[Gunnwesley] Fic: Kungai Part Four 11/11 (Wesley/Gunn, NC17)

[helenraven]

Title: Kungai Part Four 11/11

Author: Helen Raven

Email: helenraven at talk21.com

Pairing: Wesley/Gunn

Summary: The full history of the relationship between
Gunn and Wesley in the Birthdayverse. A novel in six
parts.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit, not even a blip
on the litigation radar.

The Story's Home Page: http://www.kelper.co.uk/kungai

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The boys had decided to target their tours at Hull
demons, Sas Vanna demons like Yan, and young Chachaspe
demons (and similar nest-builders). They'd developed
different versions to cater to different interests and
different schedules, and had left leaflets in hotels,
shops and cafes all over town. Their first customers
were a pair of Chachaspe demons from New Mexico, and
Piriti and Solito helped them sneak out of the hotel
and got them back just before dawn. Very satisfied
customers, and new friends for Piriti and Solito; and
maybe Piriti was right and Grouw and Matt were wrong,
and there were plenty of young nest-builders willing
to spend half of their allowance on a guided tour of
L.A. Not that Grouw or Matt had ever said a word to
discourage Piriti - they kept all their doubts for
Gunn.

Their second set of customers was a family of Hull
demons. All of them in the family were weird at first
about having a human drive them but then seemed to
forget Matt was there - until the very end when the
father made a big deal of giving him a five-dollar
tip. The boys laughed about it, but then agreed that
they needed to widen their market once they'd got
enough experience at dealing with people, had figured
out what people were really looking for in a tour and
in their guides. They accepted the fact that Piriti
couldn't go on tours with Hull demons, or that a
Chachaspe would never get into a car with Grouw, but
they wanted to have at least some tours where they
could work properly together as a team, as they always
had with the singing and the nest-building. They
needed to figure out how to reach the type of demons
who either wouldn't care about the mix or would regard
it as a bonus. They asked Gunn for suggestions, asked
him to ask Wesley.

* * * * *

Two weeks after the vision, Angel didn't take the
beaker back to his corner but stood to drink it just
where he'd picked it up. When he'd finished he held it
out towards Wesley, not very far, and not looking at
Wesley but at a point in front of Wesley's face. He
went very tense when Wesley started walking towards
him, and Gunn thought he could hear the plastic of the
beaker creak in that grasp.

"Thank you, Angel." So much warmth in Wesley's voice,
such genuine pleasure, of course Angel looked up; and
of course he was too surprised and bewildered to
respond, even with a nod.

Two weeks gone by since the vision. Had it been two
weeks from a vision the last time? Gunn couldn't
remember.

"Would you like us to leave you alone?" More surprise,
and no response, or not in the few seconds before
Wesley nodded and took a step back. "We'll see you
tomorrow."

Angel stood staring at the door, and then at some
point he moved out of sight, maybe on a line towards
the door.

He was serious and thoughtful this time, no sign of
suspecting a trick, no nightmares. Gunn thought Angel
remembered that he'd already been through this. Not
the way normal people remembered, not realising that
this had happened before. But the moment Angel started
to think that maybe Wesley could be trusted, then
everything he saw made it seem obvious. So he didn't
need to test Wesley, or wonder why Wesley was
different. He knew that Wesley had been sent to look
after him, that Wesley couldn't leave, that Wesley was
kept completely separate from the other duals, and
that Wesley liked to stay and talk to him.

Gunn and Wesley took bets about when he'd start on the
sex again, and how. Gunn thought it would be in the
shower (they always let him shower himself now, but he
fretted if Wesley wasn't there), and Wesley thought it
would be in the bedroom, while they were sitting
talking, probably over one of the books.

They were both wrong, though Gunn was closest on
"when". The wet dreams started again, and then two
days later, after handing back the beaker, Angel said,
"You were in the shower. You smell of lemons," and he
put his arms around Wesley and he pulled him into a
kiss.

Wesley gasped, dropped the beaker, and was trying to
push Angel away when Gunn ran up and took an
arresting-officer's grip on the arm that was around
Wesley's waist. "Let go, vampire. Or I'll burn you to
the bone."

Angel did let go, but slowly, like it was his own
idea. Wesley pulled away and stumbled back nearly to
the door, and Angel turned to look at Gunn. "He smells
of lemons. We have to."

"You fucking do not. You have to learn right now that
you are never going to have him. You're a prisoner
under his care - he'd never betray his duty like that.
And he belongs to me. There's nothing he could make
himself accept from you."

Angel wasn't impressed - thought too little of Gunn
even to be angry at him. He stared at him, eyes
narrowed slightly, then said, "You don't smell of
lemons. You were separate. You haven't been together."

Gunn snorted. "Lemons, for God's sake! We sleep
together. Most of the time I'm the first thing you
smell on him. What you usually say."

Frowning: "So when were you together?"

Wesley answered. "An hour ago. Then we got up and,
yes, I had a shower. Charles likes something
different. So he smells of the ocean."

"An hour?" Angel was very puzzled, and suspicious like
they were trying to cheat him. He looked at Gunn then
back at Wesley. "Was it - Do you - Is this something
you've agreed?"

"Well..." A long pause. "We agree on most things,
Angel. You've seen that, haven't you?"

Slowly: "Yes, I - I understand." He slumped, all the
energy and fight gone out of him. He took a couple of
shuffling steps towards the wall, saw the beaker just
before he kicked it, picked it up, was about to take
it to Wesley, but then changed his mind and held it
out to Gunn instead. "I'm sorry. I won't do that
again. You need to - I know."

"OK, man. Just... Look. Find something else to think
about."

Angel nodded, then shambled off to sit huddled in his
corner with his back to them.

Over coffee they agreed that Angel was much easier to
deal with this time; he might even get all the way
over his crush on Wesley before the next vision
struck. Of course it helped that the two of them knew
even more that he did about how his mind worked in
this.

"I'm sorry, Charles. I didn't - When I was trying to
-" A sigh. "Well, I knew there'd be times when you'd
have to pull him off me, but never like that."

Gunn smiled and quirked his eyebrows. "So how was it?
What'd we miss before?"

Wesley closed his eyes, shuddered, and blushed. "I
could taste the blood. And it had done nothing to warm
him. It's a shock."

"All that about lemons. Wonder what else he notices
about you. Think he could draw you from memory?"

Wesley shook his head. "He draws women. Not now but...
overwhelmingly, in the past. He sees men differently.
That's why... It's not about me. I'm just the nearest
warm body."

Not true. But Wesley already knew what Gunn thought,
and anyway this would be over soon. Nothing could
last, not with Angel.

A few days later, when they'd just got back from one
of their training sessions on their own, Wesley said,
"He thinks we've already had sex. That's how he sees
it this time."

"Who's 'we'? The three of us? Or the two of you?"

"The two."

"Oh." A pause. "So what I told him about you and me...
How he didn't have a chance. Guess that went straight
over his head. Won't even hear it when you tell him?"

Wesley shrugged. "He's convinced we're a dual. He's
got..." A sigh. "I don't know if it's one single
theory. Or five that shift from day to day. But he
thinks you know everything. And that we have an
agreement that you pretend that you don't." Another,
deeper sigh. "In all of his theories, you and I have a
very complicated relationship. Whatever I tell him, he
just adds another layer to his theory. Because in his
mind, he knows we've had sex. If I say it was a dream,
he thinks I'm teasing him."

"What sort of dream? Really hot? What does he want?"

Wesley swallowed. "Well... it seems he wants me to
come into his room and lie down next to him while he's
asleep."

"And then beg him to fuck you?"

"I don't know. I don't think he sees me like that. He
just talks about waking up. Seeing that... I'd
decided. That I knew it was what I wanted too."

Waking up with Wesley. Exactly what Angel couldn't
have. Except he thought he did have it. Maybe every
day, even? "Huh. So what's he want next?"

A shrug. "Nothing. He thinks it's happened several
times. He's sure it'll happen again. You know how he
is with time. Anything could be... ten years in the
past, or yesterday."

"Or right now." Gunn nodded towards the screen. "You
think it looks like that?" Angel was just starting a
wet dream. Looked slow, lazy, very welcome - like
Angel had found a way to give himself love, as well as
sex.

"They all look the same to me." Wesley checked the
time then went over and turned the screen off.

"He's really stopped askin', then? If he thinks he's
got what he wants."

"There are some advantages to his condition."

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