Angel / RPGFH / Alternate Ending to It Depends

Warning! The following is completely PWP and BWB - as in "Beta? What Beta?" It's being posted just for fun and is not to be taken as a serious fic.

Written by: a very sleep deprived TBQ and Mer

The last few lines of It Depends:

"It doesn't matter." Wesley looked at his watch. "I should go. I told Angel and everyone I'd be back by ten." He walked to the door. "Said I was looking for a new source of grympi root in Santa Barbara."

Spike hopped down and followed Wesley toward the doorway. "Better take a shower before you see Angel, then. You're gonna have my scent all over you."

Wesley turned. He cocked his head and his mouth quirked in a small grin. "And I didn't even have to buy you dinner." The was a pause between them before Wesley felt compelled to add. "Are - are you going to be all right?"

"Oh yeah." Spike gave a nonchalant shrug. "Never better. Filled with piss and vinegar. You?"

"I'm fine. Or at least, I think I will be," Wesley replied. "Thank you Spike."

Spike looked as disaffected as ever. "You're welcome."

Wesley gave Spike a small smile before finally walking out the door and readying himself for the long ride home.

Fin.

The Alt Ending

"It doesn't matter." Wesley looked at his watch. "I should go. I told Angel and everyone I'd be back by ten." He walked to the door. "Said I was looking for a new source of grympi root in the Valley."

Spike hopped down and followed Wesley toward the doorway. "Better take a shower before you see Angel, then. You're gonna have my scent all over you."

Wesley turned. He cocked his head and his mouth quirked in a small grin. "And I didn't even have to buy you dinner."

Spike reached out and wrapped his hands around the lapels of Wesley's leather jacket and smoothly pulled it toward him. "Guess you owe me one then, mate."

Wesley felt his breath catch. He licked his lips.

Spike stared at the curves of Wesley's mouth. He could hear Wesley's heart beat faster. He pulled the Watcher to him slowly and leaned in to kiss him. Wesley's body stiffened, but he did not back away. His lips parted.

Spike deepened the kiss. He attempted to slide Wesley's coat off his shoulders, and began to kiss Wesley's neck. Only then did the human begin to resist. "No!" he panted.

Spike picked him up and threw him into the door, pinning him against it with his body. He could feel the Watcher's erection pressing into his own.

Wesley tried to turn his head away. "Spike!" he protested.

"Yes?" Spike gave Wesley a wolfish grin before bending his head to nibble gently on the offered neck.

Wesley jerked a little and brought a hand up between their bodies. "This isn't why I came." he said, turning back to face him.

"It will be." Spike said, covering Wesley's mouth with his own.

Wesley responded to the kiss again, his hand tightening on Spike's chest. "Spike," he repeated.

"Watcher," Spike replied. He moved his hands, sliding one down to rest on Wesley's hip and pressing the other into the nape of his neck.

Wesley's body pressed into Spike's. "What are we doing?" he asked.

"Just havin' a bit of fun." Spike replied soothingly.

"I should go," said Wesley.

"Want to?" inquired Spike.

Wesley licked his lips again and started breathing harder. "Um."

"I'll take that as a no." Spike resumed pulling Wesley's coat off, and threw it behind him. Wesley attempted to make a grab for the coat, and Spike seized his wrists and held them up against the door above his head. Slowly he began grinding his hips into the Watcher's. Wesley leaned forward and kissed Spike for the first time.

Spike slid his hands down Wesley's bared arms and traced the line of his jaw, cupping his cheek. The other went lower, sliding up under the Watcher's shirt. Wesley rested his hands on Spike's upper arms. Spike, noting that Wesley seemed to have no objection to this, decided to risk pinching his nipples.

Wesley gasped and pulled back a little. Spike looked into Wesley's eyes. "Too much?"

Wesley blinked a few times, as though trying to clear his vision. "N-no." Wesley said, as though startled by the answer.

Spike purred. "More?" Wesley looked as though he were about to answer, but then hesitantly leaned forward as though to kiss him again. Spike took the offered kiss, but leaned back after a moment. "That's very nice. But it's not an answer."

Wesley straightened and met Spike's eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

Spike grabbed Wesley's nipple and twisted. "'Yes' would be good."

Wesley gasped again, his eyes suddenly focusing as he looked at Spike. "What do you want?" Wesley asked.

"Well I didn't actually have a plan, pet, but I was thinking of getting you naked." Spike answered, smiling.

"Why?"

"'Cause it's hard to have mad wicked sex with your clothes on. Though we could probably work somethin' out." He moved his hand from Wesley's chest down to the back pocket of his pants and drew the Watcher more tightly against him.

Wesley kept his head well back, out of kissing range. "You need me to say yes?"

Spike again seized the back of Wesley's neck and growled into his ear. "I don't *need* you to say yes. I could rip your clothes off and take you right here, like this. But I *want* you to say yes. Makes the whole thing more interesting. Besides, I'd hate to spoil the leather."

Wesley's pulse jumped under Spike's touch. His hands grasped Spike's arms for balance. "I …" He turned his head and nipped Spike's ear. Spike froze for a moment, then began to nibble and suck on the watcher's ear in turn. Wesley moaned. "Spike - I -"

"Yes, Wesley?" Spike said huskily, leaving a trail of kisses down his throat.

Wesley's hands tightened again on Spike's arms and his breath became more labored. "Please," he said.

This time it was Spike who moaned, the sound muffled where his lips were pressed against the Watcher's collarbone. "That's better. Please what, Watcher?" Spike slid his hand over Wesley's hip and began stroking his erection through the leather.

Wesley's chest rose and fell quickly. His hips began to move to the rhythm of Spike's touch. "Please…" he repeated, now openly begging. Spike realized if he kept this up it would be over far too quickly. He grabbed Wesley's shirt and dragged him over to the tomb.

The Watcher followed, stumbling slightly, and Spike caught him hard against his own chest. "Careful, pet."

Wesley smiled, shook his head a little, "I must be insane." Wesley said, then glanced down at the bulge in Spike's crotch. "What do you want me to do?"

Spike ripped Wesley's shirt open down the front. He picked the Watcher up and sat him on the edge of the tomb. "Lie back and enjoy." he answered, kissing his way down Wesley's chest. He licked playful spirals around Wesley's dark, erect nipples, teasing them with his tongue and then giving them a light tug with his teeth.

Wesley ran a hand through Spike's hair, leaning back on the other for balance. He obediently began moving backwards to lie down, but Spike caught him around the waist. "Not that far back, pet. It's a lovely image, but not practical just yet." He unbuttoned Wesley's fly and slipped his hard cock free from his boxers.

Spike continued to kiss his way down Wesley's stomach until he could take Wesley in his mouth.

Wesley groaned. He held a fistful of Spike's hair. "I … I …" he said.

Spike swirled his tongue around the tip of Wesley's cock before drawing him in deeper, until the head of his cock was lodged deep in Spike's throat. The scent of Wesley's arousal was strong, almost dizzying, and Spike moaned.

Wesley inhaled sharply. His hips jerked forward. "Spike -"

Spike held onto Wesley's hips and began slowly bobbing up and down, stroking the Watcher's cock with his throat and tongue. He glanced up at Wesley's face and saw a look of intense concentration. Reluctantly Spike pulled back enough to be able to speak, then decided to prolong the Watcher's agony a little more. Spike removed the rest of Wesley's clothes and began to run his lips along the shaft of Wesley's cock, then shifted to licking and gently sucking on Wesley's balls. And then, even further back, to probe Wesley's opening with his tongue.

Wesley fell back onto his elbows. "Aah - Spike -" Wesley panted, " I - I could…"

Spike stopped briefly and looked up. "Could what, pet?" he asked.

Wesley's lips were parted and his eyes were hazy. "Turn over."

Spike shook his head. "Not yet. I want to see your face when you come."

Wesley met Spike's eyes. "Do you want me to?"

A jolt of pleasure ran through Spike at his words, as it had when the Watcher called *his* name. "Oh yeah." Spike groaned. "Yes, pet. Come for me." Spike buried a finger deep in Wesley's ass and again took the Watcher's cock deep in his throat. Wesley moaned, breathing very rapidly. Spike sucked in air around his cock and again began ministering to it with his tongue, as he slowly fucked the Watcher with his finger. Spike speeded up his attentions until Wesley's cock was pounding against the back of his throat.

Wesley cried out. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, mouth wide open. His raised shoulders created little shadowed hollows next to his neck. In time with his pulse, Wesley's cock jerked and warm creamy come flooded into Spike's mouth. He savored the salty taste as he swallowed. At least there was one thing he could still drink straight from the source.

Spike climbed up on the tomb and laid on top of Wesley, resting his weight on the Watcher's chest. He stroked Wesley's hair and bent his head to kiss him deeply, so Wesley could taste his own come on Spike's lips. Wesley's tongue entered Spike's mouth. As they kissed, Wesley lay back completely. One hand slid down Spike's side towards Spike's erection, and as Spike began nibbling and licking his ear, Wesley asked, "Do you want me to …?"

"Go?" Spike asked. There was a look of worry in Wesley's eyes. "No!" Spike put his hands on Wesley's shoulders, holding him down, and again kissed him deeply. "There is no bloody way, pet" Spike said softly, "That I'm letting you go right now." Suddenly, Spike grinned. "However, if that offer to turn over is still open…"

Wesley's mouth quirked. "Unfortunately, there's someone in my way."

Spike smiled down at him. "I'll kill the bastard."

Spike sat up, and Wesley turned over. "I don't know," Wesley said, "I'm not sure that I want you to."

Spike paused for a few moments to decode that one. "You *have* lost your mind," Spike replied, gently stroking his own hard cock back and forth over Wesley's asshole without attempting to enter. He ran a caressing hand over the muscles of Wesley's back. "Nice body, though."

Wesley's body moved in tune with Spike's. "Yes - I - never mind." Spike placed the tip of his cock at Wesley's entrance, took a firm hold on his hips, and slowly forced his way inside. When he was fully buried in the Watcher, Spike leaned forward, catching his weight on his hands and outlining Wesley's sweat-polished shoulderblade with tiny kisses to give him time to adjust. "You alright?" he asked.

"Yes" Wesley said, as he shifted underneath Spike to a more comfortable position. He began to move gently forward and back, then turned to look at Spike. "How much do you want of me?" he asked. For answer, Spike took hold of Wesley's hips and began a smooth, steady rhythm.

Wesley moved against him and Spike sighed, enjoying the feeling of warm skin against his own. He reached around to grasp Wesley's cock, which was beginning to harden again. Spike caressed it in time with his own strokes, which were getting faster and harder. "Spike!" Wesley gasped and pushed back against Spike's thrusting hips. Spike moaned. "Yes pet". Spike rammed into Wesley even harder, his pace becoming almost frantic. "You feel… so good…"

Wesley shifted his weight again to find a position where he could get more purchase. Spike caught himself on the edge of coming and began to move with excruciating slowness, kissing Wesley where his neck met his shoulder. But then Wesley began pushing back against him and squeezing his cock even tighter, and Spike came inside him, crying out, and biting the Watcher's shoulder, though without drawing blood.