Wesley Macintyre (wesleythewise) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-06-03 12:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante, roger, wes, wesley |
Tuesday 2nd December
Who: Roger, Dante and Wesley
Where: BGH
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Roger & Dante return home for a brief spell
Rating: NSFW!!!
Note: AIM scene
Roger : *call to the house from an unfamiliar number*
Wesley : *answers* Hello Wesley Macintyre....
Roger : *a deep, low, drawling voice* Is this the Wesley McIntyre from Seattle?
Wesley : Er...... yeah.....?
Roger : Do you know where the love of your life is?
Wesley : Y..... what? I.... who is this?
Roger : *small chuckle* Do you know where the love of your life is.
Wesley : *pause, wondering* .......is this some dating thing...? I'm.... *measured* He's.... safe, I hope...
Roger : But do you know?
Wesley : .....no.
Roger : Have you checked the front door?
Wesley : *audible swallow*
Roger : *more like Roger* Maybe you should.
Wesley : D.... don't fuck around.... you....
Roger : *giggle* Open the fucking door!
Wesley : Oh my fucking God..... *sounds of thudding feet*
Roger : *Dante in the background* You are so queer, swear t'God...
Wesley : Oh my fucking GOD.... *stumble bump* Ow fuckit.... if you are fucking with me I swear to fucking Christ....
Roger : *grinning* You sang Addicted to Love on our first date.
Wesley : *some sort of sound that's like a sob and a cheer* Fuck....
Roger : *Dante, irritably* I coulda broke in faster'n this!
Wesley : I'M COMING. *fumbling the doorknob*
Roger: I love you, baby.
Wesley : No no no save it til I open the door.... *throws it open*
Roger : I. Love. You.
Wesley : *stands there staring at him for two seconds before he throws his arms around him, phone dropping*
Roger : *catching him, laughing* Hey, Wessy.
Wesley : *clings to him with all his might* I've missed you. Holy fucking Christ....
Roger : *hugging him tightly, nuzzling into his neck* I know, I know...
Wesley : *sniffling* Fuck I love you. Fuck you can't be here. How are you here. Fuck let me look at you...
Roger : *bashful, biting his bottom lip* We took a bus.
Wesley : *takes a step back, brushing roger's hair out of his eyes, eyes completely watery and doey* You look gorgeous.... you have a scar.... who the fuck hurt you?
Roger : Oh, yeah... *touches the scar over his left eye* Stray bullet.
Wesley : Bullet??.... *frown*
Dante: This was right before he wrecked my bike.
Roger: I said I was sorry!
Dante: Sorry don't make Jessica less wrecked!
Wesley : *finally pays Dante attention and instantly moves over to give him a hug too*
Dante: *growling and shoving* Get off me, weirdo.
Wesley : *smiles and sighs* Nice to see you too. Oh wait, excuse me.... *moves back off Dante and tugs Roger in for a kiss*
Roger : *startled a moment, then reciprocates, wrapping his arms around Wes' waist*
Wesley : *hums deep, sliding his arms around him and clearly copping a feel*
Roger : *growling softly, grinds against him*
Wesley : *laughs against his lips, encouraging him*
Dante: *shoving past them* Yeah great whatever, I'm fuckin' hungry and bleeding.
Wesley : *mumbling where he can* Food's in fridge.... *resumes kissing and groping before finally pulling away* Need to make up for lost time you understand....
Roger : *purring* He'll be okay... been bleeding for a few days...
Wesley : *brief kiss* I'm guessing you wanna come inside?
Roger : Maybe... gotta get as much time with you while I can... *kisses deeply*
Wesley : *returns the kiss then pulls away, frowning a little* While you can....? You're not staying?
Roger : *looks him over, sighing a bit* Let's go inside, ok?
Wesley : *nods once then leads him in, kicking the door shut*
Roger : *follows Dante into the kitchen, frowning* Get off the counter.
Dante: *untying a strap from his leg* S'easier to look at it sittin.
Wesley : C'mere. *puts hand on his head without asking, closing his eyes*
Dante: *brow furrowed, frowning* Fuckin' tent revival shit.
Roger: Um... is the bullet gonna... come out?
Wesley : *opens eyes and stares at Roger* He has a bullet in there?
Roger: Well...
Wesley : *thumps Dante on the back in annoyance then steps infront of him* get your pants off.
Dante: *staring* Are you outta your fuckin mind!
Wesley : I'm not gonna suck you off you prick, pants off or tug 'em up, either way I'm healing your dumbass before Ric or Mandy gets home and fucking.... just drop 'em
Dante: *growling, slides off the counter and undoes his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. totally naked*
Wesley : *trying not to laugh, kneels to the side of his injured leg, putting his hand around the wound*
Dante: *grunting* Fuckin hurry up already.
Roger: Want me to do it with the knife again? Third time's a charm.
Dane: *pointing* You stay the fuck away from it!
Wesley : No knives, no swearing, no talking..... *making the bullet furrow back out and healing on the way*
Dante: *hisses* Fuck....
Wesley : Quit. Whining. I'm almost done....
Dante: *growling and grunting and mumbling*
Wesley : *finally gets the bullet to the surface and catches it in his hand as soon as it pops out.* all done.
Dante: Bout fuckin' time.
Wesley : *kisses Dante's thigh before he stands up, moving away from the retaliation, examining the bullet* Since when did you try and dodge caliber bullets?
Dante: *swats at Wesley, gets up and pulls on his pants*
Roger: Um..... *looks at Dante, who shrugs* Well.... uh how's Mandy?
Wesley : *pauses, putting the bullet to one side then turns, frowning* she's ok.
Roger : Good, that's good. That's... *coughs clightly*
Wesley : You know. She's a normal eighteen year old girl...
Roger : Is she seeing anyone?
Wesley : No. She's decided against it.
Roger : How come?
Wesley : *shrugging a little* The thing with Ophelia kinda made her... upset.
Roger : Oh. Well... I guess it's good to take time if you're not ready to move on. *moves closer, lifting a hand and running his fingers over Wesley's arm* How about you? Are you... um.... y'know.
Wesley : *regards him with a raised eyebrow* Am I seeing anyone else?
Roger : *shyly* Well...
Wesley : *quietly* Who else would I see, Roger? No-one can match up to you, if I was to go with anyone at all it'd just be for fun and it.... I'm not going to do that.
Roger : I-I know you... get lonely. And.... *mumbles*
Wesley : Roger. I'm not dating anyone.
Dante : *rifling through the cabinets, munching on potato chips* He thinks you're fucking someone.
Roger : Roger!
Wesley : *glares at the back of his head* No. I'm not fucking anyone. Not to mean I... haven't. Since. But only twice. And you know me.... that's.... like.... a dought number.
Roger : *expression struggles a minute, then he sighs, moving closer* Okay. It's okay. I don't... it doesn't really matter.
Wesley : You wanted an answer, I gave you one, I'm.... *looks at his hands* I didn't know if you were coming back, and I....
Roger : *taking his chin in his hand, firmly* It doesn't matter, Wesley.
Wesley : *strokes up and down his arms, trying to disguise the pout* Okay.
Roger : You're right. I'm the one that... it's not fair to think that you should have to... stop living. And I'm sorry. And I love you. *kisses him softly*
Wesley : *returns the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around him* I didn't stop breathing if that's what you mean....
Roger : Sex is like breath to you, honey. *chuckles*
Wesley : *thwaps then grins* Yeah.... but you take my breath away so much that doesn't really count
Dante : *scoffing* Barf.
Wesley : Jealous....
Dante : *flatly* Yeah, must be. Always wanted to be sickening.
Wesley : You always wanted to be Roger's bed buddy..... *sniggering then clears throat* Even that's disgusting to me
Roger : *looks over at Roger*
Dante : *smirks*
Wesley : *looks between them* What..... what?
Dante : *casually* Your boy fucked somebody on the road, and he don't wanna tell you.
Roger : *hissing* Roger!
Dante : What? He just admitted he did! Might as well...
Wesley : *swallows* Well.... you know..... same thing.
Roger : She wasn't... it wasn't like you're thinking. It was....
Dante : Business.
Roger : Sorta...
Wesley : She?
Wesley : And what kinda business you gotta do that means fucking women?
Dante : *chuckle*
Roger : *groaning* I don't... wanna talk about this right now...
Wesley : *frown* Fine. *looks around* You want drinks?
Dante : Scotch Rocks
Roger : Apple juice, if you've got it.
Wesley : I have both.... *crosses to the cabinet o get two glasses*
Roger : *goes over to Roger, dragging him to the side and whispering angrily*
Wesley : *looks like he's ignoring them, busying himself getting drinks*
Dante : *annoyed, loudly* Fine, whatever. I get it. I'm going!
Roger : Don't do that! *grabs at Roger, but misses* Come on, don't.... augh....
Wesley : *calmoy* You don't watch your scotch then?
Dante : *shouting from the living room* Get bent.
Wesley : *shrug* Too late. *downs the scotch*
Roger : *sighs softly* Wes...
Wesley : *coughing then turns to him* Yes, prince?
Roger : *watches him a moment, then moves closer* I don't know. I don't know what to say... or what to do right now. Can we just... can I just be with you?
Wesley : *walks over to him, cups his face in his hands and holds his gaze* The only thing that is important to me is that you are alive, and still love me. That's all I care about. You understand? I don't care what you've done.... so yes you can be with me, you can... do whatever you want with me.
Roger : *hugs him tightly, nuzzling against his ear* I missed you so much.
Wesley : *clings to him* I know... at least I hoped so, I just.... fuck you for making my eyes water.
Roger : I'm sorry. For everything, I'm so sorry...
Wesley : Hey, no don't..... *strokes his hair* Don't apologise.
Roger : But I am. I'm sorry that I made you worry, and that you're alone, and that I'm... that I can't stay, and that you shouldn't have to go through this.
Wesley : Hey. I said stop it. *pulls away to look at him* I would go through anything if it meant seeing you again.
Roger : *smiling ruefully* I can't promise you always will.
Wesley : *determined* Doesn't matter.
Roger : I don't want you to keep waiting for me.
Wesley : I won't. I mean I was - moving on, but this is just a pit-stop right? And even if I do move on nobody's going to replace you.... I've told everyone that.... yaeh I can be happy but never like I am with you. So I won't wait. There's no.... point in waiting. You're it.
Roger : *swallowing thickly* Oh Wes... I don't... you're just so.... *kisses him*
Wesley : *hums and deepens it quickly*
Roger : *breathily* Can we go upstairs?
Wesley : If we can make it that far.... *nips at his lip and begins to tug him*
Roger : *shudders, gasping slightly* God I missed this... missed you.... *grips at his shirt, clinging*
Wesley : like I said.... make up for lost time.... *takes him to the back stairs*
Roger : *following for a moment, pauses when they get to the stairs, pulling away. smirking softly, shrugs out of his jacket, dropping it onto the floor*
Wesley : *eyebrow raise*..... i like the way your mind works.
Roger : *peeling off his shirt* Strip.
Wesley : *happy grin as he obliges, peeling off his shirt over his head*
Roger : *watching hungrily*
Wesley : *drops it to the side thens lowly undoes his belt*
Roger : *does the same, watching Wes intently, letting his own jeans fall down over his hips*
Wesley : *shoves jeans down to his thighs, kicking them off as they slip down.*
Roger : *moves closer to Wesley, gently pushing him back onto the stairs, lowering himself over him*
Wesley : *purrs, supporting his weight by putting his hands on some of the steps, though one has to graze across that chest*
Roger : *kisses along his neck and jaw, breathing him in deeply, putting two hands on the step behind him*
Wesley : *finally settles down, letting his hands roam all over him and kissing where he can reach*
Roger : *murmuring, lips moving down his chest* You always wanted to do this... I never wanted to... *flicks his tongue over his navel*
Wesley : *dark chuckle* Mmmmm yeah.... I remember.... not seeming so bad right now?
Roger : I'm different now. *nips low on his belly*
Wesley : Mmmm I can tell.... *runs fingers in his hair*
Roger : *tugs on Wesley's underwear, sliding it over his skin, immediately taking the tip of his cock between his lips and sucking, gently*
Wesley : *gutteral groan that he makes no effort to quieten* fucck yes.... i missed those lips.....
Roger : *growls forcefully, curling his fingers into his hips, taking the rest of him into his mouth*
Wesley : *arches hips upwards, breath hitching in his throat*
Roger : *works mouth over him slowly at first, gradually gaining speed*
Wesley : *writhing beneath him, getting harder by the second, fingernails digging into the stairs*
Roger : *works him to full hardness, panting, then finally pulls back, giving one last lick from hilt to tip, looking up at Wes' eyes*
Wesley : *panting, looking down at him hungrily* you were always so fucking good at that....
Roger : *deeply* You want me inside you?
Wesley : *whimpers* fuck....
Roger : You have four seconds to get up those stairs.
Wesley : *grins, exhilerated, then turns and speeds up the stairs with dark giggles*
Roger : *counts quickly to four, the bolts up after, catching him halfway up and grabbing him from behind around the waist, pulling him down* Not fast enough, my love... *kisses over his back and shoulders, one hand sliding down and grabbing his ass firmly*
Wesley : *yelps when Roger tuggs him down, panting really hard and laughing before his ass his grabbed, when he growls and shudders, melting back into him* on the landing, lover?.... how risque....
Roger : *panting in his ear* Isn't this what you always wanted? Something more... forceful? And vocal? *pushes two fingers into him, curling them slowly*
Wesley : *groans loudly, folliowed by a gasp* yes.... yse i did....
Roger : *slides them in and out, stretching him* I can't hear you....
Wesley : *rocks back against his fingers* YES.... fuck yes....
Roger : *nipping his ear* Do you want me inside you?
Wesley : nnnnnngh yes, fuck Roger... too long
Roger : *remove his fingers, spitting on his palm and then stroking himself* How much do you want it?
Wesley : *looks over his shoulder* you know how much i want it... how much i want you....
Roger : *presses himself against Wesley's ass, but doesn't push in yet* Say you love me
Wesley : *breathes in a whimper* fuck - i love you
Roger : *pushes inside him, slowly, growling* Oh, yes... mmm.... oh wow...
Wesley : *curls fingers into the floor, curls his toes - mouth hangs open in a silent gasp before he growls, low in his throat*
Roger : *shudders, hips jerking slightly*
Wesley : *rocks ass back against him, encouraging*
Roger : *grabs his hips tightly, teeth gritted until he's fully inside* Oh Wesley... forgot how... tight you are.... *moans*
Wesley : *strangled groans and moans, breaths as he relaxes and tries to get his ass wider for him* fill me up baby.... fucking fuck me and fill me up....
Roger : *rolls his hips slowly, pulling Wesley up against him* Wes... honey, mmm.... love you... love you...
Wesley : *leans up wherever he wants him, breathless* love you.... missed you... missed this....
Roger : *jerks hard, running his hand up Wes' back, grabbing his hair and jerking his head back, biting his shoulder*
Wesley : *growls and rubs his ass even more, rocking his hips against him* give it to me, take me.... *starts stroking his cock*
Roger : *starts pounding hard, hips thrusting fast, unrelenting, grunting and growling*
Wesley : *constant stream of moaning and gasps, shuddering all over* shit.... this is.... you're amazing
Roger : *reaches an arm around him, lacing his fingers with Wesley's around his cock, stroking fast and squeezing as he rides him*
Wesley : *grunting and gasping, constant stream of swears as his knees rub against the floor*
Roger : Come for me, Wes... do it.... now. *thrusts hard into him, squeezing his cock tightly*
Wesley : *leans his head back, sheened with sweat, jerking slightly before he bursts from Roger's hand, spurting his load and crying out in orgasm*
Roger : *continues stroking him, rolling his hips hard into Wes, cumming hard inside him, gasping sharply*
Wesley : *squeezes his ass around him before feeling his body go limp*
Roger : *shudders, the arm holding them up shaking* Oh, shit... Wes... *kisses over his back and shoulders*
Wesley : *rolls head so that he can kiss wherever he can reach, mostly just being air* yeah....
Roger : *pulls out of him, resting on his knees, gasping*
Wesley : *grunts then tries to hold himself up, leaning back on one hand* fuck... i can't.... my legs won't...
Roger : *pushes him over onto his back, then lays over him* Wesley...
Wesley : *moves easily and purrs, stroking through roger's hair* Mmmm Roger...
Roger : I love you. *looks into his eyes* Whatever happens... don't ever forget that.
Wesley : *gets lost a minute then smiles * It's imprinted to my memory and stamped on my ass.... can't forget that.
Roger : Okay. Good. Because I mean it. No matter what. *kisses him forcefully*
Wesley : *kisses back, meeting him halfway*
Wesley : *pauses* You know... this floor's kinda cold.
Roger : *gets to his feet, holding his hands out*
Wesley : *takes his hands and hoists himself up*
Roger : *pulls him close, holding him tightly*
Wesley : *slides arms around him, breathing him in*
Roger : I have so much I want to tell you... but I don't want to... ruin this. *runs his fingers through Wes' hair*
Wesley : You can tell me in time.... *kisses him lightly* For now I just want to love you, in my bed, before Ric gets home and all hell breaks loose...
Roger : Okay honey... okay. *pulls him along up the stairs*
Wesley : *rests head on his shoulder as they walk* I haven't been back to our apartment
Roger : Yeah, I... I thought you'd come here. *slips an arm around him*
Wesley : *unlocks door to his room then saunters in*
Roger : *follows in*
Wesley : *unmade bed, unmade everything*
Roger : *laughs softly* Just like I remember.
Wesley : *nudges him and walks over to the bed, leading roger there*
Roger : *walks over, sits*
Wesley : *leans back against the mattress, groaning* ugh.... my knees... my back! i haven't.... damn you were amazing
Roger : *blushing* Oh come on Wes...
Wesley : No I'm serious.... you were.... controlling and vocal and commanding....
Roger : I know. Everything you wanted... before.
Wesley : You are everything I want.
Roger : *shy smile* You like sex better when I don't act like I used to.
Wesley : *stare* I like sex with you.... end of sentence. NO no... I LOVE sex with you... that was just - new.
Roger : You always make more noise when... well y'know. Not that I mind.
Wesley : I made noise, Roger....
Roger : *small chuckle* Yeah you did. Always.
Wesley : *tugs on him* come lay with me? i want to be in my sheets with you.
Roger : Of course, honey. Of course. *crawls into the sheets, settling in with Wesley, resting on his shoulder*
Wesley : *cuddles him close, sighing contentedly*
Roger : *kisses his chest* I love you.
Wesley : MmIloveyoumore.
Roger : *quiet a moment* I killed someone.
Wesley : *quiet then raises head to look down at him* You did?
Roger : *nods* Yeah.
Wesley : *pause*...... why?
Roger : *softly* Because. It was the job.
Wesley : Right.... you and Roger are like..... I should have known that you'd have to get involved.
Roger : I didn't have to. I didn't... Dante didn't want me to.
Wesley : So why did you do it?
Roger : I wanted to.
Wesley : Alright so why did you want to?
Roger : It was... easy. Because I just could. Because she was there, and all I had to do wa distract and then... I just... did it.
Wesley : *frowning to himself*
Roger : There's something in me that I can't... I don't know what it is. But it's dark. It's really dark.
Wesley : *strokes roger's shoulder quietly*
Roger : I didn't want to tell you because I don't want you to look at me differently. But... I am different.
Wesley : *nods slowly* ok....
Roger : I always thought Dante was my darkness, that if I could get him to go away I'd be... but... *swallows, sitting up, pulling away* He's not.
Wesley : *watches him, worriedly.*
Roger : *not looking at him* I liked it. I liked doing it.
Wesley : *sighs a little, closing his eyes* I don't.... understand.
Roger : Of course you don't. You're... you're good. And normal, and sweet and perfect. You're not some... fucked up broken... thing.
Wesley : Hey.. don't say that, you're not that.... *sits up and holds him from behind*
Roger : How can you even say that?
Wesley : Because I love you. I'm a healer. I don't fall for... monsters. I fall for those who aren't quite mended.... an'.... maybe you liked killing that person but it's just.... a form of.... controlling life.
Roger : Or maybe I'm a monster, Wesley.
Wesley : You're not a monster. No monster is capable of love.
Roger : *scoffs* There's more.
Wesley : *sighs and lets go of him, settling back on the pillows*
Roger : I don't have to tell you, if you don't want.
Wesley : *is quiet for a while then shakes his head* Go ahead.
Roger : *softly* Something hapened with Dante.
Wesley : *shrugs* and....
Roger : And... well... let's just say there's a specific reason why the bullet grazed my forehead and landed in his thigh.
Wesley : You were sucking him off?
Roger : *quiet*
Wesley : *rubs the side of his forehead*
Roger : *small voice* Do you want me to leave?
Wesley : *laughs a little* No I don't want you to leave.
Roger : *looks back at him, confused by the laughter* No?
Wesley : No, it..... *buries face in his hands and sighs*
Roger : *bites his lip nervously* Wes?
Wesley : How am I meant to react to this? You tell me.... you like killing people. And that you want to suck Dante's dick. And you're.... saying you're a monster and I'm trying to deal with you just being back here, and that you're gonna leave again, and you can't even give me one hour to believe that I have my Roger back.....
Roger : This is your Roger. I'm sorry I'm not the vision of perfection that you always thought that I was, but... this is me.
Wesley : You're not.... getting what I mean.... I - *bites his lip if only to stop him snapping and crying at the same time* I have agonised over you. And I am so fucking grateful that you're back... but you can't expect me to take in everything you're saying to me right now.... I don't even know where to start, and It's... I want to understand, you know?
Roger : *voice shaking* Please don't understand, ok? Just... please? I don't want you to, I don't want you to be tainted by me just... just say you love me. And then lay with me and we can go to sleep. Please?
Wesley : I'm not tainted by you...... *sighs and closes his eyes* C'mere.
Roger : *crawls over, shaking a little*
Wesley : *wraps him up in his arms and holds him tight*
Roger : *exhales a shuddering breath* I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Wesley.
Wesley : *sniffles* It doesn't matter.
Roger : I love you so much....
Wesley : *swallows* I love you.
Roger : *muscles relax, melts against him* Okay.
Wesley : *rocks him gently*
Roger : It didn't... happen with Dante.
Wesley : What do you mean?
Roger : We didn't actually... do anything. Yet.
Wesley : I don't get it.