Spike & Wesley

BEFORE AND AFTER by Vampire Fever NC-17	Panting softly as he rested against the wall, Wes murmured, "Enjoy the show Spike?" Materializing through the glass, Spike's eyes devoured the naked man. "When I'm no longer incorporeal, you're mine. It's only a matter of time, pet." He turned and vanished back through the glass.
OFFICE POLITICS by Vampire Fever NC-17	“Uh huh, and how much you gonna pay me for this ‘help’?” Spike leant back in his chair; his eyes slowly undressing Wes as he moved his gaze leisurely up his body, until their eyes met and heat blazed between them. Wes mirrored Spike’s pose, one shoulder slightly hooked over the back of the chair. “That depends.” “Oh yeah, on what?” “How good a service you will be giving me."
PRESENTS AND PROMISES by Abbie NC-17	"You're corporeal." Wesley tried to stick with what should have fascinated him, the mystery of a ghost made solid, but his mind skittered away from the point, suspiciously in time with the movement of Spike's hand.
PUZZLES by flaming muse PG	The answer was on the tip of his tongue. R-something. Riparian? No, that meant living on or related to a river, which reminded him that he had meant to re-read that Jerome K. Jerome book at some point. Besides, it was too many letters. Rapacious? No, definitely not. "Risible," Spike said, not turning his eyes from the television.
SENSES by Vampire Fever NC-17	But what Spike loved most about watching Wesley, was that Wesley was the only one who watched him back.