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"It's worse than we thought," Willow frowned, looking up from the computer screen. "It's been less than 24 hours and he's left a trail of bodies from here to Santa Clarita."

Angel ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking. "How long since the last one?"

"Desk clerk at a motel, about six hours ago."

"He's holed up," Angel said. "He's waiting for me."

"So it's a trap," Andrew said. "You're not going after him, are you?"

"I'm coming with you," Kennedy insisted.

"Yeah, 'cause a Slayer is just what a skittish vampire's gonna want to see coming at him," Connor replied sarcastically. "Dad, I'll come with you."

"I'm going by myself," Angel said, shaking his head. "The rest of you, get to work on the ensouling spell; I'm gonna find him before he does any more damage."

~*~

The motel was swarming with police, which was impressive since he was sure at least half of L.A.'s police force had been wiped out during the almost-apocalypse; Wesley wasn't worried, really. He'd put the woman into the tub and drawn the curtain, and when the police had come to the door with their notebooks and questions he'd told them she was indisposed and they'd been in all evening. The gullible fools had accepted it without further question and given him their card and instructions to call if he saw or heard anything strange. The urge to make them into a meal - a two for one special - was nearly overwhelming, but he managed, barely. The more he fed, the more his hunger grew, and he was growing anxious for Angel's arrival.

"Wes?" About bloody time.

"Angel?" Time to turn it on. "God, Angel, what... what have I done?"

Something was off about Wes; there was no soul there, but he sounded truly regretful. "It's okay, Wes, we'll make it okay."

"I'm so hungry, Angel," Wes said in a small voice. "I feel... like I'll never stop being empty."

You don't play a player, and Angel knew for sure now that Wes was fucking with him. "Wes, you've been quite the busy boy. Eleven," Angel took in a deep whiff, smelling the woman in the bathroom. "No, I'm gonna say twelve people in less than 24 hours. That's a pretty powerful hunger you've got there."

"You would know," Wes pointed out with a snarl. "You made me."

Wes hadn't moved from his seat on the edge of the bed since Angel had let himself into the motel room, and Angel slowly approached. Before he knew what was happening, he was on his back. "Wes -"

"Shut up," Wes said, crushing Angel's mouth under his with a kiss hard enough to draw blood. "Just shut the fuck up."

It was all wrong; it was so wrong, and yet hadn't this been what Angel had wanted, deep down, since the moment a leather-clad demon hunter walked into his life and turned it upside down? Angel obeyed, more from shock than a desire to placate his Childe.

"I know what you want, lover," Wes drawled. "And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't even walk."

"No, Wes, this isn't right -"

Wes smirked. "Oh, the great Angelus is going to tell me about right?" His hands were everywhere, and it didn't seem possible for him to be pinning Angel's wrists and dragging Angel's pants down over his hips at the same time. "That's a fucking laugh." Suddenly Angel was on his stomach, his face - and dear god, his erection, he was getting off on this, what was wrong with him? - pressed into the bargain-basement motel carpet.

"Wes, come on, let's talk about this. You don't want to -"

"Don't fucking tell me what I want," Wes said, and Angel could feel Wesley's cock against his back, as hard as his own and still warm from his latest kill. "You've owned me for years, and now I'm going to own you."

Angel felt a knife being drawn down his back; he hadn't even realized Wes was armed at all until he felt the slim blade slicing his shirt in half and opening a shallow wound in his flesh. Wes drew his fingers through the welling blood and covered his cock with it; with no further preamble or preparation, he was pressing into Angel, the stab of pain and intrusion causing Angel to cry out and - what the hell was wrong with him - his cock to twitch.

"Feels so fucking good, Angel, like I always knew it would," Wes said, and Angel had to remind himself that this wasn't Wes, this was the demon, but did he even care? Wes was moving inside him, and fuck, blood made a terrible lubricant, it burned and stung and felt so damn good.

Wesley's hand snaked around and grasped Angel's cock, pumping him in rhythm to his thrusts. Angel let out a choked sob as he came, tepid ejaculate spilling over the hand that gripped him and the motel room carpet. Wes allowed his face to shift and his fangs sliced into Angel's shoulder; Angel's body shuddered at the sensory overload, and he felt Wesley's entire body go tense, felt him coming hard inside him, felt him collapse onto his back, sobbing.

"Wes?" Angel ventured after a moment. Willow's spell had come through, by the sound and smell of it. "Wes, it's okay."

Wes withdrew from him, sitting back on his heels. His eyes were wide with horror, and Angel could sympathize. "Angel, I - god, I..."

"It's okay, Wes," Angel said, gathering him into his arms. "It's gonna be okay."

~*~

"Could my family possibly be any more screwed up?" Connor said conversationally. "My role models are two ensouled vampires who haven't left the bedroom in three days, and I just don't even want to think about what's going on in there."

Willow gave the young man a sympathetic look. "If it makes you feel better, I think they're mostly just talking. Wes did some serious damage, and he's probably wracked with guilt."

"I'm not a virgin," Andrew said, out of the blue.

"Yes, you are," Angel said, alerting the others to his presence. "I can smell it on you. Wes is sleeping," he told Willow. "I can't thank you enough, really."

"Oh, don't thank me," she grinned, despite the fact that her left eye was still swollen shut from Wesley's fist. "Have lots of good sex, but, y'know, not too good, since I haven't figured out that part yet. You guys ready?"

Andrew was sulking, but Kennedy nodded. "Let's do this thing. Giles is gonna want a full report."

"In triplicate," Andrew said, brightening, and the three Scoobies were gone.

"So," Angel said, sitting down on the couch next to his son. "Think the cable's back up yet?"