•••

“Stop making that face. This is the last dose,” Angel said as Wil took the last of his medicine. The blonde grimaced as the stuff slid down his throat. He complained about the taste of the medication, but it worked. He could tell that his bones were pretty much knitted together and that all the soft tissue damage was repaired. Wil was very hopeful that once the paralyzing side effects of the drug wore off, he’d be able to stand up and walk around. Even if it took a couple more days, it would still be better than when he was stuck in a wheelchair for months, waiting for his back to heal.

He grinned as Angel pulled open his shirt, perhaps for the last time. When the dark vampire leaned over to let Wil feed, he refrained from immediately biting. Instead he ran his tongue down the vein, pressing gently. He could feel the blood there, fresh from when Angel had fed just a few minutes before. Wil dragged his lips along the same path as his tongue, relishing the tiny tremors he sensed. “Wil,” Angel growled.

Wil fastened his lips on a spot right over the vein and sucked hard for several seconds before morphing into gameface and sinking his fangs into his Sire’s throat. He purposefully drew out the exchange, sipping slowly and massaging the tender area with his tongue. By the time he’d drunk his fill, Angel was a whimpering mess.

“You know you’ll suffer later for that, don’t you?” Angel muttered as he buttoned his shirt. Wil just grinned.

“You’d threaten the wounded? Shame on you, Angel,” He said.

“Get some sleep, childe. I have work to do,” Angel replied, watching as Wil fell asleep right before his eyes. He couldn’t wait until the medicine was no more and Wil stayed awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

When he got downstairs, the entire gang was waiting for him. “Can’t you make him a bottle or something? That takes forever!” Cordelia whined. “We’ve got to go, now!”

“What’s with her? She’s usually not this worked up over anything less than a shoe sale,” Angel asked Wesley.

“I heard that, mister, and you’re going to pay for it later,” Cordelia snarled.

“Demons plotting to blow up the mall,” Wesley replied.

Angel smiled. “See?”

“During a sale period,” Oz continued. Angel began to look really smug. “With thousands of people crowded in the place.” Angel’s face fell.

“Oh.”

Cordelia gave him a pointed glare. “I really hate being the butt of all your shallow-girl jokes, Angel, and I’m gonna tell Wil about it when he gets better and you actually let us see him.”

Oh shit. “That’ll be awhile,” Angel said, lying a little.

“Can we go?” Gunn asked, impatient to get started. “The demons aren’t going to wait for us to resolve our little personality clashes.”

•••

Cordelia was filing her nails at the desk the next evening when Wil walked into the office. The second she saw him, she jumped up. “Wil!” She ran over to help him sit down.

“I’m fine, Delia,” Wil said, fending her off. He really was fine. Oh, it would be a week or so before he was back in top fighting condition, but he was already stronger than the average human and quite steady on his feet.

“Does Angel know you’re up?” She asked worriedly. “Because he’s been pretty protective of you.”

Wil rolled his eyes. “How did you figure that out? Besides the fact that I saw you and the others for no more than five minutes a day, total, for the past two weeks?”

She grinned. “He felt responsible and wanted to take care of you.”

Wil returned the smile. “And he did a bloody good job of it. But I’m better now.”

“Good, because we’re busy,” She said. “And you can just start filing the paperwork from the last four jobs.”

Wil took the huge stack of papers and went over to the filing cabinets. Settling down at the small desk there, he began the task of sorting out receipts and notes. After a few minutes he was so frustrated by Xander’s handwriting he was about to offer to either take dictation or hire a secretary just to decipher it.

When Gunn, Xander and Fred returned, they found Wil swearing over the filing and Cordelia mopping up a cup of coffee she’d spilled. “Wil? You’re up?” Xander asked disbelievingly.

“I’m beginning to wish I weren’t, whelp. Come here,” Wil said. When Xander arrived, he thrust several papers in front of him. “Did you see fourteen ice green cones, forty-five Martin Sheen clones or thirty milky scones?”

Xander stared down at the paper. “Four fries, two hamburgers and a coke,” He translated.

Spike dropped his head into his hands. “Shoot me, please.”

“Nah, that’s too easy,” Xander replied. “Where’s Angel? I figured that he’d be here if you were out of bed.”

“Angel, Oz and Wesley are checking out that book store across town,” Cordelia said. “They’ll be back any time.”

Sure enough, before Xander had even gotten comfortable, the rest of the gang came home.

“Fred! I found a copy of the Matrix Murinus!” Wesley shouted, waving a thick text high in the air.

Fred smiled weakly. “Well, there goes the weekend.”

“Wil?” Angel whispered, seeing the blonde sitting in the office.

Wil was beginning to get a bit put out at everyone’s surprise at his recovery. “I’m fine, Angel, but I’m tired of lying in bed all day doing nothing.”

Angel nodded, not wanting to upset an obviously touchy Wil. He thought it might have to do with the papers he was waving around. “Hungry?”

Wil nodded, so Angel went downstairs to heat up some blood. Meanwhile, the others dumped more paperwork on Cordelia’s desk and split up to entertain themselves. When Angel returned, he found Wil alone in the office, much more relaxed.

The blonde accepted the huge mug of blood from Angel, amused that his Sire was trying to fatten him up. After he drained the mug, he set it down by Angel’s and stood. “I think I’ll go upstairs now. It’s been a long day,” He said, yawning a little.

When he reached the stairs, he turned back to Angel. “You’re coming, aren’t you?” After a moment, Angel got up to follow.

•••

Wil hadn’t even made it fully into the room before Angel started to pick him up. He opened his mouth to complain that he was more than capable of taking care of himself, but stopped when he realized that Angel’s intent wasn’t to baby him. The dark vampire was pulling at his clothes, nipping along his neck.

This didn’t bother Wil one bit. He returned the favor, disrobing Angel slowly. When they were finally unclothed, Angel pushed Wil toward the bed, knocking both of them off balance so they fell upon it. Wil immediately rolled on top of Angel, kissing him deeply. By the time he pulled away, Angel had stilled under him, focused entirely on the kiss. Wil smiled softly and reached for the night stand.

Angel made to move, but Wil stopped him with a look. The older vampire lay back, waiting to see what Wil had planned. The blonde slicked up a finger with the lube he’d retrieved and reached between Angel’s legs, painting random lines of cool gel here and there. “You did fairly well, but you didn’t get the technique quite right,” Wil said. Angel shuddered at the memory of their last encounter, where Wil had watched him pleasure himself.

Wil stroked and pushed a finger just inside Angel’s body, twisting it slightly. A moment later he pushed farther in, finding and pressing on Angel’s prostate. “I move more slowly than you, but deeper,” Wil said, easing a second gelled finger into Angel’s body. Angel watched him with hot eyes as the blonde began to scissor his fingers and twist them inside his body. After several more torturous minutes, Wil added a third finger, also cool and slick.

“Bend a little more at the knuckle, like this,” Wil tutored, simultaneously demonstrating. By this time Angel was writhing, wondering when Wil would decide he was stretched enough to be fucked. The time hadn’t come, though, because instead of withdrawing, Wil inserted a fourth finger. Angel felt incredibly full and unusually hot, due to the constant pressure on his prostate.

Wil watched Angel’s eyes close as he pressed further into his body. Once Angel had adjusted to the fourth finger, Wil twisted and folded his hand, making room for his thumb. Angel’s eyes flew open comically wide as Wil’s fist slid into his body. “Wil…”

The blonde kept pushing until his entire hand was encased in tight flesh. Angel panted, wanting Wil to do something, move or speak or anything. Wil stared at Angel, willing him to calm down. Once he was, Wil began to move his hand. Angel’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt unbelievable pain/pleasure race through his body. Then Wil began to open his fist a little, spreading his fingers as he moved.

Angel screamed a high, keening sound that rang off the walls. Wil reached over and caught his ejaculate in his mouth as Angel climaxed hard. Once the dark vampire’s muscles had relaxed, Wil carefully extracted his hand, soothing Angel’s shudders with the other. Once Angel had stopped shaking, Wil moved up to lie next to him.

It was several minutes before Angel recovered enough to reach over for Wil. He pulled the blonde close, holding him against his body. Wil tucked his head into the crook of Angel’s neck and sighed. He was aroused, almost unbearably so, but knew that it might be a long time before Angel decided to do anything about it. A tremor raced through the dark vampire every once in a while as his body came down.

Eventually, though, Angel nudged Wil’s head and bent down to drop nibbling kisses along his jaw line. Wil squirmed, trying to get closer. Other than the feedings and a touch here and there, he’d been deprived of contact for almost two months—ever since before being sucked through the portal. He knew that it had been far longer for Angel, who had spent five months alone before he got back.

Angel released Wil briefly as he moved to sit up against the wall behind the bed. He pulled Wil back against him, cradling his childe in his lap. Wil leaned back against Angel’s chest, reveling in the feel of his Sire’s hands roaming over his body, pinching and tickling here and there, never resting on one spot for more than a few seconds.

His earlier release had been shattering, so Angel felt no hurry this time. The weight of Wil’s body was a pleasant ache against his growing erection, and the scent of Wil’s arousal brought a smile to his face. When the blonde squirmed to press himself into Angel’s hands, he grinned. Perhaps it was time to pay Wil back for some of the torturing he’d done while he was bedridden. He reached for the lube Wil had discarded as he pushed his closed legs between Wil’s and spread them open, exposing his lover to his hands.

Wil moaned softly at the first touch of Angel’s hands. The moan deepened to a plaintive growl as one strong finger breached his hole, working its way inside. “But you like what I do, don’t you, Wil?” Angel murmured into Wil’s ear. “Faster and a little harder,” He said, punctuating his words by adding another finger and pushing roughly against Wil’s prostate. The blonde arched back, panting, as Angel opened his body.

Angel laughed silently at his childe’s writhing. Withdrawing his fingers, he coated his erection. Placing a hand on either side of Wil’s waist, he lifted his childe off his lap. “Wil…” He murmured, waiting for the blonde to complete the implicit command.

After a moment, Wil reached down, positioning Angel at his hole. Angel lowered him slowly, enjoying each centimeter of Wil’s body as it encased him. The tight, cool flesh was always a welcome surprise. Each time he entered Wil, he marveled at how perfect this could feel.

Wil collapsed again, laying the full weight of his upper body back onto Angel. It had been far too long since their last coupling. Once his body had adjusted to the intrusion, he shifted a little, hoping that Angel would move.

Instead of thrusting, Angel lifted one of Wil’s legs, bending it so that Wil was kneeling on it. He repeated the maneuver with the other leg, giving Wil the leverage to move himself. The blonde caught on immediately, lifting himself almost all the way off Angel before sinking back down. Both vampires hissed at the sensation of flesh dragging along flesh.

Once Wil had begun a steady, if slow, rhythm, Angel wrapped one arm around his waist. The other arm slid lower, crossing his groin and pinning his leaking cock to his stomach. Leaning his head forward a little, Angel captured the side of Wil’s throat with his mouth. He felt the blonde quake when he shifted into gameface and thrilled to the low cry he gave out when Angel’s fangs just pierced the surface of his skin. He let his fangs go a bit deeper, just touching the vein there. Every movement Wil made rubbed the vein against Angel’s fangs, teasing both of them.

Wil waited for Angel to finish the bite, to take what was by rights his, just as he was taking Wil’s body. He tightened himself around Angel, sliding up and pausing before relaxing and lowering himself. He shuddered as Angel’s cock pushed against his prostate, sending lightening up his spine again. Still Angel hovered just short of the bite. Wil could feel that ecstasy so close and grew impatient with his lover, so he jerked upward suddenly, impaling himself on Angel’s fangs.

Angel grinned around Wil’s neck as his lover lost control and finished it for him. He held on carefully, just nicking the vein. He wanted this to last a long time, to show Wil just what all those feedings felt like. So instead of drawing deeply of his childe’s sweet blood, he shifted his fangs a little and lapped up what ran freely from the wounds. So long as he kept worrying the punctures occasionally, blood would flow in a steady trickle for hours, or as long as they could stand it.

Wil convulsed when he felt Angel’s fangs breach the vein and begin to draw out his blood. He welcomed the almost painful bliss they brought, the craving for completion. Angel wasn’t pulling hard, drawing his blood away in deep swallows like he normally did. Instead, he was sipping slowly, dragging out the bite. So instead of being hurled into climax, he was being floated on a razor’s edge, not quite able to go over into completion.

The blonde began to move faster, working himself on Angel’s cock at a feverish pace. The bite drove him along, its tantalizing pleasure consuming him. He lost sight of everything but climax, needing it even as he lost sight of the end. Angel continued to drink gently of his childe, allowing Wil to ride him however he wished. He knew that Wil wouldn’t find orgasm like this, not with the way he was drawing out his blood, nor with his cock pinned against his body and receiving almost no stimulation. The blonde wouldn’t find reprieve until Angel granted it to him.

Wil’s hands scrabbled along Angel’s body and the bed, looking for purchase. He grasped onto the blanket under him, using the bed to push himself harder. Harsh panting and the slide of his body against Angel’s were the only sounds in the room as Wil struggled toward the bliss that eluded him. He wasn’t far from begging, if he could find his voice.

“Sire.” Angel oriented on the choked voice. Wil was obviously near the breaking point, his body shuddering and quaking. He didn’t want to hurt the newly healed vampire, nor did he want to emotionally torture him. Moving his arm so that he could fist Wil’s cock, Angel drove his fangs deep, giving Wil what he craved.

A high, unearthly scream filled the air as Wil froze, his face contorted in a rictus of absolute pleasure, his body frozen as every nerve sang at once. Just seeing Wil like that brought Angel to his own shuddering climax. He withdrew his fangs just before it hit, letting his head fall back against the wall as he thrust up into his lover.