Supposedly *not* talking about you-know-who

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Continued from here.

"Something more pleasant. You could tell me about your duties as Head Boy," Spike suggested with a grin before taking another long swallow of blood.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike finished off his blood, realizing that he was going to need to be more sober to follow Wesley's speech patterns. "So what happened?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I followed him around like an eager pup for a few weeks, anxious to assist him if it meant he'd give me some positive attention, and after a couple of fortnights he decided that the best way for me to assist him would be in... relieving his sexual tension." Wesley shrugged slightly, as if it had been nothing, although at the time he'd only gone along with it because it seemed the only thing to do.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've been to public school. Happened a lot in my day," Spike said, watching Wesley more seriously. "But you found you liked it?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eventually. At first I was just... surprised. But yes, obviously I liked it." Wesley smiled reassuringly. "And when he turned his attention to someone new, there was a whole school full of other boys -- and some men -- who were just as willing to experiment. I suppose it's not referred to as 'getting an education' for nothing."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"It was good, then? The experimenting?" Spike asked.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"For the most part. As I'm sure you're well aware, one's own hand is rarely as stimulating as someone else's." Wesley thought back, trying to recall a specific incident that Spike might like to hear about, even though just thinking about it started that flushed feeling in his cheeks again. "I had a brief but highly passionate relationship with the Latin Master."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike's grin re-emerged. "Have a thing for older men, do you?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"So it would seem," Wesley said, returning the grin. "We had many afternoon encounters under the guise of private tutoring. Used most of the pieces of furniture in his office, if I recall correctly."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Come on, pet. You've got to tell me more than that," Spike said, ignoring the slight sting of jealousy in his chest. "Why did you want him? How did he touch you?"