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Worlds Apart	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
Angel was bored. And he was starting to feel a little suffocated. It wasn�t that he didn�t want to be with Spike all the time, he just didn�t to have to be with Spike all the time. He was a grown man and he should at least be able to go out for some milk on his own instead of waiting for someone to walk him to the store like he was 5 years old.
He was sick of sitting in the apartment all day, alone, allowed out only when he had to work, and even then being escorted from one door to the other.
Besides they hadn�t even seen that Hamilton guy all week. He was probably long gone anyway, and they�d never catch him, and Angel couldn�t live like this forever.
He decided to go out and ignored the little voice in his head, Spike�s voice, telling him that he really shouldn�t and they had to be sure it was safe first. He�d be fine. He would only go to the convenience store on the corner, maybe into the coffee shop for a drink and then straight back.
He tried not to be nervous as he took the elevator down, tried not to look at everyone he walked past on the street with suspicion, tried not to jump when a man accidentally bumped into him in the dairy section.
But by the time he was sitting reading a paper, drinking his tea, watching the world, he had relaxed significantly. He closed the sports section grumbling about hockey scores, and glanced at the clock to realise two hours had passed.
Disappointed that his brief stint of freedom had to come to an end, but excited that Spike would soon be home from work, and anxious that maybe they could do some more of what they done last night, Angel got up from the table and exited the shop.
He was so busy on the walk home thinking happy thoughts about how he had gone out on his own and been fine and Spike was going to have to accept that things were okay, and maybe they could start actually dating, that he didn�t see the figure sneak up behind him and place a hand over his mouth until it was too late.
He smelled a funny smell and the only thing he had time to think about before he lost consciousness was that Spike was going to kill him.
***
�Honey, I�m home!� Spike called out good-naturedly when he got back to his apartment that evening. He was exhausted from the late night and the long day at work but trying not to be since he had two more nights in a row of late night dancing ahead of him.
When he heard no answer he assumed Liam must be having a lie down, so he went to the bedroom to check. It was empty. Spike started to panic, and that panic rose exponentially with each additional room that yielded similar results. When he had searched the entire apartment twice he had to admit that Liam wasn�t there.
He was panicking, sure, but it was a reasonable sort of panic so far so he did the first reasonable thing he could think to do and called Lindsey.
The phone was answered after several rings, and Lindsey didn�t sound really receptive to conversation. �I�m kinda busy here, call back later.�
Lindsey was about to hang up the phone but the tinny shouts of �Wait! Don�t hang up!� from the handset on its way to the cradle stopped him.
Brining the phone back up to his ear he said, annoyed, �Yeah? This better be good.�
�Lindsey, right?� Spike asked, wanting to make sure he was talking to the right person.
Lindsey immediately recognised the accent and chuckled. �Hey stud. What�s up?� The reflexive words were barely out of his mouth before he frowned, wondering why Angel�s new �yeah, right, not a boyfriend� was calling him.
�Have you seen Angel?�
Lindsey�s frown deepened and concern began to fill him. Spike shouldn�t be calling to ask him this. Spike was supposed to know where Angel was; that�s why they were living together! �Not since last night. Why?� he answered, not really sure that he wanted to know the answer.
Spike could sense the tension in the boy�s voice, and wanting him not to worry until there was a good reason, tried to be calm. � �S probably nothing. Just got home and he wasn�t here. Thought he might have gone to see you. Must just be out for a walk or somethin�. No worries.�
Lindsey wasn�t buying it. �Out for a walk? What, is he an idiot? He knows to stay put unless you�re there. He knows not to take chances like that. And if he did need to go out he would have called or left a note or something. Did you see any notes?�
Spike sighed. �Listen, I don�t know where he is, and yeah, I�m worried, and I can tell you are too. But there�s no need to get all worked up just yet. I�ll find him.�
�What can I do?� Lindsey asked with desperation.
�For now, you can just stay put. I�ll call you when I know something.� The uncertain silence on the other end of the line pushed Spike to be uncharacteristically truthful. �Listen Lindsey. I�m not gonna tell you �I know how you must feel� and �there�s nothing to worry about� or any rot. Worry. You should. I don�t have a good feeling here. But Lindsey, I� your friend means a lot to me. And I�m gonna make sure we get him back. From wherever he is.�
After a moment of silence Lindsey answered, �fine. But you call me the second you know anything.�
�Don�t worry mate, I wont hide anything from you,� Spike finished, before hanging up.
Whether he meant to or not, Spike realised that Lindsey might have had a point about Angel leaving a note, so he again set to scanning the apartment. Again he went from room to room, this time searching for something much smaller than a man, and eventually, when he checked the table beside his own bed, underneath a cell phone that wasn�t his, he found a note.
***
Angel came to in a bed. He was slightly fuzzy about whose bed it was and how he�d gotten there but he vaguely remembered that he must be in some sort of trouble. It didn�t take long for the rest to come back. Spike had been right.
Son of a bitch! He was mad at himself for being stupid enough go get into this situation, but really, he was more mad about having to apologise to Spike for disobeying the rules when he saw him again. He had no doubt that he would see him again; if Hamilton wanted him dead he would be by now. And he believed with incredible certainty that Spike would find him.
He blinked against his headache and sat up, realising quickly that one of his wrists had a metal cuff clamped tightly around it. Further investigation revealed a chain running from said cuff to another, tightly secured around a spindle in the headboard. Shit. What if he had to piss?
He directed his attention to the rest of his surroundings. Nice bed. Decent sized room. Nightstand. Dresser. Clean walls. Ensuite bathroom. He grinned as he saw the television with Digital box, but then wasted no time wiping the offending expression off of his face, reminding himself that nothing about this situation was entertaining.
Just as he wasn�t thinking if maybe that television got the away game in San Jose the door opened.
And of course, Hamilton walked in.
�You know, you may want to work on your entrance a little,� Angel advised. �Being all sneaky and quiet? What�s that about? Besides, I totally knew it was gonna be you, so� no points for the element of surprise.�
Marcus didn�t look phased at all. �Hmm. I seemed to have surprised you enough for the day when I came up behind you and knocked you out,� he said grinning smugly. �But if you really want, I�m sure I can come up with something else.�
Angel�s eyes skittered away, uncertain for a moment. This guy was creepy. Still, he couldn�t allow himself to get scared. Spike would find him. Spike loved him, even if he hadn�t said so yet. Angel knew it was true and Angel knew that Spike wouldn�t sit still for a second until he was safe.
Fuelled by the knowledge that Spike would be along any moment to save the day he turned back to Hamilton. �You know, you�re really not that scary. I�d maybe get a tattoo. Or pierce something.�
Marcus merely grinned an evil grin and told him, �I know exactly what you�re thinking. That big brave white knight of yours is going to swoop in here at any moment and rescue you from the evil villain.� Angel gave a sheepish look at his fantasy being caught out and Marcus laughed.
�Well you know what? It�s not gonna happen quite like that.�
�Is this where you get all �Scooby Doo� on me and tell all your evil plans just before one of the good guys stops you?�
�No. This is where I actually deliver some good news. See, I�m planning to let you go.� As Angel�s eyes grew expectantly wide he amended, �for a price.�
�Really? Cause I think I got, like, ten bucks in my wallet. Maybe fourteen if you count the change.�
Hamilton shook his head and said, �Oh, your freedom can�t be bought with money. Not that you could afford it,� he added with a snicker. �It�s a simple exchange, really. Your freedom� for ours.�
It was obvious by his look that Angel didn�t exactly understand what Hamilton was talking about, but that didn�t stop him from saying, �I don�t understand. You�re already free.�
Marcus took the opportunity to move around the room, playing with random items, picking them up, putting them down. �For now. But I�m not stupid. Your good friend officer Anderson and his buddies have been trying to find me all week, and eventually, no matter how much smarter I am, they will. They�ve got the numbers.�
They stared at each other for a moment, Marcus looking deep into Angel�s eyes.
�You don�t know anything do you?� Marcus asked him, Angel�s apparent confusion giving away what he had already suspected. If the kid had actually known anything, he would have squealed long before now, and Marcus realised that his whole plan to get rid of this kid is what had started all this trouble.
The dumbass cops had checked him out, and then left him alone, and it was his own stupid plan, following Angel around, showing up where that damn cop was, that clued him in that Marcus was up to no good. He resisted banging his head against the wall to try to dislodge the stupidity. Instead he smiled, because he had already set a new plan into motion.
�I know you could use a hair cut. And seriously, that shirt? Could you maybe get in a brighter shade of orange?�
Marcus ignored the taunt. �I�ve decided to take out some insurance. I know the cop is sweet on you. I�m not blind. And I know he�ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if he does have to let a low-life like me go free.�
It was ridiculous, Angel knew that. The police would never accept such a deal. It couldn�t possibly become his fault that this scum would be free to poison innocent kids. Spike would figure out what happened and Wesley would be reasonable and they would find him and arrest Hamilton and everything would be good. Except Angel couldn�t help but hope that Spike was at home, pining for him, willing to do whatever it took to get him back.

***
Wesley had just gotten out of the shower and was currently getting dressed for a date with Willow, nowhere fancy, just dinner, but still it didn�t hurt to look his best, when he heard a frantic knock at the door. He left the top few buttons on this shirt undone and his tie loose as he made his way to the door.
A look through the peephole revealed a dishevelled Spike, and Wesley threw the door open saying, �Spike. What�� as he was shoved out of the way, and his partner made his way into the living room.
Spike turned around and waited impatiently for Wes to close the door and join him, and when he was within arm�s reach, shoved the note into his friend�s chest.
Wesley grabbed hold of the sheet of paper and looked at the blond. �Spike, what is-�
�Just read it,� he was cut off.
Wesley did.
Then he looked up at the person he loved most in the world and said, inadequately, �I�m so sorry.�
Spike shook his head. �I don�t want you to be sorry, Wes, I want you to tell me what to do.�
Looking down at the floor sadly, Wesley answered, �We have to call Travers.�
�No, Wes,� Spike said, looking fraught. �No, we can give Hamilton what he wants. We can let them go. We can cover for them, whatever they want. He�s gonna call in 24 hours. Tell me what to do, and we need to do it. We need to get Liam back.�
Wesley�s heart broke at his friends despair, but he knew that wasn�t possible. �Will, listen to me.� He waited until Spike was looking directly at him, attention focused, before he continued. �You know we can�t do that. You know that we do not negotiate with criminals and even if we did there would be no guarantee of them keeping him safe. And would we all really want it on our consciences if they did go free?�
Spike said nothing, just fell to the sofa and buried his head in his hands.
�I�ll call Travers,� Wes told him, moving to pick up the phone.
Spike didn�t know whether to be grateful or angry that Wes decided he didn�t need to hear the conversation and brought the phone into the other room. He sat for several minutes, nervous energy building, until Wesley came back to give him news.
�He took that better than I�d have thought,� Wes told him, trying to say something nice.
�Enough with the fuckin� small talk, Wes. What the fuck is going to happen?�
�Right. Well, I of course had to tell Travers about your, *ahem*, living arrangements, and why, and if you can possibly believe it, he claimed he understood. He also said, with regards to the hostage letter, the same as I. We will not even pretend to bargain.�
Spike�s face contorted in sorrow and Wesley hurried to add, �He is however sending every possible agent he can spare canvassing door to door with Hamilton�s photograph. Lord knows why we haven�t done that sooner, but there it is. Someone is bound to recognise him, and then we�ll be that much closer to finding Liam.�
�Let�s go then,� Spike enthused, standing up.
He was sat back down again by a hand on his shoulder, and looked up with a question on his face. �We�re not going,� Wesley told him, and when he opened his mouth to protest Wes sat down beside him and placed one finger over his lips. �We�re not going. You�re so worked up right now Will, that you would only get in the way. And I�m certainly not leaving you here alone.�
Spike remained still and silent as Wesley removed his finger and the two sat side by side for long minutes.
Finally Wes spoke.
�You�ve been fucking him.�
�No!� Spike protested. �Well� yes. No. Not fucking, but�� He sighed. �Wes, there�s something there. I know I shouldn�t have started it, and I don�t think I did.� He looked confused for a moment but shook it off. �Whatever. I care about him� I� need him. I want him back.�
He wrapped one arm around his friend and let himself be held as the past hour caught up with him and he began to shake. He brought a hand up to cover his eyes as he let a few tears fall, and said clearly, �Wes, I think I��
�Shhh,� Wes picked up where Spike cut out. �Don�t worry my love, we�ll get him back. That�s what we do isn�t it?� he offered with an awkward smile.
Spike let out a nervous laugh. �Yeah. Right. That�s what we do. Only what if we can�t this time?�
Wesley only gripped Spike tighter.
When Spike�s sobs had finished wracking them both he pulled back slowly and stopped in front of Wesley�s face. Wes reached forward with a hand and wiped a few persistent tears from his cheeks, then gripped his face solidly in both hands.
Wesley looked deeply and meaningfully into Spike�s eyes and knew exactly what he needed. He still wasn�t sure if he was willing to give it as he said, �Will�� on a soft breath and ducked his eyes away.
Spike leaned forward and kissed his friend on the cheek softly, and slowly placed kiss after kiss on the face in front of him, until the next one would have them meeting lip to lip � and then Wesley pulled back and said, �Willow.�
�Right, of course.� Spike did actually feel a little bad about his actions. He knew Wes really liked Willow, and he didn�t want to be the cause of Wes fucking that up, and he would never admit it, even under pain of death, but he was jealous. He had always come first with Wesley, and now, when he needed him the most, it was someone else that Wes was thinking of. �Sorry Wes, I� yeah, Willow.�
Wesley almost laughed at Spike. He knew it would be entirely inappropriate, and in very poor taste, so he refrained, instead saying, �No. I only meant that I was to go to dinner with her tonight. I�ll have to call and cancel.�
He got up to do just that and the short respite gave both men a chance to cool off.
When Wes turned from the seat by the window that he was using to place his call and saw the sofa and living room empty, he went down the hall in search of Spike. He found him in his bedroom, as he had so many times before, only this time Spike wasn�t confidently displayed across the sheets, or cheekily tucked underneath them, waggling his eyebrows at Wesley.
He sat on the end of the bed, tear tracks still visible down his face, and looked up at Wesley, lost. �Please?�
Wes knew he couldn�t possibly refuse, but he needed to make sure it was really what Spike needed. He crossed the floor and sat next to him on the bed and said, �Will, I know you�re hurting. I know you�re scared. I know you don�t know which way is up right now, but I also know how you feel about Liam.�
�How can you, Wes, when I don�t even know,� Spike protested.
Wes gave a slight smile and answered, �Yes, you do.�
He watched Spike try to hide his emotions by casting his glance over Wesley�s shoulder, but didn�t let up. �I know how you feel and it�s alright. It doesn�t change how I feel about you. Nothing could,� he added quietly.
�And how�s that Wes?� Spike asked, looking at him, trying to keep his voice steady.
�You know exactly how. God if the situation was anything but what it is�.� he trailed off, knowing that he would answer and it would finally be said out loud for the first time, for the last, but terrified even in the face of these extenuating circumstances.
He gathered his nerve and looked at Spike and took hold of his hands and said, �I love you. I�m in love with you. Every day of my life since we�ve met I�ve been in love with you, and I will be tomorrow, and the day after that. And every day after that for as long as I live. I love you Will. God help me, I love you.�

Spike had known how Wesley felt about him, but was unprepared for the emotionally moving declaration and tears unrelated to Liam�s disappearance welled in his eyes. �Wes. God, Wes, I��
�Don�t Spike. Don�t say anything. I know you don�t feel it for me. I know you can�t. And I�ve been alright with that, mostly. I�ve long ago come to terms with the reality of my feelings.�
Spike nodded. �Yeah. Didn�t think I could feel it at all until� But I do love you. And if you�d asked I�d have tried. Committed. Made it work. I still will if-�
�Will. Don�t be stupid.�
�Wes,� Spike said inching a hand forward to place on his friend�s knee and bending down to finally bring their lips together for the first time that night. The touch could hardly even be called a kiss, it was so light and fleeting, and Spike pulled back continuing, �Make love to me.�
Wesley chased Spike�s mouth across the short distance and captured it, this time pressing lips more firmly to lips, and he had little trouble prying Spike�s lips apart to delve his tongue inside to the moist delicious mouth he�d been wanting.
It wasn�t long before Wesley got control of himself and pulled back. �Will, you don�t really,� he stopped himself when one look deeply into Spike�s eyes told him that yes, he really did.
Wes once again latched their mouths together and the men continued the kiss on through a movement to the horizontal on the bed and the removal of shirts and pants and socks. When they were nearly in the buff, save their boxer shorts, Wes reached up to pull the loose necktie from around his shoulders.
�Don�t,� Spike said, reaching up to stop him. With a shy smile he confessed, �I�ve always kind of had this fantasy��
Wesley was delighted, and he couldn�t help but let it show. �You�ve been fantasizing about me?�
�Yeah. You�d be wearing nothin� but,� he tugged on the tie to illustrate his point. �And then, well then we�d get to the shagging,� Spike finished, not feeling it was the time to divulge too much. On the other hand, when they got Liam back, maybe the three of them could� Okay, that thought was going nowhere useful.
�Well I�d better leave it on then,� Wes agreed with a smirk, quickly knotting it loosely around his neck.
Good humour over for the time being, Spike fell silent again, and Wesley gently nudged him back down onto the bed, climbing over him. Wesley had no problem taking charge, as it was obviously what Spike needed at the moment and continued to relentlessly ravage his mouth and face and neck and chest with soft kisses.
Wes ran a hand down one of Spike�s thighs and when he reached the knee he pushed firmly to the side and up so that Spike�s leg was bent and out of the way for Wes to seat himself between Spike�s legs.
The whole time Wes hadn�t let up on the kissing, but the touch had gone no further. He thought he would explode with the need for more and shifted his hips forward in the tiniest motion to bring their painfully hard cocks together through the thin material of their boxers.
Spike actually cried out and jerked up and Wesley gasped and canted back. They were both so close and he didn�t want this, his one and only chance, to end before it began. He extracted himself from the intimate embrace for as long as it took to rid them both of the dreaded undergarments, and spared a thought for how Will did actually have a point in not wearing them most of the time and then brought their bodies back into contact.
Spike wasn�t used to being the passive partner in a sexual encounter and it was taking a lot out of him to lay back and trust his pleasure to someone else. That that someone else was his Wes certainly helped a lot and before too long he found himself incredibly turned on.
On the first touch of bare cock to bare cock Spike screamed and couldn�t decide if he should push into the contact or pull away from it. It was amazing. He couldn�t help but reach a hand down to envelop the silky smooth skin covering rock hardness and give it a few pumps in time with the music of Wesley�s panting and grunting.
Then he opened his fist wider to incorporate both erections and began to pump them slowly against each other. He heard a vague mumbling and wasn�t certain if it was him or Wes, and didn�t really care as they both seemed to be so in tune with the other that pleasure was shared.
Wesley grabbed Spike�s hand and removed it from their cocks, sure he couldn�t hold out much longer. He sat back and reached into the bedside table for supplies, and paused momentarily, not sure what to collect.
He didn�t usually fuck men, but he had a jar of Vaseline that he used for wanking and a box of condoms that were necessary even for the ladies. He didn�t want the condoms this time. Despite knowing that Spike was with a different partner on an almost weekly basis, he also knew that he always used protection and got tested for STD�s regularly.
Wanting a closeness with Spike that few others had enjoyed he ignored the condoms and reached for the Vaseline making his choice of supplies very clear to Spike. Spike only smiled and pressed back further into the mattress and spread his legs a little wider for Wes to slide in.
As Wes sat there, hand full of jelly, he had a hard time believing what was about to happen. He still wasn�t sure if he should be covering his own cock in the slick and sliding into Spike, or if he should be coating Spike�s and jumping on.
Spike read the indecision in his face and took pity. �I want this, love. Want you inside me.� Wes couldn�t agree more and wasted little time preparing himself and then moving a finger to Spike�s entrance to prepare him.
Wes worked in one finger, then two, and stopped to add more slick before adding a third, but at Spike�s contorted look of pain he stopped. �Will, are you aright?�
�Fine Wes,� Spike gritted out. �Doesn�t hurt so much. Besides, It�s gonna get better, right?�
Wes could scarcely believe what he was hearing. This couldn�t be Spike�s first time, could it? �Will, are you sure you wouldn�t rather-�
�Wes, I said I want this, and I do. Want you to be my first.� Spike closed his eyes and bucked against the fingers and said, �Oh, yeah. Fuck me Wes. Please.�
It would have taken a much stronger man than Wesley to resist a plea like that. He smeared one more dollop of the greasy substance across and into Spike�s hole and then he replaced his fingers with his cock and pressed in gently.
Wesley had only been inside a couple of guys before, and they had both been a while ago, so he wasn�t entirely ready for the delicious tightness that met him. He forced himself to hold back, not wanting to proceed too fast and cause Spike any more pain, and waited until the ring of muscle surrounding him relaxed slightly before pressing in further.
Inch by agonising inch he pushed into the hot, tight channel until he was fully seated, and then he leaned his forehead against Spike�s and the two looked at each other. This one fleeting moment in time was monumental for the both of them and neither could come up with anything appropriate to say.
Eventually Spike broke the spell in his characteristic way by saying, �You just gonna sit there all night beefcake, or you gonna get to the pounding?�
Wes gave an evil smirk, and pulled back and thrust in hard, as if to punish Spike for his cheekiness. Then the idea of punishing Spike caught on and he pulled back and thrust harder and harder and harder as he let go all his frustration and loneliness and feelings of inadequacy at Spikes not loving him like he should.
He opened his eyes and saw Spike looking back at him with an expression of apology, even in the face of Wesley�s mild brutality. � �S alright, Wes. I understand.� Spike told him, and he almost fell apart with the goodness of his friend�s heart.
He slowed and gentled his thrusting and angled himself slightly differently and after two or three pushes Spike�s eyes had shot open and he was panting and reaching and moving his hips like a mad man. �Wes. Holy shit, Wes, why didn�t you tell me? You could have been doin� this to me for years, pet.�
Wes chuckled and worked into the sweet spot a little harder.
�GOD! Okay, I knew it was good, but, fuck, I had no idea.� Spike closed his eyes and enjoyed for a few more strokes. �Unless you�re better at this than most, in which case, we�ll talk later, yeah love? Oh, fuck don�t stop.�
Wesley was unsure how Spike could keep up all that talking during this event, but wasn�t about to discourage him as it was really turning Wes on. But as he heard Spike say from below him, �Oh, Wes, hell yeah, Wes please, fuck me, touch me, grab my cock. Please. I�m so close, just grab me,� he pulled off completely, flopped down on his back and said, �no.�
Spike rose up, incredulous. �What the hell do you mean �no�? And what the hell do you mean leavin� me there? It�s not every day you got this,� he gestured to himself �beggin� ya to shove your dick in a little harder.�
Wes actually did laugh this time at Spikes indignation and allayed his fears. �Don�t worry, Spike. I�m not �leaving you there�. I merely want you to achieve your inevitable orgasm in a different way.�
At Spike�s curious look he clarified, �Climb on. I want you to ride yourself on me. Don�t look at me like I just invented the position, I know you�ve had people do it to you. I want you to work yourself to orgasm with neither of us touching your cock, and I want you to remember, always, that it was me that did this to you.�
Spike hurriedly climbed up, impaled himself, and looked down into Wesley�s eyes to say honestly, �I could never, ever forget this. I�ve been saving myself all these years, even if I didn�t know it, to be touched be you Wes. Been waiting for you to be the one. The one to show me the kind of pleasure I�d never let anyone else.�
And Spike began his up and down motion as Wes gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets and tried not to thrust up. �Wesley. Oh this is nice. Just stay right�there�. Oh yeah! Oh that�s good.� Spike gripped Wesley�s tie in one hand and used it to allow himself a range of motion beyond ninety degrees, and placed his other hand on the bed beside him.
Spike continued to ride his partner with relative silence from them both, Wesley just enjoying the feel of Spike surrounding him, not wanting to think too much about how this would be their only time together.
The pleasure became too much for Spike to handle and he tilted his hips just a little further and grabbed Wes�s tie just a little tighter and sank down just a little harder and said, �fuck, yes, Wes, yes, Wes, Wes, Wes, Wes,�..� and hot jets of sperm shot out of his untouched penis and he looked down, amazed.
He wasn�t amazed about his own ejaculation for long, before he felt a liquid sensation in his own ass and he moved a hand to Wesley�s arm and gripped hard.
The whole situation, from Spike wanting to be intimate to Spike wanting to be taken, to Spike working himself to climax on Wes�s cock, had been a little much. When he saw and smelt and felt the jets of come land across his abdomen he only had to push his hips forward a small amount before he was shooting deep into Spike�s hole.
They cried out together and bucked together and came down together and fell asleep together tangled in a sticky, messy heap of arms and legs and softening cocks.
***
They woke in the morning, still intertwined, neither quite ready to move. They knew that something had changed between them last night and as soon as they left this bed the magic that had enveloped them, made them feel warm and loved and safe in each other, would be gone. And it broke their hearts.
Spike kissed Wesley softly, and tried to deny what he knew. �This doesn�t change anything, Wes.�
Wesley smiled sadly and said, �Yes is does, Spike.�
�No. No, we�re still �us�. I still love you and you still love me and we�re still gonna laugh and play and fight and piss each other off. I�m still gonna keep trying to shag you, and you�re gonna go right back to turnin� me down all the time. I need you. I can�t lose you.� He rained desperate kisses all over Wesley�s face, and gripped his arms hard, trying to force the man to agree.
Wesley moaned and turned into the kisses and forgot about everything for a moment. �Of course we�ll still be �us� and we�ll still love and fight and most of the other things as well. We�ll always be in each other�s lives. You�re not getting rid of me that easily.�
They shared a smile as Wes continued, �But now that we�ve admitted out loud how each of us feels� It changes something. And we can�t take that back. I wouldn�t want to. But this,� he said, gesturing down at the two of them, �can�t happen again. And I fear now that I�m too weak to turn you down if you asked. So you have to stop asking.�
Spike was relieved that things were going to be okay, but unsettled that they were going to be different, if only slightly. �Not sure I can do that, Wes. I mean, what would I say to you if I wasn�t tryin� to get in your pants?� He smiled and tried to duck out of the way as Wesley hit him over the head with a pillow.
Spike laughed and grabbed his own ammunition and an all out pillow fight ensued. It wasn�t long before the pillows were forgotten in favour of hands gripping flesh as they wrestled the other to kneeling positions on the bed. Neither was sure if they were only playing, or if the intention was really to dominate, but it didn�t matter.
They knelt in front of each other, Spikes hands gripping Wesley�s elbows, Wesley�s hands on Spike�s shoulders and they stopped and looked down, only now realising they were both hard. They looked back up to face each other, panting heavily and Spike asked, �Once more?�
�Once more,� Wesley agreed and they clashed together to the bed. Wesley rolled on top of Spike, pushing him down and crawled between his legs, bending his head to Spike�s prick. He heard Spike�s murmurs of pleasure as he took the shaft into his mouth and began to suck.
It tasted delicious. It tasted like Spike. He vaguely wondered if he could somehow copy this flavour and inject it into something else. A lollipop, perhaps? He smiled around the throbbing organ, knowing he was being ridiculous, and got back to the sucking.
Spike watched Wes, cheeks made hollow by the suction accentuating his already much too pretty face, and for a moment thought that this what he wanted, Wes was what he wanted. But he knew it was too late for them. Then Wes took him in deeper, swallowing around his cockhead, and took hold of his sac, rolling his balls across his palm, and he couldn�t think anymore. All he could do was lay back and enjoy.
When Spike started to make those soft little mewls that Wes had learnt yesterday meant that he was close, Wes slowly pulled his head back, letting the cock slide from his mouth with a pop. He picked up the Vaseline from the nightstand and flicked the top off, dipping his fingers in to scoop some up. He put the jar down and brought his hand to his own cock for the application, but Spike stopped him.
Spike touched a hand to Wes�s arm and shook his head. �My turn,� he said and Wes leaned over with delight to wrap his sticky fingers around Spike. He pumped a few times to make sure he was well coated, then grabbed himself another handful of jelly and sprawled back on his bed, legs wide.
Spike�s eye�s got comically wide and he smiled broadly scrambling to sit between his friend�s legs for a better view. He watched Wes suck in a breath as he ghosted his fingers across his own hole, then bite his lip as he worked one finger in slowly, pumping for a while.
Wes added a second finger and closed his eyes against the sensation. He was somewhat shy about being on display like this, touching himself in the most intimate of ways, in front of someone else, but he couldn�t deny that it turned him on. When he added the third finger, crooking them gently to the desired position, he cried out and bucked and felt a warm tongue lick across his weeping slit.
�Just wanted a little taste,� Spike confessed. �Think you�re all ready now, don�t you pet?�
Wesley opened his eyes and removed his hand and offered himself up.
The love making was slow and sweet and when it was over Spike was slightly unnerved. Being with Wes like this was like nothing he had ever experienced before and he felt different now. He didn�t know how to describe it. Open, maybe? Ready? Ready for� something new. He laughed in his own head at the timing. Just as he thought he might want more, Wes had moved on. And so had he. Or maybe he was just high on his second mindblowing orgasm in just a few hours and was thinking crazy.
Spike was still squarely entrenched in Wes�s backside, both men panting, coming down from heaven when the telephone rang. They looked at each other and Spike jumped off and Wes ran to get the phone.
He came back into the room several minutes later, still nude to find Spike wrapped in the bedsheets arms around his knees, looking at him expectantly. �They have a lead.�

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