For my inaugural offering to Slash The Drabble, I offer 500 words of Angel/Wesley schmangst. No sex, no bad language, but I must warn against far too little plot and far too much indulgence of my own hurt/comfort obsession.



Angel brought Wesley the aspirin, and the juice, and the damp washcloth, and then gave him what he really wanted: Angel’s vampire-cool body wrapped long and smooth around Wesley’s burning flesh. The fever was bad, but it was better than the chills, when Wesley was so cold he mummified himself in blankets, and Angel was left to sit at the end of the bed and hate himself for not being able to offer his body heat.

There was so little Angel could do. The demon venom had hit Wesley hard and fast and their research was progressing poorly without his expertise. Every once in a while, if he wasn’t being watched, Wesley would drag himself out of bed, and over the bookshelf, and be found later staring intently at a copy of The History of Bureaucracy in the Watchers’ Council: Volume IX and Appendices. Just that afternoon, Cordelia had only been able to coax him back to bed by pointing out the sweaty palm prints he was leaving on the pages. The delirium frightened them all the worse for the stretches of lucidity with which it was interrupted. One could never be completely sure whether or not Wesley knew what he was saying.

From hot to cold, pathetically mad to bleakly sane, his body was caught in a constant tug-of-war – and it was a war, one Angel was grimly determined to win, without knowing his weapons or even his enemy, really. Right now, Wesley seemed to have settled into very hot and mostly lucid. He pressed his face into the coolness of Angel’s neck and muttered against him. “’S like a blanket, made of ice cream.” As long as he wasn’t wild-eyed and screaming, and he wasn’t talking to his father an ocean away, mostly lucid could have a broad definition.

“Oh, yeah? What flavour?” Again, Angel promised himself that Wesley would soon be better, and they would laugh about these conversations.

“Wool, I suppose. Blankets aren’t generally flavoured. Maybe Irish cream.” Wesley’s voice was distorted by his tongue gently resting against Angel’s neck, just where the pulse point should have been. “You feel good.”

“Good.” You don’t, he thought. You feel like hellfire and with all those nights I spent longing to curl up into your warmth, I never thought it would be like this. I never thought it would happen at all. Please don’t burn up, Wes. Don’t burn, and don’t freeze, and don’t die, and don’t leave me.

“I don’t mean to.” Angel had spoken his plea aloud, of course, or perhaps Wesley’s mind, which wandered so much now, had drifted into the place where Angel's fears ran free and savage. A place where the hell dimension he’d been delivered from was replaced by this, this strange hybrid of paradise and perdition, where he could hold Wesley in his arms but only to provide temporary relief from the poison that was killing him.

“Good.” Angel repeated himself, silently begging for another hour before the chills set in again.


From: [identity profile] dawnie1970.livejournal.com


Wow! I am just...wow! Blown away! This is so damned good! Heartfelt and wrenching and perfect. I feel honored to read this. Thank you!

From: [identity profile] caytlyn.livejournal.com


Eeep... **is speechless**

I hope you plan to write more, hopefully fixing this... its so sweet, Angel being so distressed about this, and so heart rending in that Wesley is so dramatically sick. I really enjoyed this, a lot.
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From: [identity profile] ranga.livejournal.com


*sniff* Crud, I'm all teared-up now... Which means this is a great ficlet, even if now I'm going to have to invent a happy ending for it in my head to make my inner fluffer feel better. Angel's pain really comes through.

From: [identity profile] darkhavens.livejournal.com


That's one amazing inaugural post!

Angel had spoken his plea aloud, of course, or perhaps Wesley’s mind, which wandered so much now, had drifted into the place where Angel's fears ran free and savage.

I love that idea. :D

From: [identity profile] darkhavens.livejournal.com


Ooh, I never say no to pie! *g*

Sequel huh? ::feeds the bunnies some pie::

From: [identity profile] eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com


..... and what? What?!

Ah, well, a lady would never reveal such delicate information.....

From: [identity profile] eloise-bright.livejournal.com


There so much in this to love. Angel cooling Wes' fever, but being helpless against his chills; Wes, even sick, sneaking off to research; Wes delerium causing conversations with his father... and Angel helpless:


You feel like hellfire and with all those nights I spent longing to curl up into your warmth, I never thought it would be like this. I never thought it would happen at all. Please don’t burn up, Wes. Don’t burn, and don’t freeze, and don’t die, and don’t leave me.

Heart-hurtingly good. More, please?


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I enjoyed this so very much for so many reasons. H/C is my favorite, too, especially season 1 Wesley and Angel. This was so dead-on with the characterizations and how handicapped Cordy and Angel's research would be without Wesley's expertise. Also, your imagery is lovely. Please, could we have more of this?

From: [identity profile] margarks.livejournal.com


between paradise and perdition - wow, what a great line. This was a very good, uhm, start. It's a start, right? There's gonna be more, right?

lol.

I liked it a lot. Very angst, very achy. Two of the best thins in the world. :)
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From: [personal profile] lonelybrit


Damn. That was just perfect. Angel's simple, desperate plea to Wes to not die and leave him had me tearing up. As did the thought of Wes talking to his father without realising what he's saying. *sniffle*

Gorgous. Do you know whether or not there was a successful end to the batter? Will there be a sequel? In any case, thsi was just brilliant, bravo! :)

From: [identity profile] chlare.livejournal.com


I think I'll add a "Gah...hot..." to what everyone else said.

and then gave him what he really wanted: Angel’s vampire-cool body wrapped long and smooth around Wesley’s burning flesh.

And then following that with Angel's helplessness at Wesley's chills... So good.

“Wool, I suppose. Blankets aren’t generally flavoured. Maybe Irish cream.” Wesley’s voice was distorted by his tongue gently resting against Angel’s neck, just where the pulse point should have been. “You feel good.”

So funny and then so delicious. Your transitions from one feeling to the next are so brilliant. And Cordy getting him to stop by making him think he's damaging the books. :)

This is lovely. Really. For something that had "no sex" it's very sexy.

From: [identity profile] piratepurple.livejournal.com


*wipes eyes* Poor Wes. Poor Angel. This killed me:

"I don’t mean to.” Angel had spoken his plea aloud, of course, or perhaps Wesley’s mind, which wandered so much now, had drifted into the place where Angel's fears ran free and savage. A place where the hell dimension he’d been delivered from was replaced by this, this strange hybrid of paradise and perdition, where he could hold Wesley in his arms but only to provide temporary relief from the poison that was killing him."

It's a good thing no-one's around to ask me what I'm crying about.

From: [identity profile] piratepurple.livejournal.com


[livejournal.com profile] stonering made the icon for me. It is and isn't a ziggurat. It's a sandcastle of the Tower of Babel. Hence the link to languages.

Akkadian cuneiform? I wanna go to your school. My languages are French and Arabic, with a smattering of Gaelic I taught myself. I plan to tackle Latin next.

This icon is the Rosetta Stone. :) She made me one with a Babelfish too. :)

From: [identity profile] taffimai.livejournal.com


More, more, more, more, more!

::clears throat:: Ummmm, I meant, "Very nice, beautifully done."
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From: [identity profile] wesgal007.livejournal.com


Bravo, that was nicely done. Angel's fervent wish for Wes to be ok, was sweet, as was Wesley's incoherence.
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