If they had a rubber duckie, I think it would be jealous.

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"Yes. God. Wes." Spike was reduced to single syllables as his body stretched around Wesley's fingers and moved with the rhythm of his hands. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he managed to keep his gaze locked on Wesley's face as he twisted and arched into his touch. His skin felt too small, too tight to contain the arousal threatening to burst out of him, and the movement of the water around him made him feel like warm hands were caressing him everywhere. "God."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"That's right, love," Wesley said, his voice gentle in contrast to what his hands were doing more roughly than he would have dared with anyone else. "That's right. Come for me."

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Spike was completely open both physically and emotionally, nothing held back, nothing guarded, and was filled with Wesley, in his eyes, in his ears, in his body. "Love," he warned, his voice thick with arousal and adoration, and then Wesley hit just the right spot inside of him. Helpless to hold back even if he had wanted to, Spike quaked with the first tremors of his orgasm, but he kept his eyes locked on Wesley's until the blinding pleasure of his release consumed him.

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Wesley felt the first twitch inside Spike's body, instead of in his cock, a surge of pressure just before Spike came, head thrown back, eyes closing helplessly. He was so beautiful like that that Wesley couldn't bear to lean forward and kiss him -- couldn't bear to lose sight of the pleasure on his face. "Yes, love," he murmured.

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Gasping and groaning, Spike came in forceful pulses, shudders wracking his body until he felt completely drained. He sagged wearily back against the tub, not quite yet able to open his eyes or form words.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Very gently, Wesley eased his fingers out of Spike, giving his cock one last stroke as he did so and smiling as Spike twitched in response. "You're the most incredible thing I've ever seen." It was true -- flushed with the heat of the water, Spike looked amazing.

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Spike lazily opened his eyes, giving Wesley a sated if weak smile. His muscles didn't seem to be responding like they should. "Thank you. For all of it."

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"Thank you," Wesley said, running his hands along Spike's thighs. "I feel... blessed, really. To have you in my life."

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"Blessed seems like a funny word to use about a vampire," Spike remarked. He reached down to take one of Wesley's hands. "Can you come closer, pet?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Not much closer," Wesley admitted, leaning in to kiss Spike despite the somewhat awkward position. "Should we get out?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"That or top off with some more hot water and soak a bit longer." Spike met Wesley's mouth in another slow kiss without waiting for an answer, drawing it out. "I don't think anyone's ever felt blessed to have me before," he said softly afterwards, treating Wesley to a self-conscious but delighted smile.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do," Wesley said, with his mouth still very close to Spike's. "And I vote for getting out before I become nothing but wrinkles."

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Spike sighed but nodded, energy returning only sluggishly to his limbs. "Nice thing about the bath is there's no cleaning up," he said, swirling his fingers around in the water in illustration. "'Course, the whole thing's one big wet spot."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"But at least one doesn't have to change the sheets to get rid of the wet spot," Wesley said, using his own hand to swish away any lingering traces of his earlier release.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Good. I don't think I've got energy for that right now." Spike braced himself on the edges of the tub. "Ready to get up?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley nodded and shifted back, giving both he and Spike the room they needed to stand up. He was grateful for the size of the bath tub as he got to his feet, one hand against the wall for support.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike opened the drain before he got up, swallowing back a groan as gravity and the weakness of his muscles made the movement more of a fight than usual. He was fairly steady once he was on his feet, though, and he stepped out onto the floor without wobbling. "Please tell me you want to go lie down," he said, extending a hand to help Wesley out of the tub.

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Grateful for the help, Wesley let Spike steady him until he was standing flat on the bath mat. "Oh, yes. Lying down sounds like a very good idea."

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Sliding his arm around Wesley's waist, Spike leaned in for another kiss, a gentle press of their lips. "Come on, then. Before my legs give out."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley snagged two towels and handed one to Spike as they started out of the bathroom. He yawned. "All right, it's possible that a nap might also be in order."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"About twelve hours' worth," Spike said, rubbing himself dry with still clumsy hands. "Think you wore me out." He smiled over at Wesley. "That's not a complaint."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think it was," Wesley said reassuringly, using his own towel to dry his chest.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike smiled more, reaching over to slide his hand over Wesley's shoulder. He didn't want not to be touching him. "You're an expert at it."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley blinked. "I hope you mean wearing you out, and not complaining," he said, smiling to show that he knew what the answer was.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Rolling his eyes, Spike said, "You've seen how I react. What do you think?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I think I abandoned my juice," Wesley said, smiling. "Remind to get some more later. Right now I just want to lie down with you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike glanced back toward the bathroom, a thin line of concern forming between his brows. "I can get it for you, love. Won't take a minute."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No," Wesley said. He took Spike's hand and tugged him in the direction they'd been traveling. "It's fine. Come on."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

With another quick glance over his shoulder, Spike followed Wesley down the hall to their bedroom. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked, studying Wesley's face.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Other than ready for a nap? Yes." Wesley ushered them into the bedroom and gave his chest and stomach another quick rub with the towel before dropping it onto the floor.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

The bare wooden floors of the apartment were cool against Spike's feet, an indication of how the bath had warmed him, and he didn't hesitate in dropping his own towel so that he'd be able to climb into bed next to Wesley to try to preserve the heat in him for a little while longer. "In you go," he said, standing next to the bed and holding open the covers.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley obeyed, sliding carefully into the bed and shifting over to make room for Spike. "You, too."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike slipped in under the covers with a heavy, happy sigh, and slid over next to Wesley. He wanted to curl around him, but he made do with lying on his side and resting his hand on Wesley's nearer arm.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

That wasn't nearly enough for Wesley, who moved closer until their noses were nearly touching. "Would it be strange if I said that now this really feels like home?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Why now?" Spike asked, tucking his arm loosely around Wesley's waist. "Because we've tired each other out with some bloody incredible sex?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Wesley said. He adjusted the covers a bit. "I guess it just makes the place seem more like ours. The way I want it to be."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"How do you want it to be?" Spike grinned and clarified, "Besides all the shagging."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I want to feel like we fit here. To be settled," Wesley said. "God, that sounds dull, doesn't it."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"No," Spike said, gently caressing Wesley's back. "I've done enough tearing around, not having anyplace that's mine. It sounds nice."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley smiled. "I think so. And this place can be ours for as long as we want it to be. You don't... you don't think you'll be bored?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"In New York?" Spike asked incredulously. "I don't think it's possible to be bored here, pet."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, I suppose not." Wesley lifted his head, pulled a pillow in closer, and relaxed. "But I don't want you to be bored. I want to keep things interesting."

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Spike made a little sound of disagreement. "You make it sound like I can't amuse myself. Next you're going to start bringing me knitting needles and books of crosswords."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," Wesley said. He tilted his head down and kissed Spike's shoulder, then, while his face was hidden, added, "You're more the crocheting type, I think."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I've used a crochet hook once or twice, but never to make doilies," Spike said in a warning voice. It would have probably been more menacing if he hadn't been trying not to laugh.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/78809.html).