Title: Tutelage: or How to Conduct an Affair with a Vampire

Author: Criss Moody

Distribution: AngelSlash, BBETA, and UCSL, anyone else ask.

Spoilers: vaguely Season 1 of Angel to date, because Wesley is bumbling around.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Angel/Wesley

Content Warning: m/m sexual situations, domestic discipline/spanking

Feedback: heheehehe, what a total yum. Believe me, it makes Angel yell for more hot sweaty sex…so, you want some, give me feedback!

Summary: Angel instructs Wes on how to have an affair with a vampire…ok, it's really just an excuse for smut.

Disclaimer: Mr. Whedon and Co. own these boys, I just do what the muses tell me to do, don't sue.

Notes: jessica rabbitt on UCSL inspired me with her comment about spanking bad Valentines. so, i dedicate this to her.

Sniffle.

Shuffle.

Squeak.

"Wesley, is there a problem?"

"Why, no, of course not Angel."

Angel sighed. This had been going on all day. It was now 3pm in the afternoon, and Wes had been making various odd noises over in the corner ever since Angel had come into the office at noon. Three interminably long hours of listening to the Englishman do everything BUT say what he wanted to say. Angel was pretty sure it would be something along the lines of, "while I um…er…of course..I…enjoyed last night's er…ah..activities…I fear that…to continuewouldputourworkingrelationshipatrisk. Yes, indeed." He wasn't entirely sure that it would go exactly like that. Maybe it would start rushed and then slow down…or maybe Wes would just start to choke in the middle of admitting that he had actually had sex with someone of the undead persuasion.

Last night, Cordelia had left a little present on the vampire's bed. So, not wanting to be ungracious, Angel had enjoyed his gift to the fullest possible extent. He'd never guessed that Wes' voice could go that high…but that might have had something to do with the vibrator up his ass at the time. And though watching Wesley squirm, in so many delightful ways, was actually kind of fun, Angel had no desire to put up with this ridiculous embarrassment all day. But what was he going to do about it? He rose from behind his desk and walked towards where the other man sat.

"Angel, I believe that we should…"

"Wesley?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Shut up." Cold, expert lips captured the live, naïve mouth of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, a tongue plunged into the warm cavern, and sucked a shy tongue into its sensuous grasp.

Angel broke from the kiss, breathing needlessly. "Downstairs, now." He silently moved to the elevator. Wes, however, remained sitting, his mouth slack, his eyes staring forward blindly.

"Now!"

The sharp command galvanized the Englishman, and he hustled over to the elevator, joining the vampire inside. Angel smirked as he watched the mortal's hands twist, clasped in front of his body. Poor dear.

Angel made short work of opening the elevator door. He gestured for Wes to enter the dark apartment. The undead soon-to-be-a-seducer made his way around the room quickly, turning on enough lights to ease the darkness. Inwardly, Angelus chortled with glee at what his souled wuss of a controller was about to do. Angel gave just a moments thought to 'perfect happiness.' Eh, this wasn't perfect…but it was damn close.

The black jeans met the black slippers, which soon became acquainted with the gray sweater. Angel stood before a gawking Wes completely nude, his alabaster body cutting a swath into the dusky light. His cock, half-hard, jutted out from his body, announcing its eagerness to be about something.

He stared at Wes pointedly. And then sighed when it became clear that he was going to have to do all the work in this relationship.

"Wes, strip."

Dazed, Wes replied, "Oh yes, strip, of course…" His hands clearly trembled as he attempted to remove his belt from his gray trousers. Striding over to him, Angel pulled the white shirt out the pants, swiftly unbuttoned it and slide it off the slim, muscled shoulders. Then came the removal of the slacks. Wes hissed as Angel's finger gently brushed against his silk-covered erection. Putting his thumbs just inside the waistband of the paisley print boxers, the vampire slid them down the pale, faintly hairy legs.

Rising, Angel kissed the his lover's stirring erection. He plopped himself down on the couch, looked up at Wes, and patted his bare thighs. "Stomach down…come on, anytime this year would be good," Angel chided when once again Wes seemed frozen in place. Wes kneeled on one side of the other man's thighs, hesitating when it came to actually lying down. Angel put a gentle hand on his buttocks, and another on his shoulder, guiding him down. Situating him so that his cock was wedged between the cold, hard thighs with just enough room for friction, he rubbed one hand against the pale, beautiful expanse of Wes' back, running one finger down the now sweating crack of his ass.

"Now, it's time for some fun, and for a little instruction. When I say 'now', I mean 'now'. When I say strip, I don't mean half-way, I mean strip naked. Understand?"

Only a whimper came from the figure sprawled over Angel's thighs. But Angel felt the other man's cock harden almost imperceptibly. He smiled as he continued the slow caresses on Wes' back and ass.

Smack! The sharp sound of Angel's broad hand flying down to meet Wes' lily-white ass resounded through the apartment. The mortal's scream coincided with the smack. The vampire soothed the bright red mark with his hand, enjoying the vague, fading tingle in his palm.

"Wes, do you understand now?"

A split-second passed before he replied. "Yes, I understand."

Angel nodded to himself. "Ah, that's good to know. Now, for your instruction."

And the competent hand once again made contact with the ass below him, marking the other cheek this time. Wes bit back his shout, but Angel could feel the other man's cock fill and harden. He experimentally moved his legs a bit, rubbing against Wes' cock. A violent gasp from the man told Angel that despite Wes' clearly tense body, some parts of his anatomy were ready and willing to play. He settled his body so that one arm lay over this mortal's back, the other arm free to swing. And Angel truly began the lesson.

Again, a smack flew threw the room, and inside Angel, Angelus reveled in the sweet sound of flesh hitting flesh. For a vampire, everything had something to do with sex, and the intrinsically sensuous nature of hand-to-hand combat for humans found its vampiric counterpart in S&M, or BDSM, or some combination thereof. The flat of Angel's hand met the erotic heat rising off of Wesley's now bright red ass. Over and over, his now friction warmed palm met the shapely flesh presented to him. Wes groaned, pressing his face into the couch. He shook and trembled with the force of the blows, and with the force of the arousal that this simple act brought out of him. Angel leaned his head back, playing Wes' ass like a finely made instrument, and groaned himself as the body beneath him began to move in time with the blows, to rise up to meet the hand, to undulate under the tutelage of Angel's palm. Suddenly, Wesley stiffened, and the vampire felt the warm come seep between his legs as the mortal body balanced on his thighs collapsed.

Before Angel could even remove his hand from the warmed ass, Wesley lifted up, and then down the couch a bit, placing his mouth at Angel's rock-hard erection. Angel knew that his cock was hard enough to pound nails into steel right now, but that mattered less than showing Wesley who had control over whom. He started to put one hand on Wes' head, intending to stop him, but his mortal lover would have none of it. Angel's cock slowly disappeared into Wes' shapely mouth, and the feel of that scorching heat brought his hips off the couch. The man's head bobbed up and down, carefully swiping his tongue around it, and soon it felt to Angel like Wes thought he had a ice-cream cone in his mouth. Maybe it was even chocolate flavored. After the heated lesson, he couldn't last long, and soon Wes was swallowing down the cold come as it flooded the Englishman's mouth and throat. Angel's hips fell back to the couch, and he rubbed his hand through Wes' hair affectionately.

The vampire had thought that it would take longer to teach Wes the basics of what he wanted. But apparently, Wes had a hidden dark streak lurking under all of those perfectly pressed three-piece-suits. The other man still had a lot to learn though. Like obedience, for one thing.

Angel was really hoping that ol' Wes would be a slow learner.