Title: Sex, Love, and a Purpose

Series: Transitions

Author: Criss Moody

Date: August, 21^st 2000

Distribution: Archives of the lists that receive this, yes. Anyone else, ask nicely.

Rating: R, barely <g>.

Content Warning: m/m smutty thoughts.

Pairing: Angel/?

Summary: Angel and his lover…just read it!

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and the corporate goons own Angel and friends. I just love them.

Notes: 1) This story fits loosely into my Transitions series, but doesn’t belong anywhere yet.

Sex, Love, and a Purpose, by c.moody.

Angel drizzled another thin line of chocochocolate fudge icing down his lover’s pale chest. After pausing to admire the visually pleasing bisection of rich brown on milky white, the souled vampire swooped in to delicately lick the icing off, using miniscule flicks of his talented tongue.

The low gasp his action wrought from the lean figure sprawled out on the ruby red sheets brought a smile to Angel’s face. Once in his life, red meant death to love, affection, and all the precious things that made even a vampire’s life worth living. The sweetness of indulging in a lover’s touch equaled a return to bloody, chaotic madness – a place and existence Angel dreaded with every bit of his returned soul. His demon, however, seemed content to exist next to a usually revolting soul when both entities had love. For the first time in far too long, Angel/Angelus had what they both wanted.

Sex, love, and a purpose.

Sex came from a tall, lean, pale man, with an often studious, frantic look on his face from dealing with the latest influx of the demon life in L.A. Love came from knocking the serious countenance away with a well placed nudge, nibble, or soft kiss. When Angel kissed his lover, mayhem and the burdens of saving the innocent vanished to leave only two men in love. Both men were wedded to the same purpose; the same terrible duty drove both of them. Without Angel and his love, the forces of evil would have two less stalwart opponents and the forces of light would have two less friends.

"Angel!" The piteous complaint made Angel change from laving the sharp planes of his lover’s face to nibbling the smooth skin of his chin. Preternaturally cool lips met searing warm as the two men kissed, their bodies arching into tempting contact.

"What? You want something?" The vampire teased his love, pausing in his kiss to undulate his groin against an angular hipbone.

"Don’t tease, it’s not becoming of a being your age."

"Ah Wes, didn’t I tell you I’m a kid at heart? I wanna have my cake and eat it too." With that, Angel wended his way down the broad expanse of silken pale flesh, much to the dismay of his impatient companion, to capture the deep purple head of his lover’s cock within his knowledgeable mouth. The deep groan that rumbled out of Wesley’s chest told Angel legions about what Wesley really wanted.

Sex, love, and a purpose.