Still snuggling. Awwwwwwww.

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The potential strength of that admission nearly took Wesley's breath away. Of course, Spike probably hadn't meant it quite the way it had sounded, but...

"You could have both," he offered impulsively. Then, concerned that Spike might get the wrong idea, he clarified, "That is... at some point, we might...?"

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"It's not just about me," Wesley tried to explain. "I thought you'd..." He shrugged slightly --there might not be any point to convincing Spike that he'd thought the vampire would want to, as one would imagine that would be obvious. That maybe it would make him special, somehow, to Spike. That it would create some sort of bond between them.

His own personal reasons probably went deeper, and he wasn't sure he wanted to examine them that closely.

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Staring at the ceiling, Spike tried to imagine what it would be like to feel Wesley's flesh part beneath his fangs, to have Wesley clinging to him as he willingly gave up his sweet, strong blood. The scenario was definitely not unappealing, but that wasn't what Spike wanted their relationship to be. He might be a vampire, but he loved like a man. "You're not food," he repeated, this time more gently. "You're you."

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It seemed absurd to argue that letting Spike feed from him wouldn't make him food, so Wesley just nodded and pressed his lips to Spike's shoulder. "It's up to you, obviously. I understand." He didn't, but that wasn't really important.

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Spike could hear the disappointment in Wesley's voice, and he was sorely tempted to agree to give him whatever he wanted. Feeding from him wouldn't be a physical hardship, though it went against what Spike thought was right. Perhaps if Spike had cared less about him he would have been more willing, but Wesley was important enough to him that Spike wanted to treat him as well as he possibly could. He wanted Wesley to be happy, but he wasn't sure that he could stand making him happy by hurting him. If Wesley being unhappy was the other option, though...

"Why is it important to you?" he asked, his heart heavy.

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Wesley traced Spike's collarbone with a fingertip. "Because it's you," he said after a moment. "And I thought it might convince you of my feelings for you, I suppose."

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Spike considered those statements in silence before saying, "Would you be more convinced about mine if I did?"

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There was another silence, then Wesley said, "Only if you wanted to do it. I didn't realize... it didn't occur to me that you might not care to."

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Spike shifted so that he could see more of Wesley's face. "I don't want to hurt you, pet. It would never have crossed my mind."

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Moving back slightly so that he could meet Spike's gaze, Wesley reached out to touch the scarred eyebrow again. There was something about it that intrigued him. "You seem rather caught up in the idea of it being painful. I'd imagine I've had much worse, not to mention that there are reportedly pleasant... side effects."

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Spike remembered well hours spent in play with Drusilla, the sharp slice of her fangs puncturing his skin, and the heady rush of her blood in his mouth, but those had been games between vampires. "Maybe, but I've never bitten humans for their pleasure."

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"But you know that there are humans who enjoy it."