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Nari

It was fascinating really.
Just watching.
That tiny frown of concentration. The glean in his
eyes when he�d finally hit his eureka moment, no longer hidden by glasses. He wore contacts now, the glasses got in the
way of fighting. And really, who would
want to cover those up? There's hidden
power in those eyes. Hidden hurts and
hidden torture. Plus they're just really
fucking sexy. Too bad just watching is
all I could do.

He didn�t even notice me there. In the shadows in the
corner of his room. Watching. Watching as
he ran a finger over the parchment in something that almost resembled a lovers caress.
Watching as his lips moved to a language that no one else knew. Watching because I couldn�t
do anything else. And you noticed
a lot of things when you just sit back and watched.

Like the way he sagged slightly when he thought no one was
looking. Closed his
eyes for a brief moment as if to regroup himself. Cried when no one noticed
him struggling and offered to help.

He was sagging now. Falling asleep over his desk from another hard nights work. Something that seemed to
happen a lot. His eyes closed and
soon it was deep breaths and steady pulse.
He slumped completely. Safe to come out of the shadows then.

I leant over the desk to see what he was translating. Hell if I could make sense of it though. I knew a lot of demon languages but this wasn�t one of them.
Something extinct. Our boy Wes knew it though. There didn�t seem to be much he didn�t.

He stirred slightly, probably vaguely sensing me there. Didn�t wake up though. He needed the sleep. Was gonna have a hell of a sore neck in the
morning. Should
probably wake him so he could at least move to the couch, if not back to his
flat. But watching him like this
was far too enticing.

If watching was good then touching must be even better,
right? I reached a hand out without even
thinking and watched as it glided through his hair. Right into his head. Fuck.
Took a breath and tried again. Concentrated. Smooth feeling of hair under my fingers. Could use a wash. Rough feeling of day old
stubble. So
good. Touch.

Too much though and he jerked slightly. Years of living dangerously had him attacking
before he really knew what was going on.
A hand shot out to grab a letter opener and stab at me. Through me. He stumbled and turned around to look at me
in surprise.

"...Spike?"
Quiet voice.
Even vampire hearing had to struggle a bit to pick it up. Sleepy confusion. "What are you doing here?" Stronger, louder now he was waking up
properly. Still more quiet than most people's though.

I shrugged dismissively.
Acted like I wasn't doing anything, certainly not
standing in the corner watching. "Got bored. Not much doing when you're a ghost."

A shrewd look and this man saw more than he should. "That doesn't explain what you're doing
in here."

I smirked. "Just passing through." So said I walked through him and out of his
office. Could picture
his look of astonishment and smirk a bit more to myself. Sometimes it could be kinda fun to not be in
the world.

#

It's odd really. I
could feel him watching. Caught him out of the corner of my eye sometimes. By the time I turned to face him though he
was already gone. Through
a wall, lost in a crowd of lawyers.
Or maybe he wasn't there at all and I'm being paranoid. But no, he was there. Probably amusing himself
at my expense.

Surprisingly though it didn�t bother me like it should. I knew he couldn�t touch me, therefore he couldn�t
hurt me. So I thought anyway. I'm no fool.
He wasn't just 'passing through'.
He was watching me again. The
look on his face when I woke up... He was watching.

Although what else is he going to do, I suppose. To be removed from the world like that. Unable to live your own life... Or unlife. Perhaps it's easier to bear if you live
through others. Watch them. Learn them.
Delve into their problems because yours are inconsequential.

That raised the question of why me? Why not Angel? They have the history. Of course that could be the problem. History. Certainly not a good one. They remind each other of what they used to
be. But there were others. Gunn, Fred.
Did he watch them like this? Or
am I the only one privy to this... fascination?

Which brings me back to the question of why? This may have been bothering me more than I'd
thought. Unnerving. To have someone, especially
someone like Spike, watching you.
I knew he wouldn�t harm me. But
what exactly was he seeing? Hidden
secrets and pain? Or just something with
a pretty face?

Cool fingers gliding over skin. I remember it before instinct took over. I knew that he could touch if he concentrated
hard enough. That must be all he wanted
then. Though I suppose there's only one
way to find out for sure.

#

Obviously I was dreaming.
Although this isn't even something that my dreams
would be crazy enough to come up with.

I knew Wesley had noticed my watching over the last
week. Suspicious looks had turned to
contemplative ones. He was hatching an
idea. Thought it would be one to stop me
from haunting him. If that's true then
this was really not the way to go about it.
Least it confirmed he knew.

Pale skin in the moonlight. Long limbs on dark sheets. Smoky gray eyes looking up
at me as I stood in the room. Frozen with the shock of it all. His lips twitched towards a smile. One long fingered hand is wrapped around a
semi-erect cock, casually stroking himself to full hardness. His lips twitch again as I gape. Stare openly.

"Is this what you wanted?" Low voice punctuated by a slow glide of his
hand.

I could only nod dumbly.
Never mind the fact it wasn�t the truth.
Not entirely anyway. I did want
this.

His smirk turned slightly wicked. "But you can't have it can you?"

I blinked at him. His
hand made another slow stroke, thumb sweeping over the head almost
casually. Teasing. Little bastard.

"Does it satisfy you to simply watch?" He sounded curious. How the hell he could keep with the
conversation when he was -? Christ. Another
slow stroke along his length, thumb flicking the head. He hissed in a breath
between his teeth. And I just stared
dumbly. Looked back up
to his face to find his amused gaze back on me. "Well?"

I swallowed. Tried to
act uncaring but I'm sure it didn�t work.
"It's a start."

#

I almost felt sorry for him.
Standing there, nearly gaping, as I worked my now hard cock. Him unable to touch. But he could still see it, smell it. I wondered if he felt anything himself. Let my gaze slip down to the front of his
jeans and saw the bulge there. My breath
caught slightly and I just barely heard him whimper in response.

It may have been cruel but if this was the only way to
get... Whatever it was out of his system then so be it. By giving him what he wanted hopefully he'd
go away. Leave me to some peace.

And I can�t exactly say that this was the most horrible
experience.

I stroked my hand over my cock again, tightening the grip
slightly, hips rising to thrust up. My other hand slide over
my chest, lightly dragging nails, pressing the thumbnail into a nipple. Teasing. Both myself and Spike.

My gaze never wavered from his. Eyes locked on his as he watched. His unnecessary breath quickened and he took
an aborted step towards the bed. He's
followed me home to my apartment. Like a
puppy following it's owner. The thought
made me smirk. I was enjoying this more
than I should.

My fingers rolled and pinched my nipples, making me gasp and
arch slightly. My eyes closed briefly at
the feeling. They snapped open though at
the sudden feeling of a cool finger pressed against my neglected nipple.

Spike stood over the bed now, look of concentration on his
face as he glided the finger across my nipple and down my chest, making me
moan.

#

I had to touch him.
Watching him like that. Touching
himself with me there, obviously getting off on it. His cock starting to leak
as he stroked it.

Wanted to do so much more than touch him. Wanted to taste him, take that gorgeous
fucking cock into my mouth and suck him until he screamed. Oh yeah, I'd make this boy scream.

My finger slid across that hard little nub. Down his chest with only a
whisper of pressure. Not
enough. I wanted to drag my nails across
his chest, trace those slim abs, grip his dick and
fist him until he was arching off the bed with the pleasure of it.

I moaned. Heard Wes moan in response.
Felt it rumble through the slight contact.

My eyes were glued to my finger. Watching with fascination as it glided over
hot skin that was becoming sweat slick.
Glancing at Wes' face, I could see he was just as enraptured.

The hand on his cock had slowed to a near stop. Attention obviously focused elsewhere as I
ran the finger into the wiry curls at the base.

Fuck yes.

"...Spike."
Softest of moans from Wes as he said my name. Enough to cause a stab of
arousal to shoot through me.

Enough to cause me to lose my concentration and let my
finger slip straight into his aching cock.

A growl escaped my lips, frustrated that I couldn�t do such
a bloody simply thing. The same time a
slightly strangled yelp came from Wes. I
looked up to his face, only to see his eyes were closed and his head thrown
back in pleasure.

I raised an eyebrow. Glanced down at my fingers still halfway through his dick. Smirked and wiggled them slightly. Was rewarded with a gasp
and Wes lifting his hips helplessly.

"God... Spike. That
feels..."

Obviously pretty fucking good. I grinned.

#

Dear God.

It had always... tingled slightly when Spike passed through
me but this...

Like Spike was touching me in places that no one else could
reach. Had reached. Causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through
my groin and up my spine. Making me
groan and writhe on the bed as Spike's finger ran from the base of my now
leaking erection to the tip. Swirled a finger around the head.

I forced my eyes open to gaze up at Spike. He was watching his hand with amusement. His gaze flicked up and caught mine after a
brief moment though. Heavy lidded with
lust, pupils dilated. Flicker of gold in
the lust darkened blue.

His hand made a fist.
Mimicked the actions of stroking me. Electricity shot through my body. Made me groan. It seemed only fair that Spike should get some
back. I only hoped it would work.

I reached a hand out and just brushed my fingers over -
through - the from of his, at the moment, too tight
jeans. Watched his
face to see the reaction. Saw as
his eyes widened, hips thrusting forward seeking more. My fingers sunk deeper. I could see his shudder.

"...Can you... get off." Making a complete sentence was far too hard a
task at the moment. He turned a smirk on
me, amusement clearly in his eyes. I
elaborated. "Your
clothes."

Understanding dawned.
The expression of aroused amusement turned to curiosity. He nodded though. The hand that had been 'stroking' me stilled
as he closed his eyes in concentration.

#

His hand touching me was like sparks shooting straight into
my prick. Good to know that this
apparently worked both ways. Shutting my
eyes briefly I took a moment to concentrate.
Learned awhile ago that if I willed it about myself it
generally happened. Willing myself naked was easy and the clothes vanished.

Opening my eyes again I could see that the lust in Wes� eyes
had only increased. Smirking I figured
that it was the perfect opportunity to get him back for the merciless
teasing. Caught his eyes and heard the
other man take a sharp intake of breath as I raised a hand and ran it over my
chest. Felt myself
moan as I let a nail drag over my nipple. Nothing gentle there and the added pleasure
of having Wes� eyes watching me only served to drive me towards an edge I
didn�t want to reach yet.

My eyes had closed at the touch and I didn�t even notice
when Wes had gotten up off the bed and stood before me. Not until his hand reached out and ran a
finger into my cock making me thrust my hips forward for more. My eyes snapped open to see his own gazing back at me.
Still darkened with arousal. His hand had closed over my cock, only just
sinking in as he copied what I had done earlier. Pretending to stroke me
though he couldn�t get any real grip.
It still felt fucking perfect.

Be even more perfect if it were real stroking though. If I could will myself to lose my clothes I
should be able to will myself solid. And
to an extent I could. It was harder
though but at the moment I was a little desperate. I wanted to be fucking this boy but I
couldn�t do that if I wasn�t corporeal.

Closing my eyes once more I concentrated. Felt as I became more solid under Wes� hand and heard Wes gasp as
he was suddenly stroking velvet steel in his grip. Felt myself gasp in
response as the ghost sensations from a moment ago became real. I bucked forward into his hand and Wes
tightened the grip in response. Long hard strokes that slicked pre-come over my length.

It wasn�t enough. I
raised a hand to Wes� chest and gave him a good shove back onto the bed. He yelped slightly in surprise but didn�t
argue. Scooted back to the middle and
propped himself up on his elbows, watched me from half lowered eyes. Lord, he was pretty.

A moment to let myself become intangible and gather a bit of
strength and I was crawling onto the bed over him. Sliding up his body until I
could latch my lips onto his throat and suck. Scrapped with my teeth
slightly. He arched his neck for
me, pressed his body up against mine. Wantonly begging for it.

Christ�

#

I doubt I could ever have found words to describe this. Feeling Spike�s lips on my
neck. I know I should have been
more wary � Spike was a vampire after all � but I couldn�t bring myself to
care. Spike wouldn�t bite me
anyways. Not unless I wanted him to and
I have to confess that a part of me did want it. Not that I would ever say that out loud, of
course.

His weight pushed me down, pressed my back into the
mattress. Wasn�t even
going to think about the fact that he was able to do this at all. My attention was far more focused on the fact
that I could feel his hard and leaking cock rubbing up against my belly. I gasped as teeth scrapped over my throat
again. Moaned as his
hand ran down my chest, dragging nails.

�Spike� How-� My question was cut off when he placed
a finger over my lips. Pulled back enough that he could look at me. I could see the concentration in his eyes as
he willed himself to stay corporeal for long enough. It certainly didn�t seem to be diverting any
attention from his task though has his other hand continued down across my
stomach.

Fingers brushed through my pubic hair and I had to close my
eyes again at the sensation. Felt cold
breath on my cheeks as Spike�s lips and teeth descended on my jaw, nipping
their way along it. The fingers at the
base of my cock rubbed slightly. Made me lift my hips to the touch. I was positive I must have looked like a
complete slut to Spike. At the moment I
really didn�t care.

His hand skirted around my aching cock to run over the
insides of my thighs. Pressed my legs
apart so he could nestle himself comfortably between them. I didn�t complain. I was beyond rational thought and only a
complete idiot would have complained at that point.

Instead I let myself fall back onto the bed completely,
wantonly spread my legs for him and thrust my hips up in a demand for
more. He chuckled above me at my display. Leaned down to whisper in
my ear.

�Want me to fuck you, Watcher?�

I bared my teeth slightly at him. �Don�t tease me, Spike.�

#

I grinned at him, took that for a definite yes. Never would have thought the Watcher would be
like this. Expected him to be good,
yeah, but not like this. Almost made me want to roll over and be fucked instead. Wasn�t about to pass up this opportunity
though. There wasn�t likely to be a next
time so I�d take all I could get now.

A hand on his hip encouraged him to roll over as I shifted
my weight off him enough so he actually could.
He didn�t need any more encouraging.
Rolling over and lifting himself up on his hands and knees. Presenting me with a view
of his skinny but definitely not pansy arse. I had to stifle a moan of eagerness. Couldn�t wait to be encased
in that tight heat.

Wes looked over his shoulder at me with a raised
eyebrow. Silently
telling me to get on with it. I
raised an eyebrow back at him.

�Lube?�

The question seemed to catch him off guard and he
frowned. Made him look
rather cute. He nodded then and
gestured with his head to the bathroom.

�In the cabinet.�

Nodding, I got up off the bed. Left Wes kneeling there, waiting for me. Nice thought, that. Took another moment to let myself become
intangible and collect myself as I headed for the bathroom. Perfect opportunity to snoop but what with
Wes waiting back in the bedroom for me I figured it would have to wait. Grabbed the bottle � mostly unused � and
hurried back.

Knelt behind Wes and ran my hands over that perfect
backside. He moaned and pressed back
against them. Turned me on like nothing
else. Having the man
this eager. No way I was going to be able to hold back for long.

I trailed a finger along his backside, idly caressing over the
cheeks a moment before dipping a finger into the valley there and searching out
the tiny pucker. Gently massaging around
the ring of muscle and feeling Wes shudder in response. Felt him push back against the exploring
finger tip and knew he was ready. Eager for it. Had been since I�d stepped into the room.

Cracking open the tube of Slick, I got it over my
fingers. No way I was
going to hurt this boy. Watching him for
so long had brought me too close, made me care too much. Wet fingers went back to his entrance,
pressed lightly.

#

I trembled as I felt his fingers pressing in. Slowly, sweetly stretching. Being ever so careful not
to hurt me. I didn�t want slow
and caring though. This was about sex.
About giving Spike, and myself apparently, what we
wanted. Nothing more.

I pressed back against the finger, forcing it in faster,
deeper. Gasped as Spike
got the hint and drove it home.
Pushed in deep and crooked the finger to press against my inner
walls. Making me moan. I could barely stop myself from begging
openly for more.

Couldn�t stop myself from crying out when the finger was
withdrawn and Spike added a second. Drove them both into me,
still being gentle enough not to hurt me. It was still to close to a semblance of
caring. Caring had no place here.

I pushed back on the fingers again. Wanting, demanding more. �Spike. Now.�

The fingers withdrew once more instantly and I moaned. Closed my eyes and let myself drop to my
elbows. Folded my arms and rested my forehead
against them, gasping out a breath at the feel of Spike�s cool length pressing
against, into me.

#

Fuck. I could never
have imagined how� just outright incredible this could be. Doesn�t matter the dozens of guys I had done
this to before Wes. None of them could
compare. Because I
wanted Wes. Simple
as that. And I wanted him for
more than just a quick fuck.

I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to cherish him like he would some ancient book. I wanted to make him feel cared for. Make him feel good. Make him feel like more than he obviously
thought he was. He was more.

I tried to slow down, tried to ease my way carefully
in. But Wes was pushing back on me,
forcing me deep. Fast. I could feel him tense, hear him hiss. My hands raised to
his hips to hold him, fingers digging in as he still tried to push back. Lord, the things he was doing to me.

�Wes�� Broken voice telling him to stop.

Wes only attempted to grind back on me harder, making me
gasp, making me question who was fucking who.
�Spike.�
His voice was harsh. Warning. Fuck.

Who could possibly hold back against that? Besides if I didn�t do as he said he might
just stop this little� whatever the hell it was, in it�s
tracks. Couldn�t have
that. My hips snapped forward,
burying myself deep in that hot channel.
Making me moan.
Making Wes give a sharp cry of pleasure.

There was no holding back after that.

#

It was over far too quickly yet at the same time not nearly
quick enough.

I didn�t want to savor the moment. This wasn�t going to be some defining point
in my life. But it felt so good� Spike�s
fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises that would last days. The feel of his cock
pistoning inside of me, hitting me flawlessly with every powerful thrust.

Who could want that to stop?

But neither of us were holding back
and when Spike seemed to wrench his fingers loose from my hip and reached
around fist my aching dick... Hard, long
strokes that had me gasping and shuddering and spilling out in hot jets over
Spike�s fist.

Strength left, seemed to spill out
through my cock and had me collapsing onto the bed not caring as Spike
continued to thrust into me. Getting erratic now as I spasmed and
clenched around him. His moans
were getting near constant. Made me want
to push back on him but his hands were back on my hips, keeping me how he
wanted. Making me moan
in answer to his. Definitely making my cock want to take interest again.

But cool fluid was suddenly filling me as Spike pushed himself
deep once more. He froze as he flooded
me and I wished I could see his face.
Knew he must have looked beautiful.

I didn�t turn to look at him though.

#

Wes was still warm under me.
Panting and recovering. Wasn�t
about to be any after sex cuddling though.
Much as I might have wanted it.
Wes, through every action, had made it clear that he didn�t.

But he was warm and solid
under me. I didn�t want to give that
up. This connection
that he had unexpectedly provided me with. Too bad it wasn�t my choice. This was what Wes had been willing to
give. Guess it would have to be
enough.

I shifted and rolled off of him onto my side. Propped my head up on the
my elbow and watched him. Figured
I may as well while I could. And no one
ever looked better.

As he rolled onto his side, he watched me back. Then he frowned in that �I�m thinking about
something now� way and reached a single finger out to run down my chest. I raised an eyebrow and watched. Getting pretty good at
that.

�I hadn�t realized you could touch. Not to this extent.� His tone was inquisitive and he raised his
gaze from his finger back up to my face.
Withdrew his hand and I longed to have the touch back. Didn�t dare reach out to
him now though.

�I can�t. Or I
couldn�t.�

�Then how-�

I cut him off with a cheeky grin. �If I�d known that was all it would take to
get corporeal again I�d have fucked you ages ago.� Wes looked exasperated. I shrugged.
�Guess I just had to want something bad enough.�
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