Title : Ring Cycle (1/1)
        Author : Gunbunny
        E-mail : kabukivice@beeb.net
        Rating : Sex. Swearing. Decide for yourself.
        Summary : There's a nipple ring and you want *plot*? Gunn/Wes.
        Disclaimer : Owned by people with far more money than me.
        Feedback : I accept burnt offerings and alcohol.
        Notes : Megs is responsible for this, she knows why. And Kate was 
        extremely mean and refused to allow me to fade to black for the sex, 
        damn her. So if the sex sucks blame me not. Plus kudos to Sheila for the 
        beta.
        Archive : http://kabukivice.com/gisaku

        As Wes walks in the door, he tosses over his shoulder "If you could 
        remove your top, this would be a lot easier."

        "Always knew you just wanted to get me out of my clothes, Wes." Gunn 
        grins, then winces as the next step pulls at the wound he got during the 
        fight. He shrugs out of his coat, sits down while Wes fetches the 
        first-aid kit. Angel Investigations' version of a first aid kit has 
        enough bandages and other stuff in it for a small ER unit. He dreads to 
        think what their hospital bills would be like if they didn't all know 
        how to thread a needle.

        Wes pulls out the disinfectant and cotton wool, douses it, then motions 
        with it. "T-shirt too."

        Gunn sighs. "Told you this was just an excuse."

        "But of course. It's a secret passion of mine, forcing friends to get 
        injured enough that I can get them to take off their clothes."

        "Okay, okay." He reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, pulls it over his 
        head.

        There's a flash of light off something that Wes hasn't seen before, and 
        Wes has seen Gunn with his shirt off plenty of times. It's a not 
        unpleasant occupational hazard of having to tend to any wounds he 
        receives during the job. Knows nearly all the scars, especially the ones 
        Gunn's gathered in his time with Angel Investigations. But he's 
        definitely never seen *that* before, and before for Wes means 'three 
        days ago'. Everyone had a Ghostbusters moment of being completely 
        slimed, and the rush for the showers was an attempt to break the world 
        speed record, clothes being torn off any old how on the way there.

        The flash was caused by a stray beam of light hitting the steel ring in 
        Gunn's nipple. The left one, to be precise. Wes can't stop staring at it.

        "Yo, Wes, you going to stand there with your mouth open all day? You 
        seen it all before, and I know it's beautiful, but I got a nasty-ass 
        gouge needs tending to here."

        Wes has to shake his head to start functioning again. "Yes. Right." 
        Reaches for the disinfectant and cotton wool, goes into automatic 
        wound-dressing mode. Eventually he's finished taping the bandage on, and 
        starts putting the items back in the box. When they're all in, he asks 
        casually "May I ask when you acquired the nipple ring?"

        Gunn passes a hand over it self-consciously. "Couple of nights ago. Got 
        a little drunk, next thing I know, I'm in the tattoo shop handing over 
        my money." Grins. "That why you were staring? Damn, English, if I'd 
        known that was all it took, I'd have got it done ages ago."

        Wes murmurs "Oh, you didn't need that to get me staring." Sees Gunn's 
        expression. "Oh dear God. I didn't say that out loud, did I?"

        "Uh-huh. Staring?"

        "Apparently so." The light teasing tone that they constantly use seems 
        to have disappeared with Wes' gaffe, to be replaced by something 
        cautious with at least six levels of deeper meaning attached to each 
        phrase.

        "So, uh, you do that often?" Wes doesn't answer, distracted again by the 
        ring. Without really processing his thought patterns, he reaches out to 
        touch it, fingers brushing the cool steel. The minute movement of the 
        ring in the rather sensitive piece of flesh makes Gunn shiver slightly. 
        "Wes, what you up to?"

        "Merely touching it. I was curious."

        "Right. You finished being curious?"

        "Hmm. I'm not sure." He gives Gunn a slight grin, then moves forward, 
        brushing his lips against Gunn's, increasing the pressure slowly, then 
        moving on to coax Gunn's mouth open with his tongue. It doesn't take 
        much coaxing at all, and then it's all hot and wet and about the texture 
        of Gunn's tongue as it twines around his and the inside of his mouth as 
        Gunn responds.

        They break, Gunn looking ever-so-slightly dazed and his pupils dilated 
        so much that they're nothing but pools of black. He takes in a deep 
        breath. "Damn, Wes, what was that about?"

        Wes raises an eyebrow, grins. "Gunn, if you don't know what that was 
        about, I'd have to believe you far more naive than I know you are."

        Stretches out his hand again to brush Gunn's collarbone, light feather 
        strokes across the skin there. Leans in again, but missing the mouth, 
        instead going for just under his ear, little nibbles and licks along the 
        jaw and grinning when Gunn's hands come up to clasp his shoulders, with 
        an extra "Damn, Wes..." for extra points. Follow the skin down his neck, 
        fingers tracing barely-there patterns on his torso. Little tremors from 
        Gunn in response. Licks applied to the collarbone, nibbles down to the 
        nipple ring, which he takes in his mouth and flicks. Another groan from 
        his subject, one more suck and pull, and Gunn's hands are scrabbling at 
        his shirt. "Get this off, Wes, we are getting this off you right now -"

        Wes chuckles. "I'd like to keep this shirt in one piece, if you don't 
        mind." He leans away, unbuttons it, and discards it, along with his 
        glasses. Then he suddenly finds himself on his back, Gunn taking the 
        chance to stare at him for a change.

        A hand with its fingers spread wide runs down his torso, and Gunn 
        breathes "Damn, English, you got enough to stare at of your own." The 
        fingers pause as they catch in the indentation left by the bullet, 
        making circles around it for a second, then the other hand joins them as 
        they move further down, alternating hard touches with soft across Wes' 
        stomach. Gunn leans forward, licking one long line up the torso he's 
        concentrating on, pausing at the collarbone, then moving across a 
        shoulder to an arm, down that to the long fingers. Takes one in his 
        mouth and curls his tongue around it, eyes catching with Wes's.

        Wes removes the finger from Gunn's mouth, firmly, then uses it to trace 
        around his lips. "I believe these could be put to better use." His hands 
        cup the back of Gunn's head, bringing the lips into almost-contact with 
        his own. "Besides," he adds, little hisses of breath going over Gunn's 
        lips with each word spoken, "I can think of something I'd much rather 
        have them wrapped round than my bloody finger." Okay, so it's not really 
        dirty talk, but it's as near to it as Gunn's ever heard Wes use. The 
        swearing Wes indulges in when he's pissed at something doesn't count, 
        because there is no way that's ever gone straight to his groin like this 
        does.

        Closes the distance between them and practically devours Wes' mouth. His 
        hand reaches down between them, fumbling with the button of Wes' 
        trousers, finally getting it open, the zip and boxers no obstacle after 
        that. Runs a finger from the base of Wes' cock to the tip, grinning at 
        the way Wes hisses into his mouth, wrapping his palm around it and 
        giving a slight tug.

        That causes Wes to jerk away from him, glaring. "I would prefer *not* to 
        come in my trousers, if you don't mind." He points imperiously at Gunn's 
        boots. "Off before we go any further, please."

        Gunn raises an eyebrow. "Romance gone from this relationship already, 
        English?"

        Wes, who's already removed one shoe, sets it down. "Gunn, this is quite 
        simple. Removal of your trousers will get you a blowjob, and since I 
        intend to do far more to your body than a blowjob, the boots come off 
        too. Is that incentive enough?"

        "Damn, English, do you have to be so wordy about one simple statement?" 
        Gunn asks, attacking his bootlaces, and spending as much of it leaning 
        against Wes's exposed skin as possible.

        "Hmm?"

        He grins. "Sex. Now. Clothes. Off. Think that sums it up."

        Wes rolls his eyes. "Very funny." Both pairs of trousers drop almost 
        simultaneously to be kicked away into a pile with the footwear. Wes 
        pulls him over, attacking his mouth again, palms skating down Gunn's 
        back, applying pressure to press them together at the groin. Gunn groans 
        at the feel, shifting to get more contact while Wes' palms make circles 
        on his bum, moving outwards to grasp his hips. He breaks away from 
        kissing to him to murmur in his ear "Demon-slaying : the new way to 
        develop a damn-near perfect arse."

        "You have to choose now to bring it up?" Gunn moans, hands clutching at 
        Wes' shoulders.

        "Mm-hmm." Wes replies, lowering his head to bite Gunn's collarbone, then 
        shifting further down to bite and lick down his torso. He stops at his 
        bellybutton, pausing to swirl his tongue around it, chin bumping against 
        Gunn's leaking hard-on, raising his eyes to meet Gunn's. "Now, there was 
        something I promised I'd do down here if you got your trousers off. What 
        was it again?" A somewhat incoherent groan and slight shove downwards is 
        all the response elicited from above. "Oh, if you insist." He chuckles. 
        Takes a swipe across the tip with his tongue, tasting him, then starts 
        to suckle thoughtfully on the head, rubbing the tip of his tongue 
        against the underside, releasing it for a few seconds before going down 
        on it, licking and sucking until Gunn's moaning, head thrown back and 
        digging into the couch, one hand clutching at the nape of Wes' neck, the 
        thumb rubbing through the hair there, the other alternately clutching 
        and grasping at Wes' shoulder. Just as Gunn's almost there, Wes lifts 
        his head to contemplate his subject's state.

        "Fuck, Wes, why'd you stop?" Gunn gasps.

        "No reason." He ducks his head back down to suck, one hand reaching up 
        to pull on the nipple ring. Gunn goes over the edge with the extra 
        stimulation. As he's slowly coming down, Wes shifts himself up the couch 
        to get level with Gunn's face, kissing him and letting Gunn taste 
        himself in Wes' mouth once he's regained a few braincells. Enough 
        braincells to register the hardness poking into his leg and start 
        stroking it slowly. Wes makes an impatient noise at the back of his 
        throat, Gunn grins, slows it down to near snail's pace before moving 
        faster, Wes burying his face in Gunn's neck when he comes.

        Lying there in the afterglow when the clacking of heels on marble 
        intrudes into their consciousness. Before they've pulled their wits 
        together enough to do anything, the voice of Cordelia descends from on 
        high. "You did it on the *couch*. I can't believe you two, that is 
        beyond gross, and hello, not wanting to draw in clients with a free sex 
        show unless we seriously change the nature of our business."

        "We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Wes murmurs.

        "Nope. Next time we're using your place." Gunn replies.

        "Oh, you are so keeping to that promise, let me tell you." She replies. 
        There's a pause in which she taps her fingers on her crossed arms. 
        "Gunn? When did you get a nipple ring?"

        END