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Wesley took advantage of their position to kiss Spike again, more fiercely this time.

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Wesley's own cock was aching for attention, but he was enjoying his exploration of Spike's too much to stop. He gripped Spike's cock by the base, holding it firmly, and stroked once before taking it into his mouth, caressing it with lips and tongue, sucking lightly.

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Somewhere in the back of Spike's mind floated a comment about how speaking so many demon languages obviously gave Wesley's tongue extra flexibility, but he was too focused on enjoying its movements to give it voice. The sensations of Wesley's warm hands, mouth, and breath around him rushed through him like a flood. He could feel his body tensing and focusing, readying itself for the sort of joyous release he had never experienced in this new combination of demon and soul. He craved it, could nearly taste it in the back of his throat and feel it in the base of his spine, but he wanted Wesley even more.

Moving faster than Wesley could probably see, Spike hauled him upward, pushed him onto his back, slid over him, and claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss. When he moved away to let Wesley breathe, Spike pulled back far enough to wrap his hand around Wesley's erection. "Want me, Wes?" he asked, stroking him firmly and dipping his head to lick over a pebbled nipple.

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Breathless, Wesley arched his body under Spike's. It felt as if all of his nerve endings were straining toward Spike's touch, desperate for more. "Please," he said, only vaguely aware that he was saying what Spike wanted to hear.

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Wesley's need was evident in the tension in his body as well as his voice, and Spike relished his reaction to every touch. He drew a fingernail lightly over Wesley's nipple before he licked and sucked at it again, his hand sliding up over firm muscle to trace the elegant curve of Wesley's collarbone.

"Please what?" Spike asked, careful not to let the hand squeezing and twisting around Wesley's cock fall into a rhythm that would bring an early end to their pleasure.

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Wesley was lost in Spike's touch, deliberately lost for the first time he could remember -- in either set of memories. Still, it was a struggle to say the words, although that didn't make them any less true. "I... want you," he gasped finally.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/8459.html).