"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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Date: 2004-11-28 01:06 am (UTC)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.