Is this really a productive way to spend their afternoon? Do they care?

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Spike swallowed a groan as his body immediately responded favorably to the idea. "Sounds familiar."

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"I take it you like the idea then?" Wesley dragged his teeth along Spike's jaw toward his ear.

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This time Spike's groan escaped, and his hands tightened on Wesley's clothes. "I'm not picky about the location, pet, but the fucking part suits me fine."

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The strong grip of Spike's hands on his body aroused Wesley even more. "I love how you say that word."

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"What word? 'Location'? 'Suits'?" Spike asked, his voice already turning rough with desire and his lips twisting into a smirk.

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Because of their positions, it was easy for Wesley to shift back and snake a hand between them, grabbing onto Spike's balls. He gave a slight squeeze -- not exerting enough pressure to truly cause pain, but enough to hint that the possibility was there. "You know which word I mean," he said, his mouth less than an inch from Spike's.

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It was the second time that day that certain tender parts of Spike's anatomy had been treated with less respect than they deserved, but he wasn't particularly unhappy about it now that it was Wesley's hand on them. "Which, then?" Spike asked, nipping gently at Wesley's tempting lower lip. "'Pet'?"

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Wesley released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and his grip on Spike at the same time. "Yes," he whispered. The way it sounded coming from Spike's lips meant something to him, something he was afraid to let it mean and yet wanted desperately at the same time. "Say it again?"

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"Anything you want, pet," Spike murmured, surprised and pleased. Tugging Wesley tightly back against him, he dropped a gentle kiss on the corner of Wesley's mouth. "You like that?" he asked softly.

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"Yes," Wesley said again, then threaded both hands into Spike's short hair, tilting his head back. "I like it a great deal."

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Spike smiled warmly, unable to hide his pleasure at the fact that Wesley not only tolerated his endearments but actually wanted them. Pet. Love. Mine. "Good. I like saying it. To you."

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Part of Wesley would have been satisfied with just having Spike's arms wrapped around him, but there were other parts that seemed distinctly interested in more physical activities. "Then say it as much as you like," he said, brushing their lips together. "I can't imagine getting tired of hearing it."

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Spike used his hand on Wesley's back to pull him forward and kiss him harder, needing to express his emotions through more than words. "You like 'pet' better than 'Percy,' then?" he asked when they had pulled back again.

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A small chuckle escaped Wesley. "Infinitely," he agreed. "Although if you'd like me to play head boy for you, I might be persuaded."

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Spike grinned. "That has possibilities." He nuzzled against Wesley's jaw. "So does persuading you."

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"I suspect you could persuade me to do all sorts of things," Wesley said.

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A thrill ran up Spike's spine at the ideas that flashed through his head at that statement, and his hand clenched more tightly on Wesley's hip. "And vice versa, pet. Isn't much I wouldn't do for you... with the right incentive."

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Wesley made a small sound of pleasure at the way Spike's hand was gripping his hip and ran his own hand up Spike's back. "And what might the appropriate incentives be?" he asked.

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Spike was fairly certain that all he'd need was for Wesley to ask, or perhaps even just to hint. "You're smart; I'm sure you can think of something," he said, his lips ghosting across the skin beneath Wesley's ear.

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"Would you like me to say 'Please?'" Wesley asked, in a slightly breathy voice. "Would you like me to beg?"

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"You do it so nicely," Spike said, his hands tightening involuntarily again at the thought. He gently mouthed Wesley's neck. "What would you be begging for?"

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"For you to touch me." Wesley tipped his head to the side as Spike's lips made damp circles on his throat. Tried to suppress a shiver. "For you to fuck me."

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Spike eagerly trailed his mouth along Wesley's exposed throat, his kisses becoming firmer. "You wouldn't have to beg to get me to do either, love, but if you want to I won't stop you. Could listen to you talk all day, and 'please' is one of my favorite words from your lips."

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Wesley did shiver then, and closed his eyes as he told himself firmly that Spike didn't mean anything by the word, that it was just a word. Because of course Spike couldn't love him. "Please," he said, not even sure what he was asking for, or maybe not wanting to admit it. "Spike... please..."

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"Mmm, yes, just like that," Spike murmured huskily against the pulse point beneath Wesley's jaw. He kept Wesley tight against him, their bodies plastered together from chest to knees.

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"Need your hands on me," Wesley continued, still without opening his eyes. "Your mouth... Spike, please."

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"Anything you want, pet." Spike turned them to pin Wesley against the counter, keeping them pressed together while his hands roamed more freely over Wesley's body. He inhaled through his nose as he kissed the skin just above Wesley's collar. "God, you smell good. Like you and me."

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Wesley wondered how he tasted. Wondered what it would feel like to have Spike sink pointed teeth into his throat and drink from him. The thought made him rock his hips forward into Spike's, knowing that he should be repulsed -- and perhaps on one level he was -- while at the same time he wanted it desperately. "You," he said. "You can do anything you want with me."

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The arousal pouring off of Wesley was intoxicating, and Spike groaned softly as he pushed aside Wesley's collar to nip at his collarbone. "That right? Anything?" He ran his fingers over one of Wesley's hard nipples and pinched it through the cloth of his shirt.

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"Anything," Wesley agreed, gasping. "Please."

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Spike pulled Wesley's shirt out of his waistband and slid his hand up his warm abdomen to play with his nipples without any barriers. "There are so many things I want to do with you, love," he said, biting gently over the mark he had left earlier on Wesley's throat. "Strip that gorgeous body of yours bare and spend hours tasting every inch of your skin. Push you against the wall and fuck you 'til you come so hard you can't stand afterward. Watch you touch yourself while you tell me what you want me to be doing to you." Trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses over Wesley's skin, Spike ground his hips against Wesley's, trapping him even more tightly against the counter.

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Wesley groaned and let his head fall back, in that moment more than willing to let Spike do whatever he wanted. The sex talk that seemed to come so easily to the vampire was generally difficult for Wesley, but he tried. "Please," he said, his voice sounding rough to his own ears. "Spike... need you to touch me. Need... need your mouth on me. So... you're so incredible, need you so much."

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After removing Wesley's shirt with more speed than finesse, Spike lowered his head to taste Wesley's shoulder. "Can't get enough of you like this," he said between kisses. His hands were firm and eager as they roamed over Wesley's chest and back. "All hot and needy, wanting me, saying my name, begging for more."

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Aching with need, Wesley groaned softly and slid his own hands underneath Spike's shirt at the small of his back. "You feel so good..."

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"I'll feel even better when I'm inside you." Spike slid his erection against Wesley's hip as he leaned up to bring their mouths together in a heated kiss.

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Wesley opened his mouth to Spike's needily, pressing his hip forward against Spike's cock in an unconscious attempt to drive the vampire to the same level of desperation he was at himself. His hands pushed Spike's shirt up, anxious to feel more of that smooth skin under his fingers.

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Spike groaned into Wesley's mouth and kissed him harder, not quite willing to move away to pull off his own shirt but craving the increased contact that it would bring.

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"Take it off," Wesley urged between kisses. "Please."

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Spike impatiently stripped his shirt over his head and had his hands back on Wesley before the garment had reached the floor. Their chests pressed together, finally allowing the glide of skin against skin, but the touch only inflamed Spike's desire for more. More kissing, more touching, more skin, more Wesley. He wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to get enough.

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Unable to decide whether he wanted to run his hands over Spike's bare back or chest, Wesley settled for one of each. The fingers of his right hand moved to Spike's nipple, pinching firmly as their lower bodies pressed against each other.

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"God, Wes..." Spike slid his hand between them to fumble with Wesley's belt. "Got to have more of you."

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Wesley wanted to help, but suspected that at that moment his own rather clumsy hands would have been more in the way than anything else. Instead he did his best to remain still as Spike managed to loosen his belt and unfasten the front of his slacks.

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As soon as he was able, Spike slid his hand inside and wrapped his fingers around the solid heat of Wesley's erection. He trailed his mouth wetly up Wesley's neck as his hand barely moved, more holding him than stroking him. "Love to touch you, pet," he murmured, his other palm drifting in long ovals over Wesley's back.

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The two words in one sentence were enough to make Wesley tremble. He hitched his fingers under the waistband of Spike's jeans as something solid to hang onto and gave Spike full access to anything he wanted. "Spike..."

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"Love to have my hands on you, around you." His mouth still busy licking and sucking, Spike pushed his hand lower, gently cupping Wesley's balls in his palm. He could feel Wesley's pounding heartbeat and the tension of his arousal, and his own desires were nearly too insistent to ignore. "Never want to stop touching you," he said, his voice rough.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/19506.html).