Reality Bends to Desire

"You never do," Spike said with a faint smile, stroking his thumb over the back of Wesley's hand. He knew that he would have to get Wesley to tell him exactly what was acceptable and what wasn't, since he obviously couldn't figure the difference out for himself, but he could wait until they were a little calmer. He felt shaken to his core, but at least Wesley still wanted him there. He clung to that fact to combat the sense of despair welling up deep inside of him at his basic inability to be anything other than the demon he was.