Title: Converse
Author: Moonloon
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Website: Amused and Abused
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Wesley woke as soon as the door opened. Pretending to still be asleep, he kept his breathing slow and checked that his right hand was still on his gun, and his left was on his stake. Expecting the worst he was momentarily confused when Connor slipped into the room.

Connor sat down on the bed. "I know you're awake."

"What are you doing here, Connor?"

"I'm not sure yet. Sinning, I think?" Connor pulled of his shirt and lay down. "All the fun things are sinning, or so my fath... he told me. Except the killing. Killing was good. Everything else was sin."

Wes slid further away from the furnace-heat Connor was giving off. "Wonderful, your childhood might have been even worse than mine."

Connor rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. "So now that you don't have anyone telling you what you can't do, do you ever get the urge to just do all the bad stuff?"

"Well," Wes said, cautiously, "my answering that question depends on what 'bad stuff' you were planning on doing."

Wesley tried not to jump when Connor moved impossibly fast, pinning him to the bed. There was a fraction of a second when he feared for his life, then he felt Connor's soft lips tracing his scar. "That's because of me, isn't it?" Connor murmured.

"No, that's thanks to the she-bitch that put it there. Although I should be glad that she wasn't very good with a knife."

Connor managed to wriggle under the blankets and wrapped himself around Wesley. "I'm glad too. This is nice. Do you want to have sex?"