And here they go again!

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Wesley shuddered -- the touch of Spike's hand was so careful that somehow that made it all the more arousing. "I don't want you to stop," he managed to get out.

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Spike groaned his consent against Wesley's throat and slid his hand back up to tighten around Wesley's erection. His own aching cock pressed hard against Wesley's hip, and Spike couldn't stop from rocking into him, seeking more stimulation and the relief that it would ultimately bring. "I've got to be in you, Wes. I don't want to wait any more."

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It seemed that there was nothing Wesley could do but shudder again and lean forward, sinking his teeth into the hollow between Spike's throat and shoulder as he valiantly strove not to come then and there.

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"God, Wes..." Fighting against his overwhelming arousal, Spike asked hoarsely, "That a yes, then?" He needed to hear explicit permission, despite the obvious signals coming from Wesley.

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"Yes." Wesley said the word emphatically, but it was a bit muffled against Spike's skin. He licked the spot he'd bitten, which held the distinct impression of his teethmarks, then reached fumbling hands for the fastenings of Spike's jeans.

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The bite mark throbbed when Spike moved his shoulder, and he grabbed Wesley's wrists and pulled them away before his touch robbed Spike of the last of his control. He mouthed up the side of Wesley's neck and said in a low growl, "You wanted me to fuck you in the kitchen, pet? Turn around, clothes off, hands on the counter."

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Wesley hesitated for only the briefest instant before obeying, stepping away from Spike and removing the rest of his clothing as well as his shoes before turning and gripping onto the countertop with both hands. His entire body felt overly sensitized, eager.

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Spike knew that he was being more forceful with Wesley than he had been before, and he felt uneasiness about it - about whether he could trust himself and about how Wesley felt about it - swirling in the pit of his stomach, but there was a growing sense of urgency driving him on that he didn't want to try to explain. It was as if he needed to be inside of Wesley, making him his at least for a little while, before something or someone else interrupted and took Wesley's attention away again.

Appreciating the incredibly appealing view before him, Spike smoothed his hand down Wesley's spine and stepped in close to kiss across his shoulders. "God, there's no part of you that's not perfect," he murmured, sliding his other arm around Wesley's waist and splaying his hand over Wesley's flat stomach.

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Despite the strength of his arousal, Wesley was able to let go of the counter with one hand. He rested it over Spike's where it lay across his stomach, then gently guided it upward and over the faded scar tissue on his abdomen where he'd been shot two and a half years before. "There's plenty that's imperfect," he said ruefully.

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"The scars just make you more interesting, love." Pressing tightly against him, Spike bit down gently on Wesley's shoulder.

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Wesley moved his hand back to the countertop and its solid support. "Please," he said again, trying to keep his grip loose and arching his body against Spike's.

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Too caught up in his raging need to be in Wesley to want to go searching for something to slick himself up, Spike sucked two of his fingers into his mouth and coated them liberally with his saliva. It wasn't as good as proper lubricant, but he was fairly certain that it should be enough. One hand still flat and firm on Wesley's abdomen, Spike traced the other over Wesley's opening and pushed his finger slowly but steadily inside. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, still amazed by the feeling of Wesley's body beginning to open to him. "Perfect," he said, his mouth against Wesley's shoulderblade.

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With a soft groan, Wesley tightened his grip on the countertop and concentrated on what Spike's hands were doing, trying to retain enough self control so that he wouldn't break down and just start begging for more.

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Spike rotated his finger and pulled it out enough to add the second. He was trembling with desire, but his movements were as careful and deliberate as he could make them, pushing, twisting, opening. "All right, pet?" he asked.

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Wesley tried to nod, but all that escaped him was another soft moan. He was so hard that it was nearly painful, and he desperately wanted Spike to fuck him, to stop taking his sweet time about it and just... do it.

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"Going to take that as a yes." Spike eased his fingers out of Wesley's body and unfastened his jeans as quickly as he was able. Then he was back where he wanted to be, plastered against Wesley, one hand clamped on Wesley's hip and the other guiding his own weeping erection. Then it was a matter of a simple tilt of his hips before a groan was torn from his throat as he thrust deep inside.

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They were of different heights, but actually in this situation that work nicely to their advantage, and... that was the last conscious thought Wesley was able to have, as next he knew Spike was pushing into him. He gripped the countertop harder, his fingers white to the knuckles with the force of it, and made a sound that couldn't have been called a groan because it was too choked.

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"Fuck, Wes, you feel bloody incredible." Somewhere in the back of Spike's mind was a voice reminding him to be gentle, but the over-riding compulsion driving him was simply to move. He pulled out nearly completely and thrust again, then kept repeating the motion, starting slowly but increasing the speed of his hips as Wesley's body accepted him more easily. He ran his free hand up Wesley's back, admiring the muscles moving beneath his palm, before wrapping his arm around Wesley's waist. He leaned forward and pressed his chest to Wesley's sweat-dampened skin, but even in this position, even moving determinedly inside of him, Spike didn't feel close enough. His hips moved even faster.

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Wesley cried out when Spike began to move faster, the sensations nearly overwhelming him. It amazed him how quickly Spike could drive him to the edge, how Spike seemed to instinctively know just how to touch him. Or maybe it was just that their needs meshed particularly well. Shuddering, he held onto the countertop and moved to meet Spike's thrusts.

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Taking advantage of his firm grip on Wesley's body, Spike guided and encouraged Wesley's movements. "Yeah, pet, just like that," he said, groaning and thrusting deeper. He could feel the faintest beginnings of his orgasm tingling across his scalp, and he fought not to give into the rush quite yet.

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There was no doubt in Wesley's mind that he'd come instantly if anything touched his cock, but he didn't want that, not yet. He wanted to wait, hoping that the atmosphere of this would change somehow into something less... anonymous. He wanted to ask Spike to keep talking, to use more of the words that made him feel valued, and at the same time was aware that to request something like that was utterly inappropriate.

None of this prevented him from groaning with every thrust.

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Spike was wrapped tightly around Wesley and moving deep inside of him, but it still wasn't nearly enough. His body was more than happy, but his mind and his heart were not. The urgency to make Wesley his was not lessening, and he was beginning to despair that he could ever succeed.

Aching to be able to see Wesley's face, Spike was desperate to turn Wesley around and claim his mouth but instead settled for pressing firm kisses over Wesley's shoulders as their bodies moved together. "Tell me it's me, pet," he said, closer to begging than he would have liked but unable to stop himself. "Please, Wes, tell me you want me."

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Wesley was trembling with tension, but he managed to respond. "Spike... love, please... want you... no one else..."

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Wesley's words were just what Spike wanted to hear, and they hit him hard. He clung to Wesley as he shook with more than just physical need. His thrusts came even faster as his body raced toward its release. "Want you, Wes. Please. Oh, god, love, please..." He wrapped his fingers around Wesley's neglected erection as a familiar fire swirled and grew at the base of his spine.

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The tone of Spike's voice, needy and lined with tension, was enough that Wesley was starting to come even as he felt Spike's hand wrap around him. His body contracted almost painfully, his palms aching as the edge of the countertop pressed into them. It was like an explosion of pleasure, fueled by Spike's thrusts and touch, and he was shuddering so heavily that he could barely remain upright.

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Spike still craved more reassurance, but his body was insistent about its own imminent needs. He flung the arm not wrapped around Wesley's waist out to grip the counter for support as his hips surged forward. Holding Wesley firmly to him, Spike plunged deep two, three, four times more before his orgasm tore through him. He pressed his face between Wesley's shoulder blades and helplessly rode the waves of sensation crashing over him.

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Wesley's release seemed to be extended by the force of Spike's movements, a second peak of pleasure following so closely on the heels of the first that he would have collapsed if not for Spike's strong arm supporting him. He gave a groan of combined relief and disappointment as the ripples faded, his right hand slipping from the counter and grabbing onto Spike's arm instead. "Love you," he whispered almost sadly, half hoping that Spike wouldn't hear it even though he knew he would.

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Though he managed to keep them both upright, Spike couldn't stop shaking with pleasure and emotion, and Wesley's words only increased the tremors wracking his body. "Don't stop, love. Please don't stop," he said hoarsely. The desperation in his voice was clear even to him, and he shut his eyes in dismay.

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As stopping wasn't something that Wesley could really imagine at that point in time, he gentled his touch on Spike's arm, stroking across the skin soothingly. "Shh," he said softly. "It's all right. I won't."

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Miserable about having shown that he was so weak, Spike kept his eyes closed and his face hidden. He was silent for a moment and then straightened slightly, wishing that he was somewhere he could sink into something soft and warm and forget about everything instead of having to keep them both standing. He pressed a kiss to the nape of Wesley's neck and said, far more calmly than he felt, "Don't know about you, pet, but as good as this was I think I prefer the bed."

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Knowing that Spike was trying to regain composure, Wesley did his best to allow it although he strongly wanted to back away from the situation himself. "There are things to be said for the comfort of a good mattress," he said, going for a light tone.

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"Should we head for it, then?" Spike asked. He didn't want to lose the contact with Wesley, but the reality of gravity working on a post-orgasmic body was setting in. "At some point my legs are going to give out, and I don't fancy curling up on linoleum."

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"Of course," Wesley said, easing his body away from Spike's and then stepping back, self-conscious but trying to pretend he wasn't.

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Spike could sense the tension in Wesley's body, and he felt even more unsure of himself. Now that he was able, though, he couldn't stop himself from claiming the kiss he needed so badly. His lips, like his hands, were gentle but insistent.

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Wesley couldn't help but cling to Spike, so desperate for the affectionate contact that it was nearly embarrassing. He returned the kiss eagerly, one hand on Spike's upper arm and the other on his hip.

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Wesley's immediate and enthusiastic response settled Spike's nerves slightly, as did the familiar taste and feel of his mouth. Pressing himself close, he kissed Wesley nearly breathless. "Can't tell you how much I needed to kiss you," he admitted, cupping Wesley's face and bringing their lips together again.

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"We could still head for the bedroom," Wesley murmured against Spike's lips.

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"Right. Sorry." Spike pulled back sheepishly and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck to keep himself from making a bigger fool of himself by being unwilling to let go.

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"No, I just meant... we'd be more comfortable," Wesley said. "Not that I wanted to stop what we were doing." He smiled a little bit.

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"All right." Spike managed a similarly small smile. Trying not to act like a complete git, he held out his hand and said, "Come on."

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Wesley hesitated, unsure, then took Spike's hand. As they started toward the bedroom, he suggested, "I suppose sooner or later we'll have made use of every room in the flat."

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Wesley's hesitation made Spike's stomach clench. "We've made a fair start, haven't we?"

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Nodding, Wesley gave Spike's hand a quick squeeze. When they reached the bedroom, he pulled Spike down onto the bed and into a warm embrace, entwining their bodies as best he could. "I'm glad you're here," he said quietly, his voice muffled against Spike's chest.

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It took Spike a moment to decipher the mumble, but then he tightened his arms and rested his lips gratefully against Wesley's hair. "I'm glad to be here," he said equally softly.

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Wesley nuzzled in closer, since Spike didn't seem inclined to push him away. "I have to admit that I wouldn't mind some sleep," he said, hearing the faint rasp in his voice. "But then I wouldn't be able to enjoy this."

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/19795.html).