They might spend the next two weeks in bed.

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Wesley muffled a groan against Spike's shoulder, mouthing at the skin there before scraping his teeth across it. "Very persuasive," he agreed.

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A small gasp escaped Spike, and a surge of blood made his cock even harder. "Though if I have to convince you, I'm doing something wrong," he said, sliding a hand between them to rub his fingertips over Wesley's nipple.

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His whole body tingling with renewed arousal, Wesley stopped their banter by pressing his mouth to Spike's in a slow kiss. He ran his hands over all the parts of Spike he could reach.

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"Mmm, maybe I'm not," Spike murmured against Wesley's lips, toying gently with Wesley's nipple.

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Wesley moved his mouth down to Spike's throat again, nipping at it with his teeth as he rocked his body gently, moaning at the feel of Spike's cock inside him. "You're perfect," he whispered.

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Spike groanted softly, moving with Wesley's body. "I like your idea of perfect," he said, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers and exposing more of his neck to Wesley's mouth. "God, I love you."

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As they moved together slowly, Wesley lavished his attention on Spike's throat, sucking, licking, and biting at it, watching as he created small flushed marks on the pale skin. "Tell me what it feels like," he urged. "What you imagine it would feel like, with me."

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The journey of Wesley's mouth was so distracting that it took Spike a moment to answer. Sliding his hand around to hold him more tightly, he said, "I'd want you close, in my arms, pressed up against me. As close as we could get. I'd start by kissing and sucking gently on your skin, pulling the blood to the surface. My mouth would be watering to taste you, but I'd want to draw it out, make us both ache for it before I did it."

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"I'm always aching for you," Wesley said. "Would you do it like this?" He chose an already-reddened place on Spike's skin and pressed his mouth over it, sucking at that one spot, first gently and then more firmly.

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His eyes still closed, Spike groaned. "Yeah, like that, love. Enjoying your skin. How it feels. How it tastes," he said, his voice becoming rougher. "It'd get too hard to hold back, and I'd give in. Sink my teeth into you, feel your flesh part and your blood rise. The bite would hurt you at first - can't change that - but then I'd start to draw your blood into my mouth." His hips began to speed up as he moved in shallow thrusts inside of Wesley. "God, that first rush is the best, when it's so hot and sweet. It'd make your head spin, and you'd hold onto me, wanting more."

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Wesley gave a faint gasp and lifted his head to kiss Spike. "Oh God," he said. He was suddenly, painfully hard, rocking his hips to meet Spike's thrusts. The picture Spike was painting with his words made him feel hot and desperate. "Please, love. Please."

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"And I won't stop," Spike continued, kissing down Wesley's jaw. "Not at first. You'll taste so good, love." He sucked gently at the skin of Wesley's throat, his thrusts getting longer, harder. "So alive. You'll be whispering my name, begging for more, and I'll keep swallowing your blood. Not too much, don't want to hurt you, but I'll want to keep tasting you, know you're alive, know you're mine."

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Tilting his head to give Spike better access, Wesley closed his eyes and groaned. "Please," he whispered, barely audibly.

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Spike grazed Wesley's throat with his teeth, murmuring his words against Wesley's warm skin. "It'll feel so good to you, your blood flowing into me, you won't be able to stop yourself from coming. That'll make your blood run even sweeter, and you'll take me with you. Crashing over the edge, filled with you, lost in you." Moaning, Spike thrust more powerfully, caught up in the image. "Nothing but you."

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Wesley made a little sound of helpless pleasure with each stroke, shivering with desire as Spike's mouth slid over his sensitive skin. "Please, love. Please. Do it."

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"Here?" Spike asked between nibbles low on the side of Wesley's throat, his hold tightening unconsciously, allowing no space at all between them. "Where people could see, if they knew what to look for? Could drink from you anywhere. Your wrist. Inside of your thigh." He pushed his cock deep and held the position for a moment, reveling in the feel of Wesley throbbing around him.

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"Yes, there. Do it there." Wesley struggled to hold still, as he knew that trying to get Spike to move if Spike didn't want to would be fruitless, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt himself now, when they were so close to what they both wanted.

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"Now?" Spike's voice was very soft, the cold fear in the pit of his stomach not entirely eliminated by the faith he had in Wesley.

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"Please," Wesley begged in a hushed voice, sliding his hand around to the small of Spike's back and pressing himself as close as he dared.

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"I love you," Spike whispered, pressing kisses up the column of Wesley's neck and cradling him securely in his arms. "More than anything in the world." Then he closed his eyes, felt his face shift, and with the delicate touch of a lover sank his fangs into Wesley's throat.

For a second, he nearly recoiled at the taste of Wesley's blood, so strong was his horrifying memory of it. Then his instincts took over, and he drank, his hips moving in time with his mouth. He went slowly, carefully, although his body was alight with passion at the life - Wesley's life - he was sharing.

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Wesley managed to suppress any sound that might have escaped him when Spike bit into him. The pain was similar to that of a doctor's needle -- more intense, but only bad for the first moment or two. Then the teeth in his throat were just an intrusion, something that didn't quite belong but didn't necessarily hurt.

And then Spike started to drink, and the hot, pulling sensation made Wesley forget about everything else but his body, and Spike, and the way they were moving together.

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Spike felt Wesley stiffen and then relax, like so many of his victims had over the years, but Wesley was clinging, not fighting, so Spike continued. He took small sips of blood, and the bright, fresh taste of it was nearly overwhelming. It was so warm, so full of life, and it was Wesley's. Wesley's blood, Wesley's life. The thought that Wesley was sharing himself in that way made Spike's eyes prickle with tears, and he swallowed harder, his thrusts stronger, holding Wesley to him.

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It was so incredible -- Spike was fucking him, and feeding from him, and all Wesley could feel was a soaring pleasure. He shifted so that the head of his cock rubbed against Spike's abdomen with each thrust and moaned loudly, feeling a sting of fresh pain in his throat caused by the vibration.

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"Amazing, love," Spike murmured against the wound he had created, licking away the blood as it dribbled in thin rivulets down Wesley's throat. "God." He went back to drinking properly, tipping them both so that Wesley's back was flat against the mattress, Spike's arm under him, holding his own weight and keeping Wesley as close as he could. His other hand was at Wesley's hip, pinning him in place as he fucked him. His body trembled with emotion and desire, wavering on the brink of his orgasm but feeling like he could stay there for hours.

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It was rather, Wesley thought dimly, like being fucked in two places at once. His body didn't seem to know which sensation to focus on, and so wavered back and forth between the two options. Every movement made him quiver and clutch at Spike more desperately as the pleasure became bigger than he was, threatening to shatter him into tiny pieces. He made a sound that couldn't even have been called a whimper, it was so breathless and soft.

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As much as he was tempted to get lost in the taste and feel of Wesley's body, to do nothing but feed from him and fuck him until they were both completely sated, Spike wouldn't let himself get that far lost. It was nearly impossible, keeping the level of control he needed to listen to Wesley's sounds and feel for any tension, but he was determined to treat Wesley with that much care. Still, his thrusts were determined, sinking as deep as he could into that warm, tight body as he drew out just a bit more of its life. He teased the wounds with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking, not wasting a drop of blood.

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Wesley couldn't think anymore -- all he was aware of was Spike, and he didn't care if that ever changed. He felt Spike push deeper into him, and the heat on his throat where Spike's mouth was, and his cock slid in a slick line along Spike's stomach, and he came, so hard that he couldn't see or hear or breathe.

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Wesley tensed and jerked, a gush of slippery heat spilling between them as he cried out wordlessly, and it encouraged Spike to lift Wesley's hips and increase the rhythm of his own movements. It all felt so incredibly good - Wesley's body all around him, his orgasm making him clench his muscles that much more tightly, his blood so strong and healthy in Spike's mouth - and he trembled with the effort of not flying apart. "God. Oh, fucking god," he panted between licks of Wesley's throat, his face changing back to its human form and his hips working harder and faster. Wesley clung to him, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Spike buried his face in his throat, held him close, and with a shout poured out his release deep in his body.

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Still whimpering and clutching at Spike, Wesley trembled as he stroked his hands through Spike's hair and over his shoulders and upper back. "That's right," he said shakily. "Yes, love."

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Panting, still beyond words, Spike kept his eyes closed and rubbed their cheeks together. It took a huge amount of effort to keep his weight off of Wesley, but he couldn't bear to move away yet.

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Wesley turned his head and kissed the side of Spike's face. "You're the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured.

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"That's how I feel about you," Spike replied, his voice rough with emotion. He lifted his head and met Wesley's eyes, his heart in his throat. "You're all right? That was what you wanted?"

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"I'm wonderful, and it was exactly what I wanted," Wesley said, certain that his eyes reflected the truth of his statement. He lifted a slightly-trembling hand and touched Spike's face. "What about you?"

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Spike gave Wesley a shaky smile, heartened by the love and contentment in his expression. "I'm madly in love with you. Even more than I was before."

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Wesley smiled back. "Well, I can't say that makes me unhappy." He couldn't stop running his hands over Spike's skin.

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"I bloody well hope not," Spike said, still smiling. "That was one of the most mind-blowing experiences of my life, love. But I've got to move before I collapse on you." He reluctantly pulled away and lowered himself onto his side next to Wesley with a muted groan of relief at being able to relax. The bite mark on Wesley's throat was still slowly oozing blood, and he looked at it with a combination of wonder and sadness.

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Shifting his weight and rolling toward Spike, Wesley settled himself into a more comfortable position, running his fingers lightly over Spike's chest. "Was it? Really?"

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Spike wrapped his arm around Wesley's waist, wishing that he could pull him closer without hurting him. "Yeah, it was. You let me bite you. Let me take your blood, your life. Wanted me to. That's not a small thing, pet," he said. "And, god, it was good."

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"It was incredible," Wesley said. He was still trembling slightly, actually. "I hope we'll do it again, at some point?"

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"If you want to, we will," Spike said, looking deeply into Wesley's eyes and smoothing his hand in slow strokes over his back. "What was it like for you?"

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"It was... it felt..." Wesley tried to think of a way to put it into words. "It was amazing," he said finally, although he'd already said that. "It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. More than what I'd hoped for."

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"For me, too," Spike said softly. "I've tasted the blood of thousands of people, but nothing like that. Nothing like you wanting me to do it."

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Wesley brought a fingertip to Spike's lips and touched a tiny smear of his own blood there. "I love you."

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Spike kissed Wesley's finger, the gesture rubbing the skin clean once more. "Thank you," he said. "I love you, too."

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"I'm hoping there'll be sleep now," Wesley said, curling himself closer to Spike and breathing against his shoulder. He was astonishingly exhausted.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/77052.html).