__It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year__
By FerretGirl



It had taken all of Angel's Investigation's some effort, but finally they had managed. It had taken Angel to resort to the famous 'puppy dog look', Cordelia nailing him in the coffee corner, calling him an idiot, among other things and Gunn assuring him that 'No really, he and his crew could take care of any visions for one damn week.'

But in the end, Wesley had given in. He had hummed and hawed over the business, the workload, clients, visions, but everytime one or more of his friends had an excuse. But it was his lover's 'puppy dog eyes' that did the trick. Angel really wanted to spend some time with him, away from Los Angeles and that for Christmas. Not that either of them really celebrated Christmas, but Angel knew that it was around this time of year Wesley missed England the most. The cold, the snow, all those things that should belong with Christmas. Even if, as Wesley insisted, he didn't celebrate it.

This was why Wesley was currently standing in the snow covered mountains in front of some Colorado cabin in the woods. It was quiet here, peaceful. Far away from evil, visions and the real world. For one week he could get lost in himself... and Angel. The vampire had gone out of his way to capture a bit of the Christmas spirit, again, even if Wesley didn't celebrate it. Angel knew his boyfriend better.

The vampire had gotten the cabin, he had made arrangements to get it decorated, get Christmas food and had made certain that despite it being so far away from the so called real world, the cabin had al the luxury it needed. Including a whirlpool, sauna, large bed, fireplace... you name it. Of course Angel had enlisted the help of Cordelia. Or rather, she had enlisted herself. Since, 'you morons couldn't even tell the difference between romance and a rock.' And it had all worked out marvelous.

Wesley was chopping wood, sweat pouring down his body, breath coming out of his mouth in small clouds. He had taken off his thick jacket, and was standing near the kindle taking a break. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh mountain air, tilting his face toward the sun. It warmed his face and he had to smile, when suddenly he heard a crash coming from inside. He could hear glass fall, Angel curse and then call out to him that he was fine. "But of course," Wesley muttered, rolling his eyes.

Leaning down, he collected the wood he had chopped for the fireplace, grabbed his jacket and jogged back into the cabin. "Angel?" he called out, dumping the load of wood near the fireplace. A frown formed on his face when he noticed the broken lamp in the corner. It had been an ugly lamp, but still. The glass had been sweped up from the floor, Angel always worried that Wesley might hurt himself. But there was no vampire insight. Raising his eyebrows Wesley went to look for him and found him in the kitchen, where Angel was holding his hand under the tap. "You're bleeding," he pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah," Angel shrugged. "It's just a few small cuts. It'll be fine." He held his hand under the tap, letting the water flow over it. It ran pink into the drain as he washed away his borrowed blood.

"I'll be the judge of that," Wesley stated firmly. He grabbed a towel, then Angel's hand and started to dab the shallow cuts carefully. "What did you do, love? Was the lamp demonic? Did it attack you?" Frowning, he pushed his glasses up and peered at one of the cuts on Angel's finger that hadn't stopped bleeding. Without thinking he stuck it into his mouth and sucked on it, swirling his tongue around the damaged skin he tasted the coppery tang of blood.

Angel's eyes went wide at the sight of his finger disappearing between those pink lips. His cock twitched, hoping it might be next. And he couldn't actually blame it either. He sucked in an unnecessary breath, and moaned softly when he felt that talented tongue round the tip of his finger.

"Angel?" Wesley pulled the finger out with a small pop and looked at his boyfriend concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?" He dropped the towel on the kitchen counter and reached out to slide his hand over his lover's face. "Hmmm, you don't appear to have a fever."

He has no idea what he's doing, Angel thought. But he could remedy that fast. He let out a low growl and pressed his body against Wesley's, trapping him against the counter. "I'm fine, Wes. It's just the things you do to me." Putting his hands on either side of his lover, he dipped his head and pressed his lips over Wesley's, pushing his tongue inside when lips parted willingly.

Putting his hands on Angel's hips, Wesley tilted his head and leaned into the kiss. He groaned, the sound muffled by their mouths. Tentatively he pushed his tongue into Angel's cool mouth, swiping it through the familiar cavern, tickling the palate with the tip. When he needed air he pulled away and blinked at his lover. "I see," he muttered with a husky voice.

"Good," Angel smirked. Reaching up he pulled off his lover's glasses and put them safely on the counter. He smiled, watching Wesley blink at in that adorable way that seemed to come with those who were nearsigthed. Or, as he thought, Wesley. Though he would of course never really use words such as 'adorable' or 'cute' while Wesley could hear them. The man would protest vehemently, which of course was why Angel sometimes *did* use them.

Pressing his body against Wesley, he rubbed both their waking erections over each other through the rough denim of their jeans. Angel shivered when he felt those graceful hands slide under his shirt, long, elegant fingers brushing hotly over his skin. Dipping his head he buried his nose in Wesley's neck and sniffed. "You reek," he announced, waggling his eyebrows as he looked up again. "I think you need a shower."

"Oh really?" Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow in return. He reached behind him to grasp Angel's hand. "I did spend the better part of an hour chopping wood," he nodded. He blinked at the finger, blurry in front of him and took a closer look. "Are you sure you're alright?" Wesley looked up at Angel with a worried expression. A vampire he might be, that didn't mean he couldn't worry about the sod.

Angel looked at Wesley and then at his finger. The cut was mostly closed by now, thanks to vampire healing, but he knew his boyfriend. He'd still be worried, as usual and fuss over it until he had to almost forcefully tell him that he was just fine. And right now he didn't have time for that, not that he didn't appreciate the concern of course. But the kissing, the touching and just the smell of Wesley had him already half hard in his pants.

"I'm fine, Wes," he assured the other man. Wesley didn't look convinced, just as he expected. "Right then," Angel nodded firmly. "Let's try a different approach." He took a step back, grabbed one arm while Wesley looked at him astonished and hoisted him over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. "We were talking about taking a shower."

"Angel!" Wesley let out a very un-manly shriek and fisted his boyfriends shirt. He blinked at the floor as Angel carried him up the stairs. "Angel! Let go! Put me down!" He stopped his protests and moaned as his own obvious state of arousal rubbed against his lover's shoulder and sucked in his breath. Good god, he had no idea why, but everytime Angel pulled a stunt like this it turned him on immediately.

Opening the door of their bedroom, Angel walked straight to the adjourning bathroom and put Wesley down there. The man blinked at him, panting hard and Angel had to smile at the flushed look. Now that was more like it. Using vampire speed he started to unbutton Wesley's shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, fingers grazing bare skin.

Wesley shivered and stood there letting Angel do what ever he wanted. He swallowed hard when he felt his trousers being pushed down narrowed hips and his cock sprang free. Hissing at the cool air his lover blew over hot flesh, he could feel it throb between his legs. He put his hands on Angel's strong shoulders as he stepped out of his trousers, resisting the urge to bend down and pick up his clothes to fold them up neatly. "I think you're overdressed," he told his lover, stepping closer.

Smirking, Angel looked at Wesley's naked body. Shaft bobbing up and down, jutting out of pubic curls, pre-come already leaking from the head. Pale, silk skin, soft to touch. The elegant grace with which he moved toward Angel, fire burning in those gorgeous blue eyes. He let his hands trail over shoulders and arms while Wesley undressed him. He felt his shirt being pushed down, his pants being un-buttoned and then they were pooling around his ankles. Leaning he kissed Wesley's temple. "Why don't you get the shower started."

Wesley smiled and nodded. He padded over to the shower, not at all bothered by his own nakedness. Not when it was just Angel around, then he had nothing to be ashamed off. After all, the vampire had already seen it all, touched it all, and tasted it all. He turned on the taps and put his hand under the shower to test the temperature as he looked around at Angel's back. He sucked in his breath when he was that broad back, muscles rippling underneath velvet skin, perfectly shaped arse, strong legs. When Angel turned around he smiled into those beautiful brown eyes.

"Shower ready?" Angel asked, stepping up next to Wesley, shoulder brushing shoulder. He pulled away the shower door and peered inside. Hot steam was making its away out of the booth and hit them both like a damp, warm blanked. "In you go then." Taking Wesley's arm, Angel tugged on it until his lover was in the shower and then stepped in himself.

A content sigh left his lips when Wesley stood under the warm spray of the shower. He let the hot water rain down on his skin, and tipped his head to let it wash over his face. He felt his lover press up behind him, strong arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. Angel's nose nuzzled the skin behind his ear. Dropping his head backward, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "I like it when you do that," he said softly.

"Hmhm," Angel hummed against the soft skin. Darting out his tongue, he licked away some of the water from the delicate throat, nibbling at it with blunt teeth. He slid his hands down Wesley's arms, lacing their fingers together. "You taste good." He pulled his lover closer, pushing his throbbing cock into the cleft of Wesley's arse while he thrust hips hips forward at a slow teasing pace.

Wesley own shaft twitched violently at the feeling of the familiar sensation. He pushed his hips back against Angel and started to pant. The hot water cascading down their bodies gave the vampire a borrowed heat when Wesley felt their bodies brush against each other. He squeezed his lover's hands and moved his head to latch onto Angel's throat. "You taste better," he muttered, licking and sucking at the skin, using teeth to scrape over it.

Letting go of Wesley's hands, Angel reached out for the soap and a sponge. Lathering up the sponge, he sniffed at the sandalwood soap. It fit Wesley perfectly, not too strong, not too soft. Using his hands more then the sponge, he started to wash his lover. Sliding over skin, making it slick with soap. He brushed his hands over nipples, circling his fingers around them until they were like pebbles. Moving lower in slow circles he washed chest and stomach, combing through Wesley's pubic hair, brushing past the erect cock.

Wesley shivered underneath Angel's hands. He pushed into the gentle touches and whimpered when he felt the rock hard erection slide over the puckered hole of his arse. He wanted to feel that inside him, wanted Angel to fill him, push into him. "Angel," he panted, breathing raggedly. He reached behind him and splayed his hands on that tight arse, pulling him closer, rubbing over his lover's throbbing cock.

A low growl escaped Angel, and he just knew that there would be a smug smile on his lover's face. The man knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to play the vampire's body like a fine tuned instrument. He wrapped his hands around Wesley's pulsing shaft and pumped it slowly, swiping the thumb over the head, pulling at the foreskin. Thrusting his hips he moaned as Wesley's hand found his cock. "I want to be inside you," Angel, muttered into his lover's ear, running is tongue over the rim.

"God yes," Wesley groaned. He pulled a bit harder on Angel's erection, twisting his wrist just the way he know would drive his lover insane. Then he let go of it and let himself fall forward, putting his hands against the wall. "Please, Angel," he pleaded, looking over his shoulder toward the vampire.

Angel had to swallow hard. Just looking at Wesley, the way he stood here eager and ready, waiting for him. Arse pushed out, hands against the wall, pleading look in his eyes. But this wasn't what he wanted right now. What he wanted was to see his lover's face as he tumbled over that edge. Stepping up to Wesley, he grabbed the man's shoulders and gently turned him around.

"Don't you want..." Wesley started confused, but Angel's lips on his prevented him from speaking any further. He groaned into the kiss, automatically wrapping his arms around Angel's neck as he pushed inside that cool mouth. Swiping his tongue around he let out a surprised sound as suddenly he was hefted into the air and his legs were wrapped around Angel's waist.

"I want to see your face when you come," Angel told a perplexed looking Wesley. With a smile he leaned forward and kissed the tip of the man's nose. He grabbed a bottle of body oil and poured some in his hand. "Gotta love vampire strength," he said, still amused by his lovers expression. Though it aroused him even more when Wesley wrapped his legs tighter around his waist and held on a bit stronger around his neck. Angel pushed his lover against the cool tiles and started to trace Wesley's tight channel with an oil slicked finger.

Dropping his head on Angel's shoulder, Wesley bit in it gently. "Oh god," he panted out as one finger was pushed inside of him. He was pressed firmly against the tiles and his legs were spread wide as Angel pressed a second finger inside. Looking up, Wesley tangled one hand in the vampire's wet hair, leaning in to capture that welcoming mouth for a kiss. Moaning as a third finger was pushed inside him, Wesley started to thrust back, using his tongue to plunder his lover's mouth.

Giving Wesley some much needed air, Angel pulled back and slicked up his cock with the oil, using it to drizzle some over Wesley's cock and balls, while his lover latched onto his Angel's throat again. He moved his hand around his lover's cock, fondling balls, spreading the oil, watching it glisten on his skin until the hot water washed it away. He finished up slicking up his own cock and pushed the head against Wesley's well prepared entrance. "Ready Wes?"

Pulling his head away from tasting Angel's skin, Wesley smiled at his lover. "Alway's ready for you, love," he whispered, pushing back against the head pressing against his tight hole. He sucked in his breath and let his head fall backward as Angel pushed inside of him in one smooth thrust. Clenching around his lover hard, he parted his lips and cried out when Angel's cock bumped his prostate. "Yes, please, Angel," he breathed out.

Wesley could say his name like that anytime, Angel thought. As if he were the only one on earth, as if he was the only thing that mattered to Wesley. And maybe he was, but the way his lover whispered his name when Angel's shaft was buried balls deep inside of Wesley, made him shiver. Grabbing on tighter to Wesley's hips, he pushed his back flush against the wall and started to pound into that tight puckered hole. He moved them a bit out of the hot spray, not wanting his lover to drown whilst in the throws of passion.

Hands clutching Angel's shoulders, Wesley pushed back, spearing himself on Angel's cock as much as he could. He closed his lips around one nipple, sucking and biting on it none too gently, until it hardened in his mouth. Feeling his lover's cock throb inside of him, he hissed when he felt Angel pull the cheeks of his arse further apart to thrust in deeper. The hot water washed over their bodies, making them slid over each other wet and slick. He bit down on Angel's collarbone, rubbing his own nipples over his lover's.

"Wes," Angel panted, he kept pushing and bumping his cock against his lover's prostate, gasping at the feeling of that tight channel clenching around him. "Touch yourself, come for me." It wasn't a question, not a request. And the way Wesley's hand flew to his own shaft without question and wrapped it around the pulsing cock made Angel growl loudly. He picked up the pace, enjoying the way Wesley threw his head back, lips parted and eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Fisting his own cock, Wesley pushed it though the tunnel he had created, swiping the thumb over the head. He used his fingers to peel away the foreskin, pushing them into the little slit before moving his hand down the velvet shaft. Cupping his balls he rolled them around in his hand, tugging, squeezing, while Angel's cock kept pushing inside of him, filling him. Tightening his legs around his lover, Wesley felt his balls draw up fast, and squeezed around his own cock hard while he dropped his head on Angel's shoulder. As his orgasm crashed over him, he felt the hot release over his own hand as he kept pumping his own softening cock. He screamed out his lover's name, the sound muffled when he bit down in Angel's shoulder hard enough to break skin.

Angel vamped out and put his mouth on Wesley's neck and bit down. He broke skin and the sweet tang of Wesley's blood filled his mouth as he came buried deep inside his lover. He kept thrusting a few times, milking his own orgasm while he wrenched his mouth away from the delicious neck, hiding the demon behind his human face again. Lapping at the few drops of blood still spilling out, he let out a shuddering, albeit not needed breath, and slumped forward, pressing Wesley against the tiles hard. "I love it when you bite me," he muttered, suckling lightly on two, small puncture wounds.

"Hmmhmm," was about all Wesley was capable of saying. He was sagged against Angel as well, holding onto the vampire with all his strength. Which, at this point, wasn't much. He let the hot water cascade down their body while he tried to come down from his orgasm. "I love it when *you* bite me," he muttered against the mark he had just made on Angel's shoulder. Pity it would be gone within a few hours. "I don't think I can stand yet."

Chuckling, Angel reached out and turned off the taps. "It's a good thing there's a roaring fire in our bedroom and fresh sheets on our bed then." Hoisting Wesley up further he smiled as he felt those long, lean legs tighten around him as he walked out of the shower. They left behind a wet trail as he moved them toward the bedroom while they kept kissing each other. Puling his soft cock out of Wesley, he moaned as he lost that heat around it, and lowered the man down on the bed gently, smiling at the sleepy eyed look he received.

"How is your finger?" Wesley asked, blinking up at Angel with a worried expression.

"What? Oh." Holding up his finger close enough for Wesley to see he shrugged. The cut was fully closed now. "It's fine."

"Oh good," Wesley nodded, he leaned up to drop a kiss on it anyway, stifling another yawn.

"Go to sleep," Angel said amused. He shook his head about his lover's far to protective streak.

"Sleep sound good. I like the way you plan, love," Wesley smiled up at Angel. Reaching out for the vampire, he scooted over and waited until his lover had joined him in the warm bed. The fire had one a nice job of keeping it warm for them. Moving over to Angel, he slide a leg over his lover's and put his head on his shoulder. "I think I might like Christmas after all." Stifling a yawn, he wrapped himself around Angel.

Pulling up the covers, Angel dropped a kiss on Wesley's temple. "Good, maybe we can do this every year," Angel smiled. He wrapped his arms around Wesley and pulled him as close as he could, reveling in the shower warm skin against his already cooling one. Smiling down at his half asleep lover, Angel sighed contently. This was one tradition he might just like very, very much.

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