Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 15:59:08 -0500
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel's Investigations 2

This story belongs to me, but these characters don't; sadly, the ever-sexy
David Boreanaz and Alexis Denisof also do not. The whole shebang belongs to
Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, and Mutant Enemy and Kuzui Productions and Fox
and the WB. I'm making no profit here, not even a few pennies. My only
profit is reader satisfaction. If you are under 18 or the age of consent in
your area, you should not read this.

A big thanks to those who responded to the first chapter. This chapter is -
I think - even hotter than the first, but I should warn that there is some
vampirism. It's a fantasy of mine (at least when the man looks like David
Boreanaz), and since this entire story is a fantasy, I threw it in.

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Pillows.

Wesley turned over, inhaling the fabric of the black pillowcase. With a
mutter, he turned on his other side, trying to return to the dream where
strong, powerful arms held him and wicked fingers ran smooth over his pubic
line.

A crash.

Wesley sat up boltright, keen senses blaring. He patted the bedside table
for his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his other hand. The
last time an intruder had broken into his apartment, he'd greeted them with
a shotgun. This time, he'd be lucky to find a decent pair of y-fronts.

As his eyes finally began to clear, he found his glasses beside a lamp. The
lenses were clean. How surprising. He wondered why he was surprised by that.

Wesley cautiously crept out of the bed, taking catlike steps to the dresser,
opening the drawer to find a pair of...puffy black shirts?

"This is..."

"Good morning."

Startled, Wesley spun around to see Angel leaning beside the door. Angel and
his sneaky smile and muscles and...genitalia.

First Wesley realized Angel, his former boss, his crush, was standing
completely naked in front of him. Then Wesley realized he was standing in
front of Angel, his former boss, his crush, totally starkers naked.

"Oh God, Angel..." his hand fled to his exposed crotch and glued itself
there.

Between his extensive blushing and the backs of his knees and buttocks
scraping against the open dresser drawer, he still noticed the way Angel
stared, no, sized him up and down. As if he were a very shiny, newly bought
possession.

After a few silent moments, Angel moved to join him, yawning and scratching
his right arm as his generously proportioned phallus swung to and fro
between his impossibly muscled inner thighs. Wesley knew he shouldn't look,
certainly not gape, but he had barely been able to keep direct eye contact
when he saw a naked Angel earlier that year.

This was different though. This was more, the word would be, intimate. Angel
moved in close, much closer than a colleague, his sheathed sword bumping
against Wesley's knuckles as he rubbed Wesley's chest, dipped his head into
the crane of Wesley's neck, and smelled him, smelled the blood pumping life
through his body.

Wesley bit back a cry of surprise when a hand reached around to squeeze his
rear, Angel's other hand simultaneously yanking Wesley's hand off of his
penis. A purr, a growl, a husky whisper murmured into Wesley's neck.

"I won't let you treat yourself that way. You have nothing to be embarrassed
about."

A finger gently traced his crack. A flash of the night before hit Wesley,
buckling his knees and catapulting him deeper into Angel's embrace. Wesley
recalled experienced hands, a spelunking tongue, that penis, that glorious
penis...

"Oh God, Angel. Angel." Gasped in Angel's ear, marveled at as his hands
began working to refresh his memory, sliding down the perfect smooth back to
squeeze even more smooth, ample melon cheeks.

Wesley tried to crawl inside the skin of his new lover, their shafts
reviving to full tumescence and dueling between their legs, Wesley's penis
head repeatedly striking Angel's low-hanging scrotum, penetrating the skin
space between Angel's egg-sized testicles until Angel growled "shower" in
his ear and tightly gripped his leaking cock.

When they reached the bathroom, Wesley gargled with a bottle of mouthwash
Angel kept for guests, ridding himself of morning breath. Angel continued
setting the water just right, Wesley studying his own body in the mirror
until a hand squeezed his shoulder, fingers swept the left side of his neck.

"Wesley?"

Wesley frowned at his reflection.

"Yes?"

"What did you mean health reasons?"

Wesley stared quizzically until Angel brought up the night before.

"You did that to yourself for health reasons?"

Angel scratched at Wesley's penis head, wiping a string of goop off with the
pad of his thumb.

Wesley looked away, detached.

"I didn't have much of a say in the matter. My father decided his newborn
son wouldn't be adept at cleaning himself thoroughly as he aged. I was an
incompetent child even at birth, I suppose."

Wesley sighed and stepped into the shower. His body briefly flinched, then
adjusted to the warm, cascading shower. As Angel stepped in to the water,
Wesley felt those cool hands on his hips and closed his eyes, wanting to
feel the sensations, not see them.

Angel stood behind him, soaping his neck, moving down to his moderately
built chest, flicking his nipples, slowly, teasingly moving down Wesley's
flat belly and into his fine, brown curls. Wesley moaned as the bar slid
beneath his underside, skiing up and down his shaft, bumping against a vein
before circling his sensitive head.

"You have such a beautiful cock, Wesley."

Angel squeezed the plumping meat in his palm.

Wesley let the cleansing waters glide down his back, between his cheeks,
down his legs.

"Hmmmm"

Angel soaped up Wesley's sac, kneading the balls between his fingers. The
soap then slid further, brushing against and exploring the hidden crevices
between his buttocks and balls. Pleased at the sounds Wesley was making,
Angel moved the slick bar over Wesley's tight buns, caressing the cheeks
with his palms until they turned a deeper shade of red.

Water and saliva trailing from his lightly panting mouth as fast as precum
leaked from his penis, Wesley was broken out of his trance at a cold, sharp
smack of a plastic bottle against his buttocks.

"Do you want my cock up your ass, Wes?"

Wesley half-nodded. Sharp words brushed against his ear.

"I didn't hear you."

Feeling the controlling hands spreading his cheeks apart, kneading and
pushing repeatedly, Wesley arched in their grasp, his growing erection
slicking the shower tiles.

"I w-want to have sex with you."

Angel chuckled that dark chuckle of his and Wesley shivered at the thick
organ of his partner sliding up and down his crack.

"Uuuunnnnnhhhh...."

The fleshy foreskin taunted the dark insides of Wesley's cheeks, briefly
wedging in, then quickly pulling out again. Angel continued this process as
he slid two fingers into the taut opening.

"You want me to do what?"

Wesley groaned at the razor-sharp bite on his ear, a third finger joining
the first two loosening him. His hands moved to masturbate his pleading
penis, but Angel quickly grabbed them, holding them above Wesley's head in a
tight grip.

"You. Want. My. Cock. Up. Your. Ass."

Feeling the massive man inside him had long been a fantasy of Wesley's,
through wet dreams and lonely nights with only his own hand and a cucumber.
But actually asking Angel out loud, demanding...

"Say it."

Muttering curses and thrusting his engorged organ against the wall, his butt
against Angel's invasive fingers, Wesley spit out the words.

"I want...your c-cock up my ASS..."

Removing his grip on Wesley's hands and his fingers from Wesley's ass
simultaneously, Angel coated those fingers in shampoo, lubricating the
puckering hole as best he could. With a strong, slippery wrench hold on
Wesley's dripping faucet, Angel opened the begging cheeks between thumb and
forefinger.

"Ready?"

Wesley bit at his lower lip until he tasted blood.

"YES, DAMN YOU, YES!!!!!"

Smirking, Angel shoved in hard, listening to the other man's scream of
pain-pleasure. He couldn't even remember how long he'd wanted to savor this
teasing Brit-ass, how long he'd imagined and fantasized exploring Wesley's
darkest depths, making him squirm in ways no woman ever could.

Angel's fingers leaving marks on his hips, Wesley played with his fully
erect manmeat, stroking and pulling as he let Angel control the deep, long
strokes. Wesley groaned as he felt the foreskin receding inside his ass.
Angel took a small nipple in each hand, toying and torturing Wesley as his
superpowered hips did the work all on their own, steadying Wesley with slow
thrusting, Wesley's dick slowly pressed against the shower wall over and
over and over until he let out a small cry, streams of semen hitting his
thighs, his stomach, the water below them.

Angel grasped Wesley's still-hard prick in his meaty right hand, using the
left to rub cum into Wesley's chest and stomach, cum quickly washed away by
the waters.

Angel's plowing of Wesley had progressed from slow to fast ramming, then
slow again, pulling his red, wrist-sized thickness nearly all the way out,
letting the head scrape and tease against the exposed pucker, then slamming
back in.

Delirious in a haze of fucking, Wesley tilted his head back against Angel's
broad shoulder, his hands reaching back to cup Angel's muscled cheeks. Angel
lapped at his exposed neck. Hearing an appreciative murmur into his neck at
the ass play, he teased the near-hairless crack with his middle finger
before shoving into the closed crevice as hard as he could.

Goaded to a further level by this intrusion, Angel felt his vampire face
slipping on, nearly tasted the sweet, sweet blood underneath Wesley's
pulsing, throbbing neck. Suckling on Wesley's Adam's Apple, the flowing
red-brown life called out to him, begging for release as badly as Wesley's
cock, as Angel's own cock was. This would cement their bond, feed Angel, and
oh shit shit fucking shit he wanted to taste it so bad...

With a roar humming in his throat, he sank his fangs into Wesley's neck,
Wesley emitting a loud scream as the teeth pierce his skin. As Angel began
drinking from him, a sense of euphoria overtook him, making him dizzy,
sending his reinvigorated dick into a raging torrent, ropey sheets of cum
slamming into the shower wall. Anus ring clenching repeatedly with each
shot, Wesley felt Angel's destroyer cock emptying in his ass, a fast motion
which sent a final spurt from Wesley's ejaculating penis. Moaning and
groaning with less volume each time, Wesley began going limp in Angel's
arms, his life force seeping into Angel's throat slowly, each drop an
ambrosia.

Feeling Wesley nearly passing out, Angel reluctantly retracted his fangs,
gently, lovingly licking and smoothing over the two tiny holes in the front
of him. Guilt began poking at him as he removed himself from Wesley with a
plop sound.

"Wes?"

Wesley turned his head toward Angel, the now-cold shower spray taking him
down from his high.

"An...Angel?"

Angel slowly turned him so they could face each other, shutting off the
shower.

"Did I hurt you?"

Wesley shook his head groggily.

"I know you'd never hurt me. Not now."

Angel sighed as Wesley ran his water-wrinkled fingers along Angel's sculpted
pecs.

"Wes, I didn't, I shouldn't have done that."

Angel brushed the bite mark with his fingers.

"I trust you, Angel. I'd never allow this to happen if I didn't. Obviously,
I cannot live with being bitten every day - and I mean that literally ^× but
as an experimental moment, it was..." he fluttered his eyes and smiled
shyly, "quite enjoyable."

Wesley then somehow managed to rest the taller Angel's head on his shoulder,
and licked a drop of his own dried blood from the corner of Angel's mouth.

"Not quite as bad as I suspected."

Before returning to the bed for a short nap, they shared their first long,
deep kiss as lovers. As they finished, Wesley thought he saw someone in the
corner of his eyes, walking out of the bedroom, but he was so completely
drained, he had to be wrong.

Little did he know that he wasn't wrong, and that the adventure was only
beginning...

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Any comments, suggestions (who would you like the voyeur to be?), any words
regarding the story, please mail me and tell me.