Revelations

Sequel to "A Bit More Time" and "Breathless Kiss

Author:   FieryDemise & AngelSpike69

Pairing:   Angel/Spike

Summary:   Angel and Spike explore second chances, while Doyle and Cordy make a startling discovery.

Spoilers:   None really. Takes place just after the events of "In the Dark" in Season 1 of Angel.  This story goes totally AU after the final scene in the episode.

Warnings:   Nothing that screams out.

Disclaimer:   The guy we refer to as God, Joss Whedon, created them. We just took them out to play.

Distribution:   Loving Angel LJ, Loving Angel Fic Archive, and Soulmates. If you want it, just ask.

Author's Note #1:   We are slowly but surely becoming feedback whores, so please, please, please feed us.

Arthur's Note #2"   This is the third story in our series that started with "A Bit More Time" (http://www.livejournal.com/community/loving_angel_69/19438.html) and continued with "Breathless Kiss" (http://www.livejournal.com/community/loving_angel_69/21781.html).  We want to thank Lori, our 'bookman' for taking the time to read over our story and offering suggestions and grammatical help.  We also want to thank Trish and Tabakat for giving our story a read over and offering suggestions.

Feedback:   FieryDemise (kissket2000@yahoo.com) and AngelSpike69 (marinersgal69@msn.com)

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~Part: 1~

The kiss was slow with no urgency.  Neither of them moved their hands or heads.  They just sat kissing one another.  Then like a light flooding a dark room, a thought flared to life in Angel's head and he realized that he was kissing Spike!

I'm kissing Spike!  And I like it!  He smiled into the kiss and started to move his lips with more enthusiasm, relishing the sensation of Spike's soft lips and cool mouth on his own.  Wondering to himself if Spike still liked having his tongue bitten, Angel gently bit into the flesh and waited for a reaction.

I have Angel's tongue in my mouth!  This can't be happening.  Oh!  Well that's new.  Looks like he's learned a few things since his days as Angelus.   Not as much nipping.  I think I miss that.  Owww, bloody Hell!  The ponce just bit my tongue.  Oh Angel you have no idea what you've started.

Smiling, Spike attacked Angel's tongue gently biting, teasing it with his mouth, then pulling Angel into a deep passionate kiss.  The room was silent except for the sounds of their soft pants and moans.

Oh yeah, he still likes that!  Angel's thoughts were chaotic, unable to settle on what to do next.  He desperately needed to concentrate.  Nervous energy rolled off of him in waves.

I want to touch him but I'm afraid.  But I need to touch him.  Finally, Angel lifted his hand and let it fall resting on Spike's back, only to feel leather. Spike still had on his duster.

Damn, he's like Linus with his blanket.  God, I love Charlie Brown ... Dammit!  Where was I?  Concentrate Angel.  I should remove the duster.  He doesn't seem to mind my hand resting against his back.  Let's see how he reacts to me slipping my hands underneath the duster.  When Spike didn't protest, Angel let the duster fall to the floor.  Slowly Spike relaxed against him.  This encouraged Angel to do more.  He brought his other hand up to grasp Spike behind the head, pulling him closer.

This feels too good.  I could kiss him like this all day and night, Angel thought as he rubbed his thumb along the nape of Spike's neck.  The skin was so soft against his thumb.  Angel imagined how it would feel to run his tongue against the flesh.  Before Angel could talk himself out of doing that, he quickly spun Spike around so that his back was pressed against Angel's chest.  He rubbed his face along the side of Spike's neck, slowly turning as he did to lick the length of the tempting skin.

Spike let out a surprised "Hell" but didn't stop him.  Spike had no intentions of stopping Angel from doing anything he wanted.  Besides, Angel's body felt amazing.  His chest was broad against Spike's back, arms long and strong.  Not to mention how fantastic his hands felt.  Spike thought, I've missed more of Angel than I care to admit.

Sensing Spike's enjoyment, Angel ran his hands up and down the strong bare arms,  smiling when goose bumps sprang to life.  Spike's ear was tantalizingly close to Angel's mouth.  He stuck out his tongue for a quick taste, running it along the rim.  He could feel a shudder run through Spike's body.  Mmmm, I want to make more of those, Angel thought.  He moved his mouth down to snag the soft flesh of Spike's lobe, breathing heavily into his ear.  Spike leaned into the powerful chest, resting his head against the broad shoulder.  His mouth was slightly open, eyes closed, body swaying slightly in Angel's arms.

With each touch, Angel was feeling bolder.  He let his hands explore Spike's stomach, his chest and nipples, never lingering long in one spot.  At the same time he moved his lips from Spike's lobe to nuzzle the side of that tempting mouth.  Spike let out a moan and lifted both hands to wrap around the back of Angel's head.  He needed Angel closer.

He feels so good pressed against me like this, Spike thought.  Angel's kisses were becoming more urgent and sloppy.  Spike could feel Angel's saliva cooling against his lips, only to be quickly replaced with more wet kisses.  Angel's mouth was hungry for every inch of Spike's body.  He moved from kissing the side of Spike's mouth to nuzzling the hollow of his neck. This sent Spike over the edge and he let out a soft growl, digging his nails into Angel's scalp. He grabbed handfuls of thick hair, pulling and stroking the soft locks.  Angel was using flat teeth to run up and down Spike's neck.   He wanted so badly to slip his fangs into the tempting flesh, biting, tasting.  But he held back.  He didn't want Spike to think that this time around would be like before.  Angel wasn't going to use Spike for sex and blood.  He wanted to rediscover the joy this beautiful body could give him. Not take, only give to Spike.  Angel let out a dark chuckle, thinking, unless he wants to me to take from him.

Spike grunted as he suddenly found himself on his back, with Angel pressing him into the sofa.  Now Spike could really feel how excited Angel was.  His erection was pressing hard into Spike's thigh. The feel of Angel's desire pressing against him made his own body spring to life.  Eager hands slid down to cup firm cheeks, pressing all of Angel's weight down to meet Spike's grinding hips.  Each thrust threatened to lift them both from the sofa. Black painted nails ran up and down Angel's broad back desperately trying to claw off his sweater.  Angel was only to happy to oblige, helping Spike remove the sweater.  He immediately tore off Spike's black t-shirt as they continued kissing, bare chests rubbing together, taut, tight nipples brushing against one another, causing both of them to pant unnecessarily. Spike was all hands, moving first from hair to spine and back again.  The silent room was filled with the sounds of their passionate kissing.  Hard pants into eager mouths, the kisses tingling against bruised lips.

Spike felt himself fall, allowing his thoughts to tumble away from him. Pulling his emotions close, Spike wrapped himself in need, but the uncertainty remained.  Spike needed to be absolutely certain that this was what Angel wanted.  He desired more but didn't want to move too fast.  It was obvious Angel's dick wanted him, but what about Angel's heart?  There was only one-way to be sure.  Spike placed a hand against Angel's chest, gently pushing him up.

"Angel, I think we should slow down."

And when did I become a bird?  Slow down!  God, I want him to rip my clothes off and pound me into the floor, Spike raged in his mind.  Angel ignored the weak protest and continued to explore Spike's body.  He stopped to lick and suck Spike's nipples, his mouth closing over the sensitive point, teasing it to life.  His mouth moved back and forth between both nipples, never letting one go long without feeling his tongue.  Before the saliva had time to dry, Angel's mouth was back for more.  It was like making out with the world's oldest teenager, a very experienced teenager.

Forgetting for the moment his earlier concerns, Spike raised his chest to Angel's tongue, growling, "Yeah, ravage me Luv."  Angel went very still. Spike looked down thinking maybe his coarse words were too honest.  Deep brown eyes quickly changing to gold met his stare.  The growl that rumbled from Angel's chest was intense.  Spike found his boots and jeans ripped off before he could think.  Naked.  Spike could feel the cool air on his body for only a second.  Angel quickly dived back in, placing his ravenous mouth to Spike's stomach.  He moaned into the firm abs, tongue snaking out to lick Spike's navel.  Spike was thrashing beneath Angel, hands on his shoulders pushing, then pulling.  He couldn't decide if he wanted Angel to stop and kiss his mouth or move lower and kiss other things.  Angel decided for him. He moved his face down to Spike's crotch pressing into the curly sandy-brown hair, taking in deep breaths of Spike's musky scent.  He suddenly chuckled against the sensitive skin, eliciting a ragged pant from Spike. "Fuck yeah, Angel," his voice catching on the name.

Angel answered with another throaty chuckle, "I see I wasn't the only one relieving tension today."

Of course.  Spike realized too late that Angel could now separate the smell of Spike's cum from his own.  Spike thought of protesting but decided against it.  Instead he rose up on his elbows and said "Yeah, Peaches you looked so good fucking your fist. I decided to join you." That would shut the pompous git up!

Instead Angel answered, "Good. I was fantasizing about fucking you anyway." That silenced Spike!

Smirking, Angel slowly lowered his head back to Spike's crotch, rubbing his face against his swaying erection.  Spike hissed, easing back on the sofa, folding his arms behind his head.  Smiling to himself, he thought, this was going to be fun.

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Cordy and Doyle had decided -- well Cordy did anyway -- they had given Angel long enough to sit brooding in the dark.  It was time to get back to helping the helpless.  Angel could continue brooding tomorrow.  They had gone to get coffee at Edie's, a diner two blocks from the office.  It was a 24-hour spot they had discovered one night after saving a woman from a Mentock demon. Since Angel had opened his office and rid the surrounding area of demons and vampires, the restaurant's clientele had increased.  The few humans stupid enough to try and take up where the demons left off, quickly learned not to bother.  The neighborhood people heard how the unseen and seldom mentioned elements of LA life had begun to disappear once the tall quiet stranger had moved in.  No surprise, Angel had a reputation.  No one was willing to go against him, and for that Edie and the others were damn happy.  Never asking any questions of him, they just accepted that things were better.  Not all the people who lived in LA were demons or corrupt humans.  Like any place, LA was filled with good honest people just trying to survive.

Cordy, Doyle and even Angel, if he wanted, could eat at Edie's free every night.  They never did, always leaving the waitress a sizeable tip.  They rarely came to the diner during the day, so when Cordy and Doyle walked in, Edie was surprised to see them.

"What brings you two in during daylight hours?"

"Just needed to get out, see the day for a change."  Doyle answered.

"Know the feeling.  You guys want the usual?"

Cordy flashed a smile nodding yes, as she followed Doyle to a booth in the back.  Edie walked off calling their order to the chef.  The two of them sat for a few minutes chatting about different things, not once discussing the real reason they were here in the middle of the day.  As usual Cordy broached the topic they both had been avoiding.

"How long do you think it'll take Angel to brood over this?"

"No idea, Princess. You know how Angel can be once his mind is set on something.  The first night I met him, he had it set in his head that he didn't need to befriend the people he saved.  He'd cut himself off from everything and didn't want to connect .  So it could take years for him to get over a not so small thing like Spike torturing him."

"Well thank you Dear Abby. When did you get all deep and philosophical about Angel?  I just wanted to know if you think we'll have to stake him or call Buffy to run him through with a sword again."

At Doyle's look, Cordy warmed to her point.  "You weren't in Sunnydale when the shit hit the fan and Angelus was torturing and maiming. Afraid for my life doesn't begin to describe how terrified I was."

Doyle had heard this tirade before, so when Edie brought the coffee over, he concentrated on putting too much sugar in his.  Once Edie had turned her back, he reached into his jacket, removed a flask and poured a liberal amount of Irish whiskey into the cup as well.  This should take the edge off Cordy's rant.  He sat back and took a big gulp of the coffee, smacking his lips at the taste.  Cordy was still talking a mile a minute about Angelus.

Doyle didn't think they needed to worry about Angelus at the moment.  What concerned him more was Angel's insistent desire to remain removed from everything.  Doyle understood that he couldn't be with Buffy or anyone for that matter, but that wasn't a reason not to have friends, or a life outside of atoning for his sins.  He considered Angel a friend, but did Angel feel the same?  And he knew that as much as Cordy complained, threatening to stake him if he pointed one fang in her direction, she was devoted to Angel and cared for him.  The man had a way of inspiring people to believe in him, even if he didn't always believe in himself.  Angel was special and not only because of the soul. He was loyal; willing to do whatever it took when he was needed.  Angel might like to play dense but he wasn't stupid.  He chose not to see what was going on around him.  Doyle had had a lot of time to think about this.  He was certain Angel believed if he allowed himself to concentrate on something other than his guilt, he might start to want more from life.  He might desire more than just making amends; maybe even begin to live again.  Doyle knew this frightened the man who had already indulged too much as a human and then as a soulless vampire.  If Angel kept everything -especially himself-- under control then he had a chance to be good.  The way he should have been so many centuries ago.  Doyle sighed. What Angel really needed was a good kick in his stubborn ass to set him straight.

Cordy was just starting to wrap up her tirade.  "Have you heard one word I've said?"

"Yeah, Sunnydale, Angelus stalking, maiming, fear for your life, ruined a good pair of shoes.  Did I miss anything?"

She flashed a toothy smile, reaching over to smack him on the arm.  At the same time Edie was bringing over their order of home fries, eggs over easy, toast and sausage for Doyle, and an egg white omelet, wheat toast and orange juice for Cordy.  Doyle suddenly slumped forward in his seat, eyes flashing with dull pain.  His arm shot out, knocking into Edie causing her to spill their food all over the table.  The sound of glass crashing to the floor and Doyle's ragged gasps for breath filled the diner.  Cordy mumbled 'seizures' as she slipped past a concerned Edie.  In seconds she was sitting next to Doyle.

She mouthed vision?  Doyle nodded slowly.  She whispered so Edie wouldn't hear.  "What did you see?"

"Angel in danger."  He stopped, eyes slowly trying to focus.  He shook his head as if to clear the vision and then, looking into Cordy's concerned brown eyes continued.  "Angel's in danger. Spike didn't leave LA."

"What?!"  Cordy screeched a little too loudly. "Are you sure it was Spike in your vision?  You know, blonde haired, leather wearing, Billy Idol wanna be?"

Doyle nodded again while reaching for his flask of whiskey.  He unscrewed the top and took a long drag of the amber liquid, wincing a bit at the burn as it went down.

"Did anyone check to make sure Spike left town once Marcus was taken care of?"  Doyle asked.

"I thought you or Angel did when you two disappeared after we returned to the office."  Cordy said with a shocked, worried look on her face.

"I didn't, and I don't think Angel did either.  We were up on the roof having ourselves a bit of a chat.  I just assumed that Angel would have known if Spike was still in town, you know with that sense vampires have for each other.  So I figured that since he didn't mention anything, Spike was gone, never to grace our door again."

In a very worried tone, Cordy whispered, "Doyle, we have to get back to the office and warn Angel.  What if Spike has returned and has tried to get to Angel again?  What if that creep is just so pissed, he stakes him or something?"

"Come on Doyle, let's go." Cordy stood, reaching down to help Doyle stand. He took her hand and was soon standing, though a bit wobbly.

"I'll be okay, princess. Just give me a minute to get my bearings . Okay, let's go!"

Edie looked back at the pair just in time to see them racing out of the diner.

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Standing in front of the office building, out of breath from running the entire two blocks back to the office, Cordy looked at Doyle, bent over trying to catch his breath.

"So what's the plan here?  Cordy asked.  "Do we just rush in, or go in quietly?  We don't know if Spike is actually here, or if what you saw was just a bulletin letting us know that he's still in town."

"I don't know. Maybe we should just walk in and see what's what."

"Okay, Doyle you go first, and I'll follow.  But just in case Spike is in there, let's be quiet okay.  No need to startle a pissed off vampire."

Doyle reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly, inching the door open bit by bit.  Before the door was fully opened, he looked in and found the reception area empty.  He turned around to Cordy and indicated that so far the coast was clear.

"Well at least everything's in its place."  Cordy whispered.  "I don't see a pile of dust, so maybe Angel's okay."

"Let's check Angel's office."  Doyle said to Cordy.  "He could be in there."

Cautiously, they both walked to the open door of Angel's office.  Looking in, it was the same as the reception area.  Nothing out of the ordinary. Doyle and Cordy looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit.

Just then, they heard a muffled noise.  Cordy looked at Doyle, with a terrified expression on her face.  She grabbed his arm tightly.  "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Doyle asked, wincing slightly at the pressure Cordy was using. Who knew the girl could squeeze like that.

"I heard something.  It was kinda muffled, but it sounded like it came from downstairs.  Oh God Doyle!  What if we're too late, and Spike has already been here?  What if Angel's downstairs hurt?"

"Calm down, princess.  Let's not get too worked up here.  It could be nothing.  No sense in panicking unless the situation calls for panicking." Doyle responded, trying to pry Cordy's fingers from his arm.

"Okay, you're right."  Cordy replied, attempting to take some deep, calming breaths.  "Angel could just be down there working.  Maybe he just dropped something.  It's nothing. Angel's fine.  Everything is fine.  Nothing to worry about."

"Come on, let's head downstairs. When Cordy hesitated, Doyle noticed her heading over to her desk.  "What are you doing?"

"Well, we can think all is fine, but I'm not taking any chances.  Spike could be down there, and I'm not going in unprepared."  Cordy opened the top drawer of her desk, pulling out two stakes and a jar of holy water. "Just in case of an emergency."

Doyle nodded, grabbed a stake and held out his hand to her.  She grasped it tightly as they headed to the stairs.  Before starting down, he glanced over to Cordy and noticed the concerned look in her eyes.

"Don't worry, princess.  If Spike's down there, we'll take are of it, okay? I'm sure Angel is fine and he's more than capable of taking care of himself against the blonde menace."

"But Spike tricked him before.  What's to say he didn't this time?  I mean, Angel has been kinda out of it since the torture incident.  What if Spike was able to catch Angel unawares again?  Angel almost didn't make it last time.  Doyle, we can't let anything happen to Angel.  We just can't!"

Doyle took one of the stakes she offered and put his fingers to his lips, indicating that she should be quiet.  He began to tread softly down the stairs, avoiding the steps that creaked.  Cordy followed close on his heels.

Suddenly the half-demon stopped gasping, "What the hell." as the image of Angel on top of a very naked Spike filled his brain.  Pushing him aside, Cordy ran down the rest of the stairs and dropped everything in her hands. Together they stared in stunned silence at Angel and Spike locked in a tight embrace.  Completely lost in their passion, bodies grinding wildly against each other, the vampires never suspected that they had an audience.  That is until someone let out a piercing scream.

~Part: 2~

"Angel!  What in hell are you doing man?  Have ye lost your mind?"

"That's Spike ... you're kissing a naked Sp-no . no, don't get up ... ughh . Angel please!"

"Get the stake, he's lost his soul again!  Doyle don't stop me, he's Angelus!"

"You guys don't understand ... I'm not evil . Cordy wait . come back ... I can explain."

"Bugger that Angel!  Let the bint and the Mick leave."

"Not helping Spike!"

And it went on like that for the next 20 minutes.  No one was listening, lots of screaming, and plenty of name-calling.  After scrambling off of Spike onto the floor, Angel finally managed to stand and usher Cordy and Doyle up the stairs.  Cordy wouldn't look at him and Doyle couldn't stop.  Angel promised that he would explain, but first he needed to get himself together.  Once they realized that Angel was indeed himself, soul still intact, Cordy and Doyle warily went upstairs to wait for him.

Angel walked back to the bedroom where he had unceremoniously shoved Spike in the confusion.  He walked in to find Spike lying on his stomach, legs curled up in the air, flipping through a magazine, still naked.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Angel said in a tense voice "Spike, please put some clothes on."

Spike turned over on his side to stare at Angel.  "Why?  We're alone now.  Thought we could finish..."  For a moment Spike thought Angel was going to put his fist through the wall, he was coiled so tight.  But just like that, the anger flooded out of him and he sagged looking tired and worn.  He staggered to the high-back chair in the corner letting his body drop heavily into the seat.  He sat with his head resting against the back, large hands covering his face.  As Spike looked closer, he could see Angel was shaking.

Spike absorbed this without saying a word.  He knew from experience that Angel would talk when he wanted and not a minute before.  So he just lounged on the bed, thinking about what had just happened, trying not to look too smug.  How he saw it, this was hysterical.  Old Angel, practically caught with his pants down ... makes me heart proud.  He definitely needs to loosen up.  Wonder how he's going to get out of this one?  Not even Angelus could talk his way out of a scrape like this.

Spike realized he must have been smiling while enjoying his thoughts because he looked up to see a cloud of dark rage on Angel's face.  Not wanting to make the situation any worse, Spike sat up looking for his jeans that Angel had thrown in the bedroom with him.  He wasn't going to wait for the rage to spill over scalding him.  Spike would remove himself from the situation before things really got out of hand.  Go for a walk, have a smoke.

Angel silently watched him looking for his discarded clothes.  Sighing heavily he said, "Spike I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it ... but you don't have to do this."

At Spike's look, Angel went on to explain, "Look, I know things are crazy at the moment, but I don't want you to go.  Did you hear me, I don't want you to leave?"

"Just stay in the bedroom while I go talk to them.  Okay?"  Angel sat waiting.  Just once it would be nice for Spike to actually listen to him.  Just once.

As usual Spike did the unexpected, surprising Angel.  Of course Angel hadn't exactly responded the way Spike thought he would either.  It was obvious they were both working from a different script than before.  Spike stopped his aimless search for his jeans, stood up and walked over to Angel.

For a long time he just stood there looking at Angel, contemplating something in his head.  Having made up his mind, he reached down to take Angel's chin in his hand.  Spike lifted Angel's beautiful face so he would look at him.  He wanted Angel to see.  Shyly, Angel lifted warm brown eyes to see sky blue ones smiling at him.  They lived a lifetime in the moment their eyes met.  So much was said.  Angel, coming to the same conclusion as Spike, slowly nodded, agreeing with his unspoken words.

He sat back, pulling Spike into his lap.  There was no stiffness, no uncomfortable hush, just the two of them sitting quietly together.  Angel's face lay cool against the intimate space between jaw and collarbone.  Spike's chin resting on top of Angel's head, his arm curled possessively around his neck.  He pulled Angel into a one-armed embrace, planting small kisses along his brow, nose and cheeks.  With his thumb rubbing the side of Angel's face, Spike said, "Look peaches, I'm not the type to hide in a bedroom while you go out and make excuses for us.  We didn't do anything wrong and you need to believe that.  I'm willing to wait here for you, if that's what you truly want.  But Angel, all you have to do is ask and we'll go talk to Cordy and Doyle together.  Trust me I don't want to leave.  I was going for a smoke; let you and your lot calm down a bit, that's all.  They may scare you, but no fear on this end.  I'm the Big Bad remember?"  At that they glanced at one another and started to laugh.

The laughter helped.  Angel was starting to relax, Spike hoped enough to face his friends.  After calming down, Angel pressed a quick kiss to Spike's lips and said, "Please, come with me to talk to Cordy and Doyle."  With a smile on his face Spike kissed back a yes.  Satisfied with the answer, Angel tapped Spike on his thigh, to stand and get dressed.  Spike stood, retrieved his jeans and t-shirt from the corner, and put them on.  Angel let out one final sigh, ran his hands through his hair and walked up the stairs to face his friends.

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"What do you think they're doing down there?"  Cordy glanced to the stairs.

"After what we just witnessed, I don't even want to think about it."  Doyle answered.

"It wasn't all that bad.  When I saw blonde, I immediately thought uh-oh Buffy.  Here comes Angelus again!  Realizing it was Spike wasn't much better but at least it wasn't her."

Doyle looked at Cordy, incredulously. "You're kidding me, right?  Spike was the last person I expected to see.  Who knew Angel had a sense of humor?"

"Whatever.  I'm going to listen at the door."  Cordy started off in the direction of the stairs.  Doyle grabbed her arm.

"No you're not, they'll hear us - I mean you."

"Maybe they're getting groiny again and won't hear us."

"Princess, please!  I can't get the image of a naked Spike out of my head as is."

"Enjoyed that did ya?"

Doyle spun around to find Angel and Spike standing behind him.  He hadn't heard them approach and Cordy hadn't seen fit to warn him.  He shot her a dirty look.  Cordy just stuck out her tongue.  Before the two of them could start arguing, Angel cleared his throat to speak.

"Cordy . Doyle before I say anything else, I want the two of you to meet Spike.  Cordy don't interrupt, I'm aware you've already "met" Spike, but he wasn't with me then."

"No, I seem to remember you were hanging in chains, while we were scared shitless!"

"Sounds about right to me."  Spike interjected.

"Spike."  Angel warned

"Angel." Spike answered.

"Do the two of you need to be alone?"  Cordy asked tartly.

"No.  The point I'm trying to make is that Spike is with me now and he'll be coming to visit a lot . sometimes."  Angel stopped, looking at Spike confused.  "We didn't exactly discuss if you would actually live with me.  Are you?"

"And, I say again, do you two need to be alone?"  Cordy interrupted.

"Shut up!"  Three male voices yelled in unison.

This seemed to break the tension and Doyle went into his pocket, pulling out his never-ending supply of Irish whisky.  Angel silently went and got glasses, setting them down on Cordy's desk.  They gathered around, while Doyle poured a generous amount into Angel's and Spike's glasses, showing surprise when Cordy offered her glass as well.

"What?  I can't want a drink after seeing Angel grinding Spike into the sofa.  Please.  And what by the way was that all about?  We thought you were still pining for Buffy."  Cordy turned to Angel not missing a beat.

Spike smiled into his glass, he liked Cordy.  She was coarse and rude, but smart and fearless.  She'd have made a fabulous vampire.  Although probably have to stake the bint for talking too much.  Imagine an eternity listening to that?  Spike thought.  Better still, imagine Angelus listening to Cordy prattle on.  Now that would have been something to see!  Spike laughed out loud at the sudden image of Cordy bound and gagged for days ... without food.

Everyone turned to look at him.  He just chuckled and polished off his drink.

Silent all this time, Angel began to answer Cordy's questions.  "I still love Buffy, that hasn't changed.  But I left her so she could have a chance at a normal life.  I'm not a normal life."  At the mention of 'normal life,' Spike rolled his eyes, and lit up a cigarette.  "As I've been recently informed ." he looked at Spike, "she's moved on with her life.  "I thought ." he hesitated for a moment, "that I would try and do the same."

"With Spike?"  Doyle had been very quiet up until this point.

"What's it to you, mate?"  Spike squinted through the smoke.

Angel turned, ignoring Spike to face his friend, who had come to mean a lot to him in a short period of time.  "Yes, with Spike."  Angel stared frankly at Doyle.  He had no idea how any of this would turn out, but he wasn't backing down.  He all but promised Spike he wouldn't leave him again.  And he most certainly wasn't going to let someone take Spike from him either.  Cordy sat quietly watching the intense war of wills play out.  Spike just puffed on his cigarette, a slight frown on his face.

Doyle could sense Angel's resolve, but someone had to state the obvious.  "Angel, it's good that you want to move on.  Man, I'm all for that.  Who's always telling you to get out and enjoy life?  That's right me.  But Angel, Spike isn't like you . he doesn't have a soul.  Can you be a hundred percent sure that he won't kill again?

"Uh . well you see . we haven't gotten that far yet."  Angel replied sheepishly.

"That's just great . you haven't gotten that far yet."  Cordy  answered sarcastically.

"Exactly how far have you gotten, Angel?"  Doyle asked.  "Wait . I really don't want the answer to that?"  Doyle stuttered, staring pointedly at Angel.

"Well . uh . actually ."Angel stammered.

"As you all saw for yourselves, we had other business to take care of first."  Spike piped in.  "You all interrupted what could have been a perfectly good ."

"Spike, not now!" growled Angel.

"Yes, not now blondie."  echoed Doyle, who really didn't want to hear where Spike was going to go.

Spike had been quiet long enough.  "Look, you Irish git, this is between me and Angel.  Don't concern the two of you."  He was damned if he was going to let everyone have a say about how him and Angel handled this.

"Doesn't concern . doesn't concern us?  It does too concern us.  We are Angel's friends.  Friends look out for and protect each other, which I'm sure you wouldn't understand being the evil, soulless thing that you are!"  Cordy protested.

"Oh, you wound me with your wicked tongue.  Look what you did now; you've hurt my feelings.  I think I'm gonna cry." Spike replied mockingly.  "You're mean.  You better take that back, or I'm gonna tell daddy!"  Spike continued, placing his hand over his dead heart.

Angel couldn't help himself.  He smiled at the situation and the dramatic display Spike was putting on.

"Spike, that's enough.  You aren't helping.  Cool it, okay?"

"But Angel, she said some really mean things about my character, and she hurt my feelings."  Spike just stood there with such a sad look on his face, but Angel could see the twinkle in his eyes, showing how much he was enjoying this.

"Feelings, you can't expect us to believe you actually have feelings.  That's a load of crap and you know it.  I was there, I know all about soulless beings - junior year, you . Angelus . how stupid do you think I am Spike?"  Cordy responded loudly.  "Angel I can't believe that after all he put you through in Sunnydale and here recently, that you're even considering this.  Spike's a predator.  He lives for the hunt, the blood and preying on humans.  What were you thinking?  Or have you been thinking at all?"  Cordy continued.  "And ... and ... since when have you been gay?"

"Cordy, listen to me.  It'll be different now.  It's not going to be how you think.  You have to believe me." Angel pleaded to Cordy, wishing she would just settle down and trust him.  "And I'm not gay!  It's a long, complicated story."

"Believe you?  You expect me to believe that you'll be able to put a leash on him and keep him under control?"

"Leash, no one is putting a leash on me unless .."

"Spike . don't even go there.  I so don't want you to finish that thought."  Doyle pipes in.

"Be serious, Angel.  I don't think the Powers That Be would have sent the vision to Doyle if everything was fine and dandy.  You know you can't trust him.  He's probably playing all nice because he's up to something."

"Vision?"  Angel says.

"Come again, The Powers That what ."

"You got a vision?  About Spike? And you're just now telling me.  What was the vision Doyle?"

"You weren't exactly in a listening kinda mood when we got here."  Cordy sniffed.

"Well, it wasn't much really.  You know how vague they are Angel."

"Well? Come on Doyle, what was the vision about?"

"It was of Spike."

"What was Spike doing?"

"Hey, I'm still in the room."

"Well, nothing really.  I think it was just a warning to let us know that Spike hadn't left town like we thought.  So we came racing over here to warn you, hoping that Spike hadn't shown up yet."

"Look guys, I'm deeply touched by your concern, but I've got a handle on things.  I can control Spike.  He won't be a problem."

"Like you controlled him in Sunnydale, Angel?  Yeah, you did a bang up job there."

"Look, nobody's controlling me, ever." Spike snarled.

"Control him . how exactly do you expect to control an animal like that, Angel?"  Doyle asks.  "You actually think he'll refrain from hunting and killing humans, just because you tell him to?  That he'll drink bottled pig's blood like you do?  If you think that Angel, then I believe you are in for one rude awakening!  What makes you think he'll listen to you?"

"Because I'm his sire."  Angel replied matter of factly.

"You're his what?  Is that like his father?"  Cordy stammered.

"I'm his sire."

"But I thought Drusilla was his sire?"

"Common misconception, but the details aren't important at the moment.  Just know that I can control him and you two have nothing to worry about."

"Oh come on Angel, what's the soul done to your memory?  When have I ever obeyed you?"

"Spike ."

"What?"

"Just shut it up now!"

"No, I'm not going to shut up.  I'm not some fledgling you know.  I'm also not some pet you can leash and teach how to beg and heel.  I'm my own man . person . er, vampire, that is.  Besides, where do you get off "

"Spike, you are not helping the situation.  Let me handle this and we'll discuss it later."

"No, we are going to discuss this here and now.  I'm not going to continue to stand here and listen to things being discussed that concern me and not be able to say anything!"

"Spike, listen to me."

"No, I'm done listening.  You listen.  You tell them not to worry.  You'll take care of it. You can control me.  What do you expect me to do?  Give up who I am.  Not hunt, not feed?  You expect me to drink that swill from a jar?  I don't think so Angel.  I don't have to.  I don't have a soul pinning me down, making me feel guilty about who and what I am.  That's your story."

"See, Angel ."

"Cordy, stay out of it."  Doyle warns as he grabs her arm pulling her out of firing range.

"Spike ."

"No Angel.  You think you can make these decisions concerning me like I just crawled out of the grave.  Well sorry Luv, I've been around the block a time or two and you lost that right when you left me in Romania."

"Why are you bringing this up now?  You know why I left you in Romania.  Spike listen to me, we can make this work.  Just wait and we'll discuss this more later."

"Sorry, Angel.  You know this won't work.  I should've known better.  You won't accept me as I am, and they can't accept me cuz I don't have a 'soul.'

"It's not a dirty word, Spike."  Cordy yells from behind Doyle.

Spike glares at Cordy . growling, face turning, fangs descending.

"See Angel ."  Cordy says, bending over, trying to reach for one of the stakes on the floor.

"Spike, pull the fangs back.  It's not helping the situation any.  In fact, you're probably reinforcing what they're saying."

"Just want to remind them and you that I'm not some cute, little puppy.  You know what I am, Angel.  You're the same.  You just want to forget about that part of yourself."

"Angel is so not like you, fang-face.  He's better than you.  He's good.  He's got a soul.  He helps people."

Spike glares at Cordy again.  "You got a lot to learn, little girl."  "He's still a vampire, pet.  He still needs to drink blood.  You think that just because Angel is all soul-having, all is right with the world.  You and everyone else think you're safe from Angelus.  You think it's only the soul that is holding Angelus in check and that the curse is the only thing that will release him?  You don't know anything.  You all are blind and dumb.  Sure, the soul tempers Angelus, but if he wanted, Angel could let him out to play.  You think that now he's souled, his craving to feed, to drink warm human blood is miraculously gone?  Shit, the pull is always there, you stupid people.  Angel just elects not to give into it that's all.  He controls Angelus with the help of the soul.  Angelus is always there, closer to the surface than you'd like to think.  What you both fail to understand is that the soul only makes him capable of feeling and deciding what is right or wrong.  It doesn't take away what he is, and what he is, pets, is a vampire through and through."

"So endeth Vampirism 101.  Questions?  Comments?"

Angel looks helplessly between Spike and his friends.  This isn't going well at all.  He's not sure what to do now.  It seems like they are at an impasse.

"Look, everyone ."  Angel tries to get their attention. "Hey!"

They all look at him.  "Can we just sit down and continue talking about this?"

"Why Angel?  What's the point.  Seems all you really want is for me to trail after you, panting and wagging my tail like a good little puppy, waiting for you to pat me on the head telling me what a good boy I am.  I'm not going to do that."

"Spike, that isn't what I want."

"What do you want?  Come on Angel, tell me.  Tell them."

"Well, I. I hadn't really given it any real thought.  I mean, Spike ."

"Well Angel, when you 'give it some real thought,' come and find me.  But don't take too long.  I might not still be around."

With that, Spike turns and heads back down to Angel's apartment.  He finds his duster, opens the iron grate, and jumps down into the sewers.

Angel listens until his footsteps fade, then turns to stare at his friends, his face pale with shock and distress. Cordy and Doyle just stand there, not exactly sure what has just happened. Only certain that Angel is now safe and Spike is gone.  Surely that is all that matters.

~Part: 3~

"Okay mister, you've got some major explaining to do."  Cordy said.  "Angel? . Angel? . ANGEL!" Cordy yelled.

"What, Cordy?"  Angel replied impatiently.

"Can you please explain to us just what the hell is going on?  We come back to warn you about the vision Doyle had, and what do we see?  You . on top of a very naked Spike . getting groiny.  Since when did that happen?  You two hate each other!"

"Look, we've been through this already and I'd like nothing more than to sit down with the you both and explain everything, but first I have to talk to Spike.  I need to explain before he gets it in his head to leave."

"And that would be bad because?"  Doyle asked.

"You need to explain to Spike?  What about us Angel?  Cordy demanded.  "Don't you think we deserve an explanation of what we walked in on and what was discussed here just now?"  Cordy continued.  "You can't seriously be considering starting a relationship with Spike.  That's just so . so . hell, I can't even come up with the words, Angel."

"The relationship between Spike and I has always been complicated, and it will take a while to explain.  It's time I don't have at the moment.  Just know this, Spike and I didn't always hate each other.  While it was never smooth sailing, we had our good times..."

A determined Cordy interrupted, "But that wasn't you Angel, was it?  Aren't you talking about when you were Angelus?"

"I told you Cordy, it's complicated.  I really need to go and talk to Spike."  Angel paced the floor, running his hands repeatedly through his hair.  "I promise as soon as I get things settled with Spike and we work out all the details, I'll sit down with both of you and discuss this.  But I can tell you both this . I'm not sure where this is going with Spike, but I intend to find out."

"Angel if you're not sure what you want then how the hell are you going to explain it to Spike?  You weren't doing such a bang up job earlier.  I'm sure there was a reason I got that vision about Spike, and it can't be of the good.  I think you should just let Spike leave."  Doyle suggested.

"I totally agree with Doyle on this Angel."  Cordy added.

"I know you don't understand, in fact I don't think I quite understand it, but I can't let Spike leave.  I want him to stay with me.  He's my childe, but it goes beyond that.  I want more from him than a Sire/Childe relationship, but at this moment I don't know how much more.  One thing I'm certain of is that I want to explore this . I want Spike  I want Spike in my life."

"Angel, you can't be serious!"  Cordy stared at Angel incredulously, not believing what she was hearing.

"What about us, Angel?"  Doyle interjected.  "How safe do you think we'll be with Spike living here?  What about the rest of L.A.?  This so goes against everything you're working towards.  I can't believe you're willing to throw away your chance at redemption for Spike!"

"I'm not throwing anything away, Doyle.  I'll continue to do my job just like before.with yours and Cordy's help.  It's just that I've been doing some thinking lately.  I've been lonely and I didn't know it.  Now I have a second chance with Spike, and I can't waste this opportunity or let anyone get in the way of us being together.  Please try and understand."  This was as close to begging Angel has ever come.  Cordy and Doyle couldn't meet his eyes.

With that said, Angel rushed downstairs, hoping he can catch Spike before he reached the streets.  If I can just get him alone, talk with him, I know we can come to some sort of compromise.  Angel thought to himself.  I guess we should have discussed this before things got so out of hand . so much for hindsight.  I know we can work this out.  We have to.  But how?  Spike's right . I do have to accept him for who and what he is, but he has to accept me as well.  Not just the soul but also the job I've chosen to do.  I need to make him understand that this can work, if not I don't know what I'll do.

Angel entered the sewer, listening for Spike, but hearing nothing.  Suddenly, he picked up on Spike's scent and hurried his steps to catch up to him.

"Spike . Spike, come on, lets talk about this.  I know you're here or close by, I can smell you.  Look, I'm sorry how crazy things got upstairs.  Spike . Spike?  Don't be like this."  The only answer Angel received were his own words echoing back to him

God, he's really gone.  I thought for sure he just came down here to cool off and wait for me.  Shit!  Nothing is going the way I want it to.  Angel heard a noise behind him and realized that Cordy and Doyle had followed him.  I can't deal with this now.

"Angel?"  Cordy and Doyle call after him.

Angel appeared suddenly out of the shadows.  "He's not here.  He's gone."  Angel said sadly, the lines in his jaw tightening.

"Angel, I know you probably don't want to hear this, but maybe it's for the best . Spike's leaving.  Let's go back to the apartment, you'll feel better tomorrow"  Cordy spoke softly, walking back towards the grate.  Once inside the apartment, Angel walked slowly to the couch and sat down, dropping his head into his hands.

Cordy placed her hand on his shoulder, sitting down next to him.  "I know Spike is soulless and evil, but look at it this way . would it have been really fair of you to expect Spike to 'live' like you do when he has no reason to?"

When she got no response from Angel, she looked over at Doyle, mouthing "What now?"

Doyle just shrugs, not knowing what more to do.

Suddenly, Angel stood and grabbed his coat.  "I can't just sit here waiting for something that may not happen, unless I make it happen.  I know you guys don't understand my reasoning, but I'm going out to find Spike and bring him back.  You just have to trust me on this.  I've never let you down before."

They watched Angel leave, trying to find the words to stop him.  Before they could come up with anything to say, Angel was gone.  They look at each other with very worried expressions on their faces.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"God!  What was I thinking?  Should have stuck to my original plan and gone back to Sunnydale.  But do I do that?  Nooooooo . I decide to stick around and cause trouble for me old Sire.  I catch him wanking off in his office . to thoughts of me no less.  Then I let him talk me into staying. . but that's it, no more. should have known better.  Him and that bloody soul of his will never accept me.  What does he expect . me to be like him?  Become a white-hat and help him fight against the forces of evil.  Bugger that!  Just the thought of that ever happening makes me shudder.

I'm the Big Bad!"  Spike yelled out to no one while tramping through the sewers.  "To hell with Angel if he can't accept that.  No way I'm changing what's natural to me, just because what he does is so unnatural - soul or no soul.

Control me?  He actually thinks he can control me?  Where the hell does he get off?  I can't believe he really thinks that he can treat me like he did before he was souled?  I'm a Master Vampire in my own right.  No one controls me, unless I let them.

Angel should concentrate on accepting himself.  He's just like Cordy and Doyle, believing all that crap about Angelus being separate from him.  Come on give me a break!  Thinking that with the soul, he's so different,  Good luck trying to explain the difference to your victims while still wearing your demon face, Angel.  Spike grimaced; old Angel had a lot of learning to do.  Didn't he realize how much better it would be if he learned to work with both sides of himself.  Stop worrying so much and just accept Angelus."

Just then Spike spotted an exit to the street.  He heard Angel calling his name.  God I need a drink, Spike thinks bitterly to himself.  He climbed up the ladder and pushed the manhole cover aside, lifting himself onto the street.  Yeah, a good stiff drink or three, that's what I need.  He didn't recognize the street he was on.  Looking in both directions, he saw a sign for a bar and headed towards it.  "Strange name for a bar," Spike says to himself. "No biggie.  As along as I can get drunk, the name don't matter."  With that, he opened the doors to 'Caritas' and stepped into the demon version of Studio 54!

"Where the hell am I?" Demons surrounded him on every side, with a liberal amount of humans in the mix.  Shape-shifters, fur covered demons, blue demons, girl demons, every kind of demon he could imagine.  No one noticed him enter because everyone was staring at the stage at a sparkly Liberace-looking demon singing.  Only unlike Liberace, he was green.  His voice wasn't bad, Spike thought.  He moved over to the bar, and almost walked away until he spotted the bottles of Jack tucked behind the many colorful ones.  The bartender walked over smiling.  "What'll it be?"

"Jack, leave the bottle mate."  Spike told the bartender.  The bartender placed a shot glass in front of Spike and left the bottle, moving on to the next person.  Spike poured himself a shot and turned to watch the stage.  Mean Green was now singing something that sounded like disco.  Spike shook his head and took another drink.

"Please don't talk about love tonight.  Please don't talk about sweet love."

Spike didn't know the song, but he understood the meaning.  He couldn't take another round of let's-figure-out-what-kind-of-relationship-we-have-now crap!  The Jack was disappearing at an alarming rate.

"Please don't talk about being true and all the trouble we've been through."

"That sonofabitch told me he wouldn't leave again and look what happens at the first sign of trouble?  Course, I was the one who left, but what the hell, he hasn't even found me yet!"

"Action I got so much to give, I want to give it.  I want to get some too."

"If only I could get Angel to understand and feel that passion again.  There's so much I could show him."  Spike was practically bouncing off the stool.  The bartender came over asking him if everything was okay.  Spike ordered another bottle of Jack and told him to sod off.  He wanted to continue his musings.  "Hell, we could tear this town down, together, just like we used to.  But no, that damned soul and his do-right friends would trash that idea to hell."

Spike suddenly spoke out loud, "Maybe I should give the Slayer a call and have her take care of that pesky soul."  He liked the sound of that and let out a loud laugh.  Again "Gino", at least that's what Spike was calling him, came over and asked if everything was okay.  This time Spike told him to piss off, but it came out more like "fiss opp."

He was just about to order another bottle when he heard something that made his hair stand on end -- Angel's voice . very loud . and singing.  "What the hell?  Now I'm hearing him in me head."

"If I could stay then the night would give you up"

Spike shook his head and called "Gino" over for another bottle.  "Gino" looked in Spike's direction and motioned the green skinned demon over.

Wearing a purple suit, matching shoes, and a mint green shirt, the tall horned demon sashayed over with drink in hand.  The shirt was several shades lighter than his skin.  Spike thought he would puke.

"Hmmmm. dangerous.  Are those real?  Cause I mean you could kill somebody with those things."  Spike looked up to see the green demon pointing at his cheekbones.  He closed his eyes, ignoring the question.

"Ah, I see . seems you've already done that, kill I mean -- in the snapped a few necks kinda way."  Spike's eyes remained closed.  "Right then.  Look, sugar plum, you don't need anymore to drink, not good for the waist and judging from the look of yours, you like to keep things tight."  Spike suddenly opened his eyes, blurrily peered at the stage, blinked and stared again.

"Stay then the day would keep its trust"

"Uh, are you okay?  Look like you've seen a ghost."

Spike stood, pushing past the startled demon.  "Look apple rancher, piss off!"

"First time anyone's referred to me as 'apple rancher' . original . I like!"  But Spike wasn't listening; he had moved to stand closer to the stage.

"Stay with the demons you drowned"

The emerald-hued demon turned to see what the attraction was and let out an appreciative "Oooh!"  Two sexy vampires in my club at the same time; must be my lucky night, he cooed to himself.

Angel had followed Spike into the bar and immediately regretted it.  His childe had wasted no time in getting smashed.  Angel had entertained the thought of going over to talk with him, but once he saw how the bottles of Jack were disappearing, he quickly changed his mind.  Instead he ordered a good bottle of Irish whiskey, settled himself at a table in the corner and started to drink, watching Spike polish off bottle after bottle.  Four hours later Spike still hadn't given up his pursuit of alcohol poisoning, not like that could actually happen, so Angel continued to drink as well.  The next day he would wonder how the hell he had ended up on stage.

Spike stood in front of the stage, staring at a very drunk Angel . a very drunk, singing Angel.  The microphone was clutched tightly in his hand and sweat was visible on his brow.  His eyes were frozen on the screen as he tried to follow along to the words of the song.  He looked like the proverbial deer in headlights.  And he was singing a U2 song!  "Bloody fucking hell!  Since when did Angel know U2 songs?  Oh, right Irish, the Mick.figures."

"Stay with the spirit I found Stay and the night would be enough"

Angel wasn't a good singer by any stretch of the imagination, but he managed to keep a slight tune.  The song didn't call for fancy singing, some parts almost spoken in fact.  The audience seemed interested enough.  They sat quietly watching the drama play out.  A handsome vampire earnestly singing, as a pair of seductive eyes absorbed his every move.  Spike stood, his rapt gaze drilling holes into Angel.  He couldn't look away.  The whisky was bringing Angel's body to life.  Creating lithe grace where power once moved.  Lean hips rocked slowly to the beat.  Spike ran his tongue out to moisten dry lips, his eyes crawling the length of Angel's body.  Gotta give him that, he's always had great rhythm.  Spike smiled lasciviously.  That's when deep brown eyes locked and stayed on Spike.

"Three o'clock in the morning It's quiet and there's no one around Just the bang and the clatter as an angel runs to ground"

A hush fell over the crowd as Angel's voice faded.  Then the room erupted in applause, whistles, hisses and catcalls.  Angel shyly ducked his head, realizing he was on stage singing to Spike in front of a room full of strangers.  Maybe tomorrow he would care, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter.  He placed the mike down, never taking his eyes from Spike and headed for the stairs leading to the street.  Spike watched Angel walk two steps, then three.  Before Angel could reach four he sprinted to catch him up.  Leaning into one another, shoulders brushing slightly, they left the bar together.

In a corner tucked far to the back, distant shrewd eyes watched their exit.

~Part: 4~

"So ." Angel said quietly as they stood outside of Caritas in the cool L.A. night.

"Yea ." Spike replied, patting his duster for his cigarettes.  Finding them, he pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit up.

Angel watched Spike intently while he took a few drags of the cigarette, blowing out rings with the smoke.

"Nice place . how'd you find it?"

"Popped out of the sewer and there it was.  Seemed as good a place as any to get royally pissed," Spike answered.

"Not a lot of places like it in the area.  Draws a good crowd from what I saw."  But Angel really didn't pay attention to the crowd.  All he noticed was the blonde that sat at the bar, drinking down whiskey like it was water, but he wasn't going to admit that.

"Uh . Spike . about the singing?

"Don't worry about it, Peaches.  It'll just be our little secret."  Spike replied to Angel with a wink.

Angel smiled and murmured, "Thanks."

"So ." Angel began again.  He wanted to talk, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words.  So much they needed to discuss, but not here on the street, in public.

Spike saw that Angel was grappling for something to say.  If he was truthful with himself, he'd admit that he too was unsure of what to say.

"Spike."

"Angel." they both said simultaneously.  Realizing what just happened, they both laughed.

"You first."

"No, you Angel . after all, you know the saying age before beauty."

Angel chuckled.  "Actually I'm not sure what to say, so why don't you go first."

"Okay, if you insist."

Silence . nothing but silence.  Angel looked at Spike.  He never remembered a time when his boy had been unable to express himself.  Angel started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Then why the bleedin' hell are you laughing?  You ponce."

"Don't know.  Guess I'm a bit drunk . you?"

"Yeah, guess I am.  Sure drank a fair bit back in there.  Wanna walk a bit . clear our heads?"

"Sure, sounds' good . walking is good."

"Angel, you're babbling."  Spike sniggered said.  "Never known you to babble before."

"And that's funny?"

"Well, yeah . it is."  Spike managed to say between laughs.

"So walking . right?"

"Oh yea . right.  Can't stand in the middle of the sidewalk all night.  It'd look strange."

"You are strange, Spike.  Let's go!"

"Which way?"  They both looked left and right.  Angel shrugged his shoulders, "Doesn't matter to me."

"Okay, well I say we go left."

"Why left?"

"Dunno.  Anything exciting if we go right?"

"No, not really."

"Then why'd you bring it up?  I'm going left.  Join me if you want."  With that, Spike turned left and started walking away from Angel.  He felt that Angel wasn't walking with him, so he stopped and looked over his shoulder, "You coming or what, Angel?  Angel . ANGEL!"

"Oh, what?"

"You coming or are you gonna stand there all night doing a good imitation of a light post?  You know how silly you look, standing there staring at God knows what?"

"Okay . Okay.  I'm coming.  My mind just drifted off for a minute."

"So what were you staring at so intently?"

"What?  Oh nothing."  There was no way he was going to tell Spike that he was staring at him walking down the street, watching as his leather duster swirled about his body.  That boy is like a cat when he walks.  Looks like he's on the prowl, even when he's not.  Can't believe how hard it makes me just to watch him.  Angel thought as he brought his coat closer around his body, hiding the erection he suddenly couldn't seem to control.

"Hey mate, you cold or something?"

"No, why?"

"Well, the way you're wrapping that coat around yourself, thought you might be cold," Spike snickered to himself.  He knew full well why Angel was trying to bury himself inside his coat.

"Nope . not cold at all . Come on . let's walk . you're the one who suggested it, unless you've changed your mind?"

"Nope, didn't change my mind.  Let's go."

This time, both Angel and Spike began to walk side by side.  As they continued down the street, Angel asked, "Where are we going?"

"Dunno.  Does it matter?"

"No.  Just wondering."

"So you wanna talk?"

"About what?" Angel asked, but knew where Spike was going with this.

"Well, you know.  What happened after I left?"

"You mean, after you stormed out like a two-year old?"

"Well yeah . HEY!  I'm not a two year old.  I'm over a hundred years old and I had every reason to walk out.  You all were just standing there talking about me and making decisions like I wasn't even in the room."  Spike felt himself getting angry all over again.

"You're right."  Angel said sheepishly.

"Excuse me?  Did you just say I was right?"

"Yes, I did Spike.  I'm going to apologize too."

"You . you're apologizing?  To me?"

"No need to act so surprised, Spike.  I can admit when I'm wrong."

"Since when?  It's not like you've ever done it before."

"I guess you're right.  Well there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"Guess there is.  So how'd it go when it was just you and your friends?"

"Not too good."

"Oh, sorry about that."

"That's okay.  We'll work it out, eventually."

"Yea, guess you will."  Spike fell silent.

"So what now?  We keep walking?"

"I guess, unless you want to do something else?" Spike asked

"Not really.  It's a nice night.  I'd like to continue walking.  You?"

"Yeah.  Sure."

They walked a few more blocks in silence.

"Hey!"  Angel piped up, startling Spike.  "I think there's a park up ahead.  You want to head over to it?  We can sit until we decide what we want to do next."

"Sounds good.  Lead the way."

Within a few minutes, they came upon the park, which was totally deserted at this time of night.

"Let's walk over there," said Angel pointing to some benches on the other side near the trees.

Spike touched Angel's shoulder, then ran off, shouting "Last one there's a rotten egg!"

Angel stood there watching Spike run carefree toward the area he had pointed out, listening to Spike's laughter ringing in the air.

"God, but my boy is a wonder to behold, so carefree and wild.  I remember being like that.  Wish I could be like that now.  Maybe he could help me be that way again."  Angel whispered to himself.

Angel then followed Spike at a slower pace, getting enjoyment from just watching Spike.  By the time he reached his childe, Spike had taken off his duster and was lying on it, lighting a cigarette.

"Care to join me, or are you afraid to get those designer duds of yours dirty?"  Spike laughed.

Angel removed his duster and laid it on the ground next to Spike.  He sat down, drawing his knees up to his chest, and wrapping his arms around his legs.

"Come on, you Ponce!  Relax!"

"I am relaxed."

"You don't look relaxed.  Here, let me show ya."

With that, Spike got up on his hands and knees and crawled over to Angel.  Unwrapping Angel's arms from around his legs Spike pushed him onto his back so he was lying on the ground.  Angel placed his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out, crossing his ankles.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah.  Thanks."

"No prob."

Spike crawled back over to his duster and laid back down.  He tossed his cigarette butt, put his hands behind his head, and stretched out like Angel.

"Angel?"

"Stars are bright tonight . Yeah?"

"You wanna talk about earlier?"

"Not at the moment."

"Oh ... well okay then, later."

Hearing the uncertainty in Spike's voice, Angel continued, "But I will tell you this much  ... I told them that while I wasn't sure as to what was going on, I was definitely sure about one thing."

"What's that?"

"That I wanted you in my life!"  Angel looked over at Spike, smiling.

"Really?  Can't believe they took that very well."

"No, they didn't.  But I made it absolutely clear.  There's still a lot we need to discuss and work out, but we will.  Okay?"

Spike kept silent, chewing on his bottom lip, looking at Angel with hope.

"I promise we'll work something out, and meant what I said earlier . I won't ever leave you again.  Okay?"

"Yeah . okay."

"Hey Angel?"

"Yes."

"Was wondering something ."

"Wondering what?"

"You gonna come over here and kiss me anytime soon, or am I gonna have to make the first move?"

Angel chuckled. "Don't know.  I might just sit here and look at you.  That sound okay?"

"Not really, but I'm open to doing some things your way."

"Good.  My way is always best."  They both laugh.

Angel rolled over on his side, resting his head on his hand.  "I love your face, especially those cheekbones."

"Yeah.what else you like?"

Angel scooted closer.  "I love the blue of your eyes and the way your lips pout when you want to get your way."

"Like this?"  Spike pursed his lips together and stuck them out invitingly.

"Yeah, exactly like that."  Angel reached over and caught Spike's lower lip gently between his teeth, pulling him closer.  When they were close enough to smell the liquor on one another's breath, they kissed.  Nothing passionate or consuming like before. It was a nice simple kiss, Angel leaning partly over Spike, supporting his weight on his hands.

Spike pulled back. "That was good.  Wanna know what I like about you?"  Angel nodded.

"I like your eyes. It looks like you're seeing the world through lashes.  They're so thick and long."

"Sounds like something you wrote."  Angel twirled a blade of grass between his fingers.

"No, unless you count just this moment.  Felt like the right thing to say is all.  They are beautiful, Luv."  Spike looked into his eyes, then sat up mirroring how Angel was sitting.

"Close your eyes."

Angel jerked back. "You're joking right?  You can't possibly know what those words mean to me."  Spike wrinkled his face in confusion at Angel's strange comment. When Angel didn't explain, he shrugged and said again, "Close your eyes."

Angel let out a deep sigh.  Here we go again, he thought and closed his eyes.  Not quite certain what to expect, he waited for Spike to show him.  He felt the skin on his face tingle.  Spike was blowing cool air over his eyes.  It tickled and Angel laughed.  Spike pulled back to study his face.  "I've changed my mind. The one thing that's truly beautiful about you is that smile."  Angel couldn't see Spike place a hand over where his heart should be.  "I mean, God, your whole face lights up.  It reminds me of how warm sunshine feels against skin.  I wanna bask in that glow. I love it," Spike finished a little awkwardly.  Angel had never heard Spike speak so passionately about him before.  He wanted to open his eyes and see the look on Spike's face, but didn't want the moment to end.

"So.you gonna come over here and kiss me anytime soon, or am I gonna have to make the first move?" Angel whispered.

"You cheeky bastard.  Come here!"  Spike grabbed his face between suddenly shaky hands, tilted Angel's head down and kissed his eyes.  The skin felt paper thin; the lashes brushing against his lips.  Angel's lids fluttered beneath his kiss.  Spike sighed, inhaling Angel's clean scent and marking him with his own.  Angel's mouth hung slightly open, panting cool puffs of air along Spike's face.  He looked relaxed, just the way Spike wanted him.  That's when Spike pounced, knocking him on his back, straddling his chest.

"May I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah, go ahead."  Angel opened his eyes to see Spike straddling his thighs, hands lying lightly on his broad chest.  Angel said the first thing that came to mind.

"Damn, you look delicious like that."  He shifted a little, moving his bulge away from Spike's firm cheeks.

"Do I?  But how do I feel pet?"  Spike leaned forward stretching out the length of his body on top of Angel.  He folded his arms on Angel's chest, resting his head.  His mouth was lightly touching the side of Angel's throat.  He could feel Angel swallow, when he moved his crotch to brush against Angel's own.  They lay like that, neither one speaking.  Hesitantly, Angel wrapped Spike in a loose embrace, planting a soft kiss on Spike's forehead, and whispered, "Kiss me."

When their lips touched the connection flared to life.  Desire coursed through them like electricity.  Eager mouths devoured each other.  Lips were teased, licked and nipped.  Large hands caressed Spike's firm hard back, drawing him tighter.

"Luv, rock your hips they way you did on stage."  Angel smiled into the kiss, moving his hips, hearing the song in his head.

"Yeah, oh yeah.  Just like that.  Sing to me again."  Spike began to hum the tune. Angel, hips moving beneath Spike, sang to him in a raspy voice.

"You stumble out of a hole in the ground. A vampire or a victim"

Spike actually giggled.  "No, you're making that up!"

"I swear that's a line from the song, you don't like it?"  Angel sounded unsure of himself.

"I love it.  It's just too perfect for us."

"Yeah, I know.  That's probably why I like it, well other than the fact that the band is Irish and Doyle plays it incessantly."

"Kinda figured that's how you knew it."

"What I can't try something new?"

"Oh, no you can.  I enjoyed your show pet, but that's not your style."

"I like music."  Angel pouted.

"Ah, now who's pouting?"  Spike kissed Angel's lips again; he couldn't seem to stop. "So, what are we going to do?  Just lie on the grass all night making out like teenagers?"

"Yes.  I'm going to feel you up again and then you're going to come home with me."

"That simple huh?  You feel me goodies and I come home with you.  What do you take me for a cheap harlot?"  Spike looked at Angel out of the corner of his eye.

"I'll buy you a carton of cigarettes."  Angel teased.

"Right, we're off then."  Spike jumped up, offered Angel his hand, and didn't let go.

Shrouded eyes watched them as they headed out of the park, back towards the club.  This was proving to be too easy.  After watching the display they had put on in the bar, it had been simple enough to casually follow them without rousing suspicion.  They had been too busy panting over one another, like two bitches in heat.  Keeping to the shadows had helped, but they clearly didn't detect they still had an audience.  This was the great Angelus.  I can't wait to introduce myself.

~Part: 5~

Title: Revelations (5/?) Author: FieryDemise & AngelSpike69 Rating: R Pairing: Angel/Spike Summary: Angel and Spike explore second chances, while Doyle and Cordy make a startling discovery. This chapter: Angel and Spike continue to re-explore their growing attraction for one another, while a familiar face makes an appearance in LA. Spoilers: None really. Takes place just after the events of “In the Dark” in Season 1 of Angel. This story goes totally AU after the final scene in the episode. Warnings: Nothing that screams out. Disclaimer: The guy we refer to as God, Joss Whedon, created them. We just took them out to play. Distribution: Loving Angel LJ, Loving Angel Fic Archive, Beyond Canon, and Soulmates. If you want it, just ask. Authors’ Note #1: We are now full-fledged feedback whores, so please, please, please feed us. We want to thank Lori, our ‘bookman’ for taking the time to read over our story and offering suggestions and grammatical help. Authors’ Note #2: This is the third story in our series that started with “A Bit More Time” and continued with “Breathless Kiss.” Previous chapters of “Revelations” can be found here Feedback: FieryDemise and AngelSpike69

Character Legend:

Mystery Stalker

Mystery Visitor

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Spike helped Angel up and they headed out of the park, still holding hands. They were so caught up in the moment; neither sensed that they were being followed by the mysterious stranger.

They walked down the deserted streets of L.A., lost in thoughts of one another. Soon, they were standing in front of the offices of Angel Investigations. Spike bounded up the stairs and opened the door. He looked back to see Angel standing on the street. He looked miserable.

“You coming?” Spike asked impatiently.

“No.” Angel answered firmly.

“Angel, it’s almost sunrise. You stand there much longer, they’ll be sweeping you off the sidewalk. Would hate to see you end up like that.”

“I really don’t want to go in there.”

“Why not?”

“Just not in the mood for another confrontation with Cordy and Doyle,” Angel replied.

“Well it’s a bit early for them to be in, don’tcha think?”

“Yes, but they’ll be coming in a few hours. I’m not ready for a repeat of yesterday, that’s all.”

“Can’t say I blame ya. Not sure if I’m up for another round at the moment either,” Spike agreed.

“So what do we do?”

“Well, we can go somewhere else.”

“Where do you suggest? It’s not like we can go back to the park with the sun coming up soon,” Angel asked dejectedly.

“Well, how about you get a few things and we head to a hotel or something? We’ll be inside and away from another confrontation. It’ll give you a chance to get your head together, and we can talk or whatever some more.” Spike looked at Angel and waggled his eyebrows.

Angel laughed, “That sounds like a plan.” Angel walked up the stairs to enter, but turned at the last minute and scanned the direction in which they came. Spike mouthed 'what's wrong?' Angel ignored him and continued to survey the dark street, before answering. "It's probably nothing, but it felt like we were being watched."

Spike craned his neck towards the street trying to sense what Angel did. "I don't see anything, think we should have a closer look?"

"No, the feeling is gone. Let's go." Angel gave the street one final sweep before he walked through the door.

Across the street from Angel's office, the owner of the watchful eyes stepped from the darkened alley. Taking Angelus by surprise won't be as easy as I originally expected. He might actually make me earn the right to keep my secret hidden. Good, I welcome a challenge. Besides, the game can always resume another day. A soft chuckle emanated from the alley, as the shadow figure merged with the gloom.

Once inside, Angel started toward the elevator, but stopped and turned to Spike, “Come down with me while I get a few things.”

The elevator doors opened and both vampires walked out. When Angel passed the sofa, his mind flashed back. It was hard to believe that just two days ago Cordy and Doyle had discovered him in flagrant on the sofa with Spike. Angel chuckled as he went into his room gathering some of his things and putting them into a duffel bag. Then he went to the kitchen, grabbed a few packs of blood from the refrigerator and a cooler from under the sink. He put the blood into the cooler and left it sitting on the table.

When he finished, Angel came back into the bedroom to get Spike, who was sitting with one leg draped over the side of the chair. “Okay, I’m ready.” Angel stopped in the kitchen to pick up the cooler and handed Spike the duffel bag with his things.

“Let’s go then." The two vampires entered the elevator and rode up to the reception area. Spike walked straight to the door; however, Angel went directly to Cordy's desk. Spike noticed Angel wasn't behind him and turned to see what was keeping him.

“What are you doing? We don’t have much time.” Spike said impatiently

“I’m just going to leave Cordy and Doyle a note, so they don't worry.”

“What are you going to say? Don’t worry guys, I ran off with Spike for a few days. That will so cause them not to worry.”

“No, I told them that I needed a few days to think about things, that I’ll be in touch and not to worry.”

“Oh yeah, that'll ease their minds, I went off to find myself.” Spike chortled.

“All right, done. Now we can go.” Angel and Spike walked out of the building.

“I’ve got my car parked around back in the alley.” Angel headed around the building.

"Oh, goody, I get to ride in the Angelmobile." Spike snarked under his breath.

"I heard that." Angel called out to Spike.

Spiked smirked and followed Angel to his car. Angel unlocked the doors, threw his bag into the backseat along with the cooler, then they both got into the car.

“There’s a hotel about 45 minutes from here. It’s over by the beach. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yeah, mate, but that’s cutting it awfully close don’t you think?”

“A bit maybe, but once inside, we can take an elevator up to the room, so there will be no need to go outside again until night fall.”

“Works for me then.”

Angel started up the GTO and they drove off.

There wasn't much traffic on the roads at this time of night The hush in the air gave the ride a sense of mystery. The quiet was starting to drive Spike nuts. God, it's too quiet! I'd even listen to his singing again, Spike thought. Sensing Spike's restless mood, Angel reached over and turned on the radio to his favorite classical music station. When Spike heard Angel’s choice of driving music, he looked over and rolled his eyes.

"See this is what I was talking about before, this is more your type of music, not U2.” Without missing a beat, Spike said, “Mind if I change the station? This stuff will put me right out.”

“Whatever, but I’m not going to listen to that crap you call music either.”

“Fine, fine. We'll compromise...” Spike searched the dial until he found a classic rock station. “This work for you?” Spike asked as ‘Satisfaction’ by the Rolling Stones began to play.

“That’s fine.”

They drove along in comfortable silence. Spike sat with one leg propped up on the dashboard, drumming his fingers against his thigh. Even Angel seemed more relaxed; long fingers tapping the wheel in time to the music. They pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Angel parked the car, grabbed his bag, and hauled the cooler from the backseat. They both walked into the office and headed over to the check-in desk.

The desk clerk stopped reading the sports section of the Los Angeles Times and looked the two vampires over with bored eyes. “Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yes, I’d like a room for a few days.” Angel replied.

The clerk eyed the two men and said, “All we have available is our deluxe room with one king. Is that okay?” He asked with a knowing glint in his eyes. Had they been human, they would have found the look unsettling.

Before Angel could respond, a loud snicker came from close behind his head. Angel turned to glare at Spike and found a smirk on his face. Angel cleared his throat. “Yes, that will be fine thank you.” He handed over his credit card and waited to sign the receipt. The clerk gave him the room card and pointed them towards the elevators.

Angel and Spike rode up without staring at one another, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Once the elevator doors opened on their floor, they stepped out, turned the corner and walked toward the room at the end of the hall. Angel pulled out the card and opened the door, letting Spike go in first.

Spike went over to the window, pulled back the curtains and gazed at the view. The beach was empty, white foamy water lapped at the shore. After a moment he closed the drapes, making certain no sunlight peeked through. Spike wrinkled his nose. The room was a little stuffy. His delicate vampire senses smelled odors long vanished from the air. He bent down and turned on the air conditioner, thinking that might help. He turned and saw that Angel had made himself comfortable on the bed.

Spike stood up and hooked his thumbs in his jeans, fingers rested against his crotch. “So what now?”

Angel slyly watched Spike's hands. “I don’t know. We’ve got a TV, with cable. I’m sure you’ll like that.”

“That’s something at least to while away the time until the sun goes down, unless you can come up with something better. Spike let the innuendo hang in the air.

“Well I know one thing. I really need a shower. What about you?” Angel asked coyly.

“Nah, You go ahead. I’m good.”

Angel sat up, got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He looked back over his shoulder at Spike who was lying in the spot he just left on the bed, remote already in his hand. He clicked through the channels and attempted to find something good to watch.

“Ooh, looky here what's on the telly, porn.” Spiked looked up at Angel smiling. “I found something to keep me busy. Go ahead and take your shower. I’m good here. Take your time.” Spike answered distractedly, as he rolled over on his stomach and watched the TV.

“Fine.” Angel turned stiffly and went into the bathroom.

Spike watched him go, slamming the door closed behind him. Spike laughed to himself.

In the bathroom, Angel turned on the water to heat it up, undressed and climbed into the shower. He clinched his jaw, annoyed, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the interest Spike showed in the TV, instead of picking up on his subtle hint to shower together. He didn’t want to spend the next few days like this, especially not watching porn of all things. He wanted to get things settled with Spike…talk things out…continue what they had started in the apartment earlier yesterday and in the park last night. It was nice, spending time with Spike and not arguing. But if he stayed out there a minute longer, watching other people have sex, Angel wasn't sure the peace would survive the day.

After Spike had let Angel brood in the bathroom for a few minutes, he got up and stripped off his t-shirt, jeans and boots. Stupid ponce. I know why he was mad. Thought I was more interested in the TV than him. Stupid git. Can’t he tell when a guy is playing hard to get.

Spike walked over to the bathroom and quietly opened the door. Hot vapors wafted out into the air, the warmth felt good against Spike's cool skin. The room was filled with steam. He softly walked over to the shower and opened the door. Angel was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t sense Spike coming into the room. Spike climbed in the shower, wrapped his arms around Angel's chest, and snuggled against his shower-warmed skin. Angel jumped in surprise.

“Hey.” Spike said, and kissed Angel on his back.

“Hey.” Angel replied.

“Thought I’d join ya to conserve water and all. Heard California’s having a water shortage.” Spike replied, trying hard to be serious.

“That’s very conscientious of you, Spike” Angel said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Well I figured since I was living here, I oughta do my part.” Spike mouthed into Angel's shoulders.

Angel lost it, and started laughing hard.

“Find something funny do ya?” Spike pouted. He had already given up his attempts at being serious. He let Angel go, reached for the soap, and lathered up his hands. “Just for that, maybe I should let you wash your own back.”

“I’m sorry.” Angel said, an occasional chuckle still escaping from him. “Go ahead.”

God, the bloke was so easy. Pretend a little hurt, throw in a pout and voila, I get my way. Spike snickered as he placed his soapy hands on Angel’s broad shoulders and massaged them, moving down the center of Angel’s back.

Angel sighed. Nobody had hands like Spike. He knew exactly where Angel needed to be touched and for how long.

Spike felt the tension leave Angel’s body. He knew Angel was worried and understood his not wanting to go home. Spike decided to spend this time they had together taking care of Angel; he would show him how good it could be between them.

Spike lathered up his hands again. When he had a handful of suds, he placed the soap back in the shower caddy, reached around Angel and rubbed his soapy palms on Angel’s chest. He paid particular attention to his nipples. Spike felt them rise and harden under his touch. He pinched them for a bit, though not too hard, and continued down toward Angel’s stomach. Spike's hands glided further down, avoiding Angel's cock. Peeking around Angel's side, he saw it was rising to the occasion.

Spike brought his soapy hands to Angel’s hips and ran them down the front of his thighs. Then he rubbed back up and around to his cheeks. He removed his hands, only for a moment to grab the bar of soap again. He thought he heard a little growl from Angel. "Big baby." Spike smiled.

After he put the soap back in the dish, Spike went back and massaged Angel’s tight ass. He ran his palms down the back of Angel’s thighs and kneaded the firm muscles there. When he reached as far as he could, he squatted and continued down to Angel’s calves.

Spike’s eyes traveled up. He had a perfect view of Angel’s ass. He resisted the urge to kiss where the cheek curved to meet the thigh. Instead he ran his slick hands back up Angel’s legs and then between his cheeks. As he stood, one finger traced the contour down to his balls. Angel clenched his muscles.

"Relax luv. I know how to take care of you,” he breathed into Angel's ear. “Let me take care of ya.” At Spike’s words, goose bumps appeared along Angel's neck, but he felt him loosen up. "Don't think about what I'm doing. Just give in, lean up against me." Angel moved as if in a trance to lay his back against Spike's chest, water washing over both of them. With Angel once again relaxed, Spike cupped his balls and kneaded the slightly heavy sac.

He could hear Angel start to breathe a little faster. "Turn around and face me." Spike commanded. "I wanna see your cock. Yeah, looks good, but it needs something." Spike tilted his head to the side and stared at Angel, who blinked twice. He was clay in Spike's hands. "It needs my hand." Spike seized Angel's stiff cock in his hand and started to stroke. He felt Angel get harder. On an upward movement, Spike closed his hand around the head, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. While never taking his attention away from Angel’s cock, Spike reached up with his left hand and tugged on Angel’s nipples. He felt Angel’s legs start to shake.

“You okay there, pet?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Forgot how good it felt to have you touch me. I’ve missed it.”

Spike smiled; he enjoyed Angel's compliment. That deserves a reward, Spike thought to himself. While his hand still stroked Angel’s cock, he brought his other hand up and clasped Angel behind the head, bringing it down. Spike kissed Angel softly, then stuck out his tongue, and traced the outline of Angel’s lips. Angel opened his mouth and sucked Spike’s tongue into his, in time with the strokes on his dick. Soon Angel’s hips matched Spike’s every move.

“Mmmm … don’t stop Spike.” Angel murmured into Spike’s mouth.

“Have no intention of stopping.” Spike answered.

"Good." Angel managed to get out, letting one of his arms slink around Spike's back to pull him closer as he fucked Spike's tight fist. At each thrust the head of Angel's cock brushed against Spike's slippery wet stomach. The combined sensations of the water beating a steady stream over his back and chest and Spike’s gifted touch was driving the older vampire crazy. A hot trickle of water ran down the crack of his ass, and warmed his balls. Angel grabbed the hand Spike was using to tweak his nipples and brought it down to his ass cheeks. Spike's hand clawed the smooth hard flesh, pushing Angel into his ever-tightening fist. The force of Spike's strokes took the strength from Angel’s legs. Unable to maintain his balance, he stumbled against Spike, knocking him against the tiles. Angel quickly brought both hands up and placed them on either side of Spike's head. He used the wall to push-off and fuck Spike's fist faster. Spike's hand was cupping Angel's cheeks so hard he left a hand-shaped bruise. Angel threw his head back; wet strands of hair brushed his shoulders.

"God, yes." Angel panted.

Spike released Angel's bottom and embraced him by the neck forcing his head down. "Watch me." Spike snarled.

Angel allowed his head to be brought down so he could stare at what his childe was doing. Amber danced in Spike’s eyes as he licked his lips and winked at Angel. That was all it took. His lips crashed into Spike's, hard. Angel pulled on those luscious lips, opening his mouth to draw Spike's tongue in deeply. Angel rammed his cock into Spike's fist with such force that Spike's hand slipped from his cheeks. He couldn't hold on because of the frantic thrusts. His hand slapped Angel's ass over and over. Angel winced each time Spike's hand connected. The sting felt delicious! The chorus of wet flesh being spanked and heavy breathing filled the bathroom. Spike loved every minute of it. He growled against Angel's lips, "That's it pet, you gonna fuck me like that later? Yeah, let me?" A violent tremor ran the length of Angel's body. He couldn't take it any longer and let out a howl of pleasure, come shooting over Spike's stomach. He collapsed against the smaller vampire, panting, trying to catch the breath he didn't need.

"Better?" Spike smirked.

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In another part of the city, someone suffered through another agonizing visit.

I listened as the key turned in the lock. Cold dread settled in the bottom of my stomach. All too soon I would feel that shadow fall across me. Shrouded in darkness, I hoped I wouldn't be seen, but the routine was always the same. A cool quiet appraisal ultimately discovered my failures. Stop fucking judging me! The Voice never listened to what I said and would begin to speak over me. That's when I admitted to myself that I was slowly going insane, but I vowed not to usher the process along. I would fight somehow, and then it hit me, it's HE who doesn't exist. My one brief moment of clarity didn't last very long.

If I could place my hands over my ears, I would do so. But they are bound behind my back, how long I wouldn't care to hazard a guess. I've lost track of how many hours, days, weeks I've spent listening to The Voice whisper my name over and over again. I can no longer feel my fingers.

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"Yes, all better." Angel kissed Spike's shoulder, using his mouth to suck up the moisture on his chest. His mouth continued down to linger at his nipples. His tongue darted out and he sucked one tight bud into his mouth. The tip of Angel's tongue laved the stiff point. Spike's head rested against the cold tiles, one hand loosely holding the back of Angel's head. Ever so slowly Angel licked from nipple to navel. Spike was an innie; Angel tasted there as well. Finally kneeling in front of Spike's weeping cock, he hesitated, seeing up close the smooth, long shaft, the tip swollen and red. Spike hadn't touched himself during the whole time he had jerked Angel off. It was obvious he needed release, but he wasn't going to stop Angel's exploration of his body. Tense with anticipation, Spike knew Angel was well worth the wait, so he waited.

Spike didn't notice when Angel licked his lips. He looked down just as Angel brought the tip of his cock to his lips and rubbed pre-cum across them. Spike held his breath as he watched Angel's mouth close over his erection. Then he let out a hiss of pleasure, thrusting his hips forward. Angel tightened his mouth around Spike's knob not wanting to let go. He swallowed Spike to the back of his throat to keep him still. Angel relished the small twitches Spike's cock made in his mouth when he did that. Sticky pre-cum coated Angel's throat, as he worked his mouth up and down Spike's shaft. Long fingers spread out and tightly gripped lean thighs. Spike held the sides of Angel's face to keep him in place as he fucked his Sire’s face. Angel stilled his mouth as Spike dictated the rhythm. His lips stretched to accommodate Spike's growing width; saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. Spike buried his face against his arm, overcome with lust. He bit the skin with flat teeth when Angel hummed along the sensitive head. He desperately held Angel in place with one hand; with the other he took hold of his shaft at the base and eased out of Angel's mouth. If he didn't take control, he would come too fast. Spike placed the head of his cock against now closed lips; his cock jumped at the resistance. Angel watched his face, mesmerized by those unreal blue eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, teasingly slow. Spike’s lips widened into a grin as he eased the head between Angel’s lips, next the shaft, then all the way in to the balls. He did this over and over again. Angel lavished every inch with his tongue. Spike could even feel moist lips touching his own curled fingers. His balls were tight and hurt a little as they bounced against Angel's throat.

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For once let him surprise me, but no, it's always the same, mewling like a babe who has lost his mother. Well I'm not your mother and you'll find no milk here. Only memory, there's just the one really. You seem to have forgotten what defeat truly tastes like once you've learned to crave it. I'm here to remind you of that.

The scream wrenched the air as flesh was violently torn. I've held you on the edge for far too long. Your tears are familiar to me now. I don't expect to break you, not yet. Understand…I do this because I wish to create you. Here is your chance to become.

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"Fuck yeah...harder...yes...faster...gonna come in your mouth luv!"

That's exactly what Angel wanted to hear. He didn't stop, he did all that Spike asked until his lips were sore. His lips were a blur of motion. He could taste little spurts of come in his mouth and knew it wouldn't be much longer. Spike let out a long groan, gave one final thrust and emptied his cock into Angel's mouth. Each drop was eagerly swallowed; nothing escaped Angel's tongue. He even cleaned his own come from Spike's stomach and thighs. When that was done, he pulled back and licked his lips.

"Better?" Angel asked smugly.

Spike quirked one scarred eyebrow and laughed.

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His false bravado doesn't endure, anger the first to flee. Before long the begging begins, followed by tears. When there is nothing left of his to relinquish, Wesley gratefully lets the darkness claim him.

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