Welcome back to Wolfram & Hart, Wesley. Wesley thought to himself as he stepped off of the elevator. He practically bounced over to his office and ginned at everyone on the way, from Harmony the hapless vampire to some random girl arbitrarily walking around the lobby.
He bounced over to Gunn's office and got halfway through his greeting before he realized Gunn wasn't there.
"Angel?" Wesley said and looked around Gunn's office as if any moment Gunn would jump out from somewhere. "Have you seen Gunn about lately?" Wesley remembered to smile broadly at Angel.
It took Angel a couple of seconds before he answered and Wesley was sure that Angel was smelling the air. Angel was trying to pick up the scents on Wesley, trying to smell the mystery man Wesley 'took home' last night.
"No," Angel exhaled loudly. "No, not since... not for a while."
Wesley nodded and walked over to his office and got just inside the door before he remembered that he was called in for some special problem. Wesley turned around and almost ran directly into Angel.
"Oh," Wesley called out and took a few steps backwards to put some distance between he and Angel.
Angel walked forward while Wesley took two more steps backward until Wesley was standing next to his desk. Angel shut the door behind him and took a step towards Wesley.
"By all means, please Angel; come in," Wesley said sarcastically.
"Are you bruised?" Angel asked.
"What?" Wesley asked.
"Are you... have I bruised you?" Angel asked and took a small step towards Wesley.
Wesley wanted to laugh out loud. As if Angel could be that rough with a mortal and leave them unscathed.
"Many times, on separate occasions," Wesley said.
"I meant metaphorically, or symbolically, or... I don't know," Angel sighed. "Do I treat you like the enemy?"
Wesley's brain scanned idly through every time Angel had kissed him so hard it hurt. Every time Angel had taken Wesley so hard he could barely sit comfortably afterwards, or when Angel would bite him so hard he wasn't quite sure if Angel hadn't vamped out. Every time Angel had scratched him or left any kind of mark on Wesley's body and then left. Wesley thought back to every time Angel just got up and walked away from him without a second glance or a word.
"Sometimes," Wesley admitted quietly. "But not on an occasion that I could recount here."
"I wanted to talk to you," Angel said and took a step towards Wesley, "about Nina."
Wesley rolled his eyes and began shuffling the papers on his desk. "I honestly don't care," Wesley said.
"Wes," Angel said but Wesley didn't turn to face him or stop ruffling the papers on his desk. Angel gave a growl and in a flash Angel twirled Wesley around and pinned Wesley against his desk. "What I did, at the park, between you and me, it wasn't about her."
"Well, that's a relief," Wesley said sarcastically.
"You wanted Fred, want Fred, I just thought that I was forcing you to stay away from her because I want you so much. And I couldn't justify it because why would what I want be more important than what you want?" Angel's hands started rubbing small circles on Wesley's lower back. Wesley willed himself not to lean into the touch. Wesley kept telling himself that this was more of Angel's punishment and he wouldn't play into it.
"You don't know what I want," Wesley said, as it was the only thing that came to mind.
"I know," Angel said. "You know, sometimes, when she looks at me ―Nina― when Nina looks at me, a look somewhere between affection and admiration, she makes me think of you. When she looks at me... it makes me miss you, and I want to, well do this-"
Angel leaned forward and kissed Wesley on the lips. The kiss should have been quick and chaste, standing in the middle of Wesley's office as they were, but it was slow and... passionate. It was the first time Angel had kissed Wesley with anything besides need. It made Wesley go all warm and fuzzy, from his head to his toes.
When Angel pulled away it took Wesley a couple of seconds to regain his composure and focus his lust filled eyes.
"So," Wesley said, "what you're saying is that when Nina looks at you..."
"When Nina gives me this look ―a look," Angel clarified and tried to replicate the look causing Wesley to chuckle and Angel smiled at him. "When she gives me that look it makes me miss you and-"
"It makes you horny," Wesley said bluntly.
"For you," Angel stated. "It makes me want you, not her. I want you."
Wesley could feel a smile start to tug at the corner of his mouth. In all of the time Angel had been coming to him Wesley had never heard Angel say he wanted him. Wesley just thought he was a convenience. Something warm and close to home, but to hear Angel say he wanted Wesley...
Wesley gave up and let the smile grace his face, he decided that he didn't care if this was a trick; he was falling for it, falling for Angel. Wesley wrapped his arms around Angel's neck and they both leaned in for another kiss but just as their lips met the phone rang.
Wesley sighed loudly and looked over at the phone then back at Angel. Angel kissed him quickly and let him slip away to answer the phone. Wesley picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Research and Intelligence, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce speaking," Wesley said. Angel chuckled and Wesley stuck out his tongue at him.
"Good, Wes, you're in your office," Fred said and then came barging through the doors with Gunn in tow. "We weren't sure because your door was closed," Fred said still speaking into her cell phone.
"Yes," Wesley said into his own phone, "usually when I'm not here I leave the door open."
"Oh," Fred said, "right."
"Is there something," Wesley said into his phone then scoffed and hung it up. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Fred looked at the cell phone in her hands and rolled her eyes then closed it quickly. "Someone took Nina," Fred said quickly.
A/N: Sorry this is taking me so long. The next part will be longer, promise. Thanks for reading and reviewing.