"I should kill you." Angel's words are a growl, and it's times like this that it becomes clear that perhaps demon and man are not quite as separate as the vampire would have the world believe.
Wes feels the pain shimmer through his body. When you're in pain, you can't be dead. And oh God, does he want to be dead.
"I fucked him," Wes says, and there it is -- the pride, the remembered pleasure, the hope.
Hope that if he says this in just the right way, maybe Angel will end this farcical existence once and for all.
He knows that Connor will want to save him. He knows that Connor loves him. And in his own, twisted way, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce loves him, too.
But the shame. The betrayal. The baby he gave away is now a young man, and Wes cannot believe the cruelty of Fate that he, the man who surrendered Connor into darkness, wants to use Connor yet again.
To satisfy his lusts. His need. His hollow life.
God, no. The boy deserves so much more.
"I fucked your son and he liked it," Wes says.
Angel pushes him away, and he slides down the wall, crumpling into a heap.
"Why won't you kill me?" Wes whispers. His voice is hoarse. The scar on his throat burns, burns.
But Angel has slammed the door. And Wesley is left alone.
I guess I'm been reading too much Spawn, but I just heard the above sentence in my head with an essential word replaced. Sheyah. We all need Connor/Wes.
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Wes feels the pain shimmer through his body. When you're in pain, you can't be dead. And oh God, does he want to be dead.
"I fucked him," Wes says, and there it is -- the pride, the remembered pleasure, the hope.
Hope that if he says this in just the right way, maybe Angel will end this farcical existence once and for all.
He knows that Connor will want to save him. He knows that Connor loves him. And in his own, twisted way, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce loves him, too.
But the shame. The betrayal. The baby he gave away is now a young man, and Wes cannot believe the cruelty of Fate that he, the man who surrendered Connor into darkness, wants to use Connor yet again.
To satisfy his lusts. His need. His hollow life.
God, no. The boy deserves so much more.
"I fucked your son and he liked it," Wes says.
Angel pushes him away, and he slides down the wall, crumpling into a heap.
"Why won't you kill me?" Wes whispers. His voice is hoarse. The scar on his throat burns, burns.
But Angel has slammed the door. And Wesley is left alone.
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Wes cannot believe the cruelty of Fate that he, the man who surrendered Connor into darkness, wants to use Connor yet again.
Adored it.
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And BTW -- your fic archive? Amazing community service :)
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::dies::
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GOD: Fuckin' A.
:nods wisely:
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Great job on the Connor/Wes. Really awesome.
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I guess I'm been reading too much Spawn, but I just heard the above sentence in my head with an essential word replaced. Sheyah. We all need Connor/Wes.
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Your fic, m'lady
The Field Where I Died
Connor/Wes
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Mer
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