This is a little ficlet that was written for the Random Rimming Challenge at feedmykink.

TITLE: The Joy Of Science
AUTHOR: SpankSpike
PAIRING: Angel/Wesley
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Set mid Season 1, just after Wesley (the Rougue Demon Hunter!) has joined Angel and Cordelia. The thing Wes misses most about the Watcher's Council is the opportunity to do research on vampires and other demons. He's determined that he will continue his research - with Angel as his subject.




THE JOY OF SCIENCE


One of the primary functions of the Watcher's Council was to study the very vampires and demons their charges were responsible for fighting. That had been one of the things Wesley had liked most about being a watcher. Now, not only would he no longer have the opportunity to participate in the council's research, he wouldn't even have access to the centuries of knowledge they'd compiled.

What Wesley did have was something better, a vampire at his disposal - every day. So he'd begun to conduct his own experiments, compile his own important data, even if Angel was sometimes less than enthused about participating.

Of course he'd started with the simple tests first. How high could a vampire leap into the air unaided? Nearly 1 1/2 stories. What is the maximum distance that a vampire could cover in a single jump? Angel could easily span a large alley, crossing from one rooftop to the next, without as much as a wobble on the landing.

Then he'd moved on to more unusual experiments, research the Council hadn't even dared to attempt, gathering information that the other Watchers would never have access to.

Just tonight he'd started by conducting an experiment with the express goal of discovering how many drinks were required to make a vampire well and truly drunk. Wes had followed that up by working to learn just how many more drinks it would take to make said vampire highly susceptible to human suggestion.

Once Wesley had logged the results of those two experiments in his journal, the former Watcher proceeded to test Angel on a fact of vampire physiology he'd wondered and had his own theories about since first entering the Watcher's Academy in his teens.

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"Oh!" Wesley cried out, palms sweating where he gripped the back of Angel's worn leather sofa, bare knees starting to stick to the cushions as he perspired. He leaned over, pressing his forehead to the sofa's back, one hand releasing the death grip he'd had on it so that he could reach behind his back.

Using the hand he'd just freed up, Wesley grasped one of his cheeks, opening his ass further to give Angel's tongue even better access. Though the way the vampire was currently firmly circling Wes' prostate with the tip of his tongue was enough to keep the ex-Watcher from touching his throbbing erection, fearing that doing so might make him come too quickly and end the "experiment" sooner than he'd planned.

The steady drip of pre-cum from Wesley's distended tip seemed to be driving Angel wild, so much so that Wesley couldn't help but wonder if it was the scent that was pushing the vampire's desire to even greater heights. And if the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Angel frantically jerked off behind him were any indication Wesley was entirely accurate on that assumption as well.

"A little to your… ahh… left, Angel," Wesley panted, moving his other hand down and rubbing his thumb over the slick, exposed head of his prick in slow circles. "Just there… that's it."

"Oooh," Wesley shivered, prickles of pain/pleasure dancing up his spine and making his cock twitch hard as Angel's fangs grazed the sensitive skin surrounding his opening. "Do mind the fangs, Angel."

Angel growled his response and Wes didn't know if the vampire was agreeing to his request, apologizing, or simply enjoying his task to the fullest.

There were two things that Wesley did know with absolute certainty - that his hypothesis had been correct and that the experiment was a complete success, even if his methods were perhaps a little less than scientific. Now he'd proven for a fact that a vampire's tongue was indeed markedly longer when in demon guise!

As Angel shoved Wesley's own questing fingers away from his cock and started to fist Wes' dick as fast as he was jerking his own, the ex-Watcher's head filled with a phrase he'd heard his father repeat often, though he was quite sure this wasn't what the stuffy old bastard had meant when he'd said it. And if the knowledge that his father would not approve of his son's experiment was enough to drive Wesley over the edge a little faster, no one would be any the wiser.

When his climax claimed him completely, listening as Angel followed with his own rather loud orgasm, Wes shouted his father's words at the top of his lungs, "Ahh, the joys of science!"

Collapsing against the sofa, Wesley was startled when the clatter of empty whiskey bottles signaled that Angel had lost his balance. Slumping sideways, he peered at the vampire's now human and very sweaty face as a brilliant thought struck him.

"What?" Angel was blinking up at him, hair mussed, hand still slowly milking his softening cock.

"Nothing, Angel." Wes smiled indulgently at the still highly intoxicated vampire before reaching to the side table to retrieve Angel's glass. He re-filled it, passing it to the bleary-eyed vampire. "Have another drink."

Angel swayed slightly as he took the offered glass, nodding seriously before tipping it back. "More experiments?"

"Yes, I should think that would be an excellent idea." He glanced down at the still half-hard cock Angel held loosely in his fist. "I've always wondered about vampire… Shall I call it… stamina?"

"Stamina?" Angel drained his glass before thumping it down hard on the polished wood floor. He grinned, tightening his fist around his cock and bringing it back to full hardness with only a couple of rough pulls before leaning forward to taste some of the come on Wesley's thigh. "I'll show you stamina."