expect more patience from a man your age. Take the lube and slowly place a nice fat dollop on the fingers of your right hand."

The lube oozed out of the tube, settling cold and heavy on Angel's equally cold fingers. "Now, slowly rub that bit around your entrance, just crook one finger in the tiniest bit."

Angel slid one finger into his ass, gasping at the initial intrusion, then whimpering as Wesley whispered, "a little faster, more now, Angel." He added two more fingers and picked up the pace, thrusting his hips up as the lube began to perform, heating his usually cold inner channel. The ring of muscle at his entrance burned like hellfire, with every rapid thrust of his fingers, molten lava poured into his ass.

"Angel, stop." Oh, mother…the vampire whimpered again as he withdrew his fingers.

"Tell me how you feel Angel." He could hear the raspy tone in his lover's voice which signified that the preparation had affected Wesley as well.

Shivering, Angel began to speak. "Hot…I'm burning from the inside out…needy, wanting, empty."

"Run me through the preparation of the plug if you would, Angel." Wesley's voice cracked on "if."

"I'm picking up the plug in my hand, it seems light. I put the plug on my stomach, above my rock-hard cock, that I haven't touched since the shower. I'm squeezing more lube onto my fingers, then picking up the plug with the other hand. I'm slathering this two-toned thing with the gooey lube, making sure that it's completely covered." Angel panted, his thick, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach, sending cascades of torturous ecstasy through his body.

"Right. I want you to slide the first bloop of the plug past that charmingly tight ring of muscle and into your depths."

His hands shaking with anticipation, Angel positioned the plug at the lower entrance to his body and began to push. The first "bloop," or section, of the plug slid in easily enough. But just the presence of that first small width in his ass made Angel almost wheeze with lust as he tried to uncross his eyes and keep his hands away from his throbbing erection. Despite Angel's years of experience as a vampire Master, both in and out of a sexual context, the Irishman had a great deal of experience with ass play - featuring his own ass. The Master had loved Angel's tight, bubble-shaped, immortal ass, and he had deluded himself into thinking that he had been the first. But the young Angelus hadn't really been fond of attending church with his parents for the sermons. All in all, Angel's favorite thing next to fucking someone's ass was definitely having his own fucked…even if was just with a hunk of silicone.

"Are you full now, Angel? Or do you want more?"

"More, but…but I want to know what you're doing first." Angel could hear the tight control in Wesley's voice, and he knew that the mortal had to have been ready to burst ever since Angel had announced his eager erection. His erections seemed to have that effect on Wesley.

"My fingers gather the moisture leaking from the head of my penis, I circle the head with a familiar grip, one I love to use often, I can feel…ooohh…yes…my fingers slide down the shaft, my fingertips gently bumping…ah..a..against the underside there…yes, now, Angel, I want you to fill yourself with the plug, right up to the base."

Angel wiggled a bit and pushed the next two bloops of the plug into his ass, breathing hard through his nose at the intense feelings. His ass muscles contracted automatically around the intruder, sending shivers of tortured pleasure down his limbs and into his chest. The vampire paused for a moment and panted while he waited for his ass to adjust to the intense fullness. Just one more to go…"Ah….oh..oh..oh..Wesley…" The Englishman's name escaped Angel's pursed lips as the last, large section of the plug settled in his ass. With his neck arched, his head pushed deep into a pillow, Angel closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping himself as still as possible.

"I take it it's in? All the way?" When no answer but a grunt and a whistling sigh came, the mortal on the other end of the line continued. "Angel, I want you to fuck yourself on the plug…tell me how it feels, but do not come or I shall be greatly disappointed in you."

Oh gods. Wesley really would be death of him…or would that be the un-undeath of him? Angel eased the plug out two sections and then experimentally eased it back in, leaving streaks of fire coating the inside of his ass. He groaned, and tried to find his voice to share the heat, the ice, and the immense tightness in his body with Wesley.

"We..Wes, it's tight, really tight in there. You wouldn't think that the plug would feel that large, I've had larger cocks up my ass, but there's something about the gradual growth of the plug, and it makes me feel so full. The…the…gods, every time I ram the plug back in, it nudges my pros…you know, and Wesley, I'm burning up inside, my ass is on fire and every time the plug plu..lu…plu…plunges back in, another wave of heat erupts in my ass…did you tamper with this damn lube?" Angel broke off his description as he lost himself for a moment in the fiery plunges of the plug, his hips gyrating and thrusting, his ass cheeks squeezing madly. If he had opened his eyes, he would have seen the veins in his cock pulse in time with the adrenaline racing through his body.

"Angel, I want you to remove the plug completely." With a frustrated sigh, Angel slid the plug out and tossed it onto the empty side of the bed. "Remove the pillow and prop your legs up as if I were going to take you face to face." Murmph. Angel himself lose his battle with his demon as his ridges lowered and his fangs elongated, slicing into his lower lip. He held his knees back, next to his body, exposing his ass to the air.

"Angel, I want you to put one hand around your cock, but don't move it." The vampire released one leg and placed it in a loose grip around his pulsing, stone-hard cock.

"Ahhh…there we go, now, 'boss', are your eyes closed?"

"Yesssss!" Angel hissed, his control almost snapping when he heard the sound of near release in his lover's voice.

"I'm above you Angel, my manhood is at your entrance, about to enter, to ram in again and again, plunging into your depths, banging against your prostate with every stroke, you'll scream, your demon will rise, if it hasn't already, and I'll come into your depths, filling you with my mortal seed." Wesley paused, and Angel used his vampiric hearing to pick up the sound of Wes' hand furiously pumping his cock. A sigh, followed by more rapid sounds of skin against skin, signaled the beginning of the mortal's orgasm.

"Come…now…Angel…heavens, come with me, luv, come with me…"

Angel tightly gripped his cock and roared as his cold seed shot out of his cock and splattered his body, the bed, and anything else it could reach. As he came down, he picked up Wes' hoarse shout, followed by a crashing noise, and "Bugger!"

The demon retreated and Angel's human mask wrinkled in concern at the sudden change from passion to panic. "Wesley, what's up?"

Angel heard a furious shriek, clearly from the elegant throat of Ms. Cordelia Chase, and the sounds of something or someone smashing into furniture. The vampire quickly realized that Wesley had missed a certain someone's presence in the apartment.

The last thing that he heard before he hung up the phone was, "How dare you masturbate in MY apartment, you pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"