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Right before your eyes	By : darkangel985 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
I want to say thanks to
Jenny_Wren for constantly giving me feedback and encouraging me.
Without that support I think I would have already given up on the
story. I thought up this chapter because bondage is refered to as
'English' sex in German and it just somehow fits.

Warnings: light
bondage, spanking

Chapter 10 – Something unexpected

While Gunn had his eyes
closed, bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm, Wes stealthily pulled
the belt from his pants. Almost silently he stalked back towards his
unsuspecting lover. Straddling his hips he grasped Gunn's wrists and
wound the belt around them.

Gunn's eyes snapped
open in surprise as the leather tightened around his wrists. Before
he could voice his protests, Wes had already started to speak. “Do
you trust me in this?” Nodding his head Gunn waited for his
lover to act. That Wes would be into bondage was the absolutely last
thing he had expected to happen. Always full of surprises. Gunn
contained the chuckle that threatened to
escape his mouth, since he was afraid that Wesley would misinterpret
it.

But then all thoughts
of laughter were pushed out of his mind as Wes' hard cock rubbed
against his groin, reawakening the fire in his own body. Since the
Englishman pressed him into the bed with his whole weight, Gunn was
unable to increase the friction. Groaning in protest he tried to move
his chest to capture Wes' lips, but was pushed back down.

“Down move, Gunn.” Wes'
voice sounded almost like a growl, sending shivers down Gunn's spine
that shot right to his groin. Bucking his hips he tried to achieve
more friction, but his lover lifted his hips to avoid his movements.

“I told you to keep still.”
After capturing Gunn's lips in a quick but intense kiss, Wesley
turned the darker man onto his stomach. Rubbing his leaking
cock along the crease of his lover's ass Wes let his tongue swipe
over Gunn's ear, before sucking the earlobe into his mouth. His own
cock was aching with desire, demanding to end the game, but he still
kept his self-control. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”

Gunn was about to ask
why he would want Wes to stop, when the first stinging slap was
delivered to his ass. Oh, fuck. He hadn't expected Wes to be that
kinky. Planning to protest he was astonished, when his lover softly
stroked the skin he had just slapped. It felt kinda really good.

Expecting protest after
the first slap, Wesley was pleased when it didn't come. Instead Gunn
moaned as the second slap was delivered to his backside. Alternating
between hitting and soothing with careful
strokes Wes tended to Gunn's ass. Too bad that the wonderful
flush was barely visible, because of Gunn's dark skin. The skin felt
heated under his fingers, so he slid down with his body and blew
cooling breaths over the firm globes.

Gunn shivered at the
contrasting sensations Wes was torturing him with. His cock was
already begging for release again and he admired his lover's
self-control. Suddenly Wes flicked him onto his back again and
captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Their tongues wrestled for
dominance, sliding together in a wet caress. Gunn had to admit
defeat, when Wes pinched one of his nipples and momentarily directed
his attention away from his mouth.

The whole length
of their bodies was touching, sending sensations from millions of
nerve endings down to his groin. Suddenly Wes bit down on his bottom
lip, causing Gunn's hips to buck and a moan to escape his mouth.
Immediately soothing the small hurt afterwards the Englishman
continued to distract his lover with the kiss, while he lit the
candle on the bedside table.

Breaking their kiss he
whispered: “Close your eyes.”.

Careful
not to spill wax on the sheets Wesley lifted the candle over Gunn's
torso. Tilting it he watched in fascination
as a drop of wax pooled at the rim, before falling down and landing
on one of Gunn's nipples. His lover's sudden gasp was a mixture of
pain, pleasure and surprise.

“What the fuck?”

Swirling his tongue
around the quickly drying wax, Wes soothed the irritated skin, but
since Gunn hadn't asked him to stop, he assumed that he was free to
continue. Holding the candle over Gunn's other nipple he let it drip
again, earning himself a moan this time.

Their hard cocks rubbed
together as Wes slid downwards, creating a trail of wax from Gunn's
chest down to his navel. The white wax on his dark skin stood out
vividly in the dim room, heightening their desire a little more.
Unable to take the torture any longer, Gunn begged his lover to stop.

“Wes...please...I can't...”

Understanding the
incoherent request Wesley put the candle
back on the nightstand, fiddling out lube and a condom. Now he was
barely able to hold onto his own control as Gunn continuously rubbed
their hips together, creating more friction on his already leaking
cock.

Quickly coating two of
his fingers with lube he slid them into Gunn's waiting hole,
encountering almost no resistance. Now that he could feel the silken
heat enclose his fingers, he held onto his self-control with a very
thin line. He had drawn their play out for far to long. Scissoring
his fingers a few times he quickly slid the condom over his aching
erection. Slathering on lube and going in.

Their breath was coming
in frantic almost synchronized pants as their bodies bucked together,
racing towards completion. Gunn's finger painfully dug into his
shoulders, but Wes was too far gone to pay attention to the slight
pain. Crying out his lover's name he came the same moment, that warm
seed hit his belly.

Sinking down next to
Gunn he tried to get his frantic breathing under control. He
carefully slid out of his lover, before snuggling close to Gunn's
chest and scratching at the wax that coated
his lover's nipples. His hands were batted away in protest, so Wes
simply slung them around Gunn's neck as their lips met in a tender,
sated kiss.

“That was somethin' I never
expected, English.” Gunn's voice sounded sleepy, exhausted by
their play. Grinning Wes managed to get up and fetch a washcloth to
quickly clean them up.

When he pulled the
covers over their bodies, Gunn was already asleep.

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The next morning or rather noon the two of them were extremely
tired as they arrived at the Angel Investigation headquarters. Wes
had already mentally prepared himself for the lecture about leaving
her to do all the work Cordelia was bound to give them as soon as
they entered the hotel. Gunn was rather focused on his chest, that
was itching everywhere the wax had been the last night.

Carefully peering through the door Wesley couldn't spot Cordy
anywhere, so he deemed it save to enter. Even Angel was obviously
still asleep and the answering machine was lazily blinking on
Cordelia's desk.

Ignoring Gunn, who was grumbling about his itching chest, Wes
picked up the receiver and was surprised to hear Cordy's voice. “I
just wanted to call, that I won't be there this morning. It was late
when I got home last night and I need my twelve hours of sleep.”

Wesley had barely put the receiver down, when he found himself
encircled in Gunn's arms. He was about to protest, but his lover
silenced him with his lips. Pulling their bodies close together,
their tongues greedily swept each other's mouths.

Pushing Wes up against Cordy's desk Gunn slid his tongue over to
his lover's ear, lightly nibbling at the lobe. “Gunn. Everyone
can see us here.”

“Mmh.” The darker man more or less completely ignored
Wesley's protests as his tongue slid along his throat, nibbling on
the Englishman's collar bone. Feeling the first slivers of arousal
already coiling in his belly, Wes attempted to push Gunn off again
and succeeded this time.

“Gunn, we really shouldn't do this here. What if Angel or
Cordy...” Gunn shut him up by putting a finger over his lips.

Softly tracing the lower lip with his finger, he spoke. “Angel
is never down here before twelve and Cordy'll get here later. Come
on, Wes. Yesterday I thought you were a lil' riskier.” Wesley
still had his doubts about making out with Gunn in clear sight of the
entrance hall, but when Gunn's tongue demanded entry he offered it
freely.

Quickly they were enveloped in a passionate kiss, Gunn's hands
cupping Wes' ass. Lifting his lover onto the desk, Gunn placed
himself between his legs, rubbing their growing erections together.
They were absolutely oblivious to the world around them, until a
scream shook them out of their lust induced haze.

“WES, GUNN.”

TBC...
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