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Right before your eyes	By : darkangel985 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spoilers: Angel Episode
#34: 'Blood Money'

This chapter takes
place, during the events of 'Blood Money'.

Chapter 2 – Paying attention

“We're still alive.”, Wes noted with wonder filling
his voice, while quickly checking his body for injuries. There had
been some close misses with the fire, but all in all they had emerged
relatively unscathed..

He looked over at Gunn, who was splattered with demon blood, his
clothes slightly scorched, just like Wesley's. “Yeah.”
Gunn held out his hand and Wes high-fived him. “We did it. How
'bout a little celebration, English?”, he asked, before walking
towards the sewer exit.

Hurrying after him, Wesley said: “Like
that? You do realize, that we are covered in demon intestines, don't
you?”

That simply earned him a nonchalant
shrug by Gunn, before he got an answer.

“We could go to Caritas. Won't matter there. We gotta
celebrate our victory.”

Wesley wasn't exactly in the mood for listening to demonic karaoke
skills, but he'd suffer through it, if it gave him a chance to spend
more time with Gunn. He quickly hurried after the other man, noting
that he looked good, even covered in demon goop.

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Lorne watched his two guests with interest. One didn't need to be
psychic to catch up on what was going on
between the two of them. Except for
themselves, of course. They seemed oblivious to the subtle looks they
cast each other or the accidental touching, that wasn't quite so
accidental to the trained eyes. That was a new, interesting
development.

Who would have guessed, that Angel abandoning his friends would
lead to this. He had more than once read the attraction Wesley felt
for the vampire, but before today he had never caught on to the fact,
that he harbored similar feelings for Gunn. Nipping on his Sea
breeze cocktail, he continued watching them.

They had obviously gotten a lot closer since the last time they
had been at the club. And judging by their current appearances, they
had taken up the fight against demons again. Good. At least somebody
did it, while Angel was focused on his Darla craze.

At the moment Gunn was patting Wesley's back in a friendly manner,
but letting his fingers linger longer, than was usual. He knew that
he was taking a risk in that, but he couldn't get himself to not
touch Wesley. Besides that he loved taking chances and the Englishman
seemed oblivious to it anyway. Turning back to the stage, Gunn didn't
notice Wesley looking at him out of the corner of his eyes.

He could still feel the heat on his back, where Gunn's hand had
lingered moments before. Looking over at Gunn, he could see, that the
other man was focused on the stage, so Wes took the freedom to study
his face. A bit of demon slime had dried on his shaved head. Wesley
stifled the urge to reach out and wipe it
away. They may have developed a friendship during the last couple of
days, but he shouldn't delude himself, that there was more.

Gunn turned around, before Wesley could look away. Fortunately for
him, his blush wasn't visible in the dim light of the bar. Seeing
Gunn's questioning gaze, the Englishman quickly searched for an
explanation to his behavior.

“What?”

“Um, there is demon slime dried on your head.”
Reaching out his hand, he asked: “May I?”

Gunn nodded and Wes started rubbing his scalp. The slime easily
came off, but Wes took the opportunity to touch Gunn a little longer.
Enjoying the attention lavished on his scalp, Gunn was disappointed,
when Wes stopped, but he kept it from showing on his face.

Seeing the exchange between the two friends Lorne smiled. That
Angel abandoned them, seemed to prove really lucky for the two of
them. He knew that Wesley was unhappy in his current relationship
with Virginia and although he liked Angel,
he doubted, that the vampire would be a good match for Wesley. This
could prove really interesting. Taking another sip of his drink, he
continued to watch his two guests.

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It was already half past midnight, when Gunn arrived at his flat.
He shared the apartment with five of his
friends. Entering his home he wondered if they would be able to
continue to pay for it, now that he wasn't getting paid anymore. He
had played off his job at Angel Investigations as a side thing, but
in reality it was what had allowed them to get this apartment.
They were good for the next two months, but after that, who knew.

He greeted Mike, one of his flat-mates, with an elaborate
handshake, before walking into their living room. As soon as he
entered there, Kim another of his flat-mates walked up to him and
tried to hug him. Coming close to him, she wrinkled
her nose.

“You stink!”

“Hacked a demon to bits earlier. I'll go take a shower.”

Stripping off his vest and shirt, he threw them into the corner,
before leaving the room. Being covered in demon slime had at least
been useful for once. Kim was practically
throwing herself at him, since she moved in a month ago. She was a
nice enough girl, but didn't get the fact, that he wasn't interested.
At least as long as she showed an interest in him, his friends kept
from trying to set him up with another random chick.

It was getting on his nerves, but he had a reputation to loose.
And women were a part of this reputation. Getting under the shower,
he quickly washed the sewer stench from his body, kneading
the tired muscles in his shoulders. The fight earlier hadn't been
easy and he'd be sore tomorrow.

Slinging a towel around his hips, Gunn walked back into the living
room. Kim was sprawled over the couch, her short skirt arranged to
show off her legs. Slut. He wondered if the fact that he wasn't
interested did even matter to her or if she was really that dumb and
simply didn't get it.

“You look tense. Need a back-rub?”

Shaking his head, Gunn entered his room and flopped down onto his
bed. He'd have liked to tell her, that he'd never be interested, but
sometimes his friends were a bunch of hypocrites. They endlessly
complained about racists, but they really
weren't welcoming someone different with open arms either. They told
him off for working with a vampire and a bunch of white guys, without
ever having met them. He shuddered to think, what they would say, if
they ever found out, that he preferred
guys. Specially a certain Englishman.

His reputation was already pretty dented at the moment, anyways.
And he couldn't allow anything to worsen it further. If he lost his
reputation, he'd also loose their respect and without that there was
no use being friends with them.

Relaxing into his cushion, he tried to direct his mind to more
pleasant thoughts. Meaning that he thought about Wesley. The way he
had rubbed his scalp had felt really good. But it had only be a
friendly gesture to get rid of some demon slime. Maybe he should get
covered in that more often and someplace else.

What was most embarrassing was, that
he'd gotten hard at Wes' touch and just thinking about it did the
same. Lately he was usually glad about his baggy pants, whenever he
was around the Englishman. Closing his eyes, Gunn trailed his hand
down his chest, imagining it to be Wesley's.

Long, light fingers sliding slowly over his dark skin, pinching
his hardened nipples. Teasingly gliding lower, as he imagined, Wes
straddling his hips. He wasn't wearing his glasses and his blue eyes
were captivating Gunn. As his own hand wrapped around the base of his
cock, slowly gliding towards the tip, he imagined what Wesley's hand
would feel like. Stroking him, caressing him.

He had to bite back a moan as he imagined Wes' naked body perched
on top of him. Lithe, but most likely finely muscled from wielding
heavy weapons. Light skin, that would wonderfully contrast with his
own. He sped the strokes on his hard cock, using the pre-cum gathered
at the tip as lubricant.

His thoughts became less coherent as he drew closer to climax. He
managed to stifle his moans, minding the
thin walls of the flat, but his breath was coming in short pants.
Gunn wondered what kind of noises Wes' would make, if he drew close.
Longing for the tumble over the edge himself, he increased the
pressure of his hand against his straining dick, intensifying the
sensations he felt.

The image of Wes' mouth wrapped around his cock, pushed him to his
climax. Covering his hand with his cum, he silently rode out the
waves of his orgasm, crashing through his body. Coming out of his
post-coital bliss, he picked up his discarded towel and wiped himself
clean. He threw the towel across the room and it landed directly in
the hamper.

Pulling his blanket over his body, Gunn turned to his side and
went to sleep.

TBC...
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