It happened one night. Angel woke from a troubled sleep, the thump of a distant drum kept him from falling back into an undead stupor. His chest itched and he scratched idly. He coughed and breathed before turning over on to his side. His eyes snapped open as he detected the creeping warmth of the morning sun inching up his bedclothes. His fingers twisted the Egyptian cotton and he screamed for Wes.

Wesley Wyndom-Pryce leapt from his bed and then stumbled as his foot twisted over caught in the bottom sheet. He yelled "Coming!" at the top of his lungs as he hopped to the door grabbing his dressing gown from the back of the door.

What he saw as he entered Angel´s room took his breath away. Angel was in bed, half sitting, stretching out his hand to shafts of brilliant sunlight. The whole room was filled with glorious dawn. He stepped into the reflected puddles of silver light and felt warmth on his skin. Wes swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he realised that Angel had earned God´s forgiveness at last. He knelt on the floor and smiled and sobbed at the same time.

Angel stood and stepped into the golden daylight, his hands outstretched to drink in the morning. Dark and brooding shadows lifted from his countenance to be replaced by sun kissed tones and highlights to his body and hair. Angel turned around in the sunlight, bathing in it and smiled warmly at Wes, his own tears of joy drying on his warm face. "Wes…Do you see me? I´m not dreamin´ am I?" He asked in a childlike uncertain stammer.

Wesley shook his head, and gulped down more shuddering sobs. "No," He managed to utter, "You´re not dreaming. You´re forgiven. You´re human Angel."

All at once Angel was in his arms, lifting him up and around in a crazy Irish jig of a hug. When finally Angel let him go Wes staggered to the bed and witnessed a blurred flurry of clothes scattered on the floor as Angel searched for non-funeral wear.

Wes watched spellbound as Angel stared at his reflection as he shaved and then dressed. He´d lived with Angel for the last ten years, finally becoming his lover in the last two. He should be pleased that they could walk in the sun together, go to the beach… But Angel retained his youthful looks and Wes was close to retirement. Wes held Angel´s gaze steadily when he declined an invitation to celebrate his transformation.

He saw the gang off, waving from his window in the Hyperion. The sun highlighted his liver spotted hand and he thrust it quickly into his pocket. He looked at his reflection in the mirror that had so recently reflected his lover. His lip trembled. "People will think we´re father and son…"

He turned away from the looking glass and wandered into his room where his research waited. He tried not to think of how unnatural Angel´s warm hug seemed. It was almost as if he craved a cool body next to him to douse his passions. A hot body would just be uncomfortable now. Wes suppressed a shudder as he examined his post. One envelope with the Watchers crest made his fingers numb. It was a death announcement. He immediately thought of Giles and shivered at the accompanied swelling of his loins. No Giles couldn´t be dead. The neatly hand written sheet was from Giles, advising him of the death of Quentin Travers. He read on after the brief announcement of how Travers met his end. Giles was coming home and wondered if he could stay at Wesley´s place.

Wesley´s heart beat fast with guilt as he crafted his reply.

Giles read the letter in the dim light of the alley opposite Wesley´s abode. He smiled quietly and licked a stray drop of blood from his lips; postmen made such a delicious pre- breakfast snack. He glanced up at the rapidly lightening sky and waved a slow hand over the sun. The sky darkened in an instant as a thundercloud worthy of Noah´s time cloaked the sun in a dark impenetrable shroud. Giles left his hiding place and sauntered across the street. The air vibrated with the strain of the retaining darkness. As soon as his feet stepped into the deep shadow of Wesley´s porch, the sun blazed down on the street, searing the leaves on the trees with its heat.

He buzzed the entry phone and a sleepy Wesley answered, "yeah?"

"Wesley? I´m waiting downstairs for you. Shall I come up? Or you come down? " Giles waited patiently whilst Wesley gathered his wits.

"Umm, I´ll be down in a sec. I didn´t think you´d come so early Giles…"

"Oh, you know me Wes, up with the dawn…" He laughed easily.

Wesley blushed at the laugh. He´d never heard Giles so happy and carefree, but then his life long foe was dead. Why shouldn´t he rejoice? " I´ll buzz you in…" Wesley hit the enter button and replaced the receiver.

Giles pushed at the door, it opened easily enough, would the buzzer be enough?

Just then, a child pushed past him on the way to school and asked innocently, "You comin´ in Mr.?"

Giles smiled at the child and mussed his hair as he exited and Giles entered the building. He climbed the stairs slowly savouring each step as it took him nearer to the delicious Wesley.

When he finally got to the door to Wes´ apartment the door was open. He knocked and called…

Wes answered from the kitchen. "Hi, Giles, come in, doors open!"

Giles´ Ripper-ish grin lit up his demonic features, and then slid off in a second as Wes appeared. He remained at the threshold and scowled at the former Watcher.

"Wes…" he leaned against the door jamb angling his lean body toward the old Watcher. "Don´t you think you ought to have checked I´m alive before inviting me in?"

Wes swallowed and Giles could sense the waves of pent up sexual desire and fear and acceptance. "You´re not a vampire Giles, you´d kill yourself before you let that happen."

Giles shifted from the doorjamb and took several slow steps into the apartment. "I´ve changed since you knew me Wes. Perhaps not all consumed with duty, perhaps I wanted a preternatural reward?"

Wesley backed off, swallowing desperately, when he got to within a few feet of him, and suggested "Tea?"

"Tea will do for now…" Giles smiled and languidly sank into the leather sofa, stretching his arms out over the back and taking in Wesley´s trim body. "How have you been Wes?"

"I´ve been well. The big event was Angel becoming human. I´m glad about that, but it also means that he can die." Wes´ voice croaked on that word and he turned to reach for a tissue to find Giles standing right behind him, very close behind him.

"Wes, I asked how you were… and you told me about Angel." Giles softly purred and secretly rejoiced as he heard Wes´ heart racing and saw the movement in his jeans as his cock hardened. "Angel can take care of himself. What do you need Wes?" Giles breathed by Wes´ ear. He´d not actually touched the Watcher yet, just caressed him with his voice.

"You…" Wes gasped. He reached up to touch Giles´ chest and felt his nipples harden. He pinched and massaged them as Giles´ eyes closed and he growled low in his throat. Wes licked and sucked at Giles´ Adam´s apple and gasped in shock as Giles grabbed the nape of his neck to pull his mouth away.

"Bedroom and draw the blinds, Wes." Giles ordered.

Wes nodded and stumbled to his bedroom; Giles followed like a stalking tiger.

Giles slid over Wes urgently, undulating around him like a hungry serpent. He wanted to possess all of him at once, to wash the taint of Angel from his flesh once and for all. A fitting revenge on the creature that possessed him all those decades ago. He still bore the scars from that time and would never forget the day and night he spent at the mansion.

Wes moaned and writhed beneath Giles´ cool body, fully conscious that he was consorting with a demon. Deep in the intellectual part of his mind, he pondered on the origins of Giles´ demon. The lustful part screamed at him, who gives a flying fuck?

Wes cried out and shuddered as the red candle wax hit and dribbled down his back. It made his cock jerk and twitch, the pillow beneath his hips was useless. His hips rose each time to greet the delicious pain/pleasure. His lover was vicious and gentle. Peeling the wax off and then licking the new tender skin revealed. Wes shivered at each long cool swipe and hoisted his hips up hoping that Giles would lick there too. He screamed as burning wax dripped into his arse and then was followed by the unrelenting pressure of Giles´ cock entering his shuddering body.

Giles forced his way in and held Wes in a deathly embrace, slowly squeezing the life from his body; one arm anchored round his waist and the other hand gripping his neck where he could feel the wildly thumping pulse. Giles hips drew back and forth with increasing speed, hitting Wes´ pleasure spot every time. He grinned and threw back his head as Wes babbled incoherently in lust.

His left hand snaked round to cup Wes´ balls and he whispered sexy nothings in his lover´s ear.

"Lean back into me Wes…that´s it… feel me? What and who would you like to do next? " He didn´t wait for Wes to answer, just started wanking him expertly, bringing him to the edge and then stopping whilst Wes´ humped the air wanting the comforting presence of his hand again." Angel, d´you think he´d suck you off whilst I fucked you…huh? Maybe take some pictures?" Giles giggled and Wes shivered with fear… "I don´t take a good photo Wes, they reveal the soul and I don´t have one of those!"

The moment froze and Wes knew that the hour of his death had come. The second ticked by and he saw from the corner of his eye his reflection in the bedroom mirror, an image of lust, his arched body impaled on an invisible assailant. His cock stood out proud and engorged his eyes slid closed as his stomach rolled over, his insides massaged to ecstasy by Giles´ amazing cock. Then he shuddered and his head snapped to the side moved there by Giles. He jerked and his mouth gaped in open lust as his blood was pulled from his body.

Giles thrust hard into Wes and sank his fangs ferociously into Wes´ neck, a ribbon of red slid down his lover´s chest and pooled in his dark pubic hair. He gnawed noisily and slurped at his lover making the wound nice and messy so it would heal in a visible mark. As the hot blood pooled, coating his stomach he came explosively inside Wes´ bowels. He wanked Wes with powerful milking strokes and the Watcher came, shooting his seed over the bloodstained coverlet.

"Do you want it, Wes?" Giles asked. His voice lower than Wes had ever heard it, and it seemed to come from far away.

Giles still stroked his cock in and out of the Watcher´s body and Wes jerked like a puppet on a string, the pleasure proved too much.

"I can leave you for Angel to find, but playing tag with him for eternity would be tiresome!" His fist surrounded Wes´ cock once more and began to rouse him with a mixture of his own blood and cum. "Your choice, you could feel this way forever!"

Wes glanced at his reflection through the silver haze of his vision. He was held still in powerful arms with his throat bleeding and still had his erection, his eyes were wild and dark, and he didn´t look frightened. He looked sated. He turned his head to Giles and beheld a human face with vampire fangs.

"Make me …" He struggled to answer and then his head fell forward onto Giles´ chest. Giles smiled and withdrew from Wes´ body carelessly wiping his cock on the sheets and then forcing Wes´ mouth onto it, after nicking it with his fingernail.

Giles´ satisfied smile grew broader as he witnessed the departure of Wes´ soul and his demonic possession. He felt the difference immediately. Wes´s mouth cooled and his tongue lengthened a little. He stroked his head and relaxed, his childe would be asleep soon and then he could introduce him to the thrills of the night.

End (continued in "Retired")

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