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Louder Than Words
by WesleysGirl
Rating: NC-17
Connor/Wesley, non-consensual sex.
Written for Flaming June and Saussy's Slashficathon -- July 2003 -- for Mer.
Thanks to Magpie for the encouragement and the idea, to Doyle for the Connor-voice-check, and to Butterfly for the beta.
Wesley.
He had blood on his face, and Connor wasn't finished with him yet, not
by a long shot. No matter what Jasmine said.
"Well, go on," Connor told Jasmine's followers, who were still standing
around looking at Connor and the prisoners. "You heard her. Take them
back."
A few of the guards moved forward, gesturing with weapons to get the
others onto their feet, but when Wesley started to get up, Connor stopped
him with one hand on his shoulder. "Not you," he said.
Wesley settled back down onto his knees.
"Maybe you're the one who didn't hear her," Gunn said, yanking his arm
away from the guard who'd taken it. "She wants *all* of us. You think
she's gonna like it when they come back without Wesley?"
"I'll bring him back," Connor said flatly. "I just need to talk to him
first."
Fred and Lorne looked concerned too, but Connor didn't ignored them.
He waited until the sounds of everyone walking back up the tunnel had
faded, and then raised his sword again. Taking a step closer, he moved
the tip of it to the back of Wesley's neck, just under his hairline.
"You already have one scar because of me," he told the man. "Right?"
"Technically, I suppose that's true," Wesley answered. He didn't try
to move though, not even when the sharp edge of the sword played across
his skin.
"So what's one more?" Connor watched as a fine line of red opened, then
trailed down the back of Wesley's neck.
"She'll be angry," Wesley said, like he wasn't worried about what might
happen. Like he was only worried about what Jasmine wanted. Connor knew
*that* was a lie.
"You don't care," he said angrily.
"You're wrong." Wesley's voice was calm. "I do care."
"About what? About *Angel?* You think I haven't seen the way that you
look at him?" Connor roughly used the sword to cut the ropes binding
Wesley's wrists together. He stalked around in front of Wesley, then
threw the sword across the room, listening to the hollow clang as it
hit the cement floor. "You and Angel, you're the same. You like this
world the way it was -- because you want to fight."
"That's not true," Wesley said.
"It *is*," Connor said. "You're just like him. Your life doesn't have
any meaning unless you have something to fight against. No wonder he
wants you."
Wesley didn't say anything. Didn't deny anything.
"That's okay," Connor said, reaching out a hand and cupping Wesley's
face. "I get to have sex with everyone my father wants."
He hauled Wesley to his feet and tried to kiss him, hard, but Wesley
struggled, tried to move away. Connor backhanded him, knocking Wes to
the floor again, then picked him up and walked him into the nearest
wall, pressing him face-first against it.
"Cordelia kissed me," Connor said. "She was the only one who ever...
like that."
"That wasn't Cordelia," Wesley told him, voice slightly muffled because
his cheek was being held against smooth cement. "It may have looked
like her, but it wasn't --"
"Shut up!" Connor could feel his heart racing, the anger and despair
rising up and threatening to break him into little pieces if he didn't
do something about it. "You don't know! Jasmine's making everything
better for everyone -- she's getting rid of all the anger and hatred."
He snorted softly, used his body to hold Wesley in place. "But not for
me."
"I'm sorry," Wesley said gently.
Connor shoved Wesley into the wall with a thrust of his hips, feeling
his cock getting hard. He wondered if Wesley could feel it too. "You
don't *know,* he repeated. "But I'm going to show you. Angel takes everything
away from me, and..." And now I'm going to take you, before he ever
has the chance.
He pushed his erection against Wesley's ass again, and the other man
gave a small moan. Subtle, but there.
"You like this?" Connor asked.
Wesley answered his question with a question. "Are you sure this is
what you want?"
"It's the only thing left. The only way I can hurt him."
"We don't even know if he's going to be able to get back," Wesley pointed
out, and for a second Connor thought that Wesley was pushing against
him, just a little bit. It only made him harder.
"It doesn't matter," Connor said, his hands going around to the front
of Wesley's pants and undoing them, pushing them down. His cock was
throbbing with need. He wondered if it would feel different, being inside
a man's body instead of a woman's. He wondered if Wesley would like
it.
He tried not to wonder if Cordy had.
Connor unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled himself out, rubbing the
head of his cock against the curve of Wesley's ass. Wesley stood still,
compliant. Good.
"It's not like being with a woman," Wesley said. "The natural... lubricants...
aren't there. You'll want some saliva."
Ignoring him, Connor watched as his cock painted a thick line of slippery
pre-come down the crack of Wesley's ass. He was leaking furiously --
he wanted to be inside something tight and hot so badly -- but grudgingly
he had to admit that wet sounded better than dry. "Don't move," he ordered,
and leaned down to lick Wesley's little hole with a slick tongue.
Wesley did groan then, a real one that he could hear easily, and shifted
his weight. Immediately Connor nudged the inside of Wes' knee with his
own leg, wordlessly encouraging him to spread his legs further, and
Wesley obeyed. He licked again. The taste was weird, but not bad. Gathering
some more spit onto his tongue, Connor pushed it into Wes just a little
bit, not paying any attention to Wesley's full-body shudder, and then
stood up, hand on his erection again.
"Don't move," he said again, and then guided his cock to Wesley's hole,
shoving inside slowly, spit and pre-come not quite enough to prevent
a slight dry rasp that made him shiver with delight.
It was okay if it hurt a little bit. Everything else did.
Connor could see Wesley's hand tighten into a fist at the same time
Wes' ass did the same thing around his cock. He grunted and dug his
own fingers into Wesley's hip warningly -- he wasn't ready for it to
be over this fast. "Knock it off," he said, pulling out and then thrusting
forward again quickly.
Wesley didn't respond, but Connor could hear his breathing speeding
up, could feel the way he changed the angle of his hips just a little
bit. It made things easier.
He wondered if Jasmine knew what he was doing. The thought caused a
throbbing in his balls and he fucked Wesley faster, just in case. Maybe
it would be better for it to be over soon; better than being interrupted
by that voice that was perfect for everybody but him.
"You like this, don't you?" Connor asked, reaching around to touch Wesley's
cock, finding undeniable proof. "I bet you wish it was him."
The words left his lips and Wesley cried out and arched underneath him,
squeezing velvet-hot around his cock, and Connor came too. He could
feel Wesley's come on his hand, could feel himself shooting deep into
Wesley's body. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the back
of Wesley's shoulder for just a second as the last shudders ran through
him.
As soon as it was over, Connor pulled away. He could still hear Wesley
panting.
"There," Connor said, refastening his pants.
"You're wrong if you think this will hurt him," Wesley said quietly,
as he pulled up his own pants and buttoned them.
"It will." Connor didn't have any doubts. "Just like it did when I had
sex with Cordelia before he could." He gestured toward the door with
his head. "Come on. We have to get back to Jasmine."
"Yes," Wesley said. He bent over and picked up the sword from the floor,
stepping closer to Connor, meeting his eyes. Their faces were inches
apart as the weapon changed hands. "But you're making an incorrect assumption."
Connor felt uncertain for the first time.
"You're assuming," Wesley continued, "that I haven't slept with Angel
before." And Connor's prisoner walked past him and out into the tunnel.
End
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