Relieving the tension.

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Swallowing a groan, Spike knelt between Wesley's legs and slid his free hand up the inside of Wesley's thigh. "Want to make you come, Wes. I want to make you come so bloody hard you couldn't stop yourself if you tried, and I want to be inside you when you do." Slowing the pace of his stroking, he gently cupped Wesley's balls and slipped one finger back to tease the sensitive strip of skin behind them.

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The backs of Wesley's thighs were starting to ache with tension, and his right hand was fisted tightly in the tangle of sheets. He closed his eyes, threw his head back. "Yes," he said, quivering as Spike's finger stroked delicately. "Spike..."

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Thankful that the soul hadn't precluded him from snooping around the flat earlier in the day, Spike found what he was looking for in the bedside table and returned to slide slippery fingers down Wesley's erection, across the delicate skin of his balls, and over the tight opening to his body behind them. Running his other hand over Wesley's trembling thigh, Spike slowly pushed one finger inward, watching Wesley's face as muscle unclenched and allowed him inside.

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Wesley wasn't completely successful in choking back a groan, and he had to force himself to relax, a contradiction in terms if ever there was one. But once Spike's finger had slid inside, it seemed only natural to relax a bit more, to rock his hips slightly. "Want you," he said, on an outrush of breath.

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At Wesley's words, Spike had to shut his eyes for a moment to clamp down on the urge to take him as fast and as hard as his body was desperate to do. When he was certain that he had control of himself, he bent his head to Wesley's abdomen, kissing and licking the golden, sweat-coated skin while his hand continued to move. He pushed another finger into Wesley's slick heat and carefully twisted them, searching for just the right spot.

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Wesley cried out sharply as his cock twitched in reaction to the stimulation. He was hovering on the edge of orgasm, trembling with it. "Now," he said, in a tone something between begging and ordering, the hard edge to his voice making his urgency clear. "Spike... please."

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"You're so bloody gorgeous like this," Spike said, mesmerized by the open need in Wesley's voice and body. He added a third finger to be sure that he was stretched enough, and then pulled back to slick himself. Guiding one of Wesley's legs around his waist, he positioned his cock and achingly slowly started to slide into him. Spike lowered his head to Wesley's shoulder, panting, muscles straining to keep himself still, and waited for Wesley's body to accept him.

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What had been almost unbearably intense slipped, suddenly, into a rather dream-like state. The feel of Spike's skin against the inside curve of Wesley's knee... the slick glide and push that, to his relief, caused his impending orgasm to ease back several notches... the way Spike's breath -- not required, but apparently necessary -- moved across his chest in careful pants...

Wesley shifted slightly, letting his other leg fall a bit further to the side, opening himself to Spike.

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Wesley relaxed just enough, and Spike tilted his hips to push further inside. He was intoxicated by the feel of Wesley beneath him, around him, and he savored the heady scent of arousal with every inhalation. Lifting one hand from the mattress to grip Wesley's hip, he tried to focus on finding just the right angle and motion as he began to thrust. "God, Wes, you feel..."

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The pain of it felt right, and not just because it was slight when compared to the new old memory of having his throat slit, but because... "Don't stop," Wesley said, shifting his body again to make it easier to meet Spike's thrusts. He didn't want to think about anything but how perfect this was.

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"No," Spike agreed, lifting himself up to sink more deeply into Wesley's body. Every time he withdrew he returned faster, harder. He struggled not to let his instincts overwhelm him, but the pleasure cascading through him at this passionate, sensual act was impossible to ignore. He forced himself to stay in control, to focus on what made Wesley gasp and moan.

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One of Wesley's hands was on the small of Spike's back, clutching there, needing something to hold on. He gasped and snapped his hips up to meet Spike's next thrust, and the next, the two of them moving together. Suddenly desperate for more contact, he reached up and cupped the back of Spike's head, pulling him down for a brutal kiss, doing what he could to encourage more.

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Pleased by Wesley's enthusiasm, Spike groaned and crushed their mouths together. He could feel the slick tip of Wesley's erection rubbing over his abdomen with every movement of their hips, and he snaked a hand between them to grip it. With hands, lips, and cock he attempted to drive every painful thought out of Wesley's mind, at least for a little while.

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Spike's tongue flicked over Wesley's lips, his hand on Wesley's cock gripping tightly, squeezing, and Wesley felt a jolt as orgasm became imminent. "Oh God," he gasped against Spike's mouth, kissing him again.

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Spike could feel his body coiling with anticipation as Wesley writhed beneath him, and he sped up his thrusts, moving his hand in the same relentless rhythm. "Let go, Wes," he said.

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It was like lightning in a storm cloud, poised to strike, waiting for the most opportune moment to split the air and run to ground. Wesley tensed, trembled... and came, crying out loudly but unaware of it, aware only that it felt like he was shattering into little pieces and that he didn't care.

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Spike would have liked to have been able to appreciate the range of expressions that flashed across Wesley's face as his body arched and shuddered through its orgasm, but the sudden clenching of muscles around him and the sound of Wesley giving in to his release were too much for Spike to handle. He thrust once, twice, three times more into the quaking body beneath him before his own orgasm flared hotter than the flames that had devoured him and surged out of him in a glorious rush. Spike gasped Wesley's name and caught himself on his elbows to keep from crushing him. He closed his eyes and tried to stop himself from shaking.

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Wesley left his hand where it was on Spike's back, running his thumb gently back and forth over one vertebra in what he hoped was a comforting, soothing gesture. It was also, not surprisingly, about all he was capable of in that moment. He was soaked with perspiration, they were both sticky and damp, and he couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so at peace.

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"Was that..." Spike swallowed, surprised to hear his voice still so rough with passion. "Was that what you wanted, then?" he asked, lifting his gaze from Wesley's chest to his face. He couldn't think about how different it had felt for him. He couldn't think what having a soul meant for the pleasures of the flesh. Not yet.

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As part of his answer, Wesley slid his hand into Spike's hair and pulled him down for a much gentler kiss, opening his mouth to Spike's. "Exactly what I wanted," he said, trying to sound sincere against the heavy pull of post-sex lethargy and too much alcohol. He blinked and looked into Spike's eyes, confused by what he saw there. "And you?"

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"You have no idea how much I needed that," Spike said, smiling perhaps a bit wistfully as he kissed him again. He pulled out and away, resting on his side and stroking his hand over Wesley's flushed chest.

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Wesley closed his eyes and made a small hum of contentment at the touch. Part of him would have liked to roll over toward Spike and put an arm around him, but the rest of him was too tired and too cautious to do so. Instead, he reached down and put his hand over Spike's, lacing their fingers together. Sleepily, he murmured, "I'm glad you stayed."

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"I am, too," Spike replied, squeezing Wesley's hand. Relaxed and sated, he idly pondered cleaning Wesley off and tucking him under the covers, but he made no attempt to move. He didn't want to do anything to break this rare moment of peace for them both. Instead he listened to Wesley's breathing and heartbeat slow to their usual rhythms and took pleasure in seeing his expression free from the turmoil that had been plaguing him all evening.

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Sleep was calling softly but insistently, and Wesley wasn't in any position to fight it. "Be here in the morning?" he tried to ask, not sure he was making sense.

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"I'll be here," Spike assured him after he translated Wesley's sleepy mumble into words. He was grateful that a positive response seemed to be what Wesley wanted, though he couldn't shake the nagging worry in his gut about what the morning might bring.

He watched Wesley drift into sleep and lay beside him for a long while, his hand rising and falling with the comforting motion of Wesley's chest. When he was certain that moving wouldn't wake him, Spike untangled their fingers and slipped off of the bed. It was still early for him, and the busyness of his thoughts over-rode the relaxation of his body. He pulled a blanket over Wesley, closed the closet door, and turned off the lights. Stepping into his jeans before flopping onto the couch in the living room, he put his arms behind his head and contemplated the ceiling, Wesley's memories, and the state of his unlife.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/9194.html).