Moving toward the shower. Eventually.

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"Depends upon how you look at it," Wesley agreed, watching Spike's fingers move across his skin.

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Wesley didn't move. He was trying to tell himself that whatever he was imagining was certainly worse than whatever had happened, but it wasn't quite working. "Tell me."

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"Hot water? Small space? Soap?" Spike could see that Wesley wasn't amused. Sighing, he let his arm fall back to his side. "There's nothing to tell. He was trying everything he could to get me to listen, including falling back into some old... patterns." He wasn't sure how much Wesley knew about their relationship back when they were both unsouled, and he didn't really relish the thought of having to provide details. "Obviously it didn't work."

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He knew that Spike didn't want Angel -- quite possibly hated him -- and that helped. A bit. "I don't like the thought of him touching you at all. But especially not... like that."