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“Why are Fyarl demons always so messy?” Xander asked as they got back to the hotel. Not one of them had managed to avoid getting liberally splattered with thick blood during their successful attempt to preserve the lives of several of Los Angeles’ most stubborn homeless. The fight would have been easier had all the residents of the shelter left when the fire alarm went off. As it was, they got in the way, so the battle was difficult, confusing, and messy to boot. At least they had Oz’s van to replace Gunn’s truck as yucky-person transport. The vampires were also nasty, but they had opted to return home through the sewers.

“So, are you and Oz planning on doing the nasty tonight?” Cordelia asked Xander. The van lurched a little as Oz started at the question.

“What?” Xander yelped. “I thought you said you weren’t going to bring that up!” No matter how hard he tried, he was still very loud during sex, to the point that Wil had earnestly offered to install acoustical board in his apartment to dull the sound. Cordelia had ragged him unmercifully about it.

“No, I said that I would endeavor to refrain from commenting on your personal life,” Wesley said primly. “However, it would be most considerate of you to answer the question so that Miss Chase and I are able to determine where we should go to spend the evening and how long we should stay away.”

Xander was tempted to tell them to just get a hotel room, that his and Oz’s stamina was such that tonight might just end up being a record-breaking marathon. He didn’t, though. “If it bothers you that much, we can always go out instead.” It was no hardship for he and Oz to go out to the rocks; the place held a lot of memories for the pair. Besides, nothing out there complained if he howled his pleasure to the moon.

“Ah, it doesn’t really bother us, Xander, you’re just so easy to mess with,” Cordelia replied. Actually, she thought it was kind of hot. Gunn didn’t mind it when she got turned on by the demon’s howling, and from what she could smell, Wesley and Fred suffered the same effects. What got sort of weird was when Xander picked up on Wil and Angel. Vampire stamina being what it was meant that they could go all night. That meant that Xander went just as long—which meant that the others either had to do so as well or go somewhere else to escape the noise. There were days when Cordelia wanted to advertise the hotel as a brothel or something. Lorne had said more than once that the pheromones Angel Investigations put out more than doubled the number of customers he had in a given night. Apparently the demon population didn’t mind hearing Xander scream.

When they got back to the hotel, the grimy troops marched into the lobby, heading for their quarters. As they reached the stairs, a high-pitched scream stopped them. “Wil?” Wesley whispered. Was there something wrong with the vampire?

Cordelia frowned as the scream became hoarse and died out. “What the hell?”

Xander cocked his head, and then backed up a few steps. “Um…anybody else get the sudden urge to try out a nice hotel across town?”

“Huh?” Cordelia muttered. “What are you talking about?”

“Um…Wil’s not in any trouble, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Xander replied. “Believe me, I know. I mean, I’m not going to mind staying here, but you two, well, you’re gonna get real cozy with your hands if you do.”

Realization struck the other three. “Miss Chase, if you would do the honors of fetching a few damp cloths from the kitchen on our way out, we should be able to clean one of us up to the point that a hotel will rent us a room or two. Xander, I believe each of us has a set of spare clothes in the hall closet—“ Wesley was cut off by another low howl coming from upstairs. He idly wondered if they would still be doing that when Lorne opened for the evening. It would make for an interesting night. “And if you would retrieve them, we shall be on our way,” He finished.

•••

“I know I’m supposed to like blood, being a vampire an’ all, but this stuff is disgusting,” Wil said, wiping his hand on the sewer wall as he and Angel briskly walked home.

Angel grimaced. “I know what you mean. How did you ever live with them, even as minions?”

“Damned if I know, looking back on it,” Wil responded. “Did you leave the trap door unlatched?” If Angel hadn’t, they would have to wait for the others to arrive—or break the latch themselves.

“Of course I did, Wil. I knew we’d be coming back. Besides, how would I have latched it from down here?” Angel replied.

Wil flicked a speck of blood in Angel’s eye. “Jackass,” He hissed, trotting ahead.

“Get back here, Wil!” Angel said, chasing after his childe. Wil ignored him, other than to laugh over his shoulder. Angel kept up easily, but Wil had gotten enough of a head start that he wouldn’t be able to catch him.

Opening the trap door slowed Wil down a little. Once he was inside the hotel, he momentarily pondered locking Angel down there. Nah, that was cruel…and it was sure to ruin any chance for lovemaking later…something Wil was counting on happening. Instead of locking his Sire out, Wil ran upstairs to Angel’s apartment. The dark vampire would be looking for him in his own suite, which would buy the blonde more time.

When Angel got to the trap door, he was surprised to find it unlatched. He had thought that Wil would have locked him out. Shrugging at his good fortune, Angel climbed up and locked the door behind him. Once upright, he too ran upstairs, heading for Wil’s apartment. If Wil wanted to play, so be it.

Angel looked around Wil’s place, wondering why his childe wasn’t there—hadn’t even been there. Where was he? After a moment, Angel stopped to listen…he heard water running—in his own place? They hadn’t been there much for the past months, other than to clean and dust occasionally.

The door to his apartment was standing wide open, so Angel closed it behind him, locking it securely. He heard Wil moving around in the bathroom, showering off the sticky demon blood. The bathroom door was standing wide open, letting steam billow out. When Angel stepped inside the bathroom, he saw Wil, stripped naked, just getting into the shower. Wil looked up at him and held out a hand. “Join me?”

Angel removed his clothes in record time and got into the hot shower with Wil. Once the door closed behind them, he stepped down the steps into the deep tub that made up the base of the shower. Wil was already lathering up, trying desperately to get rid of the noxious goo. Angel realized that the cleanup job had to come before any play, so he copied Wil’s movements, using the strongest soap in the shower to strip the blood off his skin and out of his hair.

He was so immersed in washing, trying to get done, that Angel didn’t notice that the shower drain had been closed until the water was nearly up to his knees. At some point Wil had put in the stopper and turned on one of the other faucets that served the tub. It was big enough that Angel thought of it as a small pool—he’d taunted Wil about its size and opulence when he’d first seen it. Actually, he was surprised that they hadn’t played in it more, considering how frequently they made love.

Wil reached over to wipe at the last traces of blood on Angel’s back, where it had soaked through his shirt but that the dark vampire couldn’t reach. Angel shuddered under his touch, moving back to encourage him. They both hissed when skin met skin as Wil pulled Angel to him, plastering himself along Angel’s back. “Wil…” Angel murmured, wondering what the younger vampire had planned.

Wil pushed Angel down, until they were both immersed in the water. He moved over to shut off the overhead shower and the faucet, since the tub was full enough for them. He then straddled Angel and began to trace his lover’s face with his hands and lips, teasing at Angel’s mouth occasionally. After a moment, Angel growled and reached up with both hands to grasp Wil’s face, holding him still while he ravaged his mouth.

Wil cried out as Angel took complete control of the kiss, drawing deeply of his mouth, sucking hard on his lips and tongue. He arched against the dark vampire, trying to fuse them together as one being. Angel moved his hands down to Wil’s hips, grinding them together briefly before moving on.

Wil moaned as Angel broke the kiss to look around him. After a moment, he found what he was looking for. “You know, I’ve always wanted to know what you were thinking, having this installed,” Angel said, picking up the shower massager lying on one side of the tub. Wil’s eyes widened. He’d gotten it because the damned things felt good on his back after a long day in the library, but the gleam in Angel’s eyes told him that the dark vampire had other ideas. That should have frightened him…and it did, just a little.

Angel turned on the massager, fiddling with the settings until he found one he liked. He then pulled Wil back to him and resumed their kiss, using the massager very innocently on the tense muscles of Wil’s shoulders. Wil soon returned the kiss with relish, lulled into relaxing by the innocuous nature of Angel’s use of the massager.

Slowly but surely, Angel worked the massager down Wil’s back, never straying too far too fast, until he had the thing pounding at Wil’s lower back. He’d worked very carefully so that Wil wouldn’t catch on to what he was doing, and so far it had worked nicely. The blonde didn’t even realize that Angel had also worked his legs apart and around Angel’s waist, opening him to Angel’s perusal. Angel braced his feet against the side of the tub and pushed his back against one wall before dropping the massager down a few inches to pulse against Wil’s hole.

The resulting shriek was rather gratifying for Angel. The look on Wil’s face wasn’t too bad either. The blonde’s eyes widened and a moan fell unnoticed from his lips as warm water rippled against his sensitive flesh. “Angel, what are you do—“ Another scream interrupted his question as Angel switched the setting on the massager to something with a bit more force. He also pressed it more tightly against Wil, so that no matter how the blonde squirmed, the water was always pushing at him, opening him up.

Wil draped himself over Angel, clawing at him as he tried to find some sort of relief. The water was maddening, like ten thousand little fingers stroking his hole, pushing just a little. He tightened his legs around Angel’s waist, rubbing their cocks together. Water sloshed around Angel’s neck, the water level still rising slowly. Angel wasn’t worried, though; there was still a long way to go before the tub filled to capacity.

“Angel!” Wil cried, trembling, as the dark vampire changed the massager yet again, to a single jet that pushed further inside him. Wil arched and scrabbled against him, but Angel just wrapped a free arm around him and pushed back against the wall, trapping Wil’s legs should he try to move away. Wil bent his head down to Angel’s throat and began to suckle, not breaking the skin. The suction grew as Angel turned the water knobs on the wall higher, making the water stream not only harder but hotter as well.

Wil was burning up from the inside out. A hot jet of water was pulsing inside him, making lightening flash behind hid eyelids. He kept nursing Angel’s skin and clawing at his arms, knowing that he would have to endure the exquisite agony until Angel decided to end it.

When he was pretty sure Wil was beyond conscious thought, Angel turned off the water and laid aside the massager. Wil immediately stilled, although he didn’t release Angel’s flesh. The dark vampire gave him a moment to recover, then pulled him away from his body, turned him, and pushed him hard against the far wall of the shower. While Wil was groaning and trying to turn around, Angel grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the collection of toiletries on the edge of the tub and flipped it open. He then submerged the bottle and pressed it against Wil’s hole, filling the blonde with the liquid lubricant. Wil squealed at the sensation, squirming to get free. Angel put the bottle back on the edge of the tub, then pushed himself flush against Wil, placing the hard head of his cock against the blonde’s gaping, quivering hole. “Wil?”

After a moment, Angel heard a gasped ‘please’ so he pushed forward, sinking into amazingly hot, soft flesh. Wil shuddered and jerked as his over sensitized flesh was stretched once again. Once he was fully inside, Angel stopped for a moment to let Wil gain a bit of control, even though he wanted to just start pounding into the blonde.

Wil sighed in relief as Angel pulled him away from the wall and let them float back toward the steps. The hot water in the tub enticed him to relax, despite the tension that Angel had built in him over the last half-hour. He was so pliant that he didn’t even comment when Angel maneuvered him to lie against the stairs so that they would have some form of resistance.

Angel slid smoothly in and out of Wil. The baby oil dropped the friction between them to almost nothing, so Angel had to hold on tightly to stay inside him. Wil grasped either side of the low steps that led into the tub, bracing his feet on the sides so that he was immobile. The tub was wide enough that the action spread him as far open as he could be. Angel thrust deeper, loving the soft moans that the action drew from Wil.

Wil moved down as much as he could, trying to change the angle of Angel’s thrusts so that he was rubbing against his prostate. Frustrated, Wil reached for a lower step, tilting his ass at the expense of keeping his head above water. After all, he didn’t need to breathe, and he couldn’t remember ever being completely submerged…

Angel watched as Wil went completely underwater, eyes widening at the sensations the movement sent though his cock. The visual effect was just as startling, looking down at Wil, who looked wavy and out of focus though the moving water. His pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the solid black tiles. Angel thrust harder, aroused by what Wil was doing.

Being underwater was a fascinating sensation for Wil. He felt water swirling around his cock, soothing it even as Angel drove him closer to climax. He moved down another step, shifting his feet further back and drawing Angel down into the water. If he moved one more step down, Angel would be completely submerged as well. He wasn’t sure if he could do it, though—the pull of both their bodies toward the surface would be a lot for his arms and legs to withstand.

Angel started a bit as Wil shifted a third time. If he wanted to stay inside the blonde, he would have to join him underwater. Since stopping what he was doing was out of the question, Angel relaxed and fell forward to lay along Wil’s back, picking up his thrusts a bit. Wil jerked in response, and then fell motionless again.

Wil bit his lip to keep from moaning. He didn’t want to accidentally breathe in water; coughing it up later would be messy. He pushed back a little as Angel thrust harder, trying to encourage the dark vampire on. Angel’s weight along his back was incredibly erotic; he could feel his lover’s tongue tracing a path along one shoulder. Tensing a muscle there, Wil pushed up a fraction of an inch so that Angel would bite him. He needed the bite, the connection.

Angel brushed his blunt human teeth along Wil’s neck for a moment before shifting and biting down hard. At the same time, he pulled up on Wil’s body with both hands, wresting both of them above the surface. He fell back onto the low seat on the far wall, letting Wil lay along his chest. The blonde immediately began to pant—a sign that he was very close to coming.

Angel dropped a hand down to Wil’s cock, fisting it gently. He raised the other arm up to press his forearm to Wil’s mouth. Wil nuzzled the skin briefly before latching on, morphing into gameface, and sinking his fangs in, completing the connection. They could never be closer than this, fangs and cock holding them to each other. Wil used his legs as leverage to sink back down on Angel’s cock as Angel thrust up to meet him. The sound of water splashing and lapping was a soft counterpoint to their frantic movements as they leapt off an unseen cliff and tumbled into ecstasy.