•••

Wil was coaxed out of his much-needed rest by pleasure. The blonde’s mind wanted to ignore the sensations coursing through his body but failed miserably as said body arched into the hands caressing it. A grumble and a sigh later, Wil pried his eyes open. Angel greeted him with an evil grin and a kiss.

“You do realize what time it is, and how late we got in, and how much sleep—“ Wil’s halfhearted tirade against his lover quickly turned into a moan as the dark vampire bent down and fastened his lips around one pale nipple, sucking hard.

“You were saying?” Angel commented a moment later. Wil shook his head and glared at him. “I was simply stating that between our rigorous travel schedule and other such uncontrollable events, both of us should be—“

Once again Wil was interrupted by Angel, this time as his Sire started stroking the blonde’s erection with a firm, even grip. Wil gave up trying to berate him and stretched out on his back. If Angel was determined to fool around at the ungodly hour of two in the afternoon, he’d just have to enjoy it.

Angel smiled at Wil’s capitulation. He continued stroking the younger vampire, enjoying the sighs and whimpers he elicited. After a few minute he stopped, ignoring Wil’s protestations. Those complaints became murmurs of lust as Angel draped himself over the blonde and sealed their mouths together. As always, Wil tasted like love—pure and warm despite the coldness of his mouth, spicy with blood and hope. Angel flicked his tongue along the points of Wil’s fangs, drawing tiny droplets of blood to the surface. Wil responded by swiping the fluid away, relishing the essence of his sire. Graceful, strong hands reached up to play in Angel’s hair and pull him closer as their tongues mated and danced.

Of course, kissing didn’t satisfy all of Angel’s needs. Eventually he grew restless and brought one hand lower to stroke and caress Wil’s torso and thigh, making the blonde hiss. Wil’s body tensed and relaxed, molding itself to Angel’s as he shifted his legs apart, making room for Angel between them. Angel murmured his approval and moved down Wil’s body, pressing kisses here and there.

Wil kept his eyes shut against the dim light of the bedroom, reveling in the slow progression of Angel’s lovemaking. He’d missed their slow, lazy sessions, where they spent hours touching and tasting before finally coming together. In London sex seemed to be frantic, panicked and rushed, as though they feared someone might walk in and tear them apart. The negative emotions soured their passion and they spent less time together than they would have under other circumstances.

The blonde thought that the location itself had something to do with it, though. Los Angeles held its share of problems—one of which was residing in a room just one floor above them. But despite Buffy’s presence, and all the other hassles of life in L.A., things were better here. The two vampires hadn’t been back twelve hours and already Wil could tell that much of the angst between them was gone. Angel’s hands felt different here; there was less grasping and more holding, fewer growls and more sighs.

Angel sensed that Wil’s mind had wandered off and smirked. There were several ways to rectify that, most of them painful. However, Angel wasn’t in the mood to hurt his childe, so instead of biting or pinching, he gave the swollen head of Wil’s cock a single, broad stroke with his tongue. The response he got was gratifying. Wil’s eyes shot open and his body convulsed. He liked that so well Angel decided to do it again, painting moist stripes all along Wil’s erection, paying special attention to the sensitive underside and head. When Wil tried to reach for him, Angel pressed his hands down onto the mattress. One firm look kept them there.

How long had it been since Angel had tortured him so sweetly? Wil’s mind tried to grasp onto a coherent thought as Angel consumed him like a flesh-and-blood confection. If only his blasted Sire would let those lips touch him, close around him—apply even the merest hint of pressure. But no, Angel seemed content to lave his flesh using just his strong tongue. The dark vampire had removed all other points of contact, bearing his weight on his arms as he suspended himself over Wil. The blonde couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Angel’s tongue as it wrapped around him, only to slide away before returning.

Wil was so focused on what Angel was doing to him he didn’t notice the dark vampire reaching behind himself. Angel’s torture of Wil barely faltered as he slowly opened himself, slicking lube inside his hole. There was no rush; Wil, while he was obviously enjoying Angel’s ministrations, was nowhere near release.

When Angel suddenly stopped touching him altogether, Wil’s gaze shifted. He watched curiously as Angel moved back up his body until they were face to face once again. “Sire,” He whispered, leaning up to kiss his lover. Angel smiled and accepted the soft kiss, as well as the hands that circled around to his back. As he kissed Wil, Angel positioned himself and sank down onto Wil’s straining cock. “Angel—“

“Sh,” Angel murmured, soothing the shocked vampire under him, Wil relaxed a bit and moved his hands down to Angel’s hips. The older vampire began a slow, smooth rolling movement, guided by Wil’s hands. As their bodies joined and separated, the two lovers nipped and licked, kissed and bit. Wil reached around and began to fist Angel in time with his own thrusts, an action that was rewarded by a low moan. Angel’s head dropped down to Wil’s shoulder and they both began to move faster, spurred on by the seething pressure in their bodies.

Wil felt it first, a white-hot tendril slithering and knotting low in his belly. He thrust up hard into Angel again and again, breaking their slow rhythm. Angel gasped and moved faster, gripping Wil’s shoulders tightly as pleasure overwhelmed him. He tightened around Wil’s shaft as his vision faded and his climax tore through him. He dimly felt Wil arch and freeze as his release followed just after.

Angel roused enough to move off Wil and collapse to one side, an arm and a leg still draped over the younger vampire. Wil used his free leg to hook the bedclothes and drag them up. Angel helped him cover their bodies as they arranged themselves for the rest of the day. The blonde burrowed his head into Angel’s shoulder, whispering softly. “Love you.”

“And I you,” Angel replied sleepily.

•••

When Wil woke for the second time that day, the sun was setting and he felt considerably better about getting up. Angel was still sound asleep, so Wil took a quick, quiet shower and got dressed silently. He swung by the kitchen for some dinner, grateful that Dawn had reminded Lorne to stock up before their return. Once he’d polished off one mug and had another warmed, the blonde ascended the stairs to the office.

The rest of the investigators were already up and at work when he arrived. Cordelia and Fred were running around the main office, fixing everything that Buffy had messed up during their absence. Actually, she hadn’t done anything wrong, but the seer had a very specific way she liked the office set up, and nothing else would do. Fred just smiled and played along, carting around files and staplers and crosses with aplomb.

“Anything new and exciting?” Wil inquired, looking over at Wesley, Xander and Oz. The three men were stationed in front of a trio of computers, typing and arguing.

“Nah, just updating some files and finishing up those reports Queen C wanted,” Xander replied. “Angel up yet?”

“No,” Wil told him. “Still sleeping.”

“Figures. There’s work to be done. I mean, where else would he be, actually helping out?” Cordelia muttered as she thrust another pile of papers into Fred’s arms.

Wil shrugged and went to his desk. As he’d feared there was a large stack of paperwork and mail to be sorted and glared at. With a long-suffering sigh he sat down and got to work. There were numerous bills related to their London excursion to take care of and it looked as though Cordelia had assigned him to deal with the mess. The blonde booted up his computer and picked up a letter opener, wishing he was still in bed.

When Angel showed up an hour later, he found a frustrated Wil fuming at his computer screen. On the other side of the room, Cordelia was arguing with Xander, Wesley and Oz. Fred had taken up a defensive position behind her own desk and was trying to avoid getting drawn into the fray. “Where’s Gunn?” Angel asked innocently.

Cordelia’s head whipped around. The werewolf was a bit closer to the surface than Angel would’ve liked. “Out.”

“Oh,” He murmured. “So, how goes it?”

“Great. That’s it, I’m gone,” Wil snarled, shutting off his computer. Even as he got up to leave Cordelia and the guys were winding up to explain their situation with Angel. He’d heard it all before—the four of them couldn’t decide on how to format the case file for the London operation, and they couldn’t agree upon where to go with their knowledge of Wolfram & Hart’s activities. He didn’t need to hear it again, and was quite sure he’d go insane if he did. “Why didn’t I beg Rupert to let me stay with him?” Wil asked himself. Giles had gone back to Bath after they finished up in London, although he was maintaining contact with the Watcher’s Council.

“You’re abandoning me?” Angel asked Wil as the blonde slunk out the door.

“Yes. I’ll be at Caritas,” Wil growled as he hit the stairs. Angel made to follow him but was pulled back into the office by Cordelia. This was going to be a very long night.

•••

“Lorne,” Wil said as he slid onto a barstool. The green demon waved a greeting and slid a drink in front of the vampire.

“I didn’t expect to see you here so soon,” Lorne commented as Wil sipped his drink.

“The kids are at it again,” Wil replied with a grimace. “I don’t need to hear it a second time. Or a third time.”

“Ah. Well, since I didn’t get to say it before, it’s good to have you back.”

Wil smiled. “Thanks. It’s good to be back. I missed this place.”

“Right,” Lorne muttered.

Wil looked around the club. It wasn’t a busy night, just a few demons here and there nursing their drinks. “How’s Dawn doing?” He had seen her only briefly before collapsing into bed when they’d arrived from London, and she was asleep now.

“Oh, she’s doing very well here,” Lorne replied. “According to Buffy, she’s actually going to school and helping out around the hotel.”

“’M not surprised,” Wil murmured.

“No?”

The blonde shrugged. “Change of environment. L.A.’s not the safest town, or the most conducive to happy living, but it’s a damned sight better than Sunnydale. Besides, there isn’t as much here to remind Dawn of her mother, or Tara…”

“I see your point. Willow’s improvement has been good for her has well,” Lorne mentioned. “She even goes to therapy with her once in a while.”

“Probably even better for the witch,” Wil said after a moment. “And Buffy?”

Lorne looked at the vampire in surprise. He hadn’t expected Wil to be the least bit interested in the Slayer’s welfare, given their previous relationship. “She’s adjusting well, although it did take a little while. Buffy’s more resilient than you give her credit for.”

“I don’t want her presence to interfere with our work,” Wil replied firmly. “And you know she could.”

“But I don’t think she wants to,” Lorne stated. “She’s not going to want to stay here forever, either. She may be moving past a lot of things, but living with you and Angel, and the others, isn’t ever going to sit well with her.”

“I didn’t expect her to stay for very long,” Wil said. “I’m not sure she should. I also know, though, that she could help out around here.”

“Good to hear. So, how’s Angel doing?” Lorne inquired, changing the subject.

“He’s fine. We’re all fine,” Wil replied quickly. He ignored Lorne’s raised eyebrow. The truth was that no one who’d been in London was completely fine. All of them questioned the wisdom of their plan of attack, since they’d been uniformly horrified with the outcome. It had made them all stop and think, and one of the end results of those ruminations had been a low-grade anxious depression. They were fighting it off and doing alright, but it wasn’t an overnight recovery. Getting back to Los Angeles helped quite a bit, and Wil was sure that once business picked up—both vision and non-vision related, they’d all be back to their normal selves.

“So, are you singing for me tonight?” Lorne asked the blonde. Wil drained his glass and shook his head negatively.

“No way. I’m gonna go rescue Angel and see what’s going on with the gang.”