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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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.