“I was going to tell him, you know,” Wesley murmurs, his hand clasped
loosely around flesh that will soon swell to fill his grip, stretch his
fingers wide.
Itâs more than cryptic, itâs out of nowhere, a conversational comet,
and Angel frowns, though heâd been on the verge of an ecstatic gasp and
itâs hard work switching expressions.
“Wes? Want to break that down into bite sized bits?” A thought occurs
and he tries to sit up. “This isnât about Holtz is it? Because, you
know weâve talked about that and I get why you did it and Wes, fuck,
weâve done that one -”
“Balthazar,” Wesley says, his hand flexing in a convulsive squeeze and
then releasing the captured, rapidly hardening cock. “You remember
him...it was when we first met. He wanted to know who had his amulet
and I was going to give you to him, betray you.”
Angelâs mind locates the memory easily enough. “Your first encounter
with a demon,” he says. “Knowing you back then, you probably had a good
reason for doing that.”
“Fear of losing my kneecaps. Terrified of dying. Do they count?”
“Yeah, they do, Wes.”
Angel rolls over and Wesleyâs pulled into an embrace thatâs rough and
comfortingly impatient. “Doesnât matter,” he whispers against Wesleyâs
lips. “Want me to forgive you?”
Wesley reaches out and places something in Angelâs hand. “No. Not yet.
After.”
“Do I have to?”
Wesley nods, his lips tightening in anticipation. “Please?”
“Who is it this time?”
“Giles. He stopped me. Set me an example I was too cowardly to follow.”
“Giles...”
Angel hesitates and then sits up and peers down and the phone Wes has
given him. He taps at tiny silver buttons and in the silence thatâs
fallen, they hear the distant voice say, ‘Hello?â
“Giles? Angel here. Donât ask why, just tell me a number between -”
Angel ignores Wesleyâs attempts to mouth instructions at him, silencing
him with a large hand laid lightly against his lips, and finishes,
“twenty and fifty.”
He can feel the curl of Wesleyâs tongue, slipping between dry lips to
touch, supplicant and tentative, at his palm as Giles questions him
anyway, sighs and then obliges him, a querulous ‘Youâre welcomeâ
ending the call.
Wesley heard the answer - forty-eight - as clearly as Angel, and he
only waits for Angelâs hand to be removed before he moves into position
and waits for Angel to decide how his penance will be applied.
“Next time, Iâll make it sixty,” Angel threatens, moving towards a
locked chest, wishing this wasnât needed, wishing he didnât know what
would follow, wishing -
“Thank you.”
- that Wesley didnât say that, before, during, and after.
18/9/04
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