The wet, warm heat of gentle lips, accompanied by a questing tongue woke Angel. He'd been having the most lovely dream. Wesley had joined him in the shower, his passion dark eyes glistening with glee as he gripped his lover's ass and pulled their groins together. In the dream, Angel had groaned into Wes' moist cavern as two engorged cocks ground against each other, aided by water and sandalwood scented suds. Leaning back against the hard plastic shower wall, bracing his arms on the other two sides of the glass-enclosed shower stall, Angel offered up his torso to his lover, exposing his jugular in an unconscious show of submission. Before closing his eyes, the vampire saw Wes smirk in a most un-Wes-like way as he possessively ran one hand down the wet, vulnerable body offered for his pleasure.

Then Angel woke up.

But the soft kiss currently zapping his insides wasn't too shabby, so maybe Angel would forgive his new lover for waking him up.

"Angel, luv?"

"Hmmmm…." Damn, he was really gonna have to work on getting Wes to concentrate on the matters at hand. After all, Angel had priorities, and the top five all involved a naked Wes…and one or two also involved chocolate sauce and a whip, but those were just minor details.

"Did you…were you serious when you said that I could make love to you?" Wesley's face was completely blank; only the seriousness of his eyes and the fact that the vampire could feel him shaking told Angel that the Englishman felt tremendously insecure about his question.

"Wes, we haven't exactly been playing Parcheesi for the past few weeks. And I would never say something like that if I weren't serious." Angel leaned up and sucked Wesley's lower lip into his mouth. The other man grasped his lover's shoulders for balance, running his thumb along the collarbone. "As much as you belong to me, I belong to you. I don't make claims lightly."

"Then, well, that is, I would presume that this gives me some amount of…control over you?" The mortal man paused, taking a deep breath before going on. "Over your body? I can…touch it the way I want? If I tell you to do something, you'll do it, no arguments?" His eyes seared Angel's very soul, and the thinly veiled hurt and terror of the mortal's past filled his soul with a gargantuan rage. Whatever Wesley needed to do to him, say to him, he'd accept it. After all, a century or so in hell really improved one's tolerance.

"Wesley, believe me when I say I'm yours. Entirely. Flesh and bone and blood, though I'm hoping you don't want that. Have at me." With a comehither look, Angel spread his hands out, completely exposing his nude body to his lover.

"Yes, I do believe I shall." Wes scooted backwards, sliding his body off the bed, and walking around it to stand by Angel. The taller man still wore his pants and a nicely ironed dark blue shirt, with fine white stripes. A thin silver tie cut the darkness of the shirt, bisecting what Angel knew very well to be a lean, wonderfully smooth chest.

Angel started to rise up on one arm, but was stopped by his lover's voice, deep with rising lust. "No, don't move, stay as you were, please." He added the last word almost as an afterthought, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Hmmm…well, maybe he was looking for a book…or a paddle…Angel's ass felt warm just at the thought, and he squirmed into the bed a little bit. Endless seconds ticked by, and instead of cooling his ardor, the nearly spreadeagled man felt his cock stir in anticipation. Wesley might look innocent and untouched, but the first time he'd wrapped that talented mouth around Angel's turgid cock, he hadn't been coaxed. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a happy visual space, complete with whipped cream and Wesley.

The click of metal and the feel of something heavy and cold startled Angel out of his pleasant dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wes fixing his arms to the headboard with a thin line of bright silver chain. Angel watched in stunned fascination as his usually mild-mannered lover lowered the chain down on his chest, and noticed that the links got larger further down the chain, in fact, the last few, before the chain split into two different chains, were actually leather, not silver. Leather…the cock ring and realization wrapped around Angel simultaneously. One of the leather links doubled as a cock ring and the vampire panted a bit as it slid tightly around stirring cock and balls. He breathed deeply through his nose as Wes finished binding Angel's feet, making sure to leave enough slack in the chain so that Angel could move his legs at least somewhat.

Chocolate brown eyes watched silently as the mortal arranged a fairly high leather chair that he must have brought in with the bonds close to the side of the bed. Wes also placed a bottle of sandalwood oil on the bedside table. The vampire wisely let Wesley direct whatever would happen, keeping his thoughts to himself. Wesley clearly felt a need to try his hand at being in control, and Angel was more than happy to be his guinea pig. Oink, oink.

Wesley briskly stood up and ran his hands down his clothes, soothing out imaginary creases. His face softened as he ran the back of one hand down the pale visage of his lover, smiling a bit when Angel arched into the touch with a low purr.

"Luv, I'm going to sit in this chair here, wonderfully supple leather by the way, and you will watch me. No matter what happens, what I do, or what you want to do, you will do nothing but watch me. If your eyes leave my body at any time, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Oh boy.

"What if I close my eyes for a second, by accident?"

"If you close them for any longer, then I'll take the necessary steps." Angel liked the sound of necessary steps. And, suddenly, all the moisture in his mouth vanished as he watched his quiet, shy, often bumbling partner and lover rip his tie off his neck. Long, elegant fingers slowly glided each pearly button out of each button hole, centimeter by centimeter revealing the pale, muscled chest to the vampire on the bed. By the time the fingers reached the last button and button hole, Angel's long, thick cock had hardened to a state somewhere past marble but just short of explosion. Before bothering to remove the open shirt, Wesley stretched his arms out, exposing more of his neck, and inch by inch arched his neck back, rolling his head back onto his shoulders.

Angel whimpered, then snarled as first the handsome silky skin came into view, and then the ridged neck lay exposed, the Adam's apple bobbing, the pulse throbbing. He could smell the deep, rich, oddly clean smell of his lover's blood. Throbbing in time, his cock met the pulse beat for beat. Soon, the shirt slowly slipped off the slim shoulders and fell to the floor.

"Ah, that feels nice." Wesley sighed, rolling his shoulders about a bit before putting his hands to his well-made, leather belt which held up his equally well-made, British in origin, trousers. The belt's tongue slipped out of the loop, and nimble hands quickly slipped it out of the catch. Then, belt loop by belt loop, the supple piece of leather brought Angel's gaze one step closer to its desire. When two fingers flicked the small wire catch at the top of the trousers, Wes' gaze ravished Angel, his eyes hot and hungry as he looked into the desperate brown orbs of his lover. Angel's mewl matched the scrape of the zipper as it lowered, and then just as slowly went back up. A strangled protest issued from the man on the bed.

With a wicked grin, the tall, thin man re-zipped his trousers…before sitting down to remove his loafers. After slipping off the black leather shoes and the black trouser socks, he carefully laid them to one side. Tsking at the sight of the nearly forgotten crumpled shirt, Wesley picked it up and folded the shirt, ignoring the various grunts and whines coming from the bed as he laboriously straightened a cuff. After laying the neatly folded shirt on the shoes, the lean, muscled mortal stood up and shook out his body.

Angel panted needlessly as Wes' fingers again approached the front of his trousers. This time, however, rather than lowering the zipper, the human blatantly rubbed his hand against the erection tenting the dark fabric, his eyes closed in silent appreciation of the simple, rough pleasure that the movement gave him. Chains rustled and jerked, and for the first time, Angel realized the reasoning behind the complicated setup. Every time Angel moved, the chains sharply jerked his penis in whatever his direction his body moved. By this time, the vampire's cock was an angry dark red, filled to bursting with borrowed blood, a pulse throbbing underneath the velvety skin. And due to the cock ring, his cock was likely to stay angry for some time. Angel felt his demon scrape at his skin, trying to force him to vamp out, to let the demon play, and the struggle to keep Angelus in brought an unnatural sweat to his prominent brow. He lost the battle when Wes finally slid the zipper down, his teeth biting deeply into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, blood flooding his mouth. Angelus chortled and Angel groaned as canines lengthened and eyes turned yellow before he began to suck on his lip, tasting the sweet blood on his tongue.

Wesley turned around, his eyes on Angel's until he had his back fully to the other man's. Hooking his thumbs on either side of the trousers, he inched the pants down his lean, only slightly hairy legs, bending over as he did so. As Wes stepped out of the pants, his round, nearly chiseled ass swayed in front of Angel, and the vampire growled, his vamp mask still out, watching the tempting bit of flesh move before him. Gliding his hands up the outside of his legs, then the insides of his thighs, Wesley raised his body, and then turned to face this bound immortal on the bed.

Fierce yellow eyes met smoky gray as the final layer dropped and Wesley's proud, long cock bounced free.

"Now," Wes' attempt at a brisk English tone failed as his voice went almost two octaves lower than usual, "remember, keep your eyes on the…ball, so to speak." With a flourish, Wes swept a cast aside pillow off the floor and onto the leather chair. He sighed and arranged himself in the seat so that his ass rested just on the edge.

"From the look on your face, I'd wager that right now you would either like to be pounding into my ass or fucking my face with that giant cock of yours, but this time, I shall call the 'shots'. I do hope you enjoy watching my hands on my penis…I know I'll enjoy having you watch."

Angel moaned as the tapered fingers, so talented on the vampire's cock, glided down his own penis for once. The long, nude body of the Englishman relaxed back into the chair, his fingers trailing along the underside of the clearly rock-hard cock.

Wes didn't, however, tease the poor man for long. Angel almost screamed with relief when the mortal quickly lifted his hand to his mouth, spit into it, and then rubbed the wet substance up and down his cock. One more application of saliva, and then Wesley gripped his cock in an apparently familiar grip and began pumping into his tight fist. After a almost a minute of furious thrusting, he slowed his movements, swiping his thumb over the leaking head every time his hand went back up, rubbing the pre-cum over the length of his cock. His other hand tweaked his nipples, sighing and panting as the little nubs became turgid peaks, reddened by the twisting, pinching motions of his fingers.

A snarl split the air as Angel caught the change in the scent, a shift which meant that his lover would come soon. The vampire struggled in his chains, whimpering when his penis jerked, and bit into his lips again, feeding on himself. Wesley screamed, not at all like a woman, and his back arched horribly as his cock spasmed and come shot over Wes, over the bed, and over Angel. The warm, wet feel of the come landing on his chest sent new ribbons of pleasure spiraling through his body, and when his nose caught the sharp, sweetly bitter smell that was so uniquely his lover, Angel growled. The least Wesley could have done was aim for his mouth.

He watched as Wesley's body relaxed, as if it had been completely deboned. For a moment, his handsome face lost all the usual guards and priggishness it carried during the day to reveal a man, who for the time being, was utterly at ease with his existence.

"Ah, yes…mmmm…" Wes' fingers resumed their light stroking of his only semi-flaccid cock, trailing his fingers through the semen pooling around his pubic hair. Then, he rose from the chair, stretched his body a bit, and briskly set off for the bathroom.

Gods, Angel had a sneaking suspicion that his lover had finally found his inner sadist. Hopefully, this side of the mortal would have a deep, abiding fondness for more than chains…whips were nice, Angelus had always liked whips, ohhh, and a little nipple torture wouldn't be unwelcome…Angel drifted off, his heightened arousal keeping his vamp mask in force, a little bit of drool dripping of his fangs, dreaming of a nearly nude Wesley, in nothing but black leather chaps.

The wet smack of a washcloth against skin disturbed his happy reverie as Wesley returned to the bedroom. Without speaking to Angel, the other man carefully drew the cloth around his body, paying particular attention to his genitals. He carefully lifted the penis, swabbing underneath, then lightly around his sensitive balls. His eyes closed, the cloth drifted up to the tight nubs on his chest, and he hissed when the cooling, nubby cloth met his sensitized nipples. After swiping the cloth once across his upper chest, Wesley carefully folded the cloth into a neat square and laid it on the chair.

Wesley scraped his perfectly-manicured nails down the bare expanse of one pale, cold thigh. Angel arched into the touch, hoping that this meant that his lover had bigger and better things in mind than a sadistic masturbation show. The punishing nails dragged upwards, barely brushing against the engorged cock, past the navel, to rest at the hardened nubs of flesh on the vampire's broad chest. Angel's chest undulated into the sensations caused by the nails painfully flicking his nipples, bringing stolen blood to the surface.

As he removed his fingers from his lover's chest, eliciting a whimper from Angel, Wesley eased his nude body onto the bed. Reclining next to the rigid body, the Englishman stroked one hand down the tension filled body, nearly peeling the skin with his eyes. He leaned up a bit, grasped his lover's craggy visage in both hands, and locked eyes with him. Angel panted at the intensely molten gaze.

"Relax, luv, I won't hurt you, I could never hurt you." Wesley whispered, his mouth dancing down to meet the lunging movement of Angel's lush lips. Wesley plunged his tongue into the cool cavern, heating it with the searing temperature of his own human flesh. Voraciously, he sucked on the tongue, as if to draw the very essence of his lover into himself. The tongue retreated, slipping out of the mouth, bumping against the fangs. With a playful flick, he purposefully scraped the top of his tongue against the tip of one fang, and Angel mewled as the hot, warm blood trickled onto his tongue.

"No, Wes, don't." The demon screamed with glee as the taste of the coppery liquid brought Angelus close to the surface.

"Luv, trust me, it will be fine." Wesley placed a gentle kiss on Angel's lips before moving down the pale body. Licking his way across the jawbone, then down the neck, nipping lightly, against the collar-bone, Wes made his way down the silken flesh. His tongue laid a trail of moist fire down the center of his chest, swirling its tip in the small indentation of the navel. While he nuzzled that sweet spot, his hands drifted around the gentle curve of his lover's belly. Angel groaned as his mortal indulged one of his favorite pastimes. Wes adored the slight paunch at the vampire's midsection. It wasn't because he over-ate, and it certainly wasn't because he never exercised; the extra amount of flesh there was simply a natural part of Angel's body, and it had always been there. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, Wes had also discovered that this area constituted a major erogenous zone for the undead detective, and he took advantage of his discovery often.

And for the first time, Angel was all tied up and not able to reciprocate.

Damn.

Wesley finished his delicate ministrations on Angel's stomach and slid down further, nudging the vampire's erection with his nose and inhaling deeply. He rubbed his nose along the cock, before touching just the tip of his tongue to the leaking head. With a few delicate swipes, he cleaned the bulbous head of pre-cum, and a wicked smirk spread over his usually calm face at the way Angel's hips bucked uncontrollably.

Gliding his hands over the other man's thighs, Wes urged those pale legs apart. He reached over to retrieve the oil, placing it on the soft bedding next to Angel's hips. Then, Wes kissed his way down one perfect, pale leg, laving it with the heat from his mouth, until he reached to toes. Even if Angel did say so himself, he had very nice toes..ahhhh…that Wes was currently sucking into his mouth one by one. Wes lavishly attended both sets of toes with his talented lips and mouth before rising up to grab two pillows.

"Lift those lovely hips, Angel." The vampire obeyed his lover, meeting the cushioning with his lower back. The pillow raised his ass just a bit and angled it so that Wes had a better view of his target, so to speak. Wes kneeled inside Angel's legs, taking one calf in each hand and lifting. Angel was beginning to see what Wesley had in mind. He really was a fast learner.

Angel automatically moved his legs into the familiar position, earning a raised eyebrow from Wes. Pale shoulders shrugged, not willing to break the sensual heat between them through a discussion of past men in his life. Wesley caressed the banquet of flesh laid out before him, the spread cheeks, the tiny, dim rose of flesh, and the long legs, raised up and spread out. Adjusting his position slightly, Wesley leaned down and, with his eyes still looking at Angel's face as it avidly looked down the pale, muscled body, deliberately placed just the tip of his tongue at the winking secret entrance to the vampire's body. The flexible appendage wiggled its way into the deep rose flesh there, taking in the musky, dark aroma. Angel bit into his lip once more, his fingers gripping the headboard so tightly the wood groaned under the strain.

After carefully preparing Angel with his mouth, Wes moved back and grabbed for the oil. Popping the top of the slim glass bottle, he poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He placed those fingers at the saliva moistened entrance and pushed, sighing as two fingers popped into the velvety depths. One more finger later, Wes twisted his fingers, and thrust out, only to drive them back in. The combination of sandalwood and arousal made the vampire's sensitive nose twitch. Quickly, Angel's ass rose to meet the fingers, still bobbing even when the fingers had retreated.

Whimpering from the prolonged preparation, Angel almost screamed when Wes gripped his rising erection with his oiled fingers and began to pump the beautifully veined cock. Afraid that he would once again tease him with what he couldn't have, Angel had to speak.

"God, Wes, fuck me, please fuck me." Angel's body hadn't stopped moving since the first touch to his opening, and now his hips jerked up for long moments before falling down again.

"Really, Angel, have some patience. After all, good things come to those who wait."

As he spoke, Wes kneeled between the widespread legs, smiling in appreciation at the easy access to his goal. He moved the chain so that one fairly large link lay over the anus. Placing his left hand beside his lover's torso, he placed the head of his glistening cock at Angel's anus. A slight push, a wet pop, and the head of his Wesley's cock entered the perpetually tight ass -- and stayed there as Wesley closed his eyes and placed his other hand on the right side of Angel.

Slowly, excruciatingly so, the long, hard length of mortal cock slid into Angel's ass. Angel tried to remain still, to let Wesley control what was happening, and he nearly bit though his lip in the attempt. Suddenly, Wesley slammed up against his lover's cold flesh, balls slapping against ass, and Angel howled in delight, his neck thrown back, muscles there corded tightly, as the sharp movement jerked the vampire's cock.

Wesley set up a fast, hard pace, clearly through with preliminaries. The punishing strokes bruised the white flesh of Angel's ass as the hot human cock pounded into the glovelike channel. Through it all, Angel kept his eyes open, glowing dark yellow as they drank in the sight of Wesley abandoning himself to passion. The mortal man's head was thrown back, his hip grinding and twisting, never slowing down or stopping. Sweat shone on his forehead and smooth chest as his slim, strong hips thrust brutally against the object of its desires, with every smooth, fast thrust trying to absorb itself into the very flesh it punished with these movements. Angel met the pounding as best he could, keeping his eyes open, concentrating on the tempting hunk of flesh undulating above him in an effort to forget that his own cock still had a cock ring on it, a contraption which moved his rock-hard cock with just the slightest movement of the chain. He began to flex his ass muscles, contracting them enticingly around his lover's cock.

Hands gripping the comforter so tightly it almost ripped off into his grasp, Wesley came silently, his hips still thrusting, slowing almost imperceptibly as Angel felt the long ribbons of semen jet into his ass, filling it with the warm come. Wesley withdrew, and fell against his lover's body with a soft sigh, moving the chain aside. Swiftly, he lowered Angel's legs, and began to remove the chains, leaving the cock ring for last. Wesley undid the cock ring and Angel's hips rose up, desperate for any kind of contact.

The Englishman swooped down and swallowed the head of his lover's cock. Just the touch of that warm wetness engulfing his cock brought on Angel's orgasm and he arched into the mortal's mouth. Wesley's head bobbed, and his throat muscles worked madly as he struggled to swallow all of the sweetly viscous fluid. With one hand, the mortal threw the chain contraption onto the leather chair, along with the bottle of oil. After drawing up a blanket from the bottom of the bed, Wesley fit his body on top of Angel's, closing his eyes with a very self-satisfied grunt. Angel's chest still swelled with the effort to take unnecessary breaths, and he slid one hand through his lover's sweaty hair possessively, grinning as he did so.

Even vampires with souls still have a purpose to serve, and Angel was pretty sure he'd just found another piece to his purpose.