Revelations

Author:   FieryDemise & AngelSpike69

Legend: Mysterious Stalker - // Stalker's Thoughts //

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~Part: 6~

Doyle was getting his coffee when the front door to the office opened.

“Sorry I’m late.  Dennis turned my alarm clock off again this morning.  He thinks I’m not getting enough sleep.  I swear he’s worse than a mother hen!” Cordy said breathlessly as she hurried over to her desk.

“Don’t worry.  The boss isn’t even here yet.  Guess he’s running late too.  Maybe I should go downstairs and get him?”

“Don’t bother,” Cordy replied, holding up a slip of paper she found on her desk.  “He’s not here.”

A frown crossed Doyle's face.  It wasn't like Angel to take off like that. “What do you mean, he’s not here?  Sun’s up, where else would he be?”

“He left a note.  Looks like he’s gone off for a few days to think things over.  Said he would give us a call later.  You don’t think…”

“Don’t think what?” Doyle asked.

“Think that maybe he found Spike, and Spike did something to him?  I mean, Spike was really pissed off when he stormed out of here yesterday.”

“Or maybe, princess, Angel didn’t find him at all, and has just taken himself off somewhere to have a good brood.  I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Really? You are?  You’re sure?”

“Yeah, really. I’m sure.  Look, no sense in getting worked up.  Let’s just wait until we hear from him, okay?”

“But…but what if we don’t hear from him?” Cordy worried.

“Angel's a man…er vampire of his word. If he said he’d call, then that's what he'll do.  He's always been true to us, that's not going to change now.”

Cordy looked a little more relieved.  Doyle was right. Angel had always been there for them, she didn't see that changing because of this.

Then Doyle quickly held up one finger and said, “But if that doesn't happen, then we worry and go out and find him.”  It wasn't a statement but a fact.

“Okay.”  Cordy would back him up all the way.

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Angel stood up and drew Spike to him in an embrace.  Spike wrapped his arms around Angel and laid his face against his chest, both reveling in the closeness they now felt between them.  The constant animosity hadn't entirely faded; it was still there, in the background like a memory.  But there were better, more urgent memories at the surface now.

“Angel…”

“Hmmmm…” Angel replied.

“The water’s getting a bit cold.”

“What?  Oh, sorry.  I didn’t notice.”

Spike laughed and reached behind Angel.  He turned the water off and opened the shower door.  Stepping out, he reached for a towel.

“Come here luv, let me dry you off.”

Angel stepped out of the shower and let Spike do just that, enjoying the feel of his hands once again.  When he was dry, he opened the bathroom door and was about to walk out when he heard a *THWACK* and felt a sting on his ass.  Angel's cheek quickly turned a dull red, though actually the blush hadn't quite left them from earlier.  Angel glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide to see Spike smiling at him with an innocent look on his face.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“That hurt!”

“You didn't seem to mind me using my hand just a few minutes ago. Besides I couldn’t resist with that beautiful ass teasing me.”

Rich laughter rang out, filling the room. He missed this playfulness between them. He felt at ease in Spike's company, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.  When things had been good between them, fun was always on the list of things to do.  Much like Darla, Spike never stopped surprising him.  Angel backed his way out of the bathroom, keeping his eyes on the blonde smiling at him, twirling the towel around in his hands.

Angel managed to make it out of the bathroom without another slap from the towel.  "Just for that I'm going to cover up, so you can't see me."  The teasing vampire called to Spike. He went over to his bag, took out a pair of black silk boxers, and put them on.  Spike was still naked, hair damp and tousled.  He stood in the doorway with an easy smile on his face watching Angel move around the room. When he saw what Angel was about to do next, his smile froze in place.  Oblivious to everything but what he was about to do, Angel went over to the cooler and took out two bags of blood, pouring the contents into two mugs that were on the table.  Looking around, he found the microwave tucked underneath one of the shelves in the kitchenette.  He put the mugs in and set the timer, whistling as he waited for the blood to heat.

“Are you hungry?”  Angel asked.

“A bit.”  Spike replied slowly.  He waited to see if Angel realized what was happening.

The timer on the microwave dinged too loudly in the suddenly still room.  Angel reached in and pulled the mugs out.  Bringing one up to his mouth, he handed the other to Spike.

Spike stared at Angel's hand like he was handing him a cup of holy water. “That's not what I think it is?”  He asked harshly.

Angel stopped, the rim of the cup resting against his lips.  “Yes, it’s pig’s blood.  You said you were hungry.”

“Yes hungry for blood -- human blood.  I’m not drinking that crap, and I can’t believe you would even offer it to me.  I’ll wait till the sun sets and then I’ll get me some dinner, the proper way.”

“I can’t…I won’t let you do that, Spike!”

“You won’t let me?  I don't believe this! You won’t let?  I thought you said things had changed between us?”  Spike threw his hands up in frustration.  “I haven’t answered to you in a long time Angel, and I’m not about to start now.  You either walk the walk and be Angelus or drink your pig's blood; you can't have it both ways.”

“Spike…don't do this” Angel warned.

“NO!”  Spike shot back.  “You can't make me be something I'm not.  Just because you allowed your guilt to force you into giving up feeding, doesn’t mean I have to.  That is just plain unnatural. I mean God, it’s not my fault you have that bloody soul and it won’t let you be what you are.  You knew what I was about when you said you wanted me to stay.  Me Angel, not some ideal version of what you expect me to be.  If we do this, you have to accept everything; you can’t expect me to deny who I am.  It’s unfair of you.”  He lowered his head and Angel had to strain to hear his words.   “I can't stop being what you made me.” He came to a stop in front of the window, chest rising, nostrils flared with passion.

Angel walked over to Spike and drew him into an embrace.  At first Spike resisted, but then slowly gave in, resting his cheek against one broad shoulder.  He was still breathing through his nose from his outburst.  Angel pressed gentle lips to his childe’s neck, and then nudged Spike with the shoulder he was leaning on.  Spike raised his head to gaze at him.

Angel spoke softly. "It's been a long time since we've been together and I'm aware I don't know you the way I once did.  But don't think for one moment that you know me either.  Let me tell you who I am now.  It's my job to protect the people of L.A.; I can't do that if you're out there hunting and feeding.  I have to be true to this path I'm on.  For the first time I have a purpose, I…I won't let that go."

Spike tried to yank his body from Angel's arms, but was held in place with an iron grip. "And I'm not willing to let you go either."  Spike stopped struggling to cast sad eyes at Angel.  "You can't have it both ways luv."

"Well I don't want to choose." Angel replied, the line of his jaw stubbornly set. He coughed, trying to clear the emotion from his throat. “I’m sure we can work this out if you’ll just listen to reason.” Angel knew this discussion was coming.  He even knew Spike was right, but he just couldn’t allow Spike to hunt and feed in L.A.  How could he get Spike to see that?

Spike just stood facing away from Angel; his arms tightly held around his body, back muscles rippling with tension.  He looked how Angel felt, tired.  Angel worried that he was losing him, so he tried again. "You knew what I was trying to do here in L.A. when you agreed to stay.” Spike turned to consider Angel. The older vampire faltered at the close scrutiny.  “You did agree didn’t you?”

Spike watched him, a peculiar look in his eyes, and then finally spoke. “What if I promise not to kill ‘em?  Agree to just take enough to satisfy my craving, but then leave them alive?  Would that satisfy you?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Angel dropped his arms from Spike's waist.

“Okay, how about I just feed on the bad element…you know… the murderers, rapists, and child molesters?” Spike asked hopefully.

“No, not even them.”

“Jesus Angel, you can’t be serious.  You have to give somewhere.  Looks like I’m making all the concessions here.  I'm compromising with my life. You know what I mean.  This is like asking one of your precious humans to stop breathing air.  Blood is everything to us.”

“Actually Spike, I’m quite serious about this.”  He understood too well what Spike was saying, but he wasn't going to allow himself to be swayed.

“Well then, what do you suggest because I’m certainly not drinking that crap!”

Angel drained his mug, trying to find the courage to make his suggestion in the dregs of blood. He wasn't sure what Spike’s reaction would be to what he said next, but he was still here listening, so Angel was hopeful.

“How about this.  I won’t make you drink pig’s blood.  You can drink human blood, but it has to be bagged.  There are several dealers in town that I’m sure I can contact to place a standing order.”

“That’s all well and fine Angel.  But you know it’s not just about the blood.  It’s about the hunt, finding your prey, getting a rush from their fear and best of all, it’s about the feeling of sinking your fangs into soft flesh.  I don’t know how you can give that up.  Don’t you miss it?” Spike asked.

“Every day, but I try not to think about it.  I work, read, draw, and spend time with Cordy and Doyle.”  He shrugged his shoulders.  “It helps.”

Spike almost rolled his eyes, but thought better of it. “Well, I think that’s half your problem.  You want to deny what you are.  You let that soul guilt you into being less.  You’re a vampire for Christ’s sake.  When are you going to act like one?  At least learn to live with it, instead of suppressing it all of the time.  And I don't mean just when it suits you or you go half round the bend over some girl.”

Angel ignored the jab about Buffy and pressed on. “I understand what you’re saying about it not being all about the blood.  I do, Spike, but I still can’t let you go out there and kill people.”  Angel fell heavily to the bed, not knowing what more to say.  They had reached a standstill; he scrubbed his face with his hands.  Suddenly he raised his head. He had another idea.

“Okay, on top of drinking bagged human blood, how about if we do what we did back in the old days?  You remember when we would go out, just the two of us and hunt each other?  I enjoyed that and I know you did too.”

Spike couldn't help himself and smiled s at the memory.  “You think Cordy and Doyle would like to join us?  I promise not to bite ‘em.”

Angel knew Spike was joking, so he didn’t take his question seriously. “You can ask but I'd suggest not standing too close to Cordy if you do.  She keeps a bottle of mace containing holy water in case of emergencies.”

“You're joking?"

"She says it's the price you pay for living in L.A.; no such thing as regular muggers."

Spike laughed to himself. Yeah she was going to be right fun.  Then he went back to thinking about Angel's offer.  Angel watched him closely.  He could see Spike thinking about all that he had suggested, but he had no idea what his answer would be.  Spike just had to take this compromise, Angel thought gravely.

The silence stretched out between them.  Angel imagined a gulf-separating Spike from him and he didn't know if he would be able to bridge the distance. I only have one more thing to give and then that's it, I'm done.  Angel thought silently.  He stood up from the bed, took a deep breath and offered hopefully.   “And, if after all of that you still want to sink your fangs into something, you can have me.”  This wouldn’t be just for Spike; this would be for him as well.

Spike looked up suddenly and came away from the window.  He tilted his head to the side and squinted at Angel, “You’re not serious are you?  If you're just pulling my leg, I’ll stake you where you stand!”

Angel came to stand in front of him again. “I’m quite serious about this Spike.  You could feed from me when you get the urge…” He stopped when he noticed a hint of yellow in Spike's eyes.  Angel continued carefully, "…to sink your fangs into willing ‘soft flesh’ as you put it.  It’s your choice.” He matched Spike's steely gaze with one of his own.

Spike felt like he was missing something but decided to play along anyway. “Well I get the urge quite often, you think you’re up to it?  It’s been a while since you’ve fed someone."  Spike challenged.

Angel didn't back down. “At this point, Spike, I’d offer just about anything to make this work.  Besides, I don’t think it would be much of a hardship for me either, from what I remember.”

“So, let me get this straight, if I promise to be a good boy and leave the humans alone, you’ll supply me with human blood and let me feed from you.”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as you are here.”

“What if I plan on being around for a bit?”

“I told you, for as long as you are here, you can feed from me.”

“Okay, if I agree to this, one thing you have to understand.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not going to go out to ‘help the helpless.’  I’m no white-hat Angel.  That's your gig, not mine.”

“Deal.  I won’t try to make you, but know that you are welcome to come along anytime you want and help.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”  Spike picked a nail nonchalantly.

Angel smiled.  It looked like they had made it over the first of many hurdles.  Now he hoped that Spike would keep his word.  He just hoped…

Before Angel could finish that thought, he was flat on his back, with a naked Spike straddling his hips.

“Is this your way of accepting my terms?"

“Already said I would, now I'm testing it out to see how it works.”  He held Angel's arms at the wrists.  “You ate your dinner, but I haven’t had mine yet.  You said that whenever the urge hit, and it’s hit now.  So feed me.”  Spike increased the pressure on Angel's wrists and leaned in to place his mouth to the older vampire’s neck, right at the jugular.  He ran his tongue along the vein, inhaling deeply.  With blunt teeth, Spike began to nip at Angel’s neck, alternating teeth biting and tongue licking.

Angel felt himself hardening at the feeling of Spike nibbling and licking his neck.  Spike released his wrists, running his hands down and across Angel's smooth chest   He felt Spike’s hand slide in under the waistband of his boxers and grip his shaft, rubbing and massaging it.

“I see I’m not the only one that’s going to get some enjoyment from this.”  Spike smirked.  He stretched full out on top of Angel, buried his head in the thick neck, and just enjoyed Angel's scent and the feeling of being close.  Memories of times past when Angelus would let William feed from him ran through his head.  He had missed that. He just didn’t know just how much until now.

Spike let the memories guide him.  He pulled his hand from Angel's cock, and replaced it with his groin.  He needed to feel some kind of friction, but Angel was wearing those poofy boxers.  Not liking the material between them, Spike sat up, coming to rest on Angel's thighs. He bent down and took the offending silk between his teeth, shredding the material.  He tossed the torn fabric across the room.

“Don’t see much of a need for those.  Don’t know why you wear them.  They just get in the way.”

Spike crawled back on top of a now naked Angel, once again straddling his hips.  He squirmed and wiggled around, teasing Angel unmercifully.

“Now, where was I?”

“I think you were about to eat.” Angel said in a breathy voice.

“Oh yea, right.”  Spike leaned in once more and moved back to Angel’s neck.  Angel shivered in anticipation.  It had been so long since Spike had fed from him and he was looking forward to it.

Spike shifted from side to side, trying to get into position, but discovered that with the height difference he couldn’t quite reach Angel’s neck the way he wanted.  He needed to be groin to groin when he fed from Angel.

“Pet, can you sit up and rest your back against the headboard?  I can’t reach your neck like this.

Angel stared at Spike wondering what he was up to, but did as he requested.

Angel moved on the bed.  When he was sitting upright, his back against the headboard, Spike straddled him, their cocks touching perfectly. Spike hissed his pleasure.  Angel felt a jolt as his bare chest brushed against Spike's taut nipples.  They both hitched in a breath. Angel wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist, pulling him even closer. He reached between them and took both of their cocks in his hand and squeezed.  Spike fell forward, his forehead pressed to Angel's, panting hard into his face.  Angel bit his own lip in lust at the look on Spike's face.

Spike held Angel's eyes and leaned in slowly. Angel tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. It had been so long since he had been allowed this pleasure, Spike wished he could stop time…freeze this moment so it would never end. He latched onto Angel’s neck, not biting into the flesh.

Angel had been holding his breath, waiting for the exquisite pain.  He didn’t know why Spike had stopped, but he wanted him to continue. He whispered to him softly, “Go ahead, Childe.  Let me feed you.”

Angel watched the slow transformation as the blue of Spike's eyes turned suddenly gold.  His face morphed, stiff ridges spreading across once smooth skin.  His fangs descended to glisten against his lips.  A moist pink tongue ran over razor tipped canines, testing their sharpness.  Angel's soft-spoken words had decided something for Spike.  Angel closed his eyes and felt Spike pierce the skin, but again he didn't bite down fully. Was Spike testing him?  Giving him one last chance to say no?  Angel had passed no, two days ago, he was too far-gone to stop now.  There was only the waiting for Spike to do as Angel had taught him.  He felt Spike pull his fangs out to just suckled the bleeding wound.  As Spike continued to gently nurse, he slowly ground his hips into Angel’s hardness. Angel continued stroking their cocks, occasionally taking the pre-come and using it as a lubricant.  He soon found his hips thrusting up against the slim hard body in a steady rhythm.

Angel brought his other hand around to Spike’s ass.  He dragged one long finger down the cleft between his cheeks and slowly slipped his finger in to the first knuckle.  Angel paused; he wanted to see what Spike’s reaction would be. Spike whimpered at the not unpleasant intrusion.

“More,” He moaned against Angel's neck, rising up a bit to allow Angel better access.  Angel slid his finger in farther to the second knuckle, pausing again to allow Spike time to get used to him.

Tired of Angel’s stop-and-go tactic, Spike lowered himself fully on Angel’s finger.  Angel slowly finger fucked him, trying to find the spot that would drive Spike crazy.  The search wasn’t long and soon Angel was running the soft pad of his finger across Spike’s prostate.

Spike shuddered in pleasure, soft grunts vibrating against Angel's bleeding neck.  Forgetting for the moment why this had started, Angel concentrated on stroking their cocks with one hand and fucking Spike with the other, making sure to hit his sweet spot each time.

Spike's body was soon trembling with need, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  Raising his head once more, his eyes silently questioning Angel.  He gazed deeply into Angel’s eyes, giving him one last chance to stop this. Spike thought he saw a flicker of something there, but it was quickly gone.

Angel didn't break the gaze or his contact with their cocks, slowly bringing them closer to their climax.  Spike was mewling and whimpering, needing wanting desperately to come.

“Angel…” Spike whispered with desire.

“I know, Spike.”  Angel answered, tilting his head further to the side.  Spike moved in and plunged his fangs deep into Angel’s jugular.

Angel cried out his pleasure, his body leaning into the bite as his blood was drawn out.  The taste of blood exploded across Spike’s taste buds and he came hard in Angel’s hand.

Spike bit down urgently, trying to go as deep as he could.  He took long swallows drinking Angel down, as the blood pumped into his mouth. Angel’s seed shot up and dribbled down his stomach, intermingling with Spike's.  Angel still wouldn't let go, he continued his stroking, trying to get every last drop.

Without a hard erection to concentrate on the intensity of Spike's feeding slowed down, but didn’t stop.  It was like manna from heaven.

Angel too felt like he was in heaven.  He panted softly his eyes crammed shut, sticky fingers still clutching Spike tightly.  Slowly he eased his finger from Spike's tight channel and heard him sigh at the loss.  Spike gradually stopped drinking.  He had gotten enough from Angel to nourish him, and he knew if he took much more it would leave Angel too weak.  As he pulled away from Angel, he retracted his fangs and felt his face return to its human guise.

Spike looked at Angel longingly, he desired to taste more, but he could wait for another time. Although he wasn't likely to admit it aloud, Spike wanted to show Angel he had control, that he could be trusted.  Angel noticed a spot of blood at the corner of Spike’s mouth.  It looked so good against the soft flush of Spike's lips; he leaned forward, mouth moist with anticipation and licked, lapping it up with his tongue.  He continued licking the soft flesh, tracing the outline with his tongue.  Before long the kiss turned more passionate. He grabbed Spike’s head and smashed his mouth against the younger vampire’s lips, kissing hard, demanding entrance.  As if the magic words had been spoken, Spike opened his mouth and let Angel in.  The coppery tang of Angel's blood was as sharp as a knife against their tongues.  They swirled the flavor around, savoring memories of a simpler time, before a soul and bitter estrangement had separated them.

After a few minutes, they broke away, but the contact didn't end.  It rippled through their bodies, casting waves of pleasure over flushed skin.  Even though neither needed to breathe, they were both panting.  Keeping Spike where he was, Angel scooted down the headboard until he was lying on his back, using Spike as a blanket.  Spike grabbed the sheet and covered them both.  He lay with his head on Angel’s chest. Angel rested his chin against the silky feel of Spike's hair. Soon, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other.

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A few hours later, Angel woke and realized that Spike was still sound asleep on top of him.  He hadn’t moved an inch.  Angel glanced over at the clock next to the bed.

“Shit!” Angel murmured when he saw the time.  He’d meant to call his friends when he got out of shower, but he’d gotten distracted by the blonde in his arms.

Carefully, he moved Spike onto the bed.  Spike started mumbling something, but soon quieted down.  Angel got out of the bed and went over to his bag.  He drew out a pair of sweats and put them on.  Then he headed over to the phone to call Cordy and Doyle.

The phone rang a few times before it was answered.

“Angel Investigations…we help the helpless.”  Cordy answered.

“Hey Cordy…”

“ANGEL!  Thank God!  We were so worried.  You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.  Didn’t you see my note?”

“Yes, Mr. Cryptic-Guy.  But we were still worried.  You didn’t leave us much information.”

“Sorry about that.”  Angel replied sheepishly.

“Where are you?”

I’m at a hotel by the beach.  I meant to call sooner, but…”

“Did you find Spike?”  Cordy interrupted.  “You did…didn’t you?  He’s there with you right now isn’t he?”

“Yes I found him, and yes he’s here with me.”

“Angel, you sure that’s a good idea?”

“It’s fine Cordy.  We talked some and ironed out a few issues.”

“Care to share with those of us in the dark?”

“Not right now.  We still have some things to discuss.  That’s why I left for a few days.  When we come back, we’ll all sit down and talk about it, okay?”

“We? – That mean you’re still intent on keeping Spike around instead of sending him packing…or just staking him?”

“Yes, I meant we, he’s coming back with me.”

“Angel…”

“Look Cordy, I know how you and Doyle feel about this, but I need him…I want him in my life.”

“I know you think that Angel, but…”

“I’m not discussing this with you over the phone.  Here, take down this number.”  Angel gave her the hotel’s number and his room number.  “Call me if Doyle has a vision or there’s an emergency.  I’m only about 45 minutes away.”

“Okay Angel, but I can’t say I like this.”

“I know you don’t.  I have to go, Spike’s waking up.  I’ll check in soon.”

Angel hung up the phone and turned back to the bed.  Spike was lying awake on his side with his head propped up in his hand.  He pulled back the covers and patted the empty spot next to him.  Angel walked over smiling and rejoined Spike in the bed. Spike tugged the covers up over him.  Angel mimicked the way Spike was lying.  They just laid there for a few moments, looking at each other, saying nothing.  Occasionally a lip would quirk up in a smile, matched by the crinkle from laughing blue eyes.

“Sorry I woke you.”

“You didn’t…I woke up as soon as you left the bed.”

“Sorry.  I realized that I had forgotten to give them a call.” Angel said carefully.

“Surprised you didn’t call them when you got out of the shower.”

“That was my plan, but I got distracted.”  He looked at Spike through lowered lids and smiled sheepishly.

Spike leered at him, “That’s terrible"

“It sure was.”  Angel leered back.

“So, what’ll we do now?”

“The sun doesn’t set for a few more hours.  Why don’t we sleep some more?  We can make plans later.”

“Fine with me, pet.”  They moved in one smooth motion. Spike rolled over, his back pressed against Angel's broad chest.  Angel’s long arms wrapped around the slender hard waist, drawing Spike closer; large hands absently running up and down his chest.

“Mmmm…that’s nice.”  Spike said as he wriggled his ass closer to Angel’s cock.

They lay like that, Angel holding Spike firmly against his body, until Spike felt Angel’s hand stop.

“Angel…luv…” Spike turned his head and looked over his shoulder.  Angel was sound asleep, a very contented smile on his face.

Spike grinned, turned his head back around, and closed his eyes.  He laid there for a while thinking about how right this felt; Angel's solid presence at his back, protecting him.  Spike had recently spent too much time alone in the world; it felt good to have someone to share this with.  He wanted to give Angel that same comfort.  Now that they had found one another again, Spike had no intentions of letting go.  He could finally acknowledge to himself, without shame that he had ached so long for Angel.  That was his last thought before sleep crept up on him and his eyes fluttered closed.  A small knowing smile touched his lips, as he pulled Angel closer to him.

~Part: 7~

** Sunnydale **

Buffy tossed and turned in her bed.  She chanced a glance at the clock--5:15 A.M. --the red numbers flashed at her.  She groaned, her head falling to the pillow again.  I need to get up soon for class and I haven't even gone to sleep.  She threw the covers over her head and kicked her feet.  Feeling a little silly, but enjoying the feeling nonetheless, she stopped, sat up and looked at her sleeping roommate.  Bright strands of red hair peeked out from under the blanket covering Willow.  She was curled up on her side, lightly snoring; clearly asleep.  Should I wake her or just suffer in silence?  God, I've been thinking about the same thing for a week now.

The aftermath of the Parker situation had been hard enough to deal with, now here she was thinking about Angel -- again.  Let's be honest Summers; you haven't stopped thinking about him since he left.  Yeah, but I was doing better.  I sent Oz to give him the ring, instead of going myself, and…and I didn't send a note. Buffy argued with herself. I even started seeing someone else. So, okay he turned out to be a major ass, but I made the effort, I tried to move on.  I'm not sitting and sulking, brooding -- Buffy stifled a laugh -- over Angel.  I wonder if he's moved on yet.  Oz, as usual, didn't have much to say about what Angel was up to.  In typical Oz fashion, he had said 'good' when I had asked how Angel was doing.  Buffy sighed and turned over to face the closet.  In a way, I hope he has moved on, we both knew things wouldn't have worked between us, so why suffer, right?  She couldn't stifle the next thought that surfaced, but I miss him so much.

Rolling over to her back, Buffy turned her head to look at the clock again…6:00 A.M.  Putting her hands behind her head, she stared at the ceiling. Maybe I should give him a call to make sure he’s okay.  By what little Oz had told me, it sounded like Spike did a real number on him trying to get the ring.  Nothing wrong with a friend calling to check on a friend, she tried to convince herself  After all, I need to find out what happened to Spike.  I thought for sure he would have returned here to continue making my life a living hell.  Maybe he’s already here, hiding and plotting his revenge for the ass kicking I gave him.  That sounds like a better reason to call Angel.

With her plan laid out, Buffy fell into a fitful sleep, imagining the different ways her conversation with Angel would go.

** Angel Investigations **

“No visions…no walk-in clients?  What, all of a sudden no one in L.A. needs saving?”  Cordy whined.

Doyle looked up from the sports section opened out in front of him, “Why don’t you just call him?  You know you want to.”

“He specifically said not to call unless there was an emergency…besides our last conversation didn’t go so well.  It wasn’t bad, but it certainly wasn’t of the good either.”

“I know princess, but we just have to give him time.”

“But I just can’t believe what he’s considering.  It’s Spike for Pete’s sake…”  The telephone let out a shrill ring from the desk, interrupting Cordy's rant before she could really get started.

Saved by the phone!  Doyle let out a discreet sigh. He had listened to Cordy rant about Angel and Spike all morning and was thankful for the temporary distraction. He watched Cordy pick up the phone hopefully.

“Angel Investigations…We help the helpless,” Cordy answered with a smile that soon faded into a frown.  Doyle put down the sports section at the sudden change in Cordy's voice.  What could take the smile off her face and make her sound so unfriendly like that?  Client saying he couldn't pay them?  He waited for Cordy to say more.

“Uh…Hi Buffy…No Angel isn’t here right now…he’s out…I know the sun is shining, but he’s not here.  Where is he?"  She flashed Doyle her oh-no-here-we-go eyes.  "Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s out working on a case at the moment…I don’t know when he’ll be back…Yeah, he’s fine…Spike?  Why would I know anything about Spike’s whereabouts?  Yeah, I’ll tell him you called."  Cordy hung up the phone and looked up at Doyle worriedly.  Doyle thought he saw a little bit of anger in her eyes as well.  As much as she didn't agree with Angel's decision or like Spike that much, Doyle knew she liked Buffy even less.

"Think this counts as an emergency?"  Cordy growled.

"What did she want?  Besides Angel."

"How am I supposed to know?  You heard what I said to her.  She was concerned about Angel and wanted to know if we had seen Spike.  Of course Oz told her what happened when he went back; I just didn't expect her to call.  She never has before."  Cordy worried her bottom lip, watching the phone as if it was going to bite her.

"Look, we're not getting in the middle of this.  Angel can handle himself, and if he needs us we'll be there.  Besides, I don't want to face a brassed off Slayer once she finds out who Angel's seeing."

"No kidding.  But we have to at least warn Angel she called.  I mean what if little miss-all-about-me decides to pay a visit, while Angel is groping – eww!...”  Cordy threw up her hands “…and there goes that mental picture again -- Spike of all people?”

"You got a point there, “ Doyle responded but Cordy already had the receiver to her ear and was calling the hotel.

~~~*~~~

Spike was the first to wake up.  He didn't move, but lay very still watching Angel sleep.  The older vampire looked quite different when in repose.  He was lying on his side; arms wrapped loosely around Spike's waist.  His hair was rumpled and plastered to his head; this caused Spike to let out a low chuckle.  He tentatively put a hand to Angel's head and combed his fingers through the thick locks.  Angel rubbed his face into the pillow and pulled Spike closer, until they lay nose-to-nose. Up close Angel's skin was smooth paleness.  The creases along his brow faded, almost gone. Even in his sleep, Angel couldn't completely give up his frown.  Spike was mere inches from Angel's soft and luscious mouth. But he didn't kiss him. Instead he placed cool lips to the tip of Angel's nose, his left cheek, and then down to his collarbone; his mouth traveled to the crook of Angel's neck, nuzzling into the sensitive skin.  Spike was a little hungry, as well as a lot horny.  He growled against Angel's neck licking a slow sticky trail along his jaw…and the phone began to ring.

"Bloody hell!”  Spike spat out and sat up to answer the phone before Angel could.

"What!"

"Spike, put Angel on the phone."

"God!  What do you people want?  Don't you have lives of your own?"

"Uh, you might want to put Angel on the phone before Buffy gets to L.A."  Cordy answered cheerfully.

"Oh -- well then, let me get the poof."  Spike held the phone out to a stretching Angel.  “It's for you”

He snatched the phone and gave Spike a look.  "Cordy, what happened?"

"Nothing.  Who says anything happened?  I was just calling to see when you were coming back to the office."  Cordy lied.

"You're a horrible liar.  I told you to call me if there was an emergency, so?"

Cordy hitched in a breath and sighed. "Buffy called to see how you were doing and to find out if we had seen Spike since the ring incident."

Spike watched Angel's face, counting the seconds it took for him to blink. Forty, not bad, thought it would take a full minute.  Obviously Angel hadn't thought about Buffy finding out about the two of them.To be honest, neither had I.  Everything seemed to be moving very fast; the Slayer was sure to bring things to a grinding halt.

“What did you tell her?”  Angel finally asked.

“I just told her we didn’t know where he was and that you were out working a case.  Of course you know that won't satisfy her.  I also got the feeling that Spike wasn’t the main reason for her call.  She wants you to call her.  You coming back to the office now?”

“Can’t right now, sun’s up.  I’ll give her a call and see what's going on."

“Are you coming back when the sun sets?”

Angel made it a point to include Spike. “No, we’re not.”

“Angel …”

“Stop it Cordy.  I already told you.  We’ll be back in a few days."  Angel softened his voice.  "But thanks for calling and giving me a heads up.  I’ll take care of it.  Okay?”

“Okay.  I hope you know what you’re doing."  Cordy said in a small voice.

Angel thought about ignoring her doubt, but he felt it too and Cordy was his friend.  “I don't, but I'm willing to find out.  Remember, call me if Doyle has a vision or there’s an emergency.”  Angel hung up and looked at Spike.

“So...what’cha gonna do?”  Spike asked.

Angel picked up the phone again and started dialing.  “I’m going to call Buffy.”

“And what exactly are you gonna say?”

Angel stopped dialing.  “I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.”  He redialed Buffy’s number from memory and waited.

Spike watched quietly, thinking that Angel had obviously done this many times before. Angel heard the phone being picked up, put his fingers to his lips, and pleaded with his eyes for Spike to keep quiet.  Spike stalked to the bed and threw himself down.

“Buffy." He could never say her name without feeling like he was drowning...his voice sounding like a cry for help to his ears.

"Angel."  Her voice took on that familiar ethereal timber whenever she said his name.  The sound always made Angel shiver a little.  Spike's head shot up; he moved to sit with his back against the headboard, so he could watch Angel.

“Cordy told me you called.”

"Uh, yeah, I was worried about you.  Oz, told me everything that happened with Spike and the ring.  No one’s seen him around since then.  I was afraid he might havestayed in L.A. Have you seen him?"

Angel swallowed and cleared his throat.  "Uh, no, I haven't seen Spike…recently." Technically it wasn't a complete lie...Spike was out of his eyesight.  Spike watched Angel's profile, a slight tic ran along his clinched jaw.He obviously didn't like lying to Buffy, but he also wasn't ready to admit to what was happening between them.

"That's good.  I mean, he was crazy when I took the ring from him."  Her voice softened, as if she was sliding underneath warm covers to lie next to her lover.  Angel felt the tension drain from his face, the set of his broad shoulders relaxing.  "Oz, told me how Spike had you tortured.  I'm sorry."

"Umm, it wasn't your fault.  I took care of everything.  I…I destroyed the ring."

"Not one of my best ideas, I know.  But I just wanted to help you, as much as I could,” she replied.

"No, it was a good idea, but it would have made things too easy." Angel spoke softly.

"God forbid anything should be easy."

"That's not what I mean.  I can't afford to forget...who I am.  The ring just seemed like another way of doing that.  I protect people now; this is what I've chosen to do." Angel responded more firmly.

And there you had it.  He hadn't said it but she knew that she was the cause of Angel forgetting the first time.  No matter how much time had gone by, they couldn't seem to get passed that one moment...the moment that had destroyed so many lives.  Spike had been right; the two of them would never be friends.  "I know and I'm happy that you found a purpose."  Buffy suddenly muffled the receiver with her hand.  Angel could make out Willow whispering to Buffy that class started soon.

"Angel…"

"I know, you have to go...class starts in ten minutes.  I heard Willow in the background."

"How could I forget, convenient vampire hearing.  We'll talk later maybe."  It wasn't a question really.

"Yeah, we'll talk later."   He hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Spike felt like he had been holding his breathe the entire time Angel had been on the phone.  He got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom.  Best to not let Angel brood alone, no telling when he would come out.  Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, Angel yanked the door open.  Spike stumbled forward into Angel.  They stood watching each other, neither of them speaking.

Spike spoke first. “So, change of plans?  Are we going back to your office?”

“No.  You heard what I told Cordy.  We'll stay here for a day or two longer, unless there’s an emergency.”  Angel hesitated before wrapping his arms around Spike, who visibly relaxed.  He leaned into the embrace, resting his head on one cool shoulder.

“Are you worried about Buffy maybe deciding to pop down to L.A, you know get visual confirmation that you’re okay?” Spike asked.

“No.  Why would she?  I told her I was fine.”

“Yeah, right.  We are talking about the Slayer here.  She doesn't exactly follow instructions very well."  There were times when Angel's thickness was unbelievable.  StubbornponcegitmoronlettheSlayerkillusidiot! Spike was fuming and a little worried, but he didn't let Angel know that.  "You’re not having second thoughts about us, are you?  I saw your reaction when you were talking to her. You don't have to deny it.”

“Look I'm not denying anything, Buffy will always be a part of who I am...but she's also in my past...."

"So was I once upon a time, now look at us."  Spike reminded softly.

Angel kissed into the back of Spike's hair, his hands gently rubbing the small of his back.  He attempted to finish what he was saying, "I'm trying to take one thing at a time and right now you’re first on my list.  You're my present and we're just starting to work on our future, okay?  Let's try to get through the now and worry about the rest later."

At least Angel was trying to be honest with his feelings.  “Okay, that sounds fair enough, as long as you’re sure."  Spike raised his head from Angel's shoulder to glare at him.  "Not going to be second fiddle again like I was to Darla and Dru, that’s all I’m saying.  Got more respect for myself now.”

“Spike, you’re no second fiddle.”  Angel smiled, lowering his head to give Spike a quick kiss, which turned into a long lingering one.

When they finally broke away, Spike asked his usual question, “So what now?  We still have a few more hours until the sun sets.”

“I don’t know.  There’s a coffee shop off the lobby.  I know how you like food.  How about we go down there?  You can get something to eat; I’ll have coffee.  We can sit and talk.”

About when we're going to shag already!  Spike didn't think he could wait any longer. “Works for me."  He answered smoothly.  "Let me grab a shower first.  Care to conserve some water with me?”  Spike said suggestively.

They disappeared into the bathroom laughing at the shared joke.  This shower was a lot different from the first one.  Spike washed Angel as he'd  done the night before, but this time Angel returned the favor.  They played and kissed underneath the warm jets of water, allowing their passion to explore every inch of their bodies.  Giving them time to enjoy the heavy petting and caressing.  The feeling was just as exhilarating as when Spike had fed from him.  With a laugh, Spike drew back from Angel's searching mouth to wash his hair.  Although Spike was the first, after Cordy, to pick at Angel about his hair, he truly loved the gorgeous thick locks.  He poured a generous amount of shampoo into his hands and massaged Angel's scalp until it tingled.  Angel made small groans of pleasure in the back of his throat as Spike demonstrated once again how talented his hands could be.

Spike liked the look of relaxed ecstasy on Angel's face and let his mind wander to the conversation they'd just had.  He didn't know if he completely bought that Angel was over Buffy, but he still seemed willing to give this a go, which was good, because Spike was more committed than ever to making this work.  He wanted Angel thatwas no lie. He had wanted him for a very long time, and now that he was close, he wasn't about to let anyone ruin it.  Not even Buffy.  Not even himself.  Besides what did she have on 120 years of unlife?  Sure she had made Angel forget himself and lose his soul, but Spike wasn't interested in all of that.  Angel could keep his soul because Angelus would only cock things up and Spike wanted no part of his insane sire again. The vampire that had terrorized Sunnydale was not the same one who had given Spike unlife.  That version of his sire had still only had eyes for the Slayer. Spike knew what and who Angel was.  Same as him, a demon, a vampire and the sooner Angel was willing to accept that the better.  That's what Spike was interested in having.  But Spike could admit to himself that he had a lot to learn about this new incarnation of his sire. Spike shrugged. Should be fun.

"All done luv."  Spike rinsed the suds from the squeaky clean head.  Angel remained under the water with a goofy smile and hair plastered to his head.  He looked damned sexy with wet hair.  Spike could feel his groin starting to stir.  As he watched Angel with hungry eyes, his hands followed the flow of water down his body to touch his erection brushing against the side of his thigh.  The bathroom had become suddenly too still.  Angel peeked at Spike through one eye, the smile growing into a full, teeth baring grin.  Damn, Spike looked sexy, his hands playing over his tight body.

Angel allowed himself to really see what was in front of him.  Cordy and Doyle often accused him of being too obtuse, but coming from the two of them, it failed to worry him.  He did have a reputation for being unaware of anything that didn't involve guilt and brooding, so Angel was going to try and be different this time.  With Buffy he had allowed himself to become wrapped up in her dreams of being the perfect boyfriend.  She had created hope where there had never been any before.  Buffy had filled him with the desire for the normal life only she seemed capable of giving him.  Well, obviously he wasn't meant to be the perfect boyfriend and have a normal life and somehow that felt right. Why should he be allowed to get the girl and live happily ever after?

If Angel was honest with himself, he would admit that he didn't believe in happily ever after.  There was pain and Angel was thankful for it.  He'd spent too many years dishing out torment and death and loving all of it.  Hell had shown him, in vivid detail, the joy he took in taking from others what could never be returned.  But here in this shower with him was a different reminder of death that he had created.  Here before him was Spike, soulless but possessing soul.  A demon that loved his existence and just might be able to help Angel do the same.  Angel wasn't going to deny there were things that Spike had to offer him and he wanted to explore them.  Since he'd left Sunnydale, the only option he ever considered was guilt and that wasn't even an option, it was more like his eye color, part of who he was.  Angel wanted to experience what was headed his way, with his eyes fully open.  No more closing my eyes when small blondes ask me to!  He scolded himself.

Spike's increased moans of pleasure brought Angel out of his reverie.  "You look so good pet...all wet...hard...watching me...gonna come for you now!"  Spike's head dipped back and he shot a thick stream of come onto Angel's stomach.  Then he fell against Angel with a ragged laugh, a hint of teeth coming into contact with the faded bite mark on Angel's neck.  Spike felt Angel tense beneath him.  He slowly dragged his eyes up to look at the dark-haired vampire.  A violent tremor ran the length of Angel's body.  His nipples tightened. His balls drew taut against his body as his hips jerked and he came hard.  Angel hadn't even been touching himself that much, but the feeling of Spike's teeth brushing over the sensitive spot had pushed him over the edge.  Spike drew back, eyebrow at the ready, and stared at the smirk on Angel's lips.  They held their trademark looks for a few seconds and then their faces crumpled into laughter.

** Angel Investigations **

Doyle put down the racetrack schedule he had been looking at.  Cordy hadn't said much since she called Angel at the hotel.  “You’re awfully quiet over there.  What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

“What?  Oh nothing…”

“Don’t give me that.  I know you’re dying to know how Angel’s call to Buffy went.  Admit it.”

“No I’m not.”  She looked up at Doyle, who was staring at her with raised eyebrows.

“Okay…okay… So what if I was?  I know Spike’s whereabouts was just a smoke screen to the real reason she called.  I also know that her excuse for checking up on Angel was a lie also.  You better hold on to something because Hurricane Buffy is about to swoop down on us all.  Mark my words…no good is going to come of this.  No good at all.”

“Come on Cordy.  I’m sure she was just worried about Angel.”

“No Doyle, you didn’t talk to her and you don’t know her.  I just hope to god she doesn’t get it into that bleached head of hers to come down here.  If she saw Spike here, let alone got an inkling as to what Angel was thinking, she’d have her stake out so fast and I’m not sure who she’d stake first!”

"Princess, give her the benefit of the doubt.  Maybe she's changed..."  He stopped when Cordy rolled her eyes.

"You don't understand how stubborn and selfish she can be.  They may not be together, but Buffy still thinks of Angel as hers and she isn’t one to share.  If Buffy finds out about Angel and Spike, trust me she is not going to take it lying down.”

“Maybe…” Doyle started, then stopped and fell forward grabbing his head.

Cordy snatched the bottle of water and aspirin from her desk and rushed over to Doyle.  She helped him back into the chair, handing him the pills and water.  He looked up at her wincing, taking the pills, but refusingthe water.  He pulled a flask from the pocket of his leather jacket and took a big swig of the whiskey, then swallowed the pills.

“What did you see?  Was it Spike again?”  Cordy asked worriedly.

“I don’t know if it was Spike.  But there was a vamp, in an alley behind some new club…I think the name is Caritas.”

“What was the vamp doing?”

“What do you think?  He was biting someone, a gal I think…blonde hair.”

Cordy got up to call Angel, but Doyle grabbed her hand.  “What are you doing?”

“Angel said to call if you had a vision or if there was an emergency.  I’d say this qualifies as both.”

“I don’t think so.  I think this was a vision of something that has already happened.  There was no sense of urgency to it.”

“That doesn't make sense.  Why would you get a vision of something that has already happened?” Cordy questioned

“I’m sure the great and mighty PTB have their reasons.  Call Angel, let him know what's going on, but tell him that it’s too late and that we'll check out the club ourselves.”

“Okay.”  Cordy went to her desk and called the hotel.

“That was quick, what did he say?” Doyle asked.

“He wasn't in the room, so I left a message.”

“Ok, he'll get the message later.  Ready?”

Cordy grabbed her purse from the desk and followed Doyle out the door.

~Part: 8~

Spike and Angel finished their shower and dressed quickly.  Spike kept mentioning how he was starving, all the while casting hungry eyes at Angel.  At one point he backed Angel into a corner, licked his neck and said "kinda taste like chicken."  This caused Spike to fall over in fits of laughter, grabbing his stomach.  Tears glistened in his eyes as he tried to control himself.  Angel watched the display with an amused look on his face.  He didn't know what the hell Spike was going on about, but it made him laugh just to be included in his mischief.  Finally Spike was able to pull himself together and they left for the restaurant.

Ten minutes after they left, the phone started to ring.

** Hotel Restaurant **

The diner was small, dimly lit and almost empty.  Both vampires instinctively cased the place when they entered.  They silently glided through the aisles, settling on a booth in the back -- facing the door.  Angel was a firm believer in always guarding his perimeter; he never knew when trouble might break out.  The waitress walked over to take their order.  She eyed first one then the other; unable to decide which she liked best.  Her eyes played over the sharpness of Spike's cheekbones, taking in the way they seemed to pierce his skin.  Then her eyes slid lower, to take in Angel's hands resting idly on the table.  His fingers were long and elegant, artist hands.  She imagined that those hands had caused plenty moments of pleasure, maybe even some pain.  She tried to stop the thought of sucking one lean finger into her mouth

Spike let out a soft chuckle, and listened as her heartbeat accelerated.  He glanced over to Angel and saw him sniff discreetly.  Her arousal heavily perfumed the air.  She managed to take their order and left with one sultry glance over her shoulder.  Angel and Spike eyed one another, the sexual tension taking up a comfortable space between them.  They sat, enjoying the silence, waiting for their coffee to arrive.  No shouting or growling, no death threats and promises of torture.  For Angel and Spike this was a good moment.  By the time the waitress returned with a hot pot of coffee, the two vampires were laughing about something.  Spike had his duster off, one leg stretched out in front of him. He was in the middle of disagreeing with something Angel had said. "That's not how it happened and you know it!"  She set down the coffee and went to take care of her other customers.

They continued talking, occasionally laughing, until Angel tapped Spike's knee underneath the table and motioned with his eyes.  Spike lifted his cup to his mouth and casually glanced two booths over.  They had another admirer.  She was so intent on watching the two vampires, that she didn't notice when they began to watch her.  Once she noticed, her face blushed, but she didn't turn away.  All this attention was driving Spike crazy.  He was horny as all hell, and he knew that Angel was in the same boat.  It seemed like every female they ran into wanted to flirt with them, but ended up being disappointed when nothing more happened.  Spike knew the feeling; he wanted to do more than just flirt as well.  But so far Angel hadn't made any further advances, and Spike wasn't sure if he should or not.  They had slept in the same bed after Spike had fed from him and still no sex!  Oh, bugger this!  Instead of brooding about it like a ponce, I might as well just ask him, Spike thought.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask Angel why hadn't they fucked yet, the woman chose that moment to walk over.  Spike watched her approach.  Her body was long and lithe, with nice curves.  Shoulder length dark brown hair framed a lean face.  But what interested Spike and apparently Angel too, were her eyes -- they dominated her face.  They were huge and round, with long thick lashes.  The gray struggled to shine through the blue with small flecks of green liberally mixed in -- kaleidoscope eyes.  She had that Dru look about her, the dark hair making her eyes shine more than if she would have had blonde hair.  She was wearing tight blue jeans and her halter-top hugged her breasts nicely.  Spike's eyes slipped down to stare at her nipples -- which were huge and straining against the thin cotton.  No need to taste her arousal on the air, not for this one.  Spike almost licked his lips and then he noticed the slightly glazed look in Angel's eyes.  Well, well, what do you know?  There's a vampire in there yet.  Time to have a little fun, Spike thought.

He put on his best smile. "What's your name luv?"

She dazzled them with one of her own, full lips stretching over pearly white teeth.  A Cordy smile.  "Caraleigh, but my friends call me Cara."

Her voice was naturally husky and an imperceptible shiver ran through Angel.  But Spike had seen it.  He felt his erection straining against the rough fabric of his jeans.  It hurt -- so good.  He scooted over to make room forCara and she immediately sat down next to him.

"Thanks.  Mind if I have a cup?"

Angel answered.  "No, help yourself.  I'm Angel and this is Spike."

"Interesting names, are you guys visiting?" Cara added sugar and cream to her coffee and took a sip.

"No, we both live in LA."  Spike shyly caught Angel's eye.

"With that accent, I find that hard to believe.  Although your names make you sound like actors maybe."  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when they both laughed.

The waitress came over with their food, which Angel and Spike had forgotten.  Angel invited Cara to join them, so the waitress brought her food over as well.  Spike and Cara dived in while Angel picked at his food.  He did eat the eggs, but left everything else.  Spike andCara helped themselves to what was left.  Angel didn't mind; he preferred to enjoy the show in front of him. Spike was firing on all thrusters.  His boy was having a good time flirting and driving Angel crazy with lust.  Every tilt of his head, quirk of his brow and lick of his lips had Cara squirming in her seat.  Angel felt as if he were being swept under a tidal wave of arousal. Each time Angel thought he would make it through this without rubbing his aching erection, Spike did or said something else and Angel struggled to suppress a groan.

Angel couldn't help thinking about how he and Spike would seduce a woman, and then drain her dry while she struggled between them.  Angel normally didn't allow himself to think about those memories -- well not while he was awake anyway -- but it felt so good to allow himself a moment to remember. He wouldn't do anything like that now, but he couldn't deny that he once had.  Angel shifted in his seat, discreetly trying to adjust his throbbing cock.  When he was satisfied that he could continue, he glanced up to see both of them closely watching him.

He cleared his throat.  "Uh, did you say something?"

"No, but I think you did, mate."  Spike smirked, watching Angel fidget and play with his napkin.

Cara watched the sparks fly between the two of them.  She could tell that they were together, but didn't know if it was recent or old.  She should have been disappointed, but the whole time the blonde one had been flirting with her, she had been watching the darker man’s reaction and her mouth was watering.  He was a suppressed jumble of sexual tension and she would have loved to be part of that sandwich.  The thought was enough to make her squeeze her legs together.  She would definitely have enough naughty thoughts to last her a lifetime, but unfortunately she had to get back to the real world.

"Well, it was nice eating with you both.  Hope you enjoy the rest of your stay... I'm checking out later tonight."  She put that out there just in case....

Angel and Spike eyed one another at the invitation.  Spike thinking the same thing Angel had earlier -- how sweet it used to be to share a woman's body and blood with Angel.  It was Spike's turn to barely suppress a groan.  She offered to pay, but Angel wouldn't hear of it.  She kissed them both on the cheek, letting out a throaty laugh when they licked their lips at the hardening of her nipples. Cara strutted out feeling desirable and sexy.  They watched her exit and then Angel spoke quickly.  "So, are we done here?"

"Right."  Spike put on his duster with haste while Angel paid their bill.  He generously tipped the waitress and they left.

~~~*~~~

They stepped out into the cool night air, instantly feeling recharged.  Angel didn't want to go back to the room, so Spike suggested the beach.  Angel liked the idea and agreed to pick a spot, while Spike got blankets -- of all things -- from the room.  They separated and Spike said he would catch up to Angel in five minutes.

Angel walked along the empty beach, a cool breeze ruffling his hair.  He managed to find a secluded spot near a cluster of rocks.  White foamy waves lapped at the shoreline and then lazily slid back to rejoin the ocean.  Angel stood with his hands crammed deep in his pockets, letting the sound lull him.  His nerves felt soothed, instead of raw like they normally did.  He spent so much of his time controlling his emotions that it was nice to just be.  Angel took in a huge gulp of air and let it out with a smile.  He couldn't wait for Spike to join him.

~~~*~~~

Spike had felt a little silly suggesting the blankets, but he didn't care.  A chance to cuddle with Angel would be nice, and it would make it much easier to have the sex talk.  Spike smirked and adjusted his crotch, then left the room.  He hadn't noticed the message light blinking on the phone.  Spike sauntered down the hall and ran into Cara at the elevators.

"We seem to keep bumping into one another."  She cooed.

"Yeah, seems that way."

"You going to the beach to be with your honey."  She gestured to the blanket.

Spike's eyebrow climbed almost to his hairline.  "You got that, huh?"

"Pretty easy.  The way you couldn't take your eyes off of him, yeah it was obvious."  She smiled warmly.

"I'm not usually that easy."  Spike responded cheekily.

"Love will do that to you."  She definitely knew about that.

Spike suddenly found something interesting to look at on his boots.  The elevator doors opened, saving him from having to think of a response.  They walked out into the parking lot, stopping along side a black Sedan.  Kara casually leaned a hip against the side of the car and searched in her purse for a pack of cigarettes.  She silently offered Spike one, which he took gladly.  Spike hadn't had a smoke in two days and he needed one if he was going to talk to Angel about having sex.  She gave him a light and they both took a few puffs, exhaling smoke into the air. Spike felt much better.  He squinted through the smoke, watchingCara watch him.

"What?"

"I know what you both are."  She whispered.

"Yeah, and what's that?"  Spike dragged his foot back and forth on the pavement.

"You're vampires."  Her voice was even lower than before.

Spike gave her a sideways glance and a feral grin crossed his face. "Is that right?"

Her lips parted slightly and her heartbeat increased, but her voice was strong when she answered.  "Yes."

Spike crushed his cigarette on the ground, "Well, don't go telling everyone luv."

Cara hadn't been expecting him to be so casual about it.  She thought he would try and deny her claim.  "Don't you want to know how I knew?"

"No, not really."  Spike moved to walk away.

Cara stepped in front of him.  "When I checked my lipstick at the table you didn't cast a reflection.  Since you and Angel are a couple, I assumed he was a vampire too."

She seemed proud of herself.  Spike found the flush that had crept across her chest to be more interesting than talk of vampires.  He wanted to smell her.  Since she knew what he was, he didn't see why he shouldn't.  He put the blankets on the trunk of the car and leaned in close to sniff just behind her ear.  She let out a soft gasp, hand flying immediately to caress her neck.  She licked pink lips and slowly tilted her head, silently offering herself to him.  Spike pressed his face completely into the long pale neck, scenting along the milky skin.  She moved in closer, placing one hand on his leather clad shoulder, squeezing.  Spike could smell her desire and blood rushing just below the surface of her hot flesh.  The flush of her excitement painted a pink glow on her creamy complexion.  Spike's tongue eased from his too dry mouth to lick the tempting throat.  She tasted like strawberries. Cara wrapped both arms tightly around his back, bringing her body completely in line with Spike's hard physique.  Every part of him was hard.  She felt Spike's ridges rubbing just beneath her jaw line, then the press of fangs against her throat.

She swallowed nervously before he bit into her neck.  The gasp died on her lips as he took a mouthful of flesh into his mouth, sucking her hot blood down his throat. Cara finally managed a moan, her mouth open, tonguing the air.  They fell back against the car, Spike pressed between her thighs.  The heat felt good against his hard erection.  He ground his hips into the warmth, as her legs came up to wrap around him.Cara made a gurgling noise in the back of her throat and Spike answered with wet snuffling noises against her neck.  The hot and sticky sweetness coated his mouth faster than he could swallow, the overflow spilling down her neck.  Spike ran a thumb over one stiff nipple, pinching it between his fingers as he sucked.  Human blood was right up there with his Sire's -- a fucking aphrodisiac.

The thought of Angel's blood and what he would say if he caught Spike broke his concentration.  It took all he had in him, but he withdrew his fangs to lick slowly at the wound. He continued to lick down to the swell of her breast, stopping just over her heart, catching the last trickle on his tongue.  He lapped the luscious drop into his mouth and pulled back to look at her. Cara sleepily gazed at his face, bringing a hand up to touch his ridges.  She giggled and roughly stuck a finger in his mouth to feel his fangs.  Spike allowed the probing; she had after all just given him a nice treat.  Strong muscles pulled the finger into the coolness of his mouth, pricking the tip and then nursing on it.  His face returned to its human features as he fed from the small cut.  Spike was amazed that he had stopped feeding on his own.  Her blood had been so juicy and he could taste the eagerness in each drop.  She had obviously fantasized about this before because he hadn't smelled any fear on her.

Spike let her finger go and watched her face for any signs of trouble.  He waited for her eyes to focus.  Goosebumps spread along Cara's arms as the air dried the saliva on her finger.  "Hey, you alright?"  Spike knew he hadn't taken enough to disable her, but he wanted to be sure.

The gray of her eyes stood out against the paleness of her face.  "Yeah, that was something...so good...just like I imagined...well...except I was sandwiched between the two of you."  She giggled.  "Thank you."  She finished a little shyly and then kissed him gently on the lips.  She pulled back, placing a finger against her lips; the taste of her own blood on her tongue a shock.  Spike grabbed the blankets and stepped away from the car, holding the door open forCara to get in. She threw her bags into the passenger seat and Spike closed the door.  She started up the car, rolled down her window and waved as she pulled out of the parking lot.  Spike watched the car fade into the night, the wind carrying the faint scent of blood back to him.

~Part: 9~

Spike was feeling very good at the moment.  His head was wrapped up in the scent of blood and the thought of being with Angel.  He took a deep breath, reached down and adjusted himself quickly.  Then he reached for the blankets and headed for the beach.

When he got to the beach, he spotted Angel staring out at the water.  Spike stopped a few feet away, smiling wistfully while he watched the tall dark figure.  We have the beginning of something really good here, and I’m not gonna muck it up this time.  He knew Angel would smell Cara on him. Hejust hoped that Angel would give him a chance to explain.

The worried vampire walked closer to Angel, dropped the blankets, and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.  The dark-haired vampire smiled as he turned to face his Childe, but the smile disappeared when he caught the faint coppery smell on Spike's breath.  Is that...human blood I smell?  He stepped suddenly from Spike’s embrace, turning hurt suspicious eyes at him.  Angel sniffed the air right in front of his face.  Spike blanched and drew back. The nervous vampire didn't want to believe what his senses were telling him.  Not only did hesmell the woman from the diner, Cara, all over Spike, he also smelled human blood.  Fear and anger flooded through him.  Somewhere in there jealousyseethed as well, but Angel wasn't going to allow himself to become distracted. If Spike couldn't wait for them to consummate their relationship, then maybe this hadn't been such a good idea to begin with.  But first things first -- there was human blood on his soon to be lover's breath.

“Spike!  What did you do?”  Angel growled.

“It’s not what you think.”

“You have her scent all over you, and that’s not the only thing I smell.  I thought we had a deal.”  Angel couldn't keep the hurt from his voice.

Spike immediately picked up on theemotionAngel was trying to hide.  He grabbed Angel's arms, trying to keep him close.  “No, Angel look it's not like that.  Let me explain.  I ran into the bird from the diner, Cara, at the elevators after I got the blankets.  We were talking on the way down.  She knew what we were.  She was one of those groupies that gets off on vampires.  There was no fear in her -- I just couldn’t help myself.  She offered.  I took, but I stopped, Angel -- stopped before I took too much.  She didn’t stop me.  I stopped all by myself.  I swear.  Then she thanked me, got into her car and drove off.”  Spike looked at Angel hopefully wondering if he’d blown it just as it was getting good between them. Angel couldn't hold this against him.  She had offered.

“You expect me to believe that?”  Angel ground out through clenched teeth.  The disappointment, he could deal with, but the fear and hurtweredrowning him.  He had to get away from Spike.  Angel struggled against the smaller man holding him, but Spike wouldn't budge.  He increased the pressure on Angel's arm until itbegan to throb.

"Spike let go."

“No, not until you listen.  I’m telling you the truth.  I know we made a deal and I broke my promise; but I didn’t kill her.  Don't you see how important that is?  I didn’t take or do anything that she didn’t want.”  Spike finally let go of Angel's arm and looked down at his boots. He was afraid to meet Angel’s eyes; he didn't want to see what was coming next.
 
 

The tension hung heavily between them.  Angel didn't respond to anything Spike had said.  He just watched his Childe's bent head.  Spike was making patterns with his boot in the sand, looking to the entire world like a young man of 20, instead of the centuries old vampire he was. We just made this deal and already he's broken it.  How am I supposed to trust him?  Angel turned and started walking back towards the hotel.

Spike was lost in his misery and didn't realize that Angel had begun to walk away from him.  When he looked up, Angel was a receding figure in the distance.  Sharp blue eyes finally spotted him walking dejectedly down the beach, hands shoved deep in his pockets and head down. Spike chased after Angel, hoping he could stop him from leaving.

“Angel, wait!!!  Look, can’t we talk about this some more?”

“I don’t know Spike.”  Angel whispered so low Spike almost didn't hear him.

“Doesn’t it mean anything to you that I stopped – by myself – on my own?  I didn’t drain her?”

“You think that makes what you did okay?”

“Oh come on Angel, give me a break.  You saw how she was.  She would have let you have a taste too if you wanted.  She got off on it.”

“That doesn’t matter, and I don’t care if she begged you to drink her!  What I do care about is you and your actions.”

Spike knew he had disappointed Angel, but he was beginning toget angry. Angel was a vampire, same as him, well except for the soul. He knows what bloodmeans to us!Yet here he is asking me to deny myself when someone was practically giving it away.  “You don’t know what it’s like, Angel now that you're all souled and full of guilt.  I just don’t feel the same way you do.  I'm still reeling from the fact that I didn't drink her dry.  You haven't even asked me why I stopped.  I'll tell you anyway...it was because of you.  I stopped because I thought of what you would say!  And you can't even try to see my side of things.”

Angel stared at Spike incredulously.  “Just because I have a soul, doesn’t mean I’ve lost the lust for blood or that I don’t miss the feeling of feeding from someone.  The soul doesn’t stop me from wanting all of the things that you crave, I stop myself from doing it!!!!”

“And that's what I did.  Angel don't you…”

“No Spike, what you did was stop yourself from draining her.  You didn’t stop yourself from accepting the offer in the first place.  That’s the difference.  I don’t want to hear any more excuses.  I thought you understood how imperative it was for you not to do things like this.  I agreed to get you human blood and feed you myself.  But now you're telling me that if someone is willing, you'll just forget the promises you made to me.  I don’t care how willing she was Spike.  You cannot feed, under any circumstances.  I won't budge on this!  If you don’t think you can do this, then I don’t see anyway that this will work between us.”

“I’ll try Angel.  That's the only thing I can say.”

“You have to do more than try.  I will help you in any way I can, but I won't capitulate on this.  You just have to want my help and whatever is happening between us to succeed.”

Angel put his fingers under the younger vampire’s chin so he could look into his eyes.  Angel could see how worried and scared he was.  Angel felt the same and didn't want to hide that fact from Spike.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time, but it CAN’T happen again.”  He said firmly.

“I’m sorry…"

"You don't have to apologize to me."

"Yes, I do. I promise I won’t do it again, no matter how much I or they want it.”  Spike said, relief washing through his body.

Angel opened his arms and Spike went into the offered embrace.  Soft lips kissed him on the top of his head.  They turned as one and walked silently back to where they left the blankets.

Spike bent down to retrieve the blanket, shaking it out and spreading it over the white sand.  He sat down and patted the empty spot next to him.  Angel slowly lowered himself to sit next to Spike.  Spike could feel his Sire’s anger still radiating fromhim, but it had lessened thanbefore.  Oh man, what the hell was I thinking?  I can’t blow this.  Maybe if we're both comfortable…  Spike removed his boots and socks, and sat there, waiting for his Sire to say something…anything.  When Angel remained quiet, Spike crawled down to his feet, and removed his shoes and socks.  He slowly ran soft fingers over the tops of Angel's feet.  The skin was smooth and pale in the moonlight.  Angel relaxed slightly under Spike's gentle touch, but it would take more than this to make him completely give in.

“Angel…”

“Spike, I know this won’t be easy for you, but it’s important to me that you stick to our agreement.  We can’t be together and have this work if you go running around feeding from the very people I have vowed to protect.  I don’t think I can stress this enough.”

“I know Sire, and I’m sorry…”

“Another thing… I realize you've been on your own for a long time, and you aren’t a fledgling any more and I haven’t been a Sire to you in a long time.  You don’t need my approval.  I don’t think that I want that type of relationship with you.  I don’t want to dominate you like I did before.  I want something new – I want us to be equals. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing, Angel thinking of him as an equal.  “I think so Si…Angel.  Why this decision?”  He asked unsure.

“I don’t think it would be fair to you or me for that matter.  It’s not what I’m looking for from you and it’s something that I don’t want anymore.  I'm not even sure I wanted it then, but it was the way things were.  We know what it means to be Sire and Child, but we've never lo…tried to have a relationship as just Angel and Spike.  I want a chance to know if that could work for us...be enough.  But make no mistake; if you do something to harm my friends or anyone in L.A. you’ll have to deal with me.  You got that?”  He said half jokingly.

“Yeah, I got it.”  Spike mumbled.  I was right, there is a lot I have to learn about this version of my Sire…No, Angel.

“How about we just try to relax and enjoy ourselves?

“Yeah, okay.  Angel…can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Well, I was wondering…” Spike started, not exactly knowing how to phrase the question after what had just happened.  But if Angel was serious about the two of them being equals, now was as good a time as any to start.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was just wondering why you haven’t fucked me yet.”  Spike looked at Angel, wondering what his answer would be.  “I mean, not that I haven’t enjoyed all the teasing and foreplay.  But I need to feel you inside of me...I'm tired of waiting you know…”

Angel laughed and drew Spike in his arms, settling him between his outstretched legs.  “You sure aren’t one to mince words are you?”  Angel wrapped his arms around Spike and rested his chin on the younger vampire’s shoulder, looking out at the water.

Spike snuggled into the broad chest. “Well you know me.  Not one to pussy foot around.”

“To begin with, we had and still have some things to work out, the feeding being first and foremost.  I also didn’t want to rush whatever is happening between us.  I needed to make sure it was right for both of us.  Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I do.  It’s right nice of you to be so considerate, but a vamp can only take so much.”  Spike laughed as he answered Angel.  He leaned further into Angel’s embrace, wriggling his ass up against Angel’s cock.

“You would think that after being around for 150 years, you’d have learned some patience.”

“You know me Angel…why wait til tomorrow when you can do it today.”  Spike continued his wiggling against Angel’s hardening cock.

“Yes, I know that perfectly well, you little tease.”  Angel growled into his ear.

Before Spike knew what was happening, he was on his back, Angel leering down at him.  Spike smiled, his tongue poking out from between wet lips.  He leered back at Angel, quirking one scarred eyebrow. He watched almost as if in a trance as the dark-haired vampire dropped down and brought his mouth to Spike’s.  Flushed lipsnibbled, teeth gently bit begging to be let in.  Spike responded by opening his mouth, easing Angel’s tongue in with soft moans of pleasure.  As soon as their tongues met, Angel immediately tasted Cara’s blood, and growled in ecstasy into his Childe's moist cool mouth.  Angel seized Spike's face between strong hands, pulling him up off the blanket to meet his frenzied kisses.  One hand slipped around the nape of Spike's neck, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the sensitive spot.  It had been months since he tasted human blood, and it was heavenly – made more so when mixed with the taste of his errant Childe.  Spike swallowed Angel's whimpers and moans of passion, tasting his desire.  Strong arms held Angel in place, squeezing the big body tight, a sliver of moonlight the only thing to pass between them

As Angel continued assaulting Spike’s mouth, he lowered his body fully onto the smaller man, covering him completely.  Spike's eyes fluttered closed, the weight pressing him into the sand felt so delicious.  He couldn't hold Angel any closer, but that didn't stop him from trying.  Spike ran his hands along the older vampire’s spine, allowing them to slip down the back of Angel's pants to cup firm cheeks.  Angel groaned in need.  He loved it when Spike touched him andhe couldn’t get close enough.  He wanted Spike's body to consume him, never letting go.

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Cara sang along with the song as she drove, fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel.  The night air coming throw the open window, felt good and she felt relaxed.  Every now and again she would place her hand to her neck, rubbing gently.  The sensation that ran through her body, intensified after every touch.  She couldn't stop fingering the bite even though it was starting to heal over a little.  She knew her body would remember his touch long after the puncture marks had disappeared.  Cara let out a sigh – she wished they wouldn't leave at all.  Bruce was about to sing her favorite line and Cara joined in, smiling at how off-key she sounded.

Oh, yeah he was very good to me.  She laughed out loud enjoying the sensation along her throat.  Cara saw the exit up ahead and reached for her purse, she needed to make a stop for gas and cigarettes.  She pulled into the gas station and rummaged through her purse looking for her wallet.  "Shit!"  Kara realized she must have forgotten her wallet back at the hotel.  "Dammit!"  She slammed her palms on the wheel.  "No need to get upset, I'm only about 15 minutes away, close enough to turn back and still make it home in time."

She turned the car around and headed back the way she came. Talking aloud always seemed to calm her and helped to put everything into perspective.  It helped too that the incident in the parking lot had her floating in a haze of calm desire.  She couldn’t stop the stupid grin that crept onto her face.  Each time Cara thought she had things under control; her mind would flash back to Spike’s slim body receding into the night, until she couldn't see him any longer.  "God, what was I thinking?"  This was about the tenth time she had asked herself the same question.  Cara debated whether she should tell her girlfriend Barb, about what had happened.  But decided against it, Cara knew the woman would just tease her about her 'creature of the night' love.  The hotel came into view and Cara pulled into the parking lot, leaving the engine running.  She was certain the wallet had been left in the hotel room and she would be out in seconds. Hoping it wouldn’t take her long to get back on the road, Cara glanced at her watch, and ran directly into something hard.  She looked up startled.

"Oh, sorry."  She laughed nervously.  "I didn't see you."  She apologized.

"Not a problem.  You should be more careful though, never know who you might run into."  He chuckled.

The sound grated on Cara's nerves, like nails on a blackboard.  She shivered unconsciously.  "Yeah, you never know."  Cara backed quickly, but as smoothly as possible, to the front door of the hotel and disappeared inside.  She missed the other set of eyes in the shadows watching closely.

~Part: 10~

From the shadows soulless eyes tracked her movements, silently taking in the confident stride of her walk.   // A familiar scent wafted off her creamy skin making my eyes dilate with hunger.  Have the stars finally answered my prayers?   This was too good to be true.  Angelus' little boy toy was about to get a nice surprise.  Oh, yes, this one was perfect.  She would do just fine.  No need to continue choosing street trash to get his attention when there was such delectable prey to be had, and judging from the smell, she was oh so sweet. I'm sure her taste still lingers on his lips. //

// At least fun would be had tonight after all.  The mewling one had exhausted himself in an hour.  No matter what I did to his body, he couldn't be revived.  So, I had to find action elsewhere.  Following Angelus and his bitch was leading to all kinds of interesting places.  I hope Daddy appreciates all the presents I've left for him. //

The thin cruel lips pulled into a tight smile and for the first time that night actually reached the eyes, bringing them to life.  If anyone had seen the predatory look, they would have wasted no time running.  Unfortunately Cara wouldn't get that chance.

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Eagerly removing Angel's shirt from his trousers, Spike thrust against him.  With the shirt free, cool hands ran underneath.  He sighed at the feel of Angel's skin coming into contact with his fingertips.  The kisses turned more urgent, whispered words swallowed and released between them.  Angel felt Spike drinking in and amplifying his every cry of pleasure.  The air hummed with their hushed desire.  A breathy laugh escaped from one of them as Spike snatched Angel's shirt up to his shoulders trying to remove it completely.

Spike broke the kiss long enough to plead, his eyes bright with lust.  "Need to feel you.skin to skin."

Angel rose up so Spike could remove his shirt.  He didn't bother with the buttons; he just pulled it up over Angel's head and tossed it to the side.  Angel did one better and ripped Spike's shirt up the front, exposing an expanse of smooth pale skin.  Free to explore, Angel devoured Spike's mouth, grinding his hips into him.  Their naked chests rubbed together, and they both hissed with pleasure.  Angel shifted a bit and placed a small kiss on Spike's nose, then his chin.  He continued down to his neck, playfully biting at his Adam's apple with human teeth.  Spike panted with excitement, clutching Angel's head to his throat.

Cool lips nuzzled into the side of Spike's neck, inhaling his scent.  Angel exhaled air to tickle the fine hairs along the rim of one slightly pointed ear.  He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his way from ear to shoulder.  Spike rubbed his cheek against the side of Angel's face, trapping him between the hollowed space of collarbone and neck.  He relished the feel of Angel's intimate smile burning into his flesh.  Angel continued down, alternating between teeth and tongue until he got to Spike's nipples.  He wrapped his mouth around one hard nub, laving it with his tongue while bringing his hand up to tweak and tease the other one.  Spike writhed uncontrollably, wanting.needing more.  No one could wind him up like Angel could.  Angel bit gently on the hardened nub with blunt teeth, but Spike didn't want gentle at the moment.

"Harder, luv. Please..."

Not one to deny his boy what he wanted, Angel bit down harder, and Spike hitched in a sharp breath.  Angel smirked, lingering on the sensitive spot, and then continued to move down Spike's heavenly body.  He needed to worship every inch of the pale muscular figure beneath him.  Would he ever get enough?  He didn't think so.  When Angel reached Spike's navel, he circled it with his tongue and delved into the sunken space.  He licked the soft button until it glistened in the moonlight.  Spike arched his hips up off the blanket, trying to push Angel's head lower.  So close luv, so close.  Not willing to stop there -- yes, oh yes -- Angel continued his assault on Spike's body and senses.  He traveled farther down, burying his face into Spike's crotch.  The blonde's head shot up and blue eyes faded into amber.  Softly he growled.  Angel's wet mouth encircled Spike's hard dick through the material.

Spike sat up on his elbows, passion glazing in his now yellow eyes as he watched Angel.  "Angel.no more teasing...fuck me!"  Spike managed to croak out roughly.

Angel took pity on his Childe.  He momentarily stopped and got up on his knees.  He reached for Spike's belt, unbuckling it.  When it was opened, he moved to the buttons on his jeans, opening them slowly one by one.

"You trying to kill me here?"

Angel just smiled, "All in good time"

When he had the last button undone, he reached inside for Spike's cock and freed it from its confines.  The long pale bulbous head bobbed in front of Angel's face, the cool night air-drying the precum.  A chill ran the length of Spike's body; making his hairs stand on end.  Angel kissed the glistening tip, licking the fluid off, savoring the taste.  No longer having the strength to hold himself upright, Spike flopped back down on the blanket and waited.  Angel wouldn't let up and continued to lick the delicious fluid from the tip of the swollen head.  Spike lay speechless in the sand, mouth slack, and fangs pressing into trembling lips.  Angel ran his tongue down the length of Spike's member, following the blue vein down to his sack.  He gently took one into his mouth, rolling and sucking it with his tongue.  He gave the same attention to the other one.

Spike was moaning fervently, head tossing wildly on the blanket.  His hands reached out blindly for Angel, only to be held down at his sides in a tight grip.  Angel released Spike's balls with a pop and moved back up to his raging cock.  Spike strained against the hands holding him in place.  "Let me touch you...god I need to touch you."

Angel ignored the desperate cries and slowly took the hardness into his mouth, lowering until his nose was nestled in the brown pubic hairs.  He slid his mouth lazily back up the shaft until he reached the tip once again.  Dark brown eyes watched seductively through lowered lashes the affect he was having on Spike.  The younger man was practically sobbing for Angel to let his hands go.  Angel responded by increasing the pressure of his mouth.  As he went back down, he sucked hard, creating a tight vacuum.  When the tip reached the back of his throat, Angel started purring, knowing that the vibration would take Spike over the edge.

Spike's scream of "Angel" echoed down the empty beach as he came hard in the talented mouth.  Angel felt the thick stream of fluid slide down his throat.  He continued sucking, making sure to wring every precious drop from Spike.  When he felt the erection start to soften, he slowly raised his mouth, giving the shaft one final lick.  Then he twirled his tongue around the slit a few more times before releasing it fully.  Spike lay still beneath him, his chest the only thing moving in a slow rise and fall.  Angel released Spike's hands and crawled along the prone body, taking his mouth once again in a kiss.

Spike hardened again instantly at the feel of Angel's mouth against his.  His tongue explored the inside of Angel's mouth, lingering over the slightly crooked front tooth.  Spike grinned remembering the first time he had seen Angelus smile at him. He flashed what Spike thought were even white teeth, only to reveal the surprising small imperfection.  The young man had been fascinated and asked Angelus one night how his tooth had gotten that way.  Angelus had told him that as a child he was playing with a childhood friend who caused him to trip and fall, and he hit his tooth against the hard ground.  He had lost the tooth and his permanent one grew back in askew.  That was one of Spike's favorite moments and it made him love the flaw even more.  It somehow made Angelus more perfect to him.  From then on, Spike had always tried to make Angelus smile.  Leaving his fond memories, he wrapped his arms around Angel's head and rolled them over so that he was on top.

"God, you make me feel like a horny schoolboy still in my knickers."  Angel laughed as Spike whispered in his ear.

"Oh you think it's funny, do you?"

Before Angel had a chance to respond, Spike was licking a wet trail down his bare chest.  Now it was Angel's turn to be left trembling in want and need.  When Spike reached the top of Angel's trousers, he deftly unbuttoned and removed them in one smooth motion.  Angel's long muscular body lay bare to Spike's hungry eyes.  He surveyed the playing field of Angel's body, mapping each goose bump and shiver struggling for dominance on the exposed flesh.  Spike quickly switched positions, facing away from Angel and straddling his chest.  Spike blew gently on Angel's leaking cock and watched as it quivered.  Angel groaned and thrust towards Spike's mouth.

"You want me to take you in my mouth? Suck you til your toes curl? That what you need pet?"  Spike laid his chest flat against Angel's stomach and took the swollen mushroom shaped head into his mouth.  Angel let out a series of grunts as Spike swallowed every inch into his moist sweet mouth.  He could feel sticky trails of saliva sliding down his shaft and balls as the blonde head bobbed up and down.  The pace was excruciating, and Angel could feel his orgasm building to a roar.  A tingling sensation crept from his feet and worked its way up.  It felt as if he were going deaf to all other sound, the approaching orgasm devouring everything else in its wake.  His toes were curled painfully and his back arched off the blanket, lifting Spike into the air.  Swollen pink lips smiled around a mouthful of cock.  Angel's soft grunts drifted down the beach.

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** Alley Behind Caritas. **

"How did I get stuck checking out the dumpster behind a demon karaoke bar, while Angel is off playing kissie face with Spike?!"

"Cordy, I'm here too you know."  Doyle stepped on a bag that squished wetly beneath his boot.

"Yeah, have you seen where you live?"  Cordy walked off down the alley, looking behind the bags of garbage.

"We're wasting our time.  There's nothing here."  Cordy huffed.

"The Powers gave me a vision for a reason.  You go back inside, maybe that green fella knows something, and I'll keep looking out here"

"Whatever."  Cordy went back inside, leaving Doyle to do the dirty work.

Cordy went to find the tall green-skinned demon.  He was standing off to the side, talking to the bartender, occasionally taking a sip from the drink in his hand.  When he noticed Cordy come back in, he went over to see if she'd found anything.

"Any luck gorgeous?"

"No.  Doyle is outside, he still thinks there's something to find."

"And what do you think?"

"I think we're wasting our time.  Typical of the Powers to not send us all the facts -- again."  Cordy sat down heavily on a barstool.

"Well, you know buttercup, the Powers giveth and they taketh away."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.  Maybe you're not looking in the right place."

"Doyle seems to think this is the spot...so here we stay."

"Suit yourself.  Let Ramone know if you need anything to quench your thirst."  The anagogic demon started to walk towards the back of the bar.

"Wait, before you go - Did you see a guy in here with blonde hair and a look straight out of the 80s?  You know a Billy Idol wannabe, about this tall." she gestured with her hands.  ".blue eyes."

"Ooh, you mean the one with the cheekbones to kill for.  Yeah, he was in here a few days ago.  But I wouldn't wait around if I were you, not after who he left with."

"Let me guess - tall, broad shoulders, caveman brow."  Cordy rolled her eyes.

"That's him.  Friends of yours?"  He asked suddenly interested.

"No."  Cordy stormed outside to find Doyle.  He was sitting on a trashcan head hung between his knees.

"What's wrong with you?  Did you have another vision?"

"I think we found our blonde."  Doyle pointed to the lifeless body wedged in between the wall and the dumpster.  Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her legs were spread-eagle, the left bent at an odd angle.  When Cordy saw her face, she sucked in a breath of stale rotten air.  Her eyes were missing.

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"S-Spike...stop...I-I don't want to come."  Angel's voice was hoarse from begging Spike to do more nasty things to him.

Spike could taste the pre-cum spilling out of Angel's slit at an alarming rate.  Angel was right, he wasn't going to last much longer.  Spike lifted his head and peered over his shoulder at the prone vampire.

"Had enough?"  Spike couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice.  He gave Angel's cock one last lick and went to lie next to him.  His body appeared translucent in the moonlight.  Strong stomach muscles tensed and relaxed taking in deep shaky breaths.  Angel's head rolled to the side, facing Spike.  He had that rare smile on his face again -- the one Spike was starting to think of as special, meant only for him to see.

"You didn't stop me from giving you the blowjob of your LIFE to talk more, did you?  Because I've had enough of talking, now's the time for doing."  Spike moved in to captured Angel's lips in a kiss, but missed and landed a wet one on his neck instead.  This is better.  Spike scooted over so his body was pressed against Angel's side.  He ran his tongue along the broad neck, alternating between kissing and licking.  Angel's skin tasted like the salty air.

"Ow, Spike."  Angel hissed and grabbed his neck.

"You can't be hungry because you just fed."  Angel glared at Spike out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah...but your neck looks so good.  Come on luv, give us a taste."  Spike rolled on top of Angel, pining his arms over his head.

"Let me up."

"No mate, don't think I will."

"Spike."

"Angel."  Spike licked his forehead.  Angel tried to stifle a giggle.  "Ticklish are we?"

"What about here?"  He bent and wrapped his lips around a stiff nipple.  Angel bit his lip and pushed his chest out for more.

This went on for several more minutes, Spike picking out random spots where he thought Angel would be ticklish and then attacking.  Angel's deep laughter filled the air, causing Spike to be jostled on his chest.  Finally Angel's laughter died down and he turned his head to kiss Spike's wrist when he noticed the bruising.  Purplish fingerprints marred the marble white smoothness.  The artist in Angel instantly appreciated the contrast, approved of how the fingerprints spread out like ink spilled on the page.  He moved in closer and gently bit the damaged flesh.  Spike watched him nipping and sucking along his wrist, pink tongue licking the top of his hand.  Suddenly an idea struck him and he leaned down to whisper, "Since we're trying something new, why don't you let me feed you?"  Angel went very still beneath him, blinking slowly.

"Come on...you know you want to know what that bird tasted like."  Spike was the devil on Angel's shoulder.

He watched Angel's throat work as he swallowed, trying or struggling to speak. "Y-Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes...I want to know how she tasted."  Angel's voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes what?" Spike prompted again.

At first Angel didn't answer, but then they were trying things a different way, so he said softly, "Yes, I want you to feed me."

Spike brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit into the flesh, opening a deep cut.  He held his wrist out over Angel's mouth and rubbed the coppery blood faintly against his lips.  Nothing happened.  Spike worried that he wasn't going to take what was being offered, but then Angel's lips parted and let the blood run in.  He didn't suck, but let the blood gather in his mouth until it was full and then swallowed.  Every time he did this, his eyes would flutter close.  His face looked beautiful.

"Drink."  And Angel did.  Latching onto the now colorful wrist with sharp teeth and slick tongue, he pulled huge draughts of blood into his mouth and greedily drank it down.  Strong fingers once more painfully gripped Spike's arm.  Angel was breathing loudly through his nose, tickling the hairs on Spike's arm.  Lean hips rocked back and forth, grinding into the blonde's firm cheeks.  Spike watched the dark orbs of Angel eyes contract, then close in surrender.  The blood tasted so good, so wet in his mouth, coating his teeth and dyeing his tongue red.  Angel was wrapped in a crimson haze and Spike was at the center feeding him.  Suddenly the big body went still and brown eyes snapped opened.  Spike felt as if Angel was seeing him for the first time.  One tear escaped down the side of Angel's face and then he shuddered violently and climaxed.  Spike could feel the still hard erection throbbing against his back, like a heartbeat.

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A harsh cry of release followed Angel's own as the still figure silhouetted against the rocks took in deep ragged breaths of air.  Eyes that never revealed any secrets, stayed glued to the spot of the two vampires on the beach.  // I miss you so much Daddy.  I bet you never think of me. //

Not wanting to leave the two of them alone, but knowing there were games to be played tonight, the silent shape quickly made its way back towards the hotel.  Wide gray eyes watched as the car door opened and closed.  The car revved to life and pulled out of the parking lot.

"You don't mind if I drive do you?  No, of course you don't.  Now what did you say your name was again?"  Silence.  "Oh, that's right Cara.  Well, Cara I have lots of things to show you tonight.  The moon shared a secret with me and I want you to be the first to know. We're going to have so much fun together, you'll see.  Maybe I'll even give you something more to match the bite on your neck."

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