But this was too much. Whatever was going on between Angel and Cordelia, they were usually quiet about it, at least when Wesley was around. And it hadn't escalated into these middle of the day liaisons until very recently. Now, it sounded like Angel had either become the funniest person alive and was giving Cordelia a private showing of his stand-up comedy routine, or Cordelia had come across the scariest looking demon she'd ever had the pleasure of researching.

Whatever they were doing, it was driving the Englishman crazy. A little flirting and laughing was one thing, but leaving him completely out was something entirely different. With a renewed sense of purpose, Wesley pushed himself up from his chair, threw his newspaper on the desk and strode toward the stairs.

He concentrated on descending into Angel's apartment without making a sound. Surreptitiously, he skipped the second to the last step, knowing to put pressure on the expanding wood would cause it to creak rather loudly. The laughter had died, and now, at this close range, Wesley could make out soft moans and whimpers from the vicinity of the bedroom.

Immediately, as though he hadn't known all along, what Angel and Cordelia were engaged in was confirmed. He knew he should turn around and go back upstairs, dutifully minding his own business as he had all the times in the past. However, something held him there, and the ex-Watcher didn't bother to fight it. Morbid curiosity, or lack of any such action himself, Wesley wasn't sure. But he'd be damned if he was going to let a 248-year-old vampire and a 19-year-old May Queen have all the cheap thrills.

Peering cautiously around the brick wall that obstructed their view of him, Wesley thanked the powers that the bedroom door was more than slightly ajar. He had a near unobstructed view of the bed, and the coupling atop it caused a fire in his groin unlike any he'd known in a long time.

Cordelia was sprawled on the mattress, skirt pulled up to her waist, shirt open and hanging uselessly from her arms. She still had her purple lace bra on, but her hands were inside the flimsy material, caressing her own nipples as she writhed beneath Angel's ministrations.

The vampire was knelt on the floor, face buried between the girl's legs. His shirt was off, pants unbuttoned, and Wesley could just see the fabric straining against his impossibly large erection.

Wesley exhaled sharply and leaned against the opposite wall, grasping his own pants and undoing the button. He pulled down the zipper slowly, willing himself to be completely silent, and released his straining member from the confines of his boxers. Stroking himself slowly, he returned his gaze to the couple on the bed.

Angel brought his hands up, pushing Cordelia's thighs further apart. The girl struggled against him, her moans growing louder as she gripped the vampire's head, pushing him closer to her flesh. She struggled to close her legs around his head, but still Angel insisted, using his strength to keep her spread wide for him as he nibbled at her.

"Come for me, Cordelia. Come for me..."

Wesley stroked himself harder and harder, gyrating his hips against the wall in time with Cordelia's movements. He realized it wasn't Angel asking Cordelia to come, but himself, and he quickly bit down on his bottom lip, forcing himself into silence.

She came with a shout of Angel's name, loud moans of satisfaction reverberating throughout the apartment walls as she rode out her orgasm. Wesley removed his hand from his crotch, sucking in deep mouthfuls of air and willing himself to calm, not wanting his own excitement to end prematurely.

He felt the throbbing in his groin begin to recede as Angel released his mouth from Cordelia and crawled up the bed, kicking his pants off as he did so. Their whispers, which he couldn't hear, and soft touches, which he couldn't feel, allowed Wesley a brief reprieve, and he was grateful. He couldn't help but stare at the sheer size of the vampire, and found himself wondering why the man had to be absolutely beautiful and hung like a horse to boot.

Not to mention he was one of the undead, and still got women the likes of Buffy Summers and Cordelia Chase into his bed.

Life was just so unfair.

Angel lay back, and Wesley watched as Cordelia sat up, removing her arms from the sleeves of her shirt and reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. He wished she were on the other side of Angel, so he could see more than just the smooth, tan skin of her back as her bra was flung carelessly to the side of the bed with a soft laugh.

The vampire's elegant hands immediately lifted to cup Cordelia's breasts, and Wesley watched in fascination as she reached up, unclipping her hair and allowing it to cascade down her back. Both the ex-Watcher and the vampire groaned at this, the Watcher a little more softly, as he returned his hand to his aching member and shuddered at his own touch.

Cordelia leaned down, claiming Angel's lips with hers, and her hair curtained their faces for the duration of the kiss. Wesley would have found himself disappointed, if he hadn't had the smooth, round globes of Cordelia’s ass to become enamored with. She swung one leg over Angel's body and straddled him, and Wesley found his breathing quickening as she rubbed her heat against the vampires erection.

Their kiss finally broke, and Cordelia raised herself, pausing as Angel spoke softly, then nodding and lowering herself as his hand guided his member into her. She sunk down with casual grace, her face contorting from surprise, to slight wonder, to complete satisfaction when he was fully sheathed.

She sat for a moment, and Wesley watched her chest heave as she caught her breath. Angel's hand snaked into the spot where their bodies were joined and she was spurred into action. Cordelia rode the vampire easily at first, and Wesley timed his own strokes with hers, grateful for the unfrenzied pace, determined to make this last as long as they did.

Both Cordelia and Angel seemed to drift off into their own little erotic worlds for a moment, Cordelia with her head thrown back, eyes closed, soft, steady moans emanating from her throat. Angel, his eyes also closed, growling constantly as his hands gripped each side of her hips and he guided her movements.

Wesley allowed his own eyes to close, and he slumped back against the brick wall, imagining himself below Cordelia, his own penis sheathed in her warmth.

A shrill squeal brought him back to the couple in the room, and Wesley watched, fascinated, as Angel lifted Cordelia from his hips. The ex-Watcher could see the slick coating on Angel's member and he bit his lip to keep from groaning in frustration. The only coating on his own erection was his prejaculate, and he was sure it was no where as sweet, or as warm, as Cordelia's juices were.

Angel placed Cordelia on her hands and knees, and the girl giggled in anticipation. She waggled her perfect rear end at the vampire, who growled, a bit louder this time, and slipped his hands onto her hips. For a moment, Wesley thought the vampire was going to penetrate her anally, and he held his breath for the scream of pain that was sure to come.

Instead, he only heard a low groan, and Wesley exhaled sharply as he saw Angel push himself back into Cordelia's wetness. Wesley had read somewhere that vampires enjoyed sex from any and all types of partners, and, he decided, perhaps this was Angel's way of fulfilling that fantasy without having to hurt Cordelia to do it.

He liked the idea, and his breathing grew even more labored as he watched Angel's hardness disappear and reappear between Cordelia's thighs. For her part, Cordelia seemed to be enjoying it, thrusting back each time Angel penetrated, and leaning down to brush her breasts against the fabric of the comforter atop the bed.

Wesley was sure he'd never seen such an erotic sight. He'd partaken in the occasional porn movie, as, he told himself, every single male did on occasion, but nothing could have prepared himself for a live show. Especially one featuring Angel and Cordelia. His own hand sped up against his erection as Angel quickened his pace, grunting each time he pushed into Cordelia.

The vampire morphed into his demon visage, and Wesley found himself groaning with pleasure at the sight. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, allowing the fantasy to penetrate his mind: this time of himself in Cordelia's position, and Angel thrusting inside of him.

When he opened his eyes again, somewhat flushed and slightly embarrassed at his own private fantasy, Angel was reaching around Cordelia's waist, dipping his finger into the juncture of her thighs. He rubbed at her as he continued to thrust, drawing her own breathing to a frenzied pace and matching it with his speed.

Wesley felt his own excitement begin to culminate, and he closed his eyes, listening to the mingled sounds of Angel's low, guttural growls, Cordelia's frantic panting, and the slap of skin against skin each time Angel drove into the woman below him. Unannounced, Wesley came, bringing his hand to his mouth and biting down on his knuckles as his seed spilt across the front of his pants and down over his own hand.

Soon after he did, Cordelia bucked back once and came with a shout, shuddering as Angel's hand continued to caress her with wild abandon. Shortly after she climaxed, Angel followed, pulling out and slamming himself back into her once before leaning forward and sinking his sharp incisors into the soft flesh of Cordelia's shoulder. He drank for a few moments while his body convulsed, then released, running his tongue along the slight wound as he used his arm to help her from her knees, lowering her limp form down to the bed.

He remained sheathed inside of her for a few more moments, licking the last of the blood from her injured shoulder, then pulled out, groaning softly as he did so. Wesley had to admit that even flaccid he was impressive, and found himself wondering just what else that vampire could do with such an organ.

Cordelia turned over, watching as Angel morphed back into his human visage and slid next to her. He gathered her in his arms and held her a moment, then kissed her tenderly on the mouth.

Suddenly, Wesley felt like he was intruding, and managed to work the feeling back into his legs enough to scramble up the stairs, careful not to spill any evidence of his voyeurism.

End.