__Gifts__
By Criss Moody
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 toy's 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 gently 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."
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