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PART FOURTEEN

"My entire life has been dedicated to one person," Wesley said. He was sitting up, the blankets and sheets pooling in his lap. He took a sandwich from a tray with a delicacy that belied the casualness of their picnic. "I did not know who that person would be, but I knew that I existed for them. My purpose was to be theirs, to make them happy, to be whatever they wanted or needed me to be."

Angel wiped his hands on a napkin. "So when I kept trying to *not* take advantage of that - "

"You were effectively throwing my entire life directly into the toilet, yes," Wesley said.

Angel winced. "Sorry. My bad."

"I didn't think you meant it to offend me."

"Which basically means I *did* offend you."

Wes's eyes flickered. "I'm not allowed to be offended by your actions."

"Which still doesn't mean you weren't," Angel said.

"I wasn't," Wes said. He looked down at his sandwich, then picked crumbs off of the blanket. "Worried, perhaps, if such an emotion is all right for me to have."

"You can have any emotion you want," Angel said. "I ordered that, remember?"

"This was prior to that order," Wes reminded him.

"You are very literal, you know that?" Angel asked.

Wes looked up at him, bewildered. "My Lord, I am *supposed* to be. This is what I *do*. You are meant to be my light, my sun, my everything - "

"Don't take this the wrong way," Angel said, "but I hope to *God* that you're quoting something there."

Wesley's mouth twitched with a smile. "Yes."

"Good. 'cause no offense but that was some pretty bad poetry," Angel said. "And believe me I'd know."

"I exist for you," Wesley repeated. "I was born for you. I am to have nothing outside of you unless you deem that to be appropriate."

"Okay," Angel said. "But you do get the part where now I've deemed you having emotions is appropriate, right?"

"I… get it, yes," Wesley said. He put his sandwich down. "I'll try very hard to follow that command, my Lord. It will require some effort against my training."

"Take your time," Angel said. He picked up his teacup, sipping the room temperature blood inside. "I'm not in a rush."

Wes looked uncomfortable. "My Lord, let me get you a bigger glass."

"I don't want one," Angel said.

"It was a silly idea on my part, I realize that now," Wesley said. "I should have - "

"What?" Angel asked.

"Been more respectful of your species?" Wesley tried. "Not put you into such a ridiculous situation?"

"You think I look ridiculous?" Angel asked.

"No," Wes said at once. "I only - I thought perhaps - " Wes sighed, giving up. "I don't know. I'm sorry, my Lord."

Angel sat up and ran a hand through Wes's hair. He turned Wes to face him. "You did a nice thing for me. I'm enjoying it."

Wes didn't look certain. "But you don't drink tea."

"I do now."

Wes's hands were tight in his lap. Angel realized it wasn't the first time Wes had done that. "Thank you, my Lord."

Angel sat back against the headboard, adjusting the pillows to help support himself. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that you are nothing like what I was expecting, my Lord," Wesley said.

"What were you expecting?" Angel frowned. "Can I ask you that?"

"You can ask me anything you like, my Lord."

"Yeah," Angel said. "But on some stuff you give me better answers than others."

Wes stared ahead at the fire. "I'll try to do better."

"I wasn't yelling at you."

"I can accept correction, my Lord. There's no need to coddle me."

"If I feel the need I'll tell you," Angel said. "And I wasn't correcting you. Well - I guess I was in a way, but not like that. I was *clarifying*, okay? You weren't wrong. I was just explaining myself better. Got it?"

"You had a question, my Lord?" Wesley asked, and damn if he wasn't good at ducking a subject.

Angel decided to let it go for now. "I asked what you were expecting."

"I didn't know what to expect," Wesley said. "I knew nothing of vampires, and little of you."

"Must've had some ideas," Angel said.

Wesley was quiet for a moment. "My Lord, may I ask you something?"

Angel was momentarily floored by Wes making any requests. "Yeah. Sure."

Wes turned around to look at him. "How is it possible that you aren't what you were?"

"Angelus," Angel translated.

Wesley nodded.

"Short version?" Angel said. "I got a soul. Then I got a son."

Wes's eyebrows came together. "They came at the same time?"

Angel laughed. "No. Least a century apart. Soul was back in Romania. I got cursed by gypsies. Son was over here. I somehow earned a miracle."

"What did Connor have to do with it?" Wesley asked. He picked his sandwich up again, watching Angel as he ate it.

"Do you have - " Angel started to ask, then stopped himself. "Right you probably don't have kids."

"Not unless one has been grown in a test tube, my Lord," Wesley said.

"Back on calling me an idiot, huh?" Angel said. "That's good. I like that we've got a rapport."

"Connor changed your life?" Wesley prompted.

"Yeah," Angel said. "I did the hero thing before him, but having him around really got me into it. Made me care about making things better."

Wes looked puzzled. "Why?"

"Because he's my son," Angel said.

Wes looked at him expectantly.

"I was done there," Angel said. "He's my son. That's my reason."

"I don't understand."

"I want to make the world better for him," Angel said. Then he suddenly got it. "Oh, right - vampire thing. Yeah, most vamps probably wouldn't care. Well most vamps wouldn't have their own kid. Not like I do anyway. But I guess you could say that's where the soul comes in. The soul makes me think about doing good versus bad. It makes me care about doing the right thing. Then I had a kid and I had even more of a reason to want to make an effort with all that. I want my son to have a good world to live in."

"Fascinating," Wesley said.

"Not like the vamps of legend, huh?" Angel guessed.

"Not that I know them as well as I do you," Wesley said. Done with the sandwich, he picked up a scone and spread jam over it.

Angel thought about the different meanings Wes's statement could have. "So you train for this?"

Wes nodded, swallowing the bite of food that he'd taken. "Yes, my Lord."

"For - " Angel made a grand gesture " - everything."

Another nod. "Yes, my Lord."

"So you actually have to take classes in…" Angel tried to figure out how to put it.

Wes quirked his eyebrows. "Advanced exercises in private social discourse?"

"Sure, if you want to be vulgar," Angel said.

Wes grinned. "Yes, my Lord. I actually had to take classes in learning how to please you."

"That wouldn't be considered extra curricular?" Angel asked. "Like - I dunno - band or something?"

"It was extremely curricular," Wesley said. "Though music theory was occasionally involved."

"Right," Angel said. "Because in the middle of social discourse what really gets me hot is when you start playing the piano."

Wes gave him a sideways look. "Or perhaps it would be useful to know what sort of wavelengths different notes travel upon and the effect that modulating said notes would have upon your… ability to enjoy the way I admire your flute?"

"Oh," Angel said. Then, "*Oh*. You meant - oh. Okay. I probably should have - seriously?"

Wes dabbed a napkin at his lips. "Seriously."

"You took a *class* in that?"

"Not an *entire* class," Wesley said. "More like one lesson of many in a class on… wind instrument appreciation."

"You had an entire class on *wind instrument appreciation*?" Angel sat up. "How long was it? No, wait, don't tell me. I don't think I want to know."

Wes smirked. "Does my Lord wish me to make the obvious pun on his question?"

"The - oh. Right. Very funny."

"My Lord did tell me that he enjoyed my sense of humor."

"Your Lord is currently fixated on this wind instrument thing," Angel said. "You're telling me you had an entire class on blowjobs?"

"Yes," Wesley said.

"And it was just a class," Angel said. "Like, okay, at nine in the morning you have world history, ten is tea making, eleven is blowjobs and at twelve you break for lunch."

"Actually lunch was usually around one in the afternoon."

"You're a little too good at that deadpan thing."

Wes quirked an eyebrow. "Who was being deadpan, my Lord?"

"This was actually a class," Angel said.

"Yes, my Lord," Wes said. "It was a class like history, or languages, or etiquette, or any other number of things I've had to train me to be, one hopes, everything you might want in a spouse. What use would I be to you if I couldn't fulfill all my duties?"

"You're a person outside the blowjobs, Wes," Angel said.

"My Lord," Wesley said. "With all due respect you are doing it again. Yes, I'm sure I *could* be a person outside of the blowjobs. However my *job* is to be your spouse. That includes many things, of which the sex is a part. In point of fact it is a rather *large* part of it, again no pun intended. Anyone who looks at you should see a man who is fully satisfied, and has the smug knowledge that he is the most sexually pleased person in all the room. Giving that to you is part of my responsibilities. It is a tradition that I am honored to uphold."

"Sorry," Angel said. "About the person thing."

"It's all right," Wesley said. "Just please understand that I would be utterly humiliated if it were to be found out that I was kept from doing my job. That's not a kindness to me, my Lord. It is a slight upon my skills. It would make me look inadequate, and would make you look like a fool."

"But how would that be found out?" Angel asked. "You keep worrying about people finding out. Who would find out? How? I mean if it's just us in the bedroom and I don't tell and you don't tell - "

"The Council has ways of knowing, my Lord," Wesley said. "Word gets back. It always gets back. And when it is discovered that there are spouses who are demoted from their intended positions they are considered a mockery. A failure. It is shame for them and for their families. And considering the past - "

"What?" Angel asked, when Wes trailed off into quiet.

A tiny shake of his head betrayed Wes dismissing the words he'd been about to say for a whole new set. "I mean to say the past histories between the Council and your species, my Lord. Considering that, and the eagerness with which the Council would most likely leap upon any sign of weakness, I think that it would be best that we be on our guard."

"So I have to let you give me blowjobs," Angel said.

"You have to let me give you *good* blowjobs," Wesley said. "Believe me when I say one can see the difference in the husband's eyes."

"And here I thought Spike was kidding when he said I had a rough life being the Champion," Angel said.

"Good Lord, am I agreeing with him on something?" Wesley asked. He put a hand to his own forehead. "Perhaps I'm ill."

Angel took Wes's hand in his, then held on to it when he saw no reason not to. "Think you two can ever get along?"

"If he stops being a complete and utter prat, certainly."

"I should warn you that your answer there was basically 'no'."

Wes smirked. "I'll try, my Lord."

"All I'm asking," Angel said.

"I am honor bound to obey you."

"You can *honestly* see the difference in the eyes?"

The smile on Wes's mouth quirked wider. "Yes, my Lord."

"What, do you get tested in that or something?"

Wes's look was that of ultimate patience. "*Yes*, my Lord."

"Seriously?"

"My Lord," Wesley said. "One is tempted to ask how precisely you thought someone in my position learned how to do all that might be required of them."

"I dunno," Angel admitted. "Read a book about it?"

"Books are shaped very strangely where you come from, my husband."

Angel smiled. "That was a new one."

"I thought I'd try it out, see if I liked it," Wesley said.

"What's the verdict?"

"It's not uncomfortable," Wesley said.

"Which in your language means it was practically an orgasm," Angel said.

Wes's expression became coy. "Actually, my Lord, now that I know the difference I would say it wasn't exactly like an orgasm."

Angel put the tray of food on the floor, then drew Wes closer. "Come here."

Wes settled down against his chest. He looked up at Angel, his face shadowed as it was silhouetted by the firelight. "My Lord," he said, his voice as quiet as the flames, "perhaps it would help you to remember that in all those classes, and all those lessons, I was always thinking of you. I might not have known your name, or what you looked like, but in my mind it was always you who was inside of me, you who was letting me please him."

Angel felt his bloodflow adjust a little. "I… can't say the imagery *hurts*, no."

Wes drew abstract patterns on Angel's chest with his fingertips. "I have spent my entire life devoted to you, my husband. I only waited for you to claim me."

Angel ran his own hand up and down Wesley's side. Wes leaned into the touch, shivering in the way Angel now knew meant Wes actually liked it. "What did you picture?"

"My Lord?"

"When you pictured me," Angel said. "What did you imagine?"

Wesley shook his head. "My Lord, it was forbidden to have fantasy, forbidden to dare to put your own hopes or ideas above the reality of who you might be paired with."

"People don't have to forbid things that never happen," Angel said. He kept his voice as gentle as his touch. "If they said you weren't allowed to do it, that must mean that some of you did it."

Now Wes was drawing into himself. Angel could sense the fear waking up inside of him. "My Lord, I - it wasn't - "

Angel put his hand over Wesley's heart. "Not you, then. Let's say *a* spouse. What would a spouse in general dream about, if he was dreaming of his husband?"

"If he were to have hopes," Wesley said, "it would be for a husband who was important. Influential in some way. A true sign of how trained the spouse himself was considered to be."

"You know," Angel said, "not that this is related to anything but I *am* one of only two vampires with a soul. And I've saved the world dozens of times. And I'm a Champion. And there's this thing lately where people keep calling me 'king'."

Wes smiled, rubbing his cheek against Angel's chest. "Yes, my Lord. It is quite the resume."

"Would that count?" Angel asked, surprised to find that the answer actually mattered to him. "Would that be considered important?"

"It would be mixed, my Lord," Wes answered. "The various titles that you hold do give you status, but the fact that you are a vampire sadly demotes you in the eyes of many."

"So this wasn't considered a good match for you," Angel said. "Not like a human in my position would have been."

Wes curled his hand up against Angel's chest. "I don't think I would have been given to a human in your position, my Lord."

"Wes," Angel asked, "were you being punished by being sent to me?"

"A spouse," Wesley said, not meeting his eyes, "might have dreamed of a husband who was a friend. If the love potion isn't taken the scenario next hoped for is that of friendship. Of someone who you can live with for the rest of your life and feel that you had good company."

"I see," Angel said.

"You don't dream for love," Wesley said. "Spouses don't, I mean. It is so far fetched a hope that there isn't anyone who believes it is possible. There are rumors of it happening sometimes, but they are considered to be legends. Fairy tales, to be told to children."

"The friendship thing sounds nice," Angel said.

"The next thing you - that is hoped for," Wesley said, "is to not be abandoned. To not find a day when your wife or husband has tired of you, and has cast you aside. Then you have no place in life. You are an abomination and - and the life you lead is not a pleasant one."

Angel wrapped one arm around Wes's waist. "Go on."

"If," Wes said, his voice barely even a sound now, "a spouse were to picture someone during all his - their lessons, they might picture someone strong. And kind. Perhaps intelligent. Sometimes even handsome, but looks aren't actually important. Someone who is a friend. Someone who is caring. Protective. Someone who notices your efforts, and doesn't take every opportunity to - "

"To what?" Angel asked, matching Wes's voice quiet for quiet.

This time the head shake was more obvious. "Nothing, my Lord. It was only an example."

Angel cupped Wes's chin in his hand, drawing him up to face him. "Wes," he asked, "were you being punished by being sent to me?"

"A husband can do anything he likes to his spouse," Wesley said, and Angel knew this was his way of giving an answer. "Anything at all. No one knows what a vampire might want of his property, but in the spirit of good politics neither did anyone care. I was sent to you to be whatever you needed me to be, my Lord. I was considered by - by the Council to be an ideal person for that job. I don't know if anyone else was, but I was the one who was picked."

"I'm not going to hurt you, Wesley," Angel said. He drew his thumb across Wes's lips. "I know I have, and I'm sorry and I didn't mean it. But I am *not* going to hurt you. Not like that. I'm not that kind of vampire anymore. Your pain brings no pleasure to me."

"It's forbidden to fantasize about your husband or wife to be," Wesley said. Angel could practically *feel* how tight Wes's chest was. "Completely and utterly. But - if I were to have done it - I - I might not have pictured someone of your background but I - I might - I might have - "

"Shh," Angel said, when Wes looked about ready to choke himself on his own panic. He rolled them over, pinning Wes between him and the mattress. Wes's was already hard, which surprised Angel a little, though abstractly not by much. "Don't talk."

"I might have - " Wes tried again.

Angel silenced him with his lips. "Don't talk anymore," he said. "Only if I ask you to, all right?"

Wes nodded, and by now Angel was starting to recognize the look that meant that Wes had hoped to do better.

"If I had to picture my spouse," Angel said, moving his hand down to wrap around Wesley's cock, "I might picture somebody young, and cute. Smart, and eager. Pretty as all Hell, and with a body I can't get enough of."

Wes's breathing had a slight hitch to it. He watched Angel as though he couldn't look away.

"I might picture somebody generous," Angel continued. He squeezed his hand harder, getting Wes with the pressure as much as the friction. "Somebody who knew how to carry himself, but who also knew how to be nice to someone in need."

Wes's hand was on his arm now, his fingers digging in tight as the heat beneath the blankets increased to the point where even Angel could feel it.

"I might picture somebody who knew how to use his mouth," Angel said, changing his speed and teasing Wes with feather-light touches. "And his body. Somebody who could get me hard and then get me *off*. Somebody who I couldn't stop thinking about fucking."

Wes licked his lips. Angel saw him struggling not to talk.

Angel let go of Wes's dick to start caressing his thighs and his balls. "What is it, Wes?"

"My Lord," Wes breathed, and Angel had no problem translating *that* one anymore.

"Does a spouse ever picture someone who wants him?" Angel asked. He got himself ready, not needing to take as long this time to prep Wes for him. "Someone who likes him?"

Wes pressed back against his fingers, hooking his legs around him to encourage Angel to come close. "It's a dream. A true fantasy."

Angel got Wes's legs over his shoulders, sliding himself in as deep as he could go. "What about someone who wants him to feel pleasure?"

Wes's back was arching. His hands had fallen back to tangle in the sheets. His body was covered with sweat. "We don't. We're not allowed."

"I'm *ordering* you to feel pleasure," Angel said, suddenly, *sickly* realizing that denying personal satisfaction must have been a class too. "I'm your husband, I'm *telling* you to."

Wes's body was tense. He was hovering on the edge already. "My Lord - please - "

"If you don't I will punish you," Angel said, hoping he was using the right language. "You will *not* make me happy if you deny what this feels like."

"Please," Wesley said, his breath so shallow it seemed to barely touch his lungs. "My Lord, please…"

"I don't know if you ever dreamt of a husband who wanted to take care of you," Angel told Wes. "But you've got one. I want that, Wesley. I want to treat you right. I want to find out what it takes to make you happy, and then do it to you over and over again."

Wes's eyes were shining. "Angel…"

Angel surged forward, capturing Wes's mouth with a kiss. Wes trembled so hard that it shook the orgasm right out of him. He came, gasping in his own surprise. Then he stared at Angel, enraptured, as Angel slowly fucked him one more time.

When they fell asleep, Angel held Wes tightly in his arms, and did not let go until morning.
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