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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
#37: 'Reprise'

This is set following
directly after the episode 'Reprise'

Chapter 5 – Second try

Cordelia was about to leave
the office, when the phone rang for the third time. This was really
getting annoying. Walking back to their desk, she quickly picked up
the phone. “Hi,
you've reached Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless. Gunn?”

“Got
anything new, going on there?”

“Not
much. No new cases, but Angel was here earlier. Wesley tried to stop
him from taking a book and burst his stitches.”

“He
okay?”

“I'm
not sure. He said that he's ok, but he sounded miserable to me. And
he's taken tomorrow off. Maybe you could go check on him.”

“Can
do. Bye, Cordy.”

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Sitting on his couch, Wesley tried to remember if he had ever felt
this miserable before. Virginia breaking up with him was just the
final blow he had needed to get completely down. Not that he hadn't
expected it, just that it came at a time, when he would have needed
her company.

Alone. Completely and utterly alone. He had just generally fucked
up, because if he hadn't there would be somebody left, who cared
about him. Angel had left to go lawyer-hunting, Cordelia didn't
really consider him a friend, Virginia had finally ended their
relationship and Gunn was what hurt most in the great picture.

It wasn't his fault, that Angel abandoned them or Virginia left
and he couldn't influence what Cordelia thought about him, but Gunn
was his own fault. Now that his chance had passed, he found himself
longing for the other man like he had never done before. But there
was no way he could make amends for what he had done, for staying
silent, when Gunn put his heart in his hands.

He really was the complete screw-up his father had always believed
him to be. There was no denying it, now that he had wasted his one
chance at happiness. He wanted to get dead drunk and simply forget
all the pain he felt, but it wouldn't mix well with the pain
medication he was already taking. The term pain medication was really
hilarious from his point of view. It effectively numbed the pain in
his body, but it did nothing for the pain in his heart.

Clutching the pillow he was holding closer to his chest, Wesley
stared off into the semi-darkness, his thoughts wandering back to
Gunn. And finally the tears started pouring down his face, attempting
to create a flood, that could wash all the
hurt away, but no matter how much he cried, it didn't help.

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He was so deep in his misery, that he didn't hear the door bell at
first. But when he did, Wesley simply tried to ignore it. He wasn't
in the mood to talk to whomever stood out there. The ringing stopped
after a few seconds, but his visitor started banging on the door and
calling out to him.

“Wes? Are you there?” Gunn. Definitely somebody he
didn't want to face right now.

“Wes? Are you okay? If you are ok, open the damn door or I'm
gonna break it down.” Gunn sounded worried? Maybe he could
still make everything alright, if only he found the courage to say
what he felt.

“I'm fine.” Getting into his wheelchair, he rolled
over to the door. His eyes were puffy and red from crying, the tear
tracks barely dried on his face. When he opened the door, Gunn
gasped in shock at his appearance.

Not thinking much about it, Gunn took Wesley into his arms.
Whatever had happened, the Englishman obviously needed the comfort
even if he didn't return his affections. They were still friends
after all. Wesley mumbled something into his shoulder, but it was
completely muffled and mixed up with crying. The few words Gunn could
make out, weren't making much sense. Standing back up, he motioned
over to Wesley's couch.

“Let's sit and try again.”

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The two of them were sitting on the couch as much space as
possible between them. After a small eternity, Wesley finally began
to talk: “I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I should have
talked, but I didn't know what and how and...”

“Wes. What the hell are you apologizing for?”

Wesley looked to the floor, twirling his fingers unsure what to
say. He was afraid, that Gunn wouldn't believe him, but his
insecurity had got him into this situation in the first place. Most
likely he would never forgive himself, if he chickened out once
again. Assembling all the courage he could muster, Wesley started to
speak.

“I'm sorry for what happened at the hospital.” Gunn
was about to interrupt him, but Wesley
continued. “I wasn't sure how I felt about you, but after you
left, it was all suddenly clear. I love you, Gunn. And I hope, that
you can forgive me my stupidy and give me a chance...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Gunn sealed his lips with his
own. Their kiss was desperate, fueled by the need to make up for all
the time they had wasted. Eventually they had to break apart to
breathe, both slightly panting.

“Gunn, I...”

Wesley was immediately silenced again, when Gunn pulled him
against his chest, comfortably spread out on the couch. “We're
both pretty dumb, English.”

“Yes, I noticed that too.”

“What about you and Virginia?”

“We broke up, but it has nothing to do with us. We were
falling apart for a long time already.”

Satisfied with that answer, Gunn carefully
slid out from under Wesley and straddled the Englishman's hips. “Got
any idea on how long I've wanted this?”

Instead of answering, Wesley captured Gunn's lips in another kiss.
Their tongues joined in an intricate dance, while Gunn's fingers
slowly slid the house robe off Wes'
shoulders. Breaking their kiss, Gunn nibbled at the lighter man's
collar bone, his hands sliding lower on Wesley's lithe body. A sudden
groan of pain caused Gunn to immediately stop his ministrations.

“Wes, are you ok? Cordy said you burst your stitches.”

“It's ok, but maybe we have to take it a little slow for
now.”

Grinning wickedly, Gunn pressed a quick kiss to Wesley's navel,
before sliding lower and unbuttoning his trousers. Shoving pants and
underwear out of the way, he was finally able to stroke the
Englishman's half-erect dick. Gunn let his
hand slide lazily up and down, focusing his attention on Wesley's
face. He was surprised by the wanton expression and the loud moans
escaping his lover. Still waters run deep, seemed to fit for Wesley.

Wesley's hands were massaging his scalp, when he finally took the
now completely hardened cock into his mouth. He could hear Wesley
groan, while he teased the head with his tongue, tasting the first
traces of salty pre-cum there. He held Wesley's hips down, when he
took him deeper, his tongue still swirling around the throbbing
shaft.

The closer he drew to orgasm, the less of his proper education
remained and when Gunn finally took him all the way in, he started
cursing in the most colorful way. He would
have liked to prolong his pleasure, but Gunn's mouth on his dick was
too good and he had wanted it for too long. His climax surged through
his body, replacing all the miserable feelings of before with a
purely euphoric haze. Coming down from his orgasm
he looked at Gunn, who was still licking the last remaining drops of
cum from his slowly softening prick. One of the most erotic sights
Wesley had ever seen.

When Gunn kissed him again, he could taste himself on his lover's
tongue. He could feel Gunn's hardness insistingly
press into his thigh, demanding his
immediate attention. Wesley tried to slide down to return the favor,
but winced, when a bolt of pain shot
through his side.

“Be careful, Wes. Don't want you burstin' your stitches.”
Gunn gently flipped them over, letting Wes lie on his chest. They
shared another deep kiss, before Gunn spoke again. “Didn't know
you even knew some of the words you used.” That got him a
blushing Englishman, who tried to distract him by rubbing his cock
through his pants. And the trick was working amicably.

“Could you...get them...open at least.” Trying to
speak in spite of his heavy breathing, Gunn
rushed the words out. His breathlessness made Wes smile, but before
he could continue his ministrations Gunn's mobile started to ring.

“Wes, please just ignore it.”

“And if Cordy had a vision of someone needing our help?”

“I'm needing your help, man!” Seeing Wesley's
expression Gunn grumbled, but he reached for his phone. It was a
short call, during which Gunn spoke very little. But when he was
finished a frown was creasing his forehead and he looked worried.

“Is everything ok, Gunn?”

“No. I gotta go. My old gang needs me real bad, they have
found a nest of vampires and want me to go with 'em.”

“I could come with you.”

“No. Burstin' your stitches once a day is enough. Guess I
won't be back today.” Rolling out from under Wesley, he settled
his ruffled appearance, before pressing a deep kiss to his lover's
mouth. When their lips finally parted, he walked to the door.

“Gunn?” He turned around to Wesley, who had a nice
freshly-fucked look on his face. “Don't get hurt.”

“Sure. Bye, Wes.” And he was out of the door.

TBC...
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