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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Date: 2004-03-16 08:46 am (UTC)