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Yearnings	By : Lee Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or AtS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Angel and Wesley are together now, is it enough or will something happen to drive them apart.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ Angel Crossover
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Angel/ Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t own them (sigh it was all a dream) they belong to Joss etc (pout)
Spoilers: About season 6 for Buffy and season 3ish for Angel
Notes: Darla didn’t come to Angel, Groo did return to Cordy and she is a higher being. Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own sorry. Thoughts are in * *

Yearnings Part 3

Wesley POV

*We’ve been together for 2 months now and I think I feel more alone now than I ever did before. *

I shifted restlessly under the cotton sheet, letting the cool material ghost across my skin, echoing the cool fingers that brushed along my hip. Another night alone in my head even though my body was now wrapped in Angel’s embrace. Another night’s passion spent leaving me aching with remembered pleasure, but in my heart still empty and alone. He never seems to get enough of my body, my presence makes him happy but my body gives him joy.

Just the thought of him plunging into me, his cock hard and demanding as I whimper and moan beneath him is enough to arouse me again. My own body is a traitor, I know I will never get enough of him, anywhere anytime, he has only to look at me and I’m hard for him. My breath quickens as I feel myself growing hard, Angel’s hand slips from my hip and falls to my cock, long skilful fingers wrapping around the heavy length. I’m sure he can feel me want him, he presses up behind me and slips cos cock into my ass. I’m ready for him, his cum still fills me from our earlier loving. Long luxurious strokes and my breathing becomes harder, his lips find and suck on my earlobe before kissing down my neck. His body moves in and out of mine in counterpoint to his hand stroking and teasing my cock. His unhurried movements are torture and I push back trying to up the pace. He chuckles softly and his breath tickles my ear as he talks.

“Wesley love your so eager tonight”

“Please Angel”

“I thought I wore you out earlier but here you are begging for more”

I pant and whimper as he slows down making his strokes almost leisurely, I twist and wriggle but he holds my hips still and ever so gradually slides all the way back in.

“OhnopleaseAngelneedyoupleasepleasefuckme”

Another chuckle and he pulls out to the tip, I’m going to kill him for this. He pauses then speaks and I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate.

“Mmmm you feel so good, but you know what Wes, I think your going to owe me for this. I mean I was peacefully asleep and now you’ve got me hard again.”

I whimper some more and plead with him, I have to cum soon, this is killing me.

“Please Angel, anything just fuck me”

He pulls almost all the way out again and stops and I wriggle wanting him further back inside me again.

“Ah……… I think you should give me a head job in the office, what do you think Wes. Wanna blow me under the desk with the door unlocked. Cordy or Gunn or one of the others could walk right in and never see you there, on your knees with my cock in your sweet mouth.”

“Oh god yes anything, anywhere, please Angel”

The thought of sucking his cock with a possible audience did nothing to calm me down. If he asked I’d suck his cock in the lobby, in front of the combined LA gang and the scoobies and then bend over and let him fuck me.

“I’m going to hold you to that Wesley”

With that he slammed back into my body, his strokes hard and fast as he fucked me the way I wanted him to. My body shivered under the assault and I bucked as he repeatedly stroked across my prostate. I arched my neck and he licked along the length of it to my ear but he didn’t bite me, instead he kissed my shoulder and dropped his head back on the pillow. Tears of shame trickled out from under closed lids and even though he drove my body to release my heart ached painfully. With a groan he came his cock a pulsing hard presence in my ass as I contracted around him.

“I love you Wesley”

His voice was sleepy and he fell quickly back into dreams while I lay broken beside him, feeling his cock soften and slip from my body. His lips lay gently upon my neck, making my heart ache at the unfairness of it all. It shouldn’t be like this, I feel cheated, like somehow Angel and I are only going through the motions of being in love. Oh I know he’d protest, he tells me he loves me everyday, and I know I should just get on with it, love him back for as long as I can hold him. But that wont be long, it will be years in my lifespan and moments in his. The time between us will move slowly for a while and then it will fly past and when I die he will move on. And I will be a memory, a footnote, forgotten. We are not even mated, he doesn’t love me enough to do that. I’m not good enough to be a master’s mate, I’m only human, and a poor excuse for that too.

Even in his sleep his lips caress that spot on my neck and I choke back a whimper, arch a little more, trying without words to encourage him.

*Please Angel…….dammit just bite me*

His teeth graze my skin and I almost wish he wouldn’t do that, it’s a mockery of what I need. Those fangs are so close, even in his sleep he torments me, why can’t I be with him the way I need to be. The memory of Xander weak and shaking crosses my mind and I pause in my internal rant at the vision of pain and despair it evokes. But then in the next breath I see him whole and happy, his lover’s joy and relief as they embrace. And I seethe, I want that, I want to be happy, to have the love of my life for eternity, not to be yet another conquest that will be remembered briefly then fade away into anonymity.

Dawn breaks and I struggle to close my eyes and sleep, we will have to rise in a few hours. Cordelia will soon be here and she will know if I haven’t slept, I see her watching me sometimes and I know she feels something is wrong. She was happy that Angel and I got together, happier still when she knew his soul wasn’t in danger. She and Groo have been very supportive, more so than Gunn and Fred. Which in itself was quite surprising, Charles was a little standoffish for a while and Fred, dear Fred didn’t really understand. The concept of homosexual relationships was something she had not had much experience with. But to be fair they have both tried their best to be good friends but I can see the looks they give us and each other…..I’m afraid it will take some more time for them to adjust.

Sleep is slow in coming to me and I almost give up trying and just lie there listening to the early morning sounds of the city. Angel and I have taken a suite on one of the upper floors, even though it is properly refitted with sun proofing, some daylight still creeps in. The greyness of the room blurs and I feel sleep finally creeping in on me, outside the faint grind and crunch of cars lulls me off to rest.

I wake up alone, only the indentation on the pillow next to mine shows he’s even been here. Not a physical mark to show his claim on me, I blink back tears, such a show of weakness is not needed this early in the day. I dress and descend to the lobby, the musical sound of Cordelia’s laughter is a balm on my ragged self-esteem. As I enter I see Charles and Fred huddled close together perusing the newspaper, probably looking for a movie to go see. Cordelia is standing at the entrance to the office talking animatedly to someone inside, I assume its Groo because she has that glow about her that his presence invokes. Noises off to the side and I acknowledge the smiles and greetings as I head toward the kitchen. Sure enough my lover is there, leaning against the counter sipping at a warm mug of blood. He finishes it off and his demon face recedes, he holds out his arms and I sink gratefully into them.

“Good morning to you my love”

I raise my face and accept his tender kiss, on the outside I strive to appear as normal as possible.

“Good morning to you too Angel”

He looks at me, his face becoming concerned as I pull away and start to bustle around the kitchen getting myself some breakfast.

“Wesley…….are you…..ok?”

I glance up at him and smile trying to hide my insecurities from him.

“I’m fine”

I know that look, he’s on to me, he starts to speak but Cordelia comes to the door and interrupts him. She’s worried, and that strikes me as unusual, Cordelia is usually very confident of the outcomes of our work.

“Angel, there’s a problem”

“What’s the matter Cordy…vision”?

She comes into the room to stand next to him, her hand on his arm, her voice low.

“Yes, its Spike and Xander….. their in danger”

Angel hardens, I can see death in his eyes for anyone that endangers his beloved childe. The bitterness in my mental tone is even too much for me and I swallow it down.

“How, what did you see”?

“It wasn’t very clear, I saw Spike and Xander they were in pain. They were separated and when Spike died, Xander died as well. Like they were connected somehow.”

“Oh my lord”

Angel is already moving past Cordelia, but she reaches out a hand to stop him.

“There’s more”

I move to Angel’s side taking his hand and supporting him as Cordelia finishes her vision.

“I know who is trying to kill them, and they are not the only ones who will die if we don’t stop them. If my vision comes to pass all of the scoobies as well as all of us here in LA are at risk. Even Buffy and Giles wont be safe in England”

“Who”

Angel grates out the word, his whole manner is like ice, god help whoever has had the temerity to try and take us on.

“The Council”

Shock courses through me though I shouldn’t really be surprised, the Council of Watchers has been relegated to a minor role since Buffy refused to go back to being their puppet.

“Why would the Council try and kill us all, it doesn’t make any sense. Buffy is the Slayer, and even though she is incapacitated at the moment it doesn’t mean she won’t be able to resume her duties soon.”

Angel ran his hand through his hair, and I watch him as the wheels turn in his head.

“If Buffy is eliminated then a new slayer won’t be called, they would have to kill Faith to do that. And as far as I know she’s still in jail, but we cant be sure that she’ll be safe there. Cordelia you better see if you can warn her, Wesley and I will go to Sunnydale and save Spike and Xander.”

Cordelia nodded head iad in agreement, her eyes touched on mine and I saw the sympathy there.

“Groo, Gunn, Fred and I should be able to hold down the fort here, so take as long as is necessary. Tell Xan that I’m thinking of him and that he better stay alive or there will be hell to pay.”

Angel smiled and gave her a quick hug, I ran upstairs and threw some clothes in a bag for both of us and met him at the car. I put the top up on the convertible and he stretched out under a special tarp that had been fitted. It was clipped to the inside of the roof and arranged so that he had some room to move when it was up. I drove carefully not wanting the inconvenience of a speeding ticket. Angel tried calling Sunnydale but couldn’t raise anyone, which was a great cause for concern. I could see not being able to get any of the girls as they would be in classes for the day, but Spike should have been at home. Xander would be at work but his cell phone was out of range or turned off. The sign announcing Sunnydale was never a more welcome sight and the severely brooding vampire in the back seat even sighed in relief when we finally pulled up outside Xander and Spike’s house.
I parked as close to the house as I could and went and opened the front door with the key Xander had sent us. A slightly smoking Angel careered past me and into the cool dark of the house.

“Spike, Spike are you here”

Angel threw down the blanket he had used to cover himself on his short run from the car and bolted towards the bedroom. He flung open the door and hurled himself at the sleepy figure on the bed.

“What the fuck!”

“Spike thank god your alright”

Spike rubbed his eyes and smirked at his sire, trying to push him away so he could sit up.

“Peaches good to see you too, now geroff you big pillock”

Angel reluctantly let go allowing the glowering form of his favourite childe to raise himself up.

“Sorry”

“What the hell are you doing here, some of us have gotta sleep you know”

Angel sat back and contented himself with just looking at Spike as he berated him.

“Why didn’t you answer the damm phone, we’ve been trying to call for hours.”

Spike reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, he lit up and exhaled slowly before answering.

“Had a hard nite shagging my mate and was buggered, ok, so I was asleep. Xander probably turned down the volume on the phone so I wouldn’t be bothered.”

Angel looked at me and I turned and went to the phone, I picked it up and listened, chills ran down my spine as I returned to the bedroom.

“Its dead”

Spike frowned and Angel all but hauled him from the bed, picking up the jeans off the floor he threw them at his childe.

“Get dressed, we have to get out of here”

Spike started to dress, not quite able to resist the command in his sire’s voice.

“What’s goin on, where are we goin”

I looked around warily, as Angel and Spike talked but there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary about the house.

“We’ve got to find Xander”

“Ok peaches, he’s out at a site, we can go get him”

“No I’ll drop you two at the magic shop and you can call the university. Get Willow and Tara to go get Dawn and bring her back there, it will be safer if you’re all together.”

Spike looked about to argue but Angel held him back, his eyes found mine and I could see the concern there.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll go get Xander and meet you back at the shop, ok”

Angel crossed the distance between us and gathered me into his arms, kissing me tenderly, he brought a hand up to cup my face and spoke softly.

“Wesley be careful, I don’t want to lose you”

*Yet*

The insidious thought crossed my mind and I stiffened and stepped out of his arms. I saw the considering look that Spike gave me and ignored it asking instead for directions to Xander’s worksite. I wrote them down on a notebook and headed for the door with my covered vampires in tow. Minutes later I pulled up at the back entrance of the magic shop and let them out, the dark alley was sufficient cover from the sun. Angel stood next to the car door and leant down, his hand gripped my shoulder and I carefully shut my emotions behind a familiar door.

“Be careful Wes, I love you”

“I will, I’ll be back directly with Xander. I’ll see you then”

Angel frowned and stepped back, his brown eyes huge with unsaid emotion as I drove away. I blinked back the tears that always came with his declarations of love and concentrated on driving. Soon I was approaching the site, it was after lunch so the crews should have been back at work, but it was awfully quiet.

I parked the car next to Xander’s truck and headed towards the site office, the door was unlocked and I pushed it open cautiously. A strange smell hit me and I wavered, I saw Xander slumped unconscious over his desk and tried to turn around but the door was slammed shut behind me. I spun around and overbalanced, the odour of the room making my senses spin. I hit the floor and rolled onto my back, trying to sit up. A dark figure stood in front of me and I blinked trying to focus my eyes long enough to see who it was.

The person was wearing a protective gas mask and I couldn’t make out who it was. I was sat up and my hands were pulled behind my back and tied tight, I was left like that while my captor tied up Xander and dragged him from the room. A few minutes later I was forced to my feet and out the door. The fresh air revived me somewhat but not enough to allow me to break free. I was taken to the rear of a black van, inside I could see Xander still asleep. My captor removed the gas mask and I shivered as I heard a familiar voice speak softly in my ear.

“You should have stayed in LA Wesley, you might have lived a little longer”

I was shoved into the van and the last thing I saw was her form outlined in the afternoon sun before the doors clanged shut.

“Faith”

Her whispered name was lost in the sound of the engine roaring to life, Xander and I were captured and I had no way to let Angel know where we were.

“Oh god Angel”

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