Something old, something new?

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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As Spike began to move more quickly, Wesley closed his eyes, concentrating on how everything felt in that moment. Spike's cock, thrusting into him. Spike's hand, gripping his hip tightly. Spike's mouth on his throat. He whimpered again, overwhelmed by the realization that there was only one way for them to be closer. "Please..."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

As close as they were, though, Spike could see in Wesley's eyes that he was holding something back. "What is it?" he asked, growing more serious. He stroked small, gentle swirls over Wesley's skin.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I just... I wanted you to." Wesley dropped his gaze to Spike's throat. "I think about it."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike's brain, which had been drifting in a post-orgasmic haze, clicked on, and he realized what Wesley was talking about. "Oh." He was still for a long moment, trying to sort out his warring feelings. "I have, too," he admitted finally, returning to caressing Wesley's back. "Tell me what you've been thinking?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

That sounded less dismissive than Wesley had expected, and he relaxed a bit. "I want to know what it feels like," he said quietly. "To have you feed from me... because I love you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"And I don't want to want to feed from you, because I love you," Spike said, his voice soft and apologetic. His eyes grew distant as he tried to explain, the orgasm having torn away some of his defenses. "But I think about your blood too much. Dream about it. What it smelled like. How much there was. How it made my hands so slippery I had trouble holding onto you." He looked back at Wesley, sad at his own weakness. "I want your blood to mean you're living, not dying."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"It does," Wesley said, trying to hide how disturbed he was by Spike's words as he soothed him with gentle hands. "It could."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to panic every time you get a paper cut," Spike said in a hoarse whisper, looking down again. "I know I'm driving you mad, but I can't help it."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Any frustration he'd felt at Spike's overly-protective behavior forgotten, Wesley put a hand under Spike's chin and tilted his face up, trying to get Spike to look at him. "Shh... no, it's fine. I didn't..." Helplessly, he kissed Spike.