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[thebratqueen]

For piedmargaret, who made a spiffy icon.



When Angel came back to his apartment and saw Wes sitting there dressed entirely in black with a very crucial square of white peeking out underneath his adam's apple, there was only one thing he could think of to say:

"We're not fighting anymore."

"We're not fighting anymore," Wesley confirmed. A smile played about his lips, though Angel had to admit he wasn't really concentrating overmuch on Wes's face. Because there was black and white and for a heathen little Protestant boy Wes sure as Hell looked hot in a Roman collar.

"Glad we got that out of the way," Angel said. He immediately shucked his own coat off, then crossed the room in two strides to grab Wes into his arms and kiss him hard.

Wes made a sound, then another, then on the third try followed it up with a shove to Angel's chest. "No."

Angel worked his jaw for a moment before remembering how to use it to make sound. "No?"

Now Wes looked smug. "No."

"But you said - "

"I said we weren't fighting," Wes told him. "I didn't say you were forgiven. Forgiveness, you see, is something that must be earned, worked on, given a great deal of - dear God that's far too pleasurable."

Angel looked up from where he'd dropped to his knees to suck at Wes's cock through his pants. "Forgiveness. Earned. Got it. Believe me. Can I keep going now or are we doing more talky stuff?"

"Keep going," Wesley said, tangling a hand in his hair. He gasped, trying to speak around the need for air. "I - I had a plan - "

"Plans are good," Angel agreed, unzipping Wes's pants and sliding his hand inside.

" - to make you beg - "

"Please, please can I suck your cock right now?" Angel supplied.

" - and earn your forgiveness like a penance - "

"I can recite a whole Rosary in my head while I'm doing this," Angel told him. "Ten if you don't want to come right away."

"I don't want to know how you know that statistic," Wesley replied. He looked down at him with lust-dark eyes. "You were supposed to argue with me."

"If you wanted arguments you should've dressed like a rabbi," Angel told him. "Now am I sucking your cock or not?"

"Yes," Wes immediately told him. He gave a hiss of pleasure as Angel slid his tongue along Wes's shaft. "God... I... I probably shouldn't think overmuch about why this arouses you, should I?"

"Do you like the results?"

"God yes."

"Then don't ask." Angel ran his teeth along every inch his tongue had just touched. Wes replied with a shuddering moan. "Can I keep going?"

"Please," Wes said. His hand tightened in Angel's hair. "In fact, more."

"Can do."

There was a long moment of silence in which Wesley mostly writhed in pleasure and Angel mostly enjoyed not having to breathe.

"Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm completely fluent in Latin."

Angel stood up, grabbed Wes by a belt loop and hauled him over to the bed. "Okay, we're not going anywhere for a while."

Fin.