Perfection
Awaits by Elinora
Angel/Wesley
M/M Slash
Angel Season Four
Author's Note
A
bit of a grope in an alley...
Another
Flashfic pairing chosen for me, but this was one I could deal with wtihout going
into uber-research mode. Flashfics are limited to 1000 words, and
I believe it came in right on target. The word limit was the hardest
part, and why Wes doesn't get much to say in this story. In
fact, I had to cut out most of his dialogue, poor guy. The
recipient's request was "Nothing
horribly depressing or even mildly depressing, though I don't mind a touch of
angst".
Needless to say, I found the "angst without depression"
a challenge. Well, there is not much of Season Four in which Angel and
Wes weren't depressed, but luckily Jasmine came along to cheer our guys up.
Beta'd by the Beautious keswindhover, to whom I offer much love.
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Perfection Awaits...
The sewer grates let through the last rays of full sunlight. In mere minutes
he will be able to walk freely on the streets. Until then, they'll wait here
together. Then they'll stalk the avenues once more in search of the dammed elusive
Fred.
Fred, who scorned Jasmine's offering of love and redemption, and chose to live
in that bleak world all by herself. Alone and lonely, like he used to be, before
Jasmine came and made life wonderful.
No so many weeks earlier, Wesley would have left him there and gone on ahead.
Not a thought for Angel. Colder now, and much more independent, Wesley had proved
he could fight the fight on his own this year.
Angel prefers him here, pressed up against the wall. He's glad they are friends
again. He tries to think what forced them apart last year, but he can't quite
get his mind around it. It had something to do with hurting Connor; but Connor
is back at the Hyperion dancing attendance on Jasmine.
Lucky Connor.
Things must be all right, then.
How long has it been since he felt this serene? Years, decades, centuries? But
that doesn't matter now, Jasmine has seen to that. Angel knows he has
found peace and love forever, and wishes he could share it with everyone he
ever knew, or killed.
That's a tall order, so right now he'll make a start with Wesley.
Jasmine does not like her boys to be unhappy; it creates discord in her perfect
peaceful universe. Both are happy to oblige.
Wes still tastes a bit like Lilah, and Angel is determined to change that. He
had started by licking behind Wesley's ear, and now slowly he was working his
way across his throat. He slides his tongue over the still prominent scar, tracing
the small imperfections in the skin as if he was mapping out a path to ecstasy.
Wesley's arms wrap around behind Angel's neck, one hand in his hair, pulling
the two of them even closer together.
As his mouth moves over Wesley's neck, he brushes his elongated teeth against
the prominent veins on the side of his throat. There was a time when he would
have pressed much harder here, and demanded more recompense, but not now. Jasmine
has calmed Angel's demon in a way he never could. He is hers, totally. Mostly.
Except for the parts currently wrapped around Wesley, responding to the hypnotic
sway of a warm body and soul in his grasp.
A hand firmly on each of Wesley's hips, crotch to crotch, torso to torso, Angel's
mouth presses down at the point where the throat meets the shoulder. Vampires
have more than a passing familiarity with this part of the body, and he used
to know just what that spot was called, but he cannot recall it right now. Whatever.
It makes Wes moan for him to suck on it, and that is good, right?
Wes is mostly silent, apart from the moaning and some occasional off-key humming,
but his body writhes appreciatively under the attention. They do not talk, who
needs to speak when life is perfect?
Almost perfect.
Neither of them really understood what went down with Fred. She was so dear
to them before, but now, if Jasmine asked, they would hunt her down and eat
her. Well, Angel would. Wesley could perhaps watch, and document the achievement.
They could talk about it later, about how they made Jasmine's world a better
place.
Jasmine needs them, and that makes them happy. In return, Angel likes to make
Jasmine happy. And if that means showing the world her love, where better to
start than with family.
Wes is still humming, but his eyes have opened. Angel cannot ever remember studying
those eyes so closely before and now seems a good time to catch up. Forehead
pressed to forehead they smile at each other for a long long moment, then mouth
covers mouth and tongues entwine. Angel pulls Wesley's hips closer to his own,
and leans him back against the graffiti covered wall.
The wall says that Jasmine loves them.
He carefully wraps his hands around Wesley's throat, as he vaguely remembers
doing last year. Last year though, he thinks he pressed a bit harder, and he
doesn't remember stopping to slide his tongue into Wesley?s mouth.
Last year was about unhappiness and violence. Last year was about treachery,
betrayal, and loss.
This year is about Jasmine, love, and forgiveness.
Unless Jasmine is endangered, violence and wickedness will no longer be Angel's
way of life.
He tastes the sharp metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Swiftly Angel retracts
his fangs and returns to human face. Both faces love Jasmine, and she them,
and she does not care which he uses. It's proving a bit hard on Wesley's mouth,
though, so he takes his human profile.
He can feel the taste of Wesley's blood grappling to control his body and mind,
but Jasmine's song is stronger, more clear, and far richer.
"Fred .. She is near to you. Bring her back to us Angel, bring her back unharmed"
They hear this in their minds together, of course, and it takes just a few moments
for legs, arms and mouths to un-entangle. Wesley moves softly past Angel and
steps to the mouth of the tunnel. Cautiously, he peers out the grate.
He glances back, sharing that happy grin Angel hasn?t seen for such a long time.
"The sun is down, it's safe to go out now."
Centuries of waiting for moonlight have left Angel intimately in tune with the
actions of heavenly bodies; he doesn't need anyone to tell him when the last
dangerous rays have deserted the sky.
"Thanks for checking, Wes." Angel leans forward and slides the grate aside,
clearing the path to the sidewalk. "We have to find Fred now, for Jasmine."
"For Jasmine," agrees Wesley, waiting to walk beside him as they leave.
Together, they fall into step.
Perfection awaits
fin