Have they had their daily dose of angst yet? How about some breakfast?

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"If not I'll be thinking about you thinking about it, and then this sodding headache'll get kicked up another notch or two," Spike said, bringing his free hand up to try to rub away some of the pain at the back of his neck. It didn't work.

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"Here, sit down," Wesley said, urging Spike gently back toward the bed.

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Spike wasn't sure what sitting was going to accomplish, but he let Wesley sit him back down anyway.

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Once Spike was settled, Wesley moved around behind him and began to cautiously rub the back of Spike's neck and shoulders with both hands. "This might help," he said. "If it doesn't, be sure to say."

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The pressure of Wesley's hands was simultaneously painful and wonderful. Closing his eyes, Spike let his head fall forward and swallowed back a groan. "Feels good," he said slightly hoarsely.

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Wesley smiled a little bit and continued, his thumbs rolling into the tension of Spike's trapezius muscles while his fingertips stroked across the diagonal neck extensors. "Headaches are often caused by muscle tension," he told Spike. "So I don't imagine our argument did anything to help your current predicament."

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Since Spike felt like every muscle in his body was in knots, he had to agree. "No, probably not."

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Moving his hands a bit higher so that his thumbs were pressing into the bones at the base of Spike's skull, Wesley said, "Just try to relax."

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Spike did groan then as one of Wesley's thumbs hit a particularly tender spot. He saw bursts of color behind his eyelids, but he leaned into Wesley's hands, wanting the touch to continue more than the pain to stop. "You'd think after enough times waking up like this I'd learn not to drink so much."

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"Shh," Wesley said. "Berating yourself isn't considered to be relaxing."

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"I'm not berating myself," Spike said, rolling his shoulders slightly to loosen them. "It's just hard to think of anything else to talk about around the pounding in my skull."

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"Does talking make it better?"

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Spike shrugged slightly, not wanting to dislodge Wesley's hands. "Gives me something to do besides sit here and feel it."

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Wesley tried to encourage himself to be fanciful. "All right. If you were able to go anywhere in the world on holiday -- a proper holiday where other people took care of the mundane details of life -- where would you like to go?" He hoped that Spike wouldn't laugh at the topic.

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"I spent more than a hundred years on holiday not caring about the mundane details of life," Spike said with an amused smile. "Where would I go back? I liked Rome; lots of catacombs to explore in the daytime, and the food was good. Maybe Russia again, though not in bleeding winter. Think I'll give Africa a miss for a while. What about you?"

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"Rome sounds nice," Wesley agreed, trying to imagine it as he kept up the gentle massage. "Would it be difficult to get blood there, do you think? Now, I mean."

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"They have butchers, don't they? Get yourself one of those little phrase books with the Colosseum on the front and you'd be all set," Spike said, somewhat distracted by the soothing movements of Wesley's hands. "Well, not you, obviously; you don't need blood."

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"But you do," Wesley said rather absently, losing himself in the small rhythms of his hands moving on Spike's shoulder and neck, picturing what it might be like to explore parts of Rome with the vampire.

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With a soft murmur of pleasure, Spike relaxed a bit more. "True. Have you been to Rome? Bet you could spend weeks in all of those old libraries and museums."

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Wesley shook his head, then realized that Spike couldn't see him. "No. I always meant to go, but somehow...."

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"I haven't been there since... it must've been the fifties," Spike said. "It was after the war, anyway. Dru liked Venice better for some reason, but we spent a week or so in Rome, too. She had this thing for dancing in all of the fountains."

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"She must have been beautiful," Wesley said, meaning it, and for some reason not jealous.

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"She was," Spike said, a memory of her dripping with water and laughing with delight coming to the front of his mind. "She was always beautiful."

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Wesley continued to rub Spike's left shoulder, but leaned in and rested his chin on Spike's right. "Do you have any idea where she might be?"

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Spike tilted his head slightly so that he could lean it against Wesley's. "No, and it's better that way. She'd be horrified by what I am, and I couldn't watch her kill people. It's not like we could have a nice chat about old times. Besides, the last time I saw her I nearly staked her, so I'm sure she wouldn't be happy to see me."

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"It almost seems a shame," Wesley mused. "Such a long history together..." He slid his arm around Spike's waist and held him. "Not, of course, that I'm not happy with the way things turned out."

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"She made her choices, and I made mine. I'd hate for her to be dusted, but there can't be anything between us but history now. She probably doesn't even remember most of that." Spike opened his eyes so that he could focus more on the present than the past.

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"Well that's certainly her loss," Wesley said, straightening back up a bit and returning to his self-appointed duty, the heels of both hands pressing into Spike's upper back muscles firmly.

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Spike would have shrugged if Wesley's hands on his back hadn't felt so good. "That's just Dru. She's got a unique relationship with reality; hell, she still woke up some days looking for Angel nearly a century after he left."

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The last thing Wesley wanted at the moment was to chance a fresh argument, so he thought it best not to discuss Angel. "So, Rome? When do you think the best time of year to go might be?"

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"What am I? A travel agent?" Spike asked, grinning. "I don't know, pet. We were there in the winter, since the nights were longer. But you might like the summer better for the same reason; you could walk through the city in the evenings and only have to worry about pickpockets and muggers instead of vampires."

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Wesley's hands stopped moving briefly. "I was thinking we'd go together."

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Spike blinked in surprise; he had thought that the conversation was entirely hypothetical. "Oh, I... Sorry. Winter, then. I don't fancy being cooped up in a hotel room for more than half the day, not unless you're there with me, which kind of defeats the purpose of traveling."

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Running his thumbs down along either side of Spike's spine in a slow sensual drag, Wesley smiled. "I'd imagine we'd spend a fair amount of our time indoors. Unless you've an exhibitionism fetish you haven't told me about."

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Spike groaned softly at both the pressure on his back and the attractiveness of the idea of having that sort of uninterrupted time together. "No, I haven't got a fetish, though the thought of sucking you off in a dark alley with clueless tourists walking by a few feet away isn't exactly a turn-off for me, pet."

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Wesley shivered slightly as his body reacted to the thought. "No, I wouldn't... wouldn't call that a turn-off."

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Shutting his eyes again, Spike grinned knowingly. He had a deliciously appealing picture in his mind of Wesley struggling not to make a noise as Spike knelt before him and took his cock deep into his mouth, but he forced himself to try to think about something else; he was in no state to act on his arousal. "Where else would you like to go? There must be other places you'd like to see."

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"Egypt?" Wesley suggested, pushing Spike's shoulder gently to encourage him to bend forward at the waist so that he could work on the vampire's lower back.

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"Africa," was Spike's comment as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Sunny. Too much sand. But interesting."

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"Too much sun is definitely to be avoided," Wesley said, curling his knuckles into Spike's back in slow half circles. "I may not burn quite so dramatically as you do, but it's still something I'd prefer not to experience."

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"Then we might want to give Egypt a miss. I'd rather your skin not be all red and peeling." Keeping his head lowered and rolling his neck, Spike was surprised to find that his headache seemed to be receding, though it wasn't clear whether the hangover was wearing off or if the massage was helping to get rid of the tension that had built during their earlier conversation. "What about Australia? That Crocodile Hunter bloke is always having exciting adventures there with snakes and crocodiles and tiny little spiders that'll kill you if they look at you funny." Remembering that Wesley could actually be killed by the animals, Spike said, "Maybe not Australia."

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Wesley exerted a bit more pressure with his thumbs as he found a particularly tense spot. "I'd imagine that as long as one is reasonably cautious it's not any more dangerous than living in L.A."

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"I've never been good at being cautious," Spike said, his voice a bit tight with the very good pain Wesley was causing him, "How 'bout Ireland? Lots of rain, even more beer, and no snakes."

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"Ireland might be far enough away," Wesley agreed.

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"Far enough away from what?" Spike asked, wondering if there were always undercurrents to Wesley's speech that he was missing.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/28144.html).