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Mmm. W/A goodness. No plot. Just one man and his vampire lover. ;)
"So, I have a few pet peeves." Angel said, tugging off his jacket. He eyed Wesley, watching Wesley peel off his slime covered shirt, with a grimace and groan. "Like wet towels. That's just wrong, Wes." Angel was now peeling off his own shirt. So wearing white and then going out against a pack of slime demons? Not so smart. This shirt was completely ruined. Damn it. He really liked it too. At least with black you couldn't see the slime so much, but white... with white you could see everything. "And peanut butter in bed." Angel looked pointedly at Wesley.
Wesley leaned over to untie his shoes and kick them off, before looking up at Angel. "Don't look at me that way. That was once."
"Why do you even eat peanut butter in bed? It gets all over the place and by all over the place, I mean my sheets." Angel kicked off his shoes carelessly, running a few fingers through his hair, frowning at how his fingers came back with slime on them. "Silk sheets, Wes. And my hair is covered in slime." Angel groaned and walked towards the bathroom, turning the sink on and leaning his head down, letting the lukewarm water cover his dark brown hair, letting it soak underneath the water, the slime slowly washing away. "You know how hard it is to get slime out of a person's hair? And the smell... yes, slime has a scent, and it smells horrible. It takes days for my hair to smell the same way. It's horrible."
Wesley snorted. "How can someone who can't even see their own reflection, be so vain?"
"Not vain." Angel answered back, reaching up to turn the faucet off. He grabbed a towel and brought his head up, covering his hair with the towel. "I'm not vain." Angel said again, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. "I merely care about my looks. It's not like you're doing so bad for yourself either, Wes." Angel grinned slightly, walking back into the room.
"Oh, thank you." Wesley was busy laying on the bed, now that he had changed into a loose pair of sweats and a regular shirt. "I would hope so. I might have to ask what you're doing with me in your room all these late nights and early mornings then." Wesley watched Angel walk across the room, and stop at the bed. The bed shifting underneath his weight for a second. Wesley folded his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. "There's demon slime on your ceiling, Angel."
"Huh?"
"Demon slime. On your ceiling." Wesley pointed up, squinting at it. "Now how in the hell did it get up -- what are you doing?" Wesley asked, blinking at Angel, watching the older vampire crawl over his body and straddle his hips. "Because really seducing me, after making fun of my peanut butter--" Wesley paused, trying to find the word he was searching for.
"Fetish?" Angel asked, nipping at Wesley's neck gently.
"I don't have a fetish with peanut butter." Wesley snapped. "You eat peanut butter once and suddenly the whole world -- ohhh.."
"Oh?"
"You're a sick bastard."
"Cruel would be the word, I believe." Angel said, trailing kisses across Wesley's throat, placing open mouthed kisses at his adam apple, grinning at how Wesley shivered underneath his mouth. His touch. Angel moved against Wesley, feeling the younger man writhe underneath him. "Admit it."
"What?"
"Admit that you have a peanut butter fetish... aaannnd..." Angel paused, to lean up and brush his lips against Wesley's. "that I'm not vain."
"Well that's absolute--"
Angel kissed Wesley more passionately, nibbling at his bottom lip. "Admit it."
"I think you're just-- Angel..."
"Admit it."
Wesley groaned, leaning his head back, wishing Angel would stop moving that way against him.
"C'mon, Wes..."
"Alright." Wesley sighed, letting out a deep breath. "I might have a certain fondness of peanut butter, and you might not be vain, good enough?"
Angel grinned, climbing off of Wesley and sliding underneath the covers, leaning over the bed to kiss Wesley for a few seconds before leaning back over to his side of the bed. "You should get some sleep, Wes. I think we're out of peanut butter, you might need to go shopping tomorrow, plus big day for Angel Investigations tomorrow. Night."
And that was why Wesley hated being in love with Angel.
:-D
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