Two men, a darkened bedroom, and nothing at all to do... besides plan the arrangement of furniture.

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Spike slid his hand up Wesley's back to pull him closer and ignored the protests of his aching head as the kiss became slightly more intense. He wasn't yet being driven by urgent demands of his body; instead he craved more reassurance that things for the moment were all right.

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After a moment, Wesley gentled the kiss again, making it softer and more affectionate. "I love you."

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Smiling, Spike pulled back just far enough that he could look into Wesley's eyes. "I love you, too," he said. "I'm still not sure how this all happened, but I do."

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"I'm not sure it matters how it happened, as long as you stay," Wesley said.

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"You're right, and I am," Spike said. "Why wouldn't I?"

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"Because sooner or later I seem to drive everyone away?" Wesley shook his head. "Just keep telling me you forgive me."

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"Pet, people have had trouble driving me away even when they wanted to," Spike said with a rueful laugh. "And there's nothing to forgive you for."

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It was much easier to kiss Spike than to ask for the repeated reassurance, so that was what Wesley did.

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The relief that Spike felt at the fact that the easy intimacy between them seemed to have been regained released even more of his tension. He made a muted sound of pleasure deep in his throat as he relaxed into the kiss, not pressing for more but just enjoying the feel and taste of Wesley's mouth on his own.

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Running his hand up and down Spike's back slowly, Wesley let his tongue meet Spike's, just casually. The kisses were long and soft, and Wesley tried to use them to convey his feelings, to show Spike that he was loved and cherished.

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Just kissing wasn't something Spike had a lot of experience with; Dru had always been too easily distracted, he hadn't wanted to spend the time on Harmony, and his relationship with Buffy had never allowed that sort of sweetness. He found that he liked it, though, focusing on the gentle touches of lips and hands and the soft murmurs of enjoyment coming from both of them. The care with which Wesley was touching him was almost overwhelming and a bit disconcerting because of it, but Spike tried to show the same tenderness in return. "I should think about being hung over more often if this is what I get while I'm recovering," he said, barely moving his mouth from Wesley's.

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"You don't need to be hung over for us to do this," Wesley answered after a moment. He kissed Spike's upper lip, traced it with his tongue, then caught it gently between his teeth for a brief instant. "We can do this any time. Whenever you like."

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"Don't think I won't take you up on that," Spike said, recapturing Wesley's lips for a proper kiss.

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"I hope you will." Wesley arched his body against Spike's slightly, not so much in invitation as just to feel Spike against him.

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Spike didn't think that Wesley would be anywhere near as welcoming if his attention were focused on something else at the time, but there was no reason to point out that fact. Instead he smiled and continued to touch and kiss him.

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Wesley poured himself into the embrace, his hand sliding over Spike's shoulder blade and up to his shoulder, caressing it smoothly. He brought his other hand up to cup Spike's face, holding it as they kissed.

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Being the recipient of so much tenderness was almost too much for Spike, and he fought against his instinct to pull away to get some distance from it and from Wesley's painless but relentless insinuation deeper into Spike's heart. He had no defenses against it, and that realization was terrifying even as the contact was thrilling. He couldn't move away, though, not when he was getting so lost in how Wesley felt against him. "I don't know how I ever thought I could resist you," he said, smiling and running his fingers through Wesley's hair and down to stroke over the warm skin at the nape of his neck.

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"Don't," Wesley said. "Please don't."

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"I can't," Spike assured him, sliding his hand further down Wesley's spine to rest between his shoulder blades.

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Wesley pressed closer, wanting Spike to hold him more tightly, their next kiss no more heated but a bit more desperate. "I'm yours," he said clearly.

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"I want you to be," Spike said, his voice tinged with a resigned sadness he couldn't quite hide.

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"I'm certainly not anyone else's," Wesley said, frowning and pulling back slightly so he could see Spike's face. "You're the one I want to be with. No one else."

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"I know, love," Spike said, running his hand soothingly over Wesley's back. "But you're not the only one with a history of things not turning out how you want."

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"So we're doomed from the start?" Wesley asked, his hand still cradling Spike's face. "I don't believe that. I refuse to."

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"No, not doomed. I just..." Spike didn't know how to explain - and didn't really want to even if he could have - his uncertainty about what might happen in the future. He'd deal with it if and when something happened, but he didn't want to think about it now. "I think I should go back to kissing you."

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"We're supposed to be making you feel better," Wesley agreed. "Not worse."

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"Then come here," Spike said, leaning forward so that he could touch his mouth to Wesley's again.

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Wesley did as instructed, molding his body to Spike's and parting his lips willingly.

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Spike easily settled back into the gentle rhythm of the kiss, and his voice was warm and soft when a few minutes later he murmured, "I'm yours, too, you know. Just yours."

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With a sound of wordless reassurance, Wesley pulled Spike even closer, his breathing steady and deep as their lips touched again and again in long open-mouthed kisses.

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Wesley had said at some point - had it only been the day before? - that he liked how they fit together, and Spike couldn't agree more. Wesley wasn't so delicate that Spike was afraid that he might accidentally hurt him, nor was he so large that Spike felt small in comparison; he just felt right in his arms, warm, solid, and real. With gentle hands, Spike held him close as they kissed and slowly stroked over his shoulders, back, and side.

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"Just want you to be happy," Wesley said quietly, with his arm around Spike's waist.

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Spike smiled. "I'm happy with you."

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"Good. Let's make sure we keep it that way." Wesley was just about to kiss Spike again when he thought he heard what might have been a knock at the door. "Oh dear."

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"Bugger," Spike muttered. He leaned forward to kiss Wesley. "Don't answer it. It can't be good."

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"I can't help but think you're right," Wesley said. "Perhaps if we're very quiet, whoever it is will go away."

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"Good plan." Spike slid his hand up Wesley's back and brought their mouths together again. There was another, louder knock, which he firmly ignored.

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Wesley allowed the kiss to continue for another few seconds, then reluctantly pulled back and got up. "I'll be right back," he promised. "Stay here and relax."

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Spike sat up, though, and said, "I'll come with you." He couldn't think of anyone he'd be happy to see at the door, but the list of people who would be a problem was endless.

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"All right," Wesley said, pausing long enough to give Spike the chance to stand up.

Fervently hoping that it wasn't Angel -- or Fred, or Gunn, or Lorne -- he went through the living room with Spike following him. He opened the door cautiously, revealing an overnight delivery courier, if the man's uniform had anything to say about it.

"Wesley Wind-ham Pryce?" the man read from the thin cardboard package he was holding.

Wesley sighed. "Yes."

The man continued to stand there.

"Yes," Wesley repeated. "Did you need me to sign something?"

"Oh! Yeah." The delivery man handed Wesley a clipboard and waited for him to sign on the appropriate line -- which of course Wesley had to find for himself. Once the clipboard was given back over to him, the man gave Wesley the cardboard envelope and left without another word.

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"Were you expecting something?" Spike asked as Wesley shut the door.

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"No," Wesley said, looking at the cardboard envelope more closely. "It's from England."

Tearing the opening strip off, he reached inside and brought out two objects -- a piece of paper folded into thirds and a sealed envelope. He tucked both envelopes under his arm as he unfolded the paper and scanned it quickly.

Dear Mr. Wyndam-Pryce,

Giles says I should call you that because I'm asking you a favor, but I called you Wesley when you were Buffy's Watcher so why should it be different now? Well, I called you other things, too, but I think we'd both like to forget that. I was young. Actually, technically, I never said any of it, if that helps.

That reminds me, I don't think I ever apologized to you for coloring in the engravings in your facsimile of Lorhardt's Bestiary. It's a good thing it wasn't the real thing; both you and Giles would have turned even more purple than you did. Anyway, I'm sorry.

As you can see, I'm enclosing an envelope with a letter to Spike. He told Buffy he was staying with you, and I hope you'll know where he is even if he's gone somewhere else by now. Would you please get it to him? If you can't, would you please tell Giles? I don't want to be waiting for an answer that won't come.

Thank you for your help.

Sincerely,

Dawn Summers

Wesley looked up at Spike. "It's from Dawn," he said, taking out the smaller envelope and offering it to the vampire. "She wanted to know if I could give you this."

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"Bet that was easier than she expected," Spike said absently, taking the envelope with numb fingers. He stared at his name in familiar looping handwriting on the white paper. Dawn's handwriting.

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Thinking that Spike looked a bit shell-shocked, Wesley touched his arm gently. "Do you want to sit down?"

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"I..." Spike looked up from the envelope to Wesley's face. "Yeah, maybe I'd better. God knows what she has to say."

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/29543.html).