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Snippity, written for zortified
Angel/Wes, light NC-17




"Don't."

One tiny word, with the barest of breath behind it, soft, no more than needed. But nothing about Angel was ever really tiny --except occasionally his brain -- and Wesley didn't move his hand from the bedpost. Don't weighted it there as if all hundred and eighty pounds of vampire were sitting on his hand.

And that thought sent the images slipping and sliding through Wesley's not so tiny brain, the one that pleased Angel so very much so long as Wesley remembered to shut it down when it started screaming that there was a vampire doing what to him, exactly, and really was this wise? It was being a good brain now now, it would seem, from the greedy, mocking cant of Angel's smile as he watched Wesley shudder.

White sharpness of don't in that smile, when he thought of smashing it silent with his own mouth. White don't smile flash-freezing his body to the bed, and the weight of don't pinning Wesley's hands to the headboard. Steel don't, unbreakable, unmovable, and cool as Angel's hands would be on his skin, if they weren't crossed in front of him. Not touching. Not moving. Angel and his tiny buggering hundred and eighty pound don't, standing there at the foot of the bed, doing nothing. Nothing, except grin like the bastard he was, while Wesley...

Lay bare before him, trussed tight to bedpost, to footpost, to mattress, by Super Heavy Duty, can't buy this in stores, call now and you'll receive a free set of Time-Life home gardening books with your order, versatile shapechanging don't. It's a rope, it's a weight, it's a pair of cuffs. It's a floor wax, chuckled some voice in Wesley's mind that wasn't muffled by the silk don't in his mouth. It's a dessert topping.

Don't (Don'tmovedon'tspeakdon'tstopplayingdon'tbeafraidexceptmaybealittle) in Angel's eyes kept Wesley's legs spread open, displayed before the vampire like some obscene buffet table, while those eyes did all the moving for both of them, flicking across Wesley's body. Sampling the goods for a moment, resting on a twitching thigh muscle, sliding along the length of a cock that ached for him so hard that Wesley wondered if he *could* come just from the heavy touch of dark-eyed don't, except... Except don't, so no, because it wasn't an option.

There really was only one option -- aside from the lie here and die of blue balls while Angel smirks at you like the fucking bastard that you both know he is option, which wasn't, because the status quo is not an option. There was this, which was terrible and wonderful and evil, but far worse than that, just plain bloody mean -- and there was the other option.

Where he let his eyelids fall, the tinest fraction of a fraction. So tiny that it was smaller than don't; it slipped out from underneath, because that one tiny word was so huge, it didn't even notice one flick of an eyelash. Even when it suddenly meant that Wesley was looking up at Angel through those lashes. Looking. That was all. Looking, because Angel couldn't, not without spoiling the game, say don't to that. Wesley Looked at him.

Five seconds later, there were wet lips around his cock. Strong hands grasping his thighs so hard the muscles burned. A low, angry growl, as Angel tried to pull away long enough to mutter "Bastard" and Wesley laughed. And told him, "Don't."

He didn't.

thebratqueen

2003-03-19 10:46 am (UTC) (Link)

Yay! Happy pretty fic to read on my lunchbreak!

Okay, I know you wrote it for Zort but so what? I read it too. You can't stop me! Neener neener neener!

mpoetess

2003-03-19 11:14 am (UTC) (Link)

Don't.

mpoetess

2003-03-19 11:15 am (UTC) (Link)

Hmm. Would work better with picture of Wesley, probably.

wolfling

2003-03-19 10:52 am (UTC) (Link)

Purty!

mpoetess

2003-03-19 11:15 am (UTC) (Link)

Tankloo!

zortified

2003-03-19 11:04 am (UTC) (Link)

Written for zortifed?

I sound like a cold medicene. :-P

zortified

2003-03-19 11:13 am (UTC) (Link)

Zortifed!



For all your Smut Needs!

Side effects include snorting coke through your nose, falling off chairs, and being called a dork irregularly.

mpoetess

2003-03-19 11:14 am (UTC) (Link)

whine, whine, whine -- I gave you mind-altering powers, and all you can do is complain...

zortified

2003-03-19 11:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Gave me? I already had mind-altering powers! I just never had a FDA-approved brand name.

mpoetess

2003-03-19 11:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Yeah, but they use dto sell you on streetcorners. I made you legal.

zortified

2003-03-19 11:52 am (UTC) (Link)

Pimp.

mpoetess

2003-03-19 12:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Uh, duh?

Fandom Ho.

narcolepticcat

2003-03-19 11:44 am (UTC) (Link)

faaabulous dahling ... me likey :D

mpoetess

2003-03-19 12:43 pm (UTC) (Link)

Danke, meine Schatze.

Thank you thank you thank you

chocgood84

2003-03-19 12:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

THank you Mad Poetess!!! I worship the ground you work on. I now have a Live Journal!!!

Re: Thank you thank you thank you

mpoetess

2003-03-19 12:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

You wouldn't like the ground I work on; there's an oil spill on it, just outside the building, that was giving everyone fume headaches.

Enjoy; have fun!

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mpoetess

2003-03-20 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you, m'dear!

fitofpique

2003-03-19 01:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

Don't (Don'tmovedon'tspeakdon'tstopplayingdon'tbeafraidexceptmaybealittle) in Angel's eyes kept Wesley's legs spread open, displayed before the vampire like some obscene buffet table, while those eyes did all the moving for both of them, flicking across Wesley's body.

::drools::

This was very nice indeed. Yum.

mpoetess

2003-03-20 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

highlander_ii

2003-03-19 02:14 pm (UTC) (Link)

oooh - pretty -

very nice ---

mpoetess

2003-03-19 02:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

minitrog

2003-03-19 03:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

the greedy, mocking cant of Angel's smile as he watched Wesley shudder.

Ooh, tasty. Thanks MP, yums.

mpoetess

2003-03-20 06:37 am (UTC) (Link)

Hee! Your Homecoming icon gets me every time. Xander is *such* a dork.

Thankee, Troggie!

tenebraeli

2003-03-19 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

*dies happy*

mpoetess

2003-03-20 06:38 am (UTC) (Link)

*dangles naked Wesley over you until you revive...*

I don't care who you wrote it for, I loved it!

Anonymous

2003-03-20 06:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

So sayeth the Sheep.

Re: I don't care who you wrote it for, I loved it!

mpoetess

2003-03-21 05:41 am (UTC) (Link)

Yay! Thank you, Sheepy!

maggie77

2003-03-20 08:22 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh Good God! Poetess, did you say something about not being able to write well recently? This was wonderful! Such poetic prose evoking such delicious images.

It's a dessert topping.

*smirk* Loved that!

Simply marvelous.

mpoetess

2003-03-21 05:40 am (UTC) (Link)

I think it was more about not being able to write stories well, these days. I seem to be able to write little snippets, but run screaming from anything that requires longer, *non* poetic writing.

But I figure, the more I write *something*, anything, the more chance I'll have to get back to the flow of doing it because it's fun, not because I feel like I ought to be writing.

Thankee, ma'am! The management ruthlessly hacks taglines from classic SNL to order, so if there's anything else you'd like, we'll see what we can do.

Okay, I did not just think that early Wesley is the Chevy Chase of the Jossverse. I did not.