Ficlet Post - Watching - Angel/Fred/Wesley - FRAO
Title: Watching
Pairing: Angel/Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: Around 330
Summary: AU S3 of Angel.
AN: Written using the prompt ‘Pleasure’, which was given to me by Lara. Also for the ‘Surprise/Illusion’ prompt at btvsats_love
“Anything?” She asked, her brown eyes ticking up to meet his.
Angel smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. He loved how it was so soft and silky. Plus, it smelled of watermelon, which was now Angel’s favorite scent.
“Anything,” he murmured, his fingers now tracing over her jaw line.
Fred chewed her lip in thought for a moment before climbing to the other side of Angel. “I want to see you pleasure him,” she said, motioning her hand toward Wesley. “I want to watch.”
Angel smiled and then nodded. Fred moved to the bedside table and had took the lube out. She handed it to Angel and leaned back to watch.
Fingers were lubed and pressed forth. When Wesley was ready, Angel pushed inside, hissing at the tightness and warmth. Leaning over Wesley’s body, he started to thrust into him with even and strong strokes. He could feel the heated flesh of Wesley’s cock pinned between their stomachs and groaned.
Wes reached out for Fred but she moved away and shook her head. “This is all for you, sweetie. You’ve wanted the both of us for so long, haven’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked with Angel’s.
“Yes,” Wesley groaned, his hips bucking up in time with Angel’s thrusts. “Love…both of you.”
Both Angel and Fred grinned at that as Angel’s thrust became harder. He looked over at Fred and nodded his head, knowing Wesley was close to coming.
Fred’s face shifted, eyes turning yellow and fangs extracting. She leaned down and pierced the pulse of Wesley’s neck. He gasped, his cock twitching and spilling itself, just as Angel’s own orgasm came.
“An-Angelus?” Wesley breathless said.
Angel grinned.
“I don’t have to be soulless to be evil, Wes,” he growled. He tangled his fingers in Wesley’s hair and pulled his head to the side as Fred continued to drink. “Fred’s going to make a wonderful Sire, don’t you think?”
All Wesley could do was nod.
Pairing: Angel/Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: Around 330
Summary: AU S3 of Angel.
AN: Written using the prompt ‘Pleasure’, which was given to me by Lara. Also for the ‘Surprise/Illusion’ prompt at btvsats_love
“Anything?” She asked, her brown eyes ticking up to meet his.
Angel smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. He loved how it was so soft and silky. Plus, it smelled of watermelon, which was now Angel’s favorite scent.
“Anything,” he murmured, his fingers now tracing over her jaw line.
Fred chewed her lip in thought for a moment before climbing to the other side of Angel. “I want to see you pleasure him,” she said, motioning her hand toward Wesley. “I want to watch.”
Angel smiled and then nodded. Fred moved to the bedside table and had took the lube out. She handed it to Angel and leaned back to watch.
Fingers were lubed and pressed forth. When Wesley was ready, Angel pushed inside, hissing at the tightness and warmth. Leaning over Wesley’s body, he started to thrust into him with even and strong strokes. He could feel the heated flesh of Wesley’s cock pinned between their stomachs and groaned.
Wes reached out for Fred but she moved away and shook her head. “This is all for you, sweetie. You’ve wanted the both of us for so long, haven’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked with Angel’s.
“Yes,” Wesley groaned, his hips bucking up in time with Angel’s thrusts. “Love…both of you.”
Both Angel and Fred grinned at that as Angel’s thrust became harder. He looked over at Fred and nodded his head, knowing Wesley was close to coming.
Fred’s face shifted, eyes turning yellow and fangs extracting. She leaned down and pierced the pulse of Wesley’s neck. He gasped, his cock twitching and spilling itself, just as Angel’s own orgasm came.
“An-Angelus?” Wesley breathless said.
Angel grinned.
“I don’t have to be soulless to be evil, Wes,” he growled. He tangled his fingers in Wesley’s hair and pulled his head to the side as Fred continued to drink. “Fred’s going to make a wonderful Sire, don’t you think?”
All Wesley could do was nod.