Magic, Mischief, &  Miracles

Authors:  Pet & Foxhunt2blue

Rating: NC-17 (all over rating)

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Disclaimer: Our wonderful Joss created them I had nothing to do with it-wish I had. Frankly the boys would be a lot happier with me as their mama! *web

Feedback: Please feed the baby slash ho's cause they can be quite pathetic. They cry all night if they don't get their daily dose of feedback. *giggle

E-mail: Pet - spikespet2001@yahoo.com; Fox - foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com

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~Part: 1~

Angel sighed and walked a bit faster as he rounded the corner. He'd tried tuning him out, he'd tried 'accidentally' shoving him into the elevator as it was about to close, he'd tried pushing Harmony and her perky breasts into his view so he could distract him.

But to no avail the bleached idiot was still following him as he tried reading the invoice on his way to his office.

"You know it's not nice to bloody well ignore people, pet." Spike was so fucking tired of this and he needed a smoke more than he could say. "I mean after all you ponce I'm your comrade-in-arms, your right hand mate, or is it your left hand?" Patting himself down he sighed in relief as he finally located his smokes. "Warrior for goodness and all that..."  

"So is Wes, so is Fred, so is Gunn---are they following me around like a lost puppy wanting a home? No, and do you know why? Because they are sane, stable and not a fucking little needy brat. Now leave me alone." Angel replied as he opened his office door, then slammed it behind him.  

Spike stopped mere inches from running into the door that was slamming in his face, then frowned. "Well that's sodding rude!"

Pushing the door open he strolled into Angel's office as he lit up a smoke. "You know it ain't like you're the sharpest axe in the closet, but that ain't to say I ignore you, luv." He flopped into the chair across from Angel's desk in a limp sprawl. "And what's this bloody shit about a pup? Ain't a sodding pup...just need some direction...sides you're the boss poof."  

Angel growled low holding back the urge to throw a three year old fit. One that included throwing and breaking shit, and then stomping his foot while whining that he never did anything 'evil' enough for this. Instead he sighed throwing the invoice down on the desk knowing he just 'wouldn't' stop reading the same three lines as long as Spike was there.

Directing what Spike wanted---his attention---at Spike he spoke. "So you want me to give you something to do, right?"  

Spike raised one brow as he blew smoke rings at Angel. "Now you got it, luv. And don't be giving me some bloody job like filing. Been too long since I had myself a good fight...action...danger...you know that sort of thing."

Angel nodded and started to sort through a pile of calls and cases. He picked up a couple of stake-out files, a few payment collections, and then tossed them at Spike. "There you go, pick one, pick all, now leave me be I have work to do."

Snorting Spike looked through the files. "You know Angel this ain't exactly what I was hoping for..." he flicked an ash onto the floor, "...collections? Stake outs? Bloody hell you need to quit being such a pencil pusher." He sighed.

That's when a grin slowly spread across his face---a dangerous grin.

"You know what you need, poof? A good shagging. Does wonders for the soul it does." He waggled his brows at Angel as he exhaled blowing a few more smoke rings at Angel.

Angel ignored him---ignored him hard---then walked over to a stack of weapons that needed polishing and started to rub, wax, and shine. No, he thought to himself, this wasn't an action, an activity that was supposed to remind him of something else. Nope---he sighed and rubbed harder---damn it, damn it.  

Sighing Spike stood---sitting the files on Angel's desk--- then walked to where Angel stood intently polishing the blade of an axe. Grinning he ran his hands down Angel's back. "Remember a time when you did other stuff with those hands. Stuff that kept me coming back for more, pet."

Angel froze his back straightening and his hands stilling. When he spoke his voice was too calm. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now you wanted something to do and I gave you something. So what are you still here for?"  

"Thought you liked my company? Guess I was mistaken now wasn't I?" Spike hopped up on Angel's desk, grinning wider. "And you know bloody well what I'm talking about. Just cause you got yourself a shiny soul and all don't mean you forgot...course you always were a bit of a denial boy. Can't be honest about the past now can you when you ain't being sodding honest about the present. Seem to have forgotten who you're talking, too." Spike chuckled. "Said you needed a shagging didn't say with who though now did I, luv."

Turning to Spike he tried to twist this away from him--- his past. "All you think about is sex do you know that? It's scary and 'you' may need therapy for it. Let's look into that---shall we?"  

Spike snorted. "I'm a bloody vampire just like you ponce. Sex, blood, rock and roll ain't that what it's all about. When's the last time you had a night out? Just having fun and all that? A few drinks after a good hunt?" He crossed his arms over his chest and winked at Angel. "And you say I need therapy? Bloody hell, but your arse is a lame excuse for a vampire."

"That's right I am. Maybe it's because I don't want to be one anymore. Remember Shanshu, human, a good normal life. Yeah that's my goal. So yeah boring, don't want to hang around the boring, old dude. Go, have fun, find a nice girl, or guy---whatever."

Angel turned away opening the liquor cabinet---he needed a freaking drink. He hated it when Spike did this to him. First it was the annoying, then it was the 'give me something to do'. It was always the underlying innuendo to a time Angel tried to wipe away every time he had to look into Spikes too blue eyes. Then finally it reached the 'how much of a stupid, idiotic, boring, lifeless vampire' he'd become. It was tired, it was old and Angel didn't need to be reminded. He was well aware of just how lame he was.  

Opening his mouth to reply Spike was rudely interrupted by a wild eyed Wes storming through the door. "Angel those Cateris demons that have been dealing Mysticol we've located..." Wes stopped in mid sentence and glanced from Angel---who frankly looked as if he were quite ready to explode---to the smirking Spike and back.

"Oh...I am quite sorry I had no idea that you and Spike were having a meeting. Perhaps this can wait."

"Hey, now Percy what was that about demons I heard? About bloody well time." Spike hopped off Angel's desk grabbing one of the axes from the wall. "Now this is the kind of fun I was talking about, pet."

Angel whipped around and rushed to Wes grabbing his arms with a grin.  "Yeah, demons---we love demons. I mean hate...grrrr...so we get to kill things, lots of things---right?"

Wes' eyes went wide as he cleared his throat.

"Ummm...Angel you're hurting me..." a squeaking noise escape Wes' throat.

Snorting Spike began twirling the axe. "Hey Percy where we taking ol' Captain Forehead, too? Boy needs some sodding fun." He chuckled at Wes' squeak.

Angel pulled Wes into a hug. Releasing him Angel practically hopped over to the weapons, grabbing his sword, his coat, and hopped back. "So let's go come on kill stuff, weee---where are we going?"  

Shaking his head in confusion Wes cleared his throat and watched Angel bounce across the room. "Danival's Mystical Herbarium. It's over on Klein and Roberts. Apparently the owner has close ties with the Cateris Prince. It appears he has a lab beneath his shop. Will you and Spike be enough or shall I request security send a task force as well?"

He slowly began backing towards the door nervously.  

"Oh, me and pansy boy should be able to handle it, pet." Spike licked his thumb running it along the blade of his axe. "Cateris demons ain't that bloody tough."

A terrified look crossed Angel's face, again. "What you're not coming, or Gunn, or Fred...come on kill things with me."  

Spike rolled his eyes at Angel's outburst. "Now look you bloody bugger ain't no need to mess about with the gang. Sure that Percy here has something far better to do than waste his time on a little thing like this. Maybe get his head boy papers in order or some sort of other watcher type thing---don't ya Percy, luv?"

Nodding vigorously Wes backed out the door. "Yes, I do have a meeting with one of my research assistants. Fred I believe is at lunch with Harmony, and Gunn was to be in court today."

Angel pouted sullenly and slid on his coat. Walking out his shoulders slumped he dragged his sword to the elevator.

Great now I can't even get stress relief from Spike, Angel thought, by killing things. What could be worse?

Just then Harmony bounded up to him. "Bossie what's the matter? Oh, I see let me fix." Harmony licked her fingers and reached up spiking a few flattened hairs on Angel's head. "There all pretty again---now go kill things big guy."

Angel sighed, pushed the elevator button, and thought--- Yep, that was worse, definitely.

"Now don't be acting all sad sack, luv. Demons to kill and maybe a bit of fun in the package." Spike bounced into the elevator behind Angel. "We taking the Viper?"

"Yes." Angel said tiredly, and then said no more.

***

When the elevator stopped at the garage they exited heading to the Viper and Angel drove them to Danival's. The trip went quietly with nothing more than an occasional growl every time Spike went for the radio. A few minutes later they arrived. Getting out Angel activated the car alarm and headed for the store.

"What you think, peaches?" Spike raised a brow. "You take the back and I take the front?"

"Quit hitting on me." Angel glared at Spike.

"Hitting on---you?" Spike snorted. "As if you'd bloody well know if I was!" Grumbling beneath his breath Spike headed around to the front of the building. "White sodding elephant. Could hit on your bloody arse and you'd be clueless..."

Angel glared harder then headed around the back. Finding the door unlocked he pushed it in and moved as slow, and stealthy as he could. His mind wasn't on task.

What?, he thought, I'm hot all the girls say so. They hit on me all the fucking time---you little shit. He headed around a corner and down a hall.

***

Spike kicked in the front door---furious with Angel and his rock hard skull. "Bloody ponce...always thinks he's the boss...never knows a good thing when it bites him on his arse..." he moved through the darkened shop his night vision seeking out any other-worldly movement.

What he saw were shelves and more shelves of herbal remedies. Remedies for everything from warts to headaches to...

"Now what have we got here, luv?" Spike shifted his axe to his shoulder picking up a bottle with two separated sides.

One side of the bottle contained a blue liquid and the other side a seafoam green powder. The label was in a Deepokian dialect. He was a bit rusty, but he could make out enough of the odd symbols.

"An aphrodisiac..." Spike grinned humming to himself as he dropped the bottle in his duster pocket. "Just what I was bloody well looking for..." he headed back towards the rear of the building whistling to himself.

***

When Spike finally reached the back Angel was surrounded by Cateris. Their long tentacle-like arms swiping at Angel and their huge jaws snapping. Seeing Spike---Angel called out.

"Little help if you could. Seems when I tried to talk to them I insulted their mother."

Rushing across the room Spike shifted into game face as he leapt onto an overturned table. "Bloody hell Angel can't leave you for five minutes!" He yelled over the roar of the extremely pissed off Cateris demons.

Swinging the axe Spike sliced off one tentacle as it shot out towards him. "Champion boy aim for the eye cluster!"

Angel snorted and shoved the sword forward into one of the Cateris eye clusters muttering. "I knew that igit." Then he ripped the sword out---the demon dropping---as he proceeded to move around watching both Spike and the demons all at once.

"Little punk ass teenage Cateris demons!" Spike growled. "Gonna run to your mum and bloody well squeal about the big bads taking out..." a tentacle swung out slapping Spike across the face hard. The collision sent him flying through a glass wall into a green-house. Spike cursed as he landed in a pile of manure with a splat.

Angel roared. "Now who's going to save whose ass--- huh?" He swung the sword and took off three demon heads at once, and then picked up Spike's axe. Using both weapons he shoved his way through stabbing into the next demon's eyes. "Now get out of the shit you shit head."

Growling Spike stood up knocking clumps of manure from his coat. "Shit head my arse now give me my bloody axe, ponce!" Spike snarled as another Cateris launched itself at him.

"Now would be a good time, peaches!"

Throwing the axe to Spike he turned back into the fight there was only three left and he went for the two clumped together. Spike caught the axe in mid-flight turning on a dime and swung it in a wide arc. A split second later the Cateris in hot pursuit of him found itself sliced neatly in half. Pepto-pink slime splashed across the walls as Spike ducked beneath an overturned shelf.

A final gurgle was heard, and then nothing---for a few minutes---until a very agitated cough and a voice boomed out. "Spike!" Then a bit more angry. "SPIKE!!"

Spike's head popped up from behind the shelf and he began laughing. He stumbled as he tried to stand, and then gasped for an unneeded breath as tears rolled down his face. "Al...always...knew pink was your color, luv."

Growling Angel proceeded to shake hard. Most of the pink goo on his clothes and body flying on to Spike. He started to laugh as well until he saw his black ninety-five dollar shirt turning all kinds of colors. Colors that weren't black and he actually whimpered falling to a box holding it out as he mourned it.

Spike walked over to Angel carefully side stepping entrails and slapped him on the back. "Hey now ain't like you can't buy another, peaches." He held out a hand and grinned. "How about that beer now?"

Fangs lengthening---just enough so he could look menacing and still have human face--- he gritted out. "I'm going to drink, but I don't want you touching me. You did this on purpose. It's not the fact I can buy another it's the principle, you have 'no' fucking respect for peoples things."

He stood and shook more goo out of his hair then roared as he picked up his sword stomping out to the Viper. Opening the door, then popping the trunk he removed a tarp to cover the seats to keep from ruining 'his' car.

Spike bit his lip to keep from laughing as he followed Angel back to the car. At least he got him to agree to that drink. He dropped his axe in the trunk and tried to shake what slime and manure he could off himself.

As he got into the car---carefully sitting on the tarp---he felt the weight in his pocket. Smiling to himself he patted the pocket. "Maybe a bit more than a bloody drink..." he mumbled.

"Just a drink and don't even plan on making me regret it. You pull any stunts at the bar and I will stake you." Angel growled as he pulled out and headed to the bar.

***  

They arrived a few minutes later the bar not too far away from the shop and Angel pulled into the parking lot. Glaring at Angel from the corner of his eye Spike slipped out of the car taking off his smelly and disgustingly slimy duster. He slipped his hand into the pocket and removed the small bottle tucking it into his jeans pocket along with his smokes.

"No problems peaches don't much care for stakes." He mumbled as he walked to the bar pushing the door open with a snort.

Angel threw his coat off as well and followed not too far behind. He rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned two buttons so he wouldn't have goo next to his throat. He sat in one of the booths and Spike slid into the seat on the other side. A moment later a waitress walked up to their booth.

"What can I get you two boys you look like you've had a rough day."

"Whiskey as old and as strong as you got the bottle and a glass."

The waitress nodded glancing at Spike. "And you sweetness?"

"Bottle of tequila and keep the beers coming, pet." He grinned at Angel across the table. "Nothing like a cold beer with a tequila chaser."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Whatever...I see you also have a alcohol problem, but a person with one addiction always has more than one so...whatever."

The waitress reappeared sitting down a bottle of whiskey, a glass, a bottle of tequila, and two bottles of house beer. "Enjoy fellas."

Angel poured a glass of whiskey and tipped it back immediately, then poured another. That one followed suit. Then he picked up one of the beers sipping it.

Pouring a shot of tequila Spike grinned at Angel. "That was some bloody good fighting you did back there, peaches." He took a swig of his beer, then tossed back the shot of tequila hissing at the burn in his throat.

"You know if your wanting to wash up a bit I won't take offense."

Trailing his hand through his hair, a bit of goo came out with his fingers. Angel nodded and grabbed a napkin wiping his hand. "Yea, good idea. I'll be right back." Sliding out of his seat Angel headed off to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

As soon as Angel vanished into the bathroom Spike removed the bottle from his pocket and quickly scanned the label. The blue liquid was poured into the whiskey glass and Spike watched as it swirled and dissipated. Then he shook the green powder into his own beer shaking it up. Whistling to himself he tucked the now empty bottle into his pocket.

Now all he had to do was wait for Angel---they had to drink at the same time---then the fun would begin.

***

Angel came back a few minutes later and slid back into the booth his hair practically goo free and he seemed just a bit less stressed for it. "Good news it doesn't make your hair fall out and it's pretty easy to wash out. After all it is crappy hand soap they use in these places."

He picked up the whiskey glass and then paused looking at Spike. "You can go clean up too. No reason to sit like that if you don't want."

"Yeah just a sec though..." Spike spoke up, "...thought I'd toast us first though." He lifted his beer. "To a bloody great fight." He waited cautiously for Angel to lift his drink. This had to be timed just right.

Angel lifted his drink and tapped it off Spike's beer his face a bit confused. "To a good fight."

Grinning Spike tipped his head and they both tossed back their drinks at the same time. Spike chugging his beer and Angel tipping back his whiskey. Slamming his glass down Angel made a satisfied sound.

"Damn tastes better every glass...love whiskey."

"Well now then...let me see if I can get myself a bit cleaned up." Spike stood and headed to the bathroom as he did a warmth spread through his stomach that had nothing to do with the alcohol. "Be back in a bit, peaches. Feel free to sample the tequila. Cuervo Gold...best damn tequila north of bloody Mexico."

He headed for the men's room humming happily to himself.

Angel nodded glancing at the tequila. He reached over and picked it up and at the same time a tingle, sort of like a fizz feeling only much---much lower---began. He glanced down at his crotch and couldn't help looking at it oddly.

Sitting back---tequila in hand---the feeling was still there but it slowly faded bit by bit. He poured a shot of tequila knocked it back with a shrug. The alcohol must be 'damn' good.

Still humming Spike returned to the table wondering if Angel was feeling anything on his end. He slid into the booth beads of water glistening in his damp hair and grinned at Angel.

"So how's the Cuervo, pet?"

Angel in mid tip of another shot spit it out when he saw Spike with his wet, dripping hair in sexy disarray. He coughed rubbing his throat while wiping himself off with his other hand. His body felt like it was on fire. "It's fine thanks." He muttered.

Raising a brow Spike grabbed his beer and tipped it back swallowing. "You okay, luv? Seem a bit flustered you do." He took another drink and licked his lips as he reached in his pocket for his smokes. "Don't mind...?" he tilted his head at the smoke as he fished for his lighter his eyes glittering.

Angel swallowed when he saw Spike stretch his throat to the side exposing the mark he had made so long ago-- -when he wasn't Angel, but Angelus. He picked up the bottle and started to chug. If he could pass out before he entertained any of the thoughts blooming in his brain, he thought,  he would be all right.

When Angel didn't answer his question Spike shrugged and pulled out his lighter flicking it. He brought the blue flame to the tip, then inhaled deeply. Dropping the lighter he pursed his lips as he exhaled.

"You sure you okay? You seem a bloody bit off."

Oh, god that voice, Angel thought, it was fucking laced with sex---wasn't it? He nodded to himself in answer--- yes, yes it was. He pulled the bottle away as he slowly slid down in his seat.

"Aye...just...peachy, William. Do...I...look...peachy?"

Warmth spread across Spike's belly and he felt his cock twitch. "Peachy...yeah...just bloody peachy..." he bit his lip to keep the moan in his throat from escaping. It had been sodding ages since he heard that rich brogue in Angel's voice, Spike thought, and the sound of it was sweeter than honey to his ears.

Angel smelled arousal now, his cock stirred and he growled, but this growl wasn't an angry or stressed growl. It was an entirely different kind of growl. He spoke softly . "I'm thinkin' lad we need to leave...go home."

"Home..." Spike sighed the ache in his groin intensifying with each passing second. "Home sounds bloody fan- fucking-tastic..." he groaned softly his eyes twinkling as they traveled across his beloved sire's face.

Pulling out a wad of cash Angel counted out what he thought was enough, then threw a load more down and stood. "Time ta leave Will come on."

Spike shifted across the seat and stood as he felt his cock swell and strain against his jeans. Taking a deep unneeded breath he headed towards the door thinking he was about to get as bloody lucky as one souled vamp could get.

***

They made it to the car, but unfortunately not into the car. Angel turned Spike around before he could get to the passenger side and slammed him against the trunk--- kissing him soundly.

Spike moaned as Angel claimed his mouth crushing his aching body to the trunk of the Viper. His arms lifted, his hands threading in Angel's wild hair as he bit at Angel's lower lip. His hips lifted up pressing into Angel and a whimper escaped his lips when he felt an equally hard cock meet his.

Growling and moaning Angel reached back to grip Spike's ass, but that seemed to be the trigger. The trigger that screamed 'DANGER souled atoning Vampire, DANGER'. He let go and pulled back wiping his lips.

"What the fuck was that?"

"A kiss...one hell of a bloody kiss, peaches." Spike smirked at Angel stretching like a contented cat.

Angel moaned, then closed his eyes tight and speaking carefully. "Get...in...the...fucking car...now."

"Party pooper..." Spike grumbled as he stood slinking to the passenger side. He opened the door and slid into the seat licking his lips---tasting Angel and wanting more.

Opening his eyes---once he thought it was safe---Angel saw Spike in the car and ran to the door. Opening the door he climbed in and shoved the key in the ignition starting up the car. Once inside he got a strong whiff of Spike's arousal in the small space of the Viper and he turned. Gripping the back of Spike's head by his hair he smashed their lips together again.

Spike clawed at Angel's shirt not caring what Angel thought he yanked it from the waistband of his pants. His hands slid beneath the stained silk and he moaned at the feel of Angel's cool smooth skin beneath his palms. His tongue slid into Angel's mouth dancing and fighting for domination.

Pushing into Spike's hands Angel felt them graze his nipples and once again the alarm bells and the robotic voice chimed in. He pulled away and screamed.

"FUCK!!" He turned back around adjusting his raging hard-on. Slamming the Viper into gear he sped out of the parking lot---the Viper skidding.

"Not quite, luv." Spike whispered with a wide grin as he adjusted his own straining cock. "Give it a bit though and it might be."

"NO, NO, NO, NO!!" Angel screamed louder as he pushed the gas pedal harder making the car zoom faster. He kept his eyes ahead and refused to look over towards Spike.

Spike's hand slithered across the space between them and settled on Angel's thigh. "Now don't be like that, peaches." He purred softly as he kneaded the taunt muscle in Angel's thigh.

The hand on his thigh caused him to swerve off the road into the brace of the bridge. He pulled Spike physically from his seat into his lap and bucked his hips hard into him while he reared up and bit at his lips, then licked them.

Spike let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan as he ground his ass into Angel's cock. "God... bloody fuck all...want you now..." he nipped at Angel's lips. His hands roamed over Angel's body like they hadn't in over a century and it was as if no time had passed. "Shag me, luv..."

Ding, ding, ding!

Angel shoved Spike back into his own seat. His hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. He slowly pulled back onto the road and speed up. Turning the radio on he rolled the windows down. He had to stop, had to stop---fuck he wanted inside Spike so fucking bad---NOOO...god damn it, he thought.

Grunting Spike rolled his eyes trying to get a grip on his emotions. Kicking the seat back he closed his eyes tight and his hand drifted to his crotch. Slowly he began rubbing the heel of his hand against the denim bound ache and he moaned. "Killing me, peaches..."

"God no, anything but masturbating in front of me Spike. Oh, god please have a little fucking mercy." Angel whined slamming the Viper into a higher gear. Two more minutes, they would be back and could go their separate ways.

Spike moaned turning his head and looked at Angel with wide dilated eyes the color of polished sapphires. "Jesus H. Christ on a three legged goat...cock feels like it's bloody well gonna explode. Explode! And you're begging for mercy?" Growling deep in his throat Spike shifted himself as much as he could--considering the situation.

"YES YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH, what do you think I AM GOING THROUGH..I haven't fucked anyone since Buffy and that SUCKED!" Angel screamed then cut off on the last word. "Didn't say that...oh, god I didn't say that."

Looking up he saw W&H and internally whooped. He turned on the right road---maybe a bit too hard---then swooped into the parking garage. Picking any freaking spot he ended up halfway in one and another. Jumping out he left the key in the ignition running and tried to act like he wasn't doing the fucking five second sprint to the elevator.

Spike was hot on Angel's heels as he hit the elevator.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" Spike roared as he blocked the door skidding into the elevator and straight into Angel. With the impact of the collision Spike fell on his ass with a grunt.

Angel pinned himself against the wall of the elevator closing his eyes tightly.

"Isn't in here, isn't in here, isn't in here. Just me, just me, just me."

"God dammit you bloody ponce!" Spike pulled himself to his feet painfully as his cock strained harder against his zipper. "Ain't just you in here, peaches!" He snapped as he grabbed Angel's face in his hands. "Open your sodding eyes you pansy-arsed vampire!"

Angel's eyes snapped open tinged with yellow his fist smacking over and pushing the emergency stop. The elevator jerked to a stop and Angel slowly backed Spike up to the other elevator wall.

"There open, happy now?"

When Spike's back hit the wall he reached down to Spike's pants and jerked the waist---buttons popping and flying. He wrenched them down, then pushed his knee between Spike's legs and spread them wide. Pushing up his leg Spike slowly lifted off the ground--- his toes barely touching---the pants hanging around his boots.

Angel grinned a very Angelus-like grin, then flipped Spike around pushing his face against the wall, pulling his ass out then he murmured. "I should fucking let you stay like his for hours. Just holding you, making you think *I* *may* *fuck* *you* how's that sound?"

Moaning Spike swayed his hips. "Whatever you wish, sire. Always was your little whore...but please in bloody fucking heaven's name...bugger me already, luv!"

"SHIT! No magic words that's fucking cheating, Will!"

Spike glanced over his shoulder licking his lips. "Magic word wouldn't happen to be 'whore' would it now?" He swayed his hips again rising up on his toes.

"Yesss...and that other one. You used two at once that's double badness...so fucking paying for it, too." Angel growled through his teeth as he struggled with, then finally ripped open his own pants. Gripping his cock he moved closer, then began rubbing it up Spike's crease. At the contact he faltered again. "FUCK! FUCK...oh, god we can't I can't..." Angel started to pull back again.

"God in bloody heaven...please, sire..." Spike whimpered pushing back against the feel of Angel's cock sliding between his quivering cheeks. "Sodding bastard...bloody tease..."

"Call me something worse." Angel murmured staying where he was, his fingers still digging into Spike's hips.

"Fucking bloody arse hole!" Spike screamed his legs trembling. "If you don't bugger me I swear to god I'll stake your sorry pathetic pansy arse! Fucking prick tease!" Spike wailed. "Worthless bastard! Some fucking champion can't even keep his cock up long enough to give a mate a decent buggering!!"

"Bingo, good boy." Angel whispered pulling his hips back, then pushing forward hard and fast. Sinking into Spike he froze once he was seated and shuddered hard, his hand reaching up to thread in Spike's hair. "Oh, fuck yesss...!!"

Spike let out a pain filled howl of pleasure.

"Please...sodding bastard...yesss..." he hissed at the burn as Angel's cock split him open. "Damn you move!"

"Why didn't you just ask?" Angel whispered in Spike's ear as he pulled back and angled his hips---thrusting back in.

Spike threw back his head wailing like a banshee on an acid trip when Angel's cock slammed into his prostate. A jolt of burning heat traveled straight to his throbbing cock and his arms quivered with each following thrust. This was what he'd wanted for far too long. "Yesss...sire...please...fuck your sweet whorish childe!"

"Oh, you little seducing shit, keep talking, keep talking to me!" Angel cried out as he moved deeper, and thrust harder. He reached around and gripped Spike's cock stripping it hard in his fist in time with his thrusts.

"Yes please...fuck me harder, sire!" Spike wailed with each brutal thrust of Angel's cock. His cock twitched and jerked with each stroke of Angel's fist. "God damn you...love those bloody hands...squeeze harder...God yesss..." he growled as he began pushing back into each of Angel's thrusts, then pushed forward into Angel's grip and whined in need.

"Lots of other things about me you like, too." Angel growled softly as he changed into game face and scraped his fangs along Spike's neck. His thrusts and pumping only growing in pace, angle, and passion.

"Pleasss..." Spike's wails reached a crescendo, "...do it sire...do it!"

"As you wish, Will...always exactly as you wish." Angel whispered, then he sank his fangs into Spike's neck. As soon as Spike's blood hits his tongue Angel's thrusts grew more erratic and he came seconds later with a roar around Spike's throat---hips jerking and shuddering with his release.

Spike screamed in ecstasy as Angel pierced his throat the feel of Angel's seed filling him causing him to scream, again. Seconds later he came hard---splattering against the wall of the elevator. His body shook, convulsed, and finally a spark of heat spread out through his pelvis. "Sire..." he croaked in a raw voice as his legs collapsed beneath him.

Angel caught Spike as he fell. After all it would've hurt considering he was still inside Spike, he thought. Somehow he managed to press the emergency button and the elevator resumed its climb. When the doors finally opened Angel and Spike fell out onto the penthouse floor. The room was quiet the only noise the whir of the elevator.

Letting out a wooshing sound as they hit the floor Spike gasp. "You're squishing me you bloody...ponce..."

Angel didn't reply, but pulled out of Spike long enough to strip himself of his clothing, then he started to working on Spike's. When they were both naked he climbed back on top of Spike and pulled his arms above his head slowly.

Squirming Spike swallowed hard and looked up into Angel's dark eyes. He hadn't had the energy to stop Angel from stripping him, but now he had his second breath. He twisted his arms trying to pull from Angel's grip, yet not really trying. "What do you think your doing you sodding bastard?" Spike growled low in his throat his eyes flickering between gold and blue.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Angel asked softly when he finally had Spike's arms pulled taut, his body arching up a bit to Angel's own.

"Trying to drive me insane you horny nutter!"" Spike twisted against Angel and moaned as his cock brushed against Angel's. "God...you bloody bastard---already? How horny can one bloody vampire be?"

"Well according to you, I never get any and I needed to get some fun. Sex, blood, and rock-n-roll---right? Well, I had me some blood, rock-n-roll on the way home, now I am going to be not so 'stick up the ass' and have me some sex. You want to help me don't you?"

"Help you?" Spike pushed his hips up rubbing against Angel, threw his head back, and moaned. "Guess you have a point, sire."

Angel grinned and rubbed his hard cock down Spike's crease. "I have lots of points my William."

Spike whimpered as he rubbed against what he wanted.

"Driving me mad, luv. You promised to stake me now bloody well get on with it."

Pushing forward Angel encased himself inside Spike once again. "Demanding, demanding, demanding now aren't we lad?"

Crying out Spike's back bowed as he lifted his legs wrapping them around Angel's hips. He pushed back into Angel's thrust and whimpered. "Always liked that...always loved me being your demanding little whore..."

"There's that word again. Remember when it took me months to even get it muttered. You and your Victorian sensibilities. And now it comes out every other three sentences. But you're right I did, I thrived on it."

"Want to hear it...sire. Tell me who I am..." Spiked moaned and twisted beneath Angel. "Bloody hell...please...bugger me now..."

Angel grinned and pulled Spike's arms tighter---the movement jarring his cock inside Spike, but he stayed still. "You want me to say it? Then you want me to move? Or do you want me to move? Then you want me to say it? Lots of options here, Will."

Angel's cock shifted against Spike's prostate and he let out a low whine. "Christ help me...bloody bastard just move already!" He writhed and twisted his hips frantically. "Tell me...fuck me...don't care, pet. Just do it already!"

Angel sighed a mock put-upon sigh moving Spike's legs higher up on his back, then reared up so Spike's ass was tilted up higher. Pulling back he slammed back in, again, and again. He moved his mouth to Spikes ear whispering. "My whore, my beautiful whore."

Screaming as Angel pounded into his ass angling it just right Spike clawed at the floor. Then he felt Angel lean in closer a ghost of air at his ear as Angel spoke those words. The words that drove him to the point of no return.

"Yes...yes yours, sire. Always yours...no one else's." He tilted his head baring his throat in a show of submission.

Angel trailed his fingertips down Spike's throat while his thrusts kept the same tempo and pace. "If I knew it would be this easy to get you to listen to me. I would have been having sex with you a lot sooner. Do you want something?"

"What do you think you ponce!" Spike wailed. "Want you always wanted you...bloody hell...want your cock...want it so sodding bad..."

"And what's this then? A sugar stick, a twig, a dildo. I do believe it's my cock inside you and moving no less, yes?" Angel replied a very pointed thrust to Spike's prostate with each descriptive word.

"Fucking bloody hell! Yes...feel it...so sodding huge..." Spike whimpered as Angel battered his prostate. "Touch me...please, sire!" He growled in need and want.

"Are you a good boy? Do you think you deserve to be touched?"

"Yes...God please, daddy. I've been bloody good...swear it, sire. Your good little slut..." he moaned and thrust back as good as he could. The feel of Angel inside him, moving and impaling him---God, he'd wanted this for so long.

Angel gripped Spike's cock starting to pump and hum. "Well, we'll leave that up to interpretation, but I'll humor you for now. Come on baby scream pretty for daddy."

Spike thrust his hips back wildly and let out a scream. Pinned like this beneath Angel made him harder than he thought possible. "Close...bloody close!" He squirmed as Angel's grip tightened. "Please daddy let your little whore cum..."

"With me, with me." Angel murmured and he started to jerk harder, faster and deeper into Spike until he whispered. "Now...now, Will, now."

Spike's back bowed as he wailed his cock swelling and exploding. Cum splattered over Angel's fist and onto his belly. His head thrashed and he found himself begging in what could only be a foreign language---if it was a language at all.

Cumming at the same time Angel gripped Spike harder to keep a hold on him while he thrashed and bucked. When they both calmed Angel pulled out and rolled to his back panting needlessly as he looked up at the ceiling. "It's still here, god the feeling is still here."

Swallowing hard Spike went limp. "...feeling..." he panted. "Never left me, luv."

Angel clenched his eyes shut and he staggered to his feet shaking his head. "No, can't...can't...wrong...it's wrong. Feeling this feeling is wrong." He turned and started for the bedroom. The smell and the knowledge that Spike was right behind him making his cock stir, but he growled at it and kept walking steadfast in the knowledge that he had to stop this.

Spike struggled to his feet the warmth from earlier spreading through his belly again. "Don't do this, sire..." he whispered, "...you always walk away from me you bloody bastard!" He moved across the floor following Angel his brow furrowing in anger. "How can this be wrong, pet?"

Turning the shower knob harshly Angel growled. "It just is Spike. And as you so clearly said I'm the Sire so don't question me."

"Question?" Spike growled. "Well someone bloody well needs to question you!" He stormed into the shower. "What makes you so sodding perfect! Yeah, we're vampires...yeah your the sire, but I'm yours! Your childe...your companion! Damn you Angel! Quit being a ponce and act like what you are---a master vampire!" He slammed Angel into the wall.

Angel growled and slammed Spike back against the shower wall cracking the tile. His fangs lengthened as he growled menacingly. "What is with you and telling me I'm a 'fucking' vampire? I know what I am."

"Apparently not!" Spike screamed. "You never act like it! You are my sire! Mine dammit!" Spike's face shifted his eyes shimmering gold.

"So 'fucking' what? And you're a Master Vampire now what the hell do you need me for?"

Spike's eyes widened as his face shifted back. "Are you that stupid? Bloody fuck all, Angel! You were my best friend, the closest I ever came to having a real mentor or lover!" Spike turned away swallowing hard. "Just bloody well forget it..." his voice dropped to a whisper. He squirmed against Angel's grip and snarled. "Let me the fuck go! Isn't that what you want?"

"YES!!" Angel screamed his hands moving to Spike's throat , then he repeated softer. "Yes." His fingers caressed over his mark. "But I can't...I can't...can I? I've tried but you keep coming back and 'I' keep finding ways for you to stay."

"Cause we're linked you bloody sod..." Spike let his eyes drift shut, "...linked together until we're destroyed one or the other, luv. I always knew where you were, Angel. Even if you bloody well didn't know it or maybe cause you were always denying it..." he let out an unneeded breath. "All I ever wanted was to be near you...near my sire."

"You're such a sap, Willy." Angel whispered, but he kissed Spike's mark. "Such a needy...craving...sap."

"Sure...sap, but I'll bloody well deny it if you tell anyone..." turning he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Angel's lips. "You big ponce...you were always the most important thing to me. When you went and got that shiny soul and left...wasn't cause you had the soul I hated you..." his voice cracked a bit as his eyes lowered, "...it was cause you went and left me, luv."

"Can't take the reminders of all you did wrong, can't take the one person who will make it better, can't be happy. Couldn't be happy, wasn't supposed to be happy. I was supposed to suffer. I can't suffer with you, you won't let me. I don't feel it, I just feel want, desire and possession I feel..." Angel trailed off as he ran his face along Spike's. "Shhh...no more talking. Lift up, wrap yours legs around my waist."

Spike swallowed hard cursing himself for a ponce. Bracing his hands on Angel's shoulders he pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Angel's waist. He looked into Angel's eyes and shook his head internally. All he had said to Angel was true, but he had never intended to let it out like this. It was as if his bloody hormones were running wild.

Grabbing the soap Angel soaped up his hands trailing them down to Spike's entrance---playing and tracing tiny circles. "Did I ever tell you how much I love watching your face?"

Spike whimpered and gasped at the feel of Angel's hands on him---teasing him. "No...never..." Spike leaned into Angel his face settling into the curve of his throat.

Angel smacked Spike's ass lightly. "So I tell you that and you hide it. Look at me."

Rubbing against Angel's throat Spike peered up with wide dilated eyes. "Yes, sire." He whispered.

Angel chuckled and sank one then two fingers inside Spike slowly starting to thrust them. "Maybe you'll give me more now than that. Think Daddy can get your eyes now...and actually level with mine?"

Rearing up his eyes met Angel's gaze head on as they shifted between blue and gold again. A soft moan rippled through him as Angel's fingers thrust into him. He felt odd and for a moment it crossed his mind that he shouldn't have done what he had at the bar.

"Please..." he whimpered as he pushed back on Angel's fingers. "Fuck me, daddy..." he squirmed, "...fuck your little whore...please..."

"Shh...you never let me play. Let me play. I just want you to feel good." Angel whispered as he twisted his fingers edging closer and closer to Spikes prostate until they finally reached it. He brushed the fingers ever so softly against it.

Spike growled and writhed against the slick tile wall. "Does bloody well feel good..." a whimper escaped him, "...want you...don't matter how. Make me feel good, luv."

Angel licked up Spike's neck to his jaw placing tiny, almost butterfly soft kisses while he thrust gentle and deep, his fingers brushing Spikes prostate each time. "You have me, no one else has me now, just you."

Soft whines escaped Spike as Angel's fingers tickled that perfect spot deep inside him. That combined with Angel's tongue sliding along his throat and then the gentle butterfly kisses were driving him nuts. He wanted to whine, whimper, and even---sob? Shit, Spike thought, what the hell was wrong with him? Why was he feeling so bloody gay?

"Angel..." he moaned as his prostate was grazed again sending a surge of fire straight to his aching cock.

"What Will, tell me come on tell me?" Angel replied as he keeps thrusting---his free hand coming around to trail up Spike's hard cock.

"...I...I..." he whimpered and twisted in a mixture of need and of all things fear. "...l..lo...love you..." he finally spit out and then his eyes went wide in shock. Did I bloody well say that, he wondered? "Shit oh god dammit..." he moaned as Angel hit his prostate again. I've lost my sodding mind, he thought.

"What was that? Tell me again I don't think I heard you right?" Angel whispered a tiny grin stretching his lips.

"Nothing!" Spike snapped. He whimpered as Angel twisted his fingers. "I swear...nothing, pet!" Spike yelped.

Angel removed his fingers and sighed "Well, then all right. I was sure I heard something come on lets wash up and get out."

"You bloody bastard!" Spike screamed in frustration. "Don't you dare you bloody ponce! Don't you fucking dare!" Spike howled clinging to Angel like a sheet of Saran wrap.

Angel looked at Spike like he had lost his mind. "What? What...WHAT? Jesus Spike."

Spike's eyes flashed gold as he tightened his legs and arms around Angel. He felt like a desperate monkey in a banana tree. "Don't you 'what me' you pansy-arsed vampire!"

"Then tell me." Angel said an eyebrow raising. He was having way too much fun with this. It'd been awhile since Angel had been able to tease Spike like this and he didn't know what was causing the ease, but hell if he was going to give it up right now.

"Tell you? TELL YOU?!" Spike's voice rose in a shrill shriek reminiscent of Drusilla. "Don't you dare get me hard and wanting, and then toss me off the pot! What the bloody hell do you want me to say?! Fuck me! Just bloody well FUCK...ME!"

"No...no not that. Tell me what I know I heard. What you now won't repeat and I'll be inside you just like you want and everything will be right as rain. But I will not move, I will not even think about being inside you until you tell me."

Spike's lower lip pushed out in a childish pout. "Didn't say bloody squat..." he mumbled trying to squirm so he could get some friction on his aching cock. "Don't have a bloody clue what you're going on about."

Angel lowered Spike's legs from around his waist rinsed off and got out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist he began whistling as he walked to his bedroom. Staring at Angel's retreating back and a slow vicious growl worked its way up Spike's throat.

"Oh, no you don't you bloody fucking tease!" Taking off out of the shower soaking wet Spike tackled Angel slamming him to the bed in a wild tangle of limbs. "Bastard! Bloody fucking pig blood sucking, pansy- arsed, Armani wearing, vampire wanna be!!" With each word he slammed his fist into Angel's back like a hysterical school girl. If he'd had nails he would have clawed the bloody bastard's eyes out of his head, Spike thought.

Chuckling Angel reached back flipped Spike to his back, then straddled him grabbing his wrists. Looking down at Spike a smile curled Angel's lips. "Why are you acting like a spurned woman?"

Suddenly Spike went still his eyes narrowing. "A spurned woman?" He sat up tugging his arms trying to escape Angel's grip. "Ain't no bloody woman, git! You want to hear it? DO YOU?! Fine! I love your bloody annoying arse!"

Angel smiled softly bending over and kissing Spike. Pulling back he removed his towel. "Now see how hard was that? Huh? Tell me again."

Spike crossed his arms across his chest an irate expression on his face. His eyes lowered to where his cock was still rock-hard against his belly and he sighed. "I lo...love you..." he mumbled clenching his eyes shut.

Angel made a baby cooing sound, then there was silence until Angel sucked Spike's cock whole into his throat and started to swallow. Gasping Spike fell back as Angel deep throated his cock.

"Oh, shit...bloody hell..." he panted and squirmed as Angel swallowed, "...sire...bloody hell feels good..." he moaned and dug his fingers into the comforter.

Grinning Angel started to hum as he pulled back, then back down swallowing and humming louder. Spike pushed his head back and wailed clawing frantically at the covers.

"An...angel...god...my god..." he took great gulping breaths in, choking on the feel of air that he didn't need. He couldn't think of anything else to say or rather his vocabulary has been reduced to that of a six month old infant. His hips jerked and bounced as the humming increased and his eyes rolled back in his head as his balls tightened.

Angel changed to game face and when he swooped down again he sank his fangs into Spike's cock giving a particularly strong swallow.

Scream.

That's all Spike can do.

At some point he thought that perhaps the employee's on the first floor of Wolfram and Hart could hear him. Then the thought of shattering glass crossed his mind. All those things in a blink of an eye before he lost all ability to think. The moment those wicked teeth sank into his already over sensitized cock he came. He came so hard that he was bloody well sure Angel sucked his spinal cord out his cock.

Angel swallowed every bit, and then pulled back and off carefully. Licking his lips in pleasure a naughty wicked grin on his face he whispered. "Wasn't expecting that was ya?"

Gasping hard Spike's whole body trembled. "...what?" he squeaked out.

Angel gestured around Spike's cock and wiggled his brows. "You know the whole...you know."

"...sucking...brain out..." Spike squeaked out. After all that was what Angel did, he thought. Had to bloody well be. "...damn...sire...thank y..." Spike's words fade as he finally gave in to the best mind blowing blow job he'd had the pleasure to experience.

Angel chuckled and blew on his nails rubbing them against his chest. "You're welcome." He laid down next to Spike reaching out and running his fingers through Spike's wet, disarrayed hair. "I think I've missed this. But it might be the alcohol and the crotch fizzing talking."

Spike opened one eye and peered at Angel. "Fizzing?" He moaned. "What bloody fizzing?"

"When I drank the whiskey there was this fizzing--- here." Angel replied as he gestured around his crotch area. "Been doing it ever since even more so every time I'm with you in a sex way."

Spike snorted rolling over and pushing up on his elbow studying Angel's cock. "Wasn't the bloody whiskey, pet." He chuckled and a hiccup escaped. "Probably...the pretty blue stuff..." he mumbled falling back onto the bed with a groan.

"The whiskey was blue?" Angel asked stupidly the activities of the night---the alcohol and the mystical liquid he has no clue about---hitting him all at once.

"Great poof..." Spike mumbled, "...whiskey ain't blue. Especially not Irish whiskey. Maybe green, but never blue. Now quit your blathering and come here." Spike patted the bed next to him. "Wore me out with all that bloody buggering and blowing..."

Angel giggled, then murmured. "Blowing." He moved over and threw an arm heavily around Spike nuzzling into his neck. "Boy smell nice."

Another snort escaped Spike as he curled up next to Angel's chest. As his eyes drifted shut Spike felt a swelling warmth fill his abdomen and stretch up along his spine.

"Yeah..." he grunted, "...tequila even warms the undead..."

Angel threw a blanket over them and kissed Spike's head. "Sleep now my pretty boy," Angel yawned. Before his eyes closed and he drifted off he whispered. "Oh, and I love ye, too."

~Part: 2~

Rolling over Spike found himself trapped in Angel's embrace and he wasn't happy in the least about it. Of course that was the least of his problems. His stomach was twisted into what amounted to a pretzel. Just the scent of his sire's skin caused his gut to surge towards this mouth. Kicking out he twisted in Angel's arms. "...shit...bloody hell...let go you sodding poof..."

Angel smiled and murmured pulling Spike tighter to him. "Shh...Will, go back to sleep baby. I'll feed you in a couple more hours, lad."

Spike growled and struggled harder against Angel's tightening arms. "ANGEL!" Spike screamed. "Let me go you bloody arse unless..." Spike's face went even whiter if it were possible, "...you want..." he swallowed hard, "...last nights liquor on you, pet!"

At that Angel's eyes popped open and he let go, jumping off the bed looking at his hands as if he had just touched toxic waste. "OH.MY.GOD!!"

Without a word Spike dived off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. Seconds later the sounds of heaving and moaning drifted back into the bedroom. Angel listened and he felt a little sick himself. He wanted to go shower and scrub his skin hard, but then he remembered shower naughtiness and he zipped to the kitchen sink. Splashing his skin with hot scalding water, using his nails to dig in he muttered to himself.

"This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare...I'm going to wake up, I'm going to wake up."

***

Spike sat on his knees in front of the toilet head resting on the cool porcelain. His whole body was shaking with painful spasms. He wasn't sure what was worse--- re-tasting the alcohol from the previous night or listening to Angel mumble  on the verge of hysterics. Dragging himself to his feet Spike headed for the door when suddenly the nausea hit him again. Diving for the toilet he moaned as the  remainder of his alcohol surged up and yet the nausea continued.

***

Angel heard Spike wretch again and it only made him scrub harder and faster. He picked up the sprayer totally not caring about his precious floor or the carpet nearby and just started to spray his face.

He `needed' to wake up.

Because if he was already awake and this was his reality. Oh, god he was fucking screwed, he thought.

***

With a moan Spike lifted his head and flushed the toilet, and then stumbled to his feet. Reaching behind the bathroom door he grabbed the robe hanging there and pulled it on. His legs felt like rubber and he actually felt like he was burning up.

Stumbling into the kitchen  he clung to the doorframe staring at Angel's naked backside. To be honest any other time that sight would have revved him up, but at the moment he was more concerned about how he felt. He'd had plenty of hangovers in his time and this just didn't feel right.

"Angel...mate..." Spike groaned as the room began to spin, "...I'm bloody well screwed..."

Angel whimpered and just let the sprayer go. Shutting off the sink he whispered. "Why?"

"...don't...feel so soddin..." Spike lurched forward falling on his face.

Sighing Angel bent over and grabbed Spike's arms, pulling him up, and holding him steady. "You drank too much. You just need to have some blood, rest, and this will go away. I'll get you some blood then you can go back to your apartment and sleep."

"Blood?" Spike gulped hard as he clamped his hand over his mouth. With his other hand he clutched Angel's arm desperately. The entire room swam first left, then right and his stomach convulsed.

Angel held tighter to Spike and his eyebrow raised a bit. This---this was odd. Usually no matter how hung- over a vampire their eating habits were never effected. So he decided to test a theory.

"Spike lets heat you some---BLOOD."

Spike's eyes bulged in his head and he went another shade paler.

"Shit, mate..." Spike groaned. His whole body began trembling and he tried to pull away from Angel as he made a gagging noise.

Angel wouldn't let go though as he looked into Spike's eyes, then over him not realizing that he doing the sire check-over. Something he hadn't done for a long time.

Looking for marks, or signs of trouble, then he started asking questions. "Eat something wrong?"

Spike tugged weakly at Angel "Just drank...didn't eat nothing yesterday, ponce!" He snapped as he began struggling harder. "Angel I swear..." he made another gagging noise and twisted against Angel's grip. "Please...bloody hell...it's hot in here..."

Angel raised his other eyebrow. "No, it isn't.its room temperature. Spike what's going on? Did you drink something funky? Come on work with me here."

"Nothing...god you bloody sod!" Spike gurgled and covered his mouth. "Nothing that you didn't drink..." he moaned and eyeballed the sink. "Angel I...I'm gonna be..." Spike took off heading for the sink dragging Angel across the room.

Helping Spike to the sink Angel couldn't---even if he wanted, too---turn away. It was like a train wreck and he had to watch it derail. Lifting a hand---to his own surprise---rubbed Spike's lower back.

"It's okay, come on...get it out."

Coughing and gagging Spike's eyes begin to water. "...nothing left..." he gasped for air even though he knew he didn't need it.

Angel nodded. "Then we either need to give you something to eat so you have something to heave or call Fred and get you checked out. Something's wrong with you."

Turning his head Spike glared at Angel. "No bloody way, peaches. I like sunshine and all, but I ain't having her prod me with any needles..."

"Then we get you some blood to hurl." Angel said simply his voice starting to twinge with annoyance. He hated when Spike was this stubborn.

Spike turned on the faucet and splashed his face. "Don't know if it'll stay, pet." He let out a sigh. "Wouldn't have any wheat bix---would you? And maybe some sardines? The ones in the mustard sauce?"

Angel made a sour face, then backed up and looked over Spike again taking in how cute he looks in his robe. All small and totally swimming in the robe, and then he ran through what Spike asked for again. He wiped at his face, then tried another test.

"Uhmmm, Spike...how about pickles and peanut butter?"

Raising a brow Spike snorted. "Bloody hell, Angel! I just got my sodding stomach to settle down and you want to give me pickles and peanut butter?" He slowly moved to the small table and settled in one of the chairs. "Though I got to think a glass of beer would be good." He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Oh, and what's a beer without some Oreos---double stuff."

Angel made a gagging sound, then walked slowly to Spike squinting his eyes as he gazed over him. It was almost as if, Angel thought, Spike had been taken over.

"Spike am I sleeping?"

Turning his head Spike studied Angel with amusement. "Now why do you think you're sleeping, peaches?" He shook his head at Angel and chuckled "Double-stuff is the only sodding way to go."

"Well either I'm dreaming or that you're a woman statement I made is really coming back to bite you in the ass. Because the shit you want to eat. Even with your strange food craving is a little deranged. I think we need to call Fred. Maybe you sniffed some powder at the herb shop. Maybe the bar gave you a bad beer. I don't know but there's definitely something wrong here I can feel it."

"Jesus, Angel!" Spike rolled his eyes as his head fell onto the table. "Look you great ponce...please just get me the blood and I'll be on my way. Not hanging around, not yanking your cock..." he suddenly stopped and swallowed hard. "Maybe I should leave now..."

Angel sighed then stood up storming to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he grabbed a blood bag and came back to the table dropping it. "There you go. Sorry for caring for five seconds---my bad. You can get out of my robe now and dress in your own clothes and leave."

Looking down at the bag of blood Spike moaned. With a sudden spasmodic movement he shoved the chair back and rushed to the sink heaving over it. His head spun as he turned on the faucet cupping his hands and bringing them to his mouth. Turning off the sink he turned back his body swaying. "Angel...sorry...luv..." Spike chose that second to crumple to the floor.

Rushing to his room Angel threw a pair of threadbare jeans on, came back, and picked Spike up in his arms walking to the elevator.

"Okay, Will that's it. To Fred we go." Stepping inside the elevator he pressed the lab floor button and watched as the numbers descended.

***

Angel pushed through the lab door and saw Fred reading over some papers. "Fred I need your help."

Looking up Fred jumped off her stool putting her papers down and started talking a mile a minute.

"Spike.oh, god Spike. Here.here.over here. Lay him down. Did he fall? Did he get hurt? Did you hurt him? Is he, okay? What happened?"

Angel laid Spike down on the bed Fred had indicated and began answering each question to the best of his knowledge. "No, he didn't fall. Not sure if he is hurt, not externally as far as I know. No, I didn't hurt him.I don't...think. I'm not sure if he is okay that's what I'm here for. As for what happened I don't know. He's sick."

Rushing to Spike's side Fred started to look him over talking soothingly her accent booming. "Spike, Spike it's me. Can you hear me?"

A soft groan escaped Spike and he shivered. "...bloody hell...what...?" His eyes fluttered open and he looked up into Fred's wide dark eyes. "...sunshine?"

Fred smiled brightly. "Yeah.yeah it's me Spike. How are you? Can you tell me what's wrong? I want to help you, fix it, and make it all better. Maybe even find you a lollipop if you're a good patient. But you have to help me."

His face twisted up as if he was in pain and he covered his mouth. After a few moments he took a deep calming breath that he really needed because frankly he was scared shitless.

"Don't feel so good, pet. Stomach hurts something right awful and everything I smell makes me sick to my gut." His eyes drifted shut. "I feel really hot, too. Can't right explain it...hot like my body's on fire inside."

Nodding Fred lifted her hand feeling Spike's forehead, then nodded. "You have a fever, those aren't common for vampires.that's not a good sign." Then she started to check Spike over. She pushed at spots---his chest, his side, and then his tummy. "Any of those hurt?"

Angel sat nearby on a chair just watching and waiting to see what was going on.

Spike growled in pain as Fred pressed on his belly. "Shit....that bloody well hurts, luv!" He curled up into a tight ball. "Angel tell her to quit poking me..."

Looking up at Fred he spoke tiredly. "Quit poking him." Then he grinned. "But if you have to jab a needle in him go right ahead."

Fred couldn't help giggling as she headed to a shelf and retrieved a needle and a vial for blood. "Sorry Spike but I really do need to take some of your blood." She opened a drawer and got a rubber arm band and tightened it on Spikes arm, finding a good vein she smiled in pity at Spike. "Hope you're not queasy about needles." Then she pushed the needle into his arm and started to fill the vial.

When it was filled she removed  the needle, removed the rubber arm band, and then pulled the needle out quick.

Pressing a cotton ball down on the puncture she grinned. "There...all done."

"All done are you now?" Spike glared first at the cotton ball, and then at Angel. "Tell her to jab me with needles you bloody ponce..." he growled softly. "This is your fault, peaches. Think you gave me an STD or some such nonsense..."

"Spike we're dead don't be fucking stupid." Angel growled, then let out a soft laugh.

Fred laughed as well then picks up the small tube. "I'll be right back. I have to run tests on this. See what we can find. Angel, make him stay down. There's orange juice in my mini-fridge and little chocolate donuts. Also there's a lolly in my desk drawer." And with that said Fred disappeared to run the tests on Spike's blood.

Angel chuckled speaking in a baby voice. "Would my wee wittle Willy want a lolly---huh? Maybe a wittle snuggle wuggle?"

"Bite me!" Spike turned his back to Angel a shiver traveling through him. "You want to be of some help...get me some blood. I feel like I'm starving, pet."

Angel shook his head, but stood and walked to the mini-fridge. Not seeing any blood he looks around and finally found another fridge this one a bit bigger. Opening it he found a few blood bags and took out two- --one for him and one for Spike---bringing them back over.

"Here or do you want me to heat it little Willy my sweet sicky, wicky, baby waby?"

Spike's eyes shimmered gold as he snatched the bag from Angel. "Bloody arse!"

He popped the top and turned the bag up gulping the blood down---his eyes never leaving Angel. "Baby my sodding arse..." he finished the blood licking his lips.

Just seconds later his stomach convulsed. "Shit..." he squeaked as he looks around desperately for something to vomit in.

Angel appeared with a trash can holding it under Spike's face. "Come on little `baby' give it up for Daddy."

"....bite my..." Spike heaved and the blood came back up, "...arse..." Spike fell back on the bed his face paler than normal. "Gonna bloody well starve to death..." he grumbled, "...serve me right." Setting down the trash can Angel sat back in his chair. "Probably caught a rare `can only affect vampires' bug. Fred will fix you up. Just rest your eyes and she'll be back before you know it with your cure."

"Fix me up?" Spike crossed his arms across his chest, pouting. "You broke me, ponce. You should be the one fixing my bloody arse."

"Well, I don't suggest drinking or having more sex. I may end up like you and I like being healthy thank you. So what do you suggest I do for you?"

"Kill me now..." Spike moaned, "...sodding stomach feels like I swallowed an Egoris egg..."

Angel rolled his eyes just as a very pale looking Fred walked in. Sitting up he asked. "What's wrong?"

Walking up to Angel---a piece of paper in her hands--- Fred's fingers started to fidget. Now a bit worried Angel stood.

"What is it?"

Looking up Fred started to stutter out as best she could. "I did it, then re-did it, then againnn.and againnn...but it was the same---the same."

"What? Fred, what?"

"Not, no...not possible...the dead...then the man ..then the dead man thing...it's just not...but I did it Angel. Over and over and over." Fred replied her voice on the edge of hysteria. "WHAT GOD DAMN IT?" Angel screamed.

Fred looked at Spike and swallowed saying softly knowing they would both hear. "Spike is pregnant."

Sitting straight up Spike's eyes widened to the size of half-dollars. For a moment his mouth worked as if he's trying to speak or perhaps breath, and then he began shaking his head furiously.

"No...NO...NOOO!" His eyes went gold, his face shifting as he snarled. "What? Have you lost your bloody mind?! One I'm a vampire...two if you hadn't noticed luv I have the wrong sodding equipment! And three! Well bloody hell why do I even need a three?!"

Fred's eyes misted up but she held out the paper as if it contained all the answers since her mouth apparently wasn't being believed. "Over, over, over...I did it so many times. I wouldn't. couldn't...I would never...I don't understand...I don't."

Angel whispered softly. "It's wrong."

She turned to Angel shoving the paper at him. "No, I swear...I swear look---look Angel."

Angel grabbed the paper in his numb fingers gazing over the words. And when he read what Fred had confirmed the words began to bleed and fade together.

But this wasn't possible, he thought. There's nothing about this that says there's a possibility. He shook his head as the papers fell from his fingers. "No, no this can't. There's no way...I don't know how---how? He's a he and then he's dea...he's a vampire.there's just no way."

Fred glanced at Spike again. "Sss...pikeee...? Did...did you...was there...anything...?"

Glancing down at his lap Spike swallowed hard and picked at the loose threads along the robes seam. "I...well..." he started then stopped considering how to break the news. Of course he should be more upset than Angel---he was the one that was pregnant, Spike thought.

 "Shit...bloody fucking shit...all I wanted was to be with you again, Angel. So damned tired of you and your sodding denial. I swear it was just an aphrodisiac. Just a bloody fucking love potion..."

Fred covered her mouth and turned to look at Angel, but she knew what would be there when she turned. She was right. Angel's face had turned to a cold hard mask. His body rigid and stiff.

She finally took in the appearance of the two vampires and it all clicked into place. Angel's denial and attitude. And she started to back into the corner slowly.

Angel closed his eyes, closed and flexed his fists until they seem to jam shut. His nails dug into his palms and he gritted out. "What.did you.do?"

"The herb shop, peaches..." Spike glared at Angel. "Was it so hard for your sorry arse to figure out why I've been following you about like a pup?" Spike turned away staring at the far wall. "What kind of sire turns his back on his own childe? Even when I got myself this sodding soul I still wasn't good enough. That's why when I saw that Deepokian aphrodisiac I grabbed it...slipped it into your whiskey when you was in the crapper." Spike ran his fingers through his hair. "How was I suppose to know what it would do, pet?" The last words are firm, yet soft.

Angel started laughing, but it was low and crazed.

Looking worriedly towards Angel, Fred started to walk slowly to him speaking softly with care. "Angel?"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" Angel roared.

Fred jumped, then stopped moving.

Angel opened his eyes and they were golden. He turned on Spike. "You're going to blame this on me. You're a fucking stupid idiot. I should have left you to die in that alley. But no I had to keep you so I could have a pretty fuck toy. And now your going to sit here and blame this shit one me? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK WILLIAM!! I can not fucking believe you. You drugged me so I would fuck you. HOW SAD IS THAT? You fucking little worth-less SHIT!! You never THINK. You just Do. God knows what the fuck it is, or will do. God knows what this baby will turn out to be. You can't fucking play with PEOPLE LIVES, just because you want my fucking ATTENTION and my COCK!!"

Fred's eyes started to mist again and she held out her hand. "Angel, please.."

"NOOO! Fuck NOOO! I.fuck I." Angel turned and headed for the door.

At that precise moment Wes stepped into the room his eyes lighting up.  "There you are Angel! Wherever have you been hiding at for the past two days? I do mean you are the CEO and I was about to go send a security team to..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET A GOD DAMN LIFE! GET LAID! GET OUT MORE! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Angel screamed in Wes' face,  then pushed his way out of the room.

Wes blinked and cleared his throat. "Whatever crawled up his ass and died? I do swear he needs a vacation or perhaps he is the one who needs to get laid." Turning Wes left heading for his office mumbling beneath his breath about insane vampires.

Fred turned to Spike slowly and whispered. "Spike?"

Sitting stock still Spike was staring at the door where Angel had been just moments before. "You know he's right, pet." Spike sighed and leaned back into the pillows. "Never could do anything bloody well right. Not in my human life...not in my unlife. Always was loves bitch..." his eyes shimmered for a moment, and then he turned away sucking in a deep breath. "Should have left me to die...ain't worth the effort it took to sire me."

His eyes drifted shut as he felt the tears well up. He hated this. William the Bloody didn't cry. Spike didn't cry. That's not the way it worked.

"Bloody hormones..." he grumbled as tears seeped beneath his lashes.

Fred's eyes teared up as she ran to her desk and grabbed her tissue box, then rushed them to Spike. "Here, please don't cry Spike. Angel he, he didn't mean it. He's just...he's just upset. He cares about you. I can tell Spike please don't cry."

"Ain't bloody crying..." Spike sniffed, "...don't cry...nope not me. Bloody ponce can kiss my arse." He lifted one arm to scrub at his face with the sleeve of the robe. "Big bad that's me. Only pansy-arsed fools cry, pet." His voice cracked.

Smiling Fred took out a tissue wiping her eyes, trying to diffuse this situation with her silly voice, and sillier humor. "You're.you're right silly Fred. This is for me. I must have got dust in my eye. So silly."

Spike turned back to Fred grinning. "So sunshine? Want to marry me? I mean can't be having my bloody babe born out of wedlock..." Spike chuckled, but it was filled with pain. "Can't be letting my reputation be ruined now---can I, luv?" A tear escaped and ran down his cheek despite his best efforts.

Moving the tissue quickly Fred wiped the tear away whispering softly. "I think you're already taken---don't you?"

Spike snorted. "He don't want me, pet. Never did...just wanted to have a play toy."

Fred sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her head firmly. "I don't know who you met when you were made or who you had to deal with for the many years after. But that's not my hero Spike. That's not my Angel. If he didn't want you, if he didn't care. He would have never done what he did. Drug or no drug. His soul is strong. There's something he's not saying. Things he won't admit. Things I saw but never had an explanation for and now I do. When Angel is scared or hurt or angry he always tries for the hurt. It's familiar to him, it's like a friend. You hurt him so he hurts back that's all."

Chuckling Spike shook his head. "Don't know if you're right luv...I don't, but if I can't stop this..." his voice cracked again. "I ain't father material...can't have a babe. Fred I have to know for sure what's inside me. Need to know if it's a bloody mutant or what."

"I don't have the material here with me. But tomorrow I can do an ultrasound for you. Show you the baby would you like that? And bring Angel that might help him with this. Because Spike, and I'm not trying to demean this for you because this is big for both of you. But here's another angle to Angel. Imagine what he's just been told. What you've been told. Think about it
`really' think. Two male vampires. You two should have never `ever' been able to have children `ever'. Now think of what type of person Angel is. All the things he wants in life---or wanted. Imagine one of the reasons he wanted to ever Shanshu." She quirks a brow.

Spike's gaze lowered again. "Bloody hell...I didn't want this to happen..." he sighed. "All I wanted was him to stop hiding from me, pet. What if it's a monster though? What if I've buggered this up big time? What if he don't want to come?"

"Then we'll deal with it. I'll help you. But what if the baby is just fine, human with a soul, perfect? You won't know until you try. And you can't tell what Angel will do unless you find him and talk to him."

Spike started laughing. "Know you will sweets...I know I need to talk to him, but right now...well bloody hell. What if I find him and he just decides to toss my sodding arse into the brink?" He glanced back at the door. "Wouldn't blame him...not a bit, luv."

Fred caressed his cheek. "You have his baby inside you. He won't harm a hair on you. He may want to but he won't. You've never been safer. `HIS BABY' Spike. You're going to give him the impossible. He doesn't want to hurt you. He just wants to understand. Angel's so sensitive. So fragile. He's not as strong as everyone thinks. Most of the time yes. But there are times when he will just sit and you can see the Irish boy he was. Liam is there under Angelus, under Angel. Liam is there."

Closing his eyes Spike pulled up those early memories. The first few days of his existence as a fledgling. He remembered the gentleness he saw in Angelus' eyes. He remembered how Angelus protected him from Darla. "Maybe you're right, luv. Always felt loved even back before he was cursed...it's like he decided to hide what he really was...who he is..." Spike glanced at Fred with a look of confusion in his eyes. "How'd you get so smart sunshine? Cause you need to bottle that." He kissed her cheek quickly and slides from the bed. "Need to get cleaned up go find, peaches." He headed for the door then stopped. "Hmmm...Fred, pet?"

Fred grinned. "Yes?"

"I hate to be a pain, but I'm starving. Wouldn't happen to have some vampire pregnancy nausea cure hiding in here would you, pet?" Spike smiled weakly at Fred. "Got to make sure the little bit is feed now don't I?"

Walking over to her desk Fred opened a bottom drawer bringing out crackers, then went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood. Going back to Spike she handed him both.

"Crackers first, then blood, then more crackers. Trust me. You don't need pills you just need to use a home remedy. But if it doesn't work I'll think of something else."

Spike raised a brow in disbelief and sighed. "Couldn't have been wheat bix. I guess bloody crackers will have to do, then now won't it?"

Giving Fred a quick squeeze he headed back to the penthouse. A shower and some pants would do wonders. As the elevator door shut Spike glanced down and put a palm on his stomach. "Your da is a stubborn ponce. Where do you suppose he's bloody well run off to, luv?"

 **** Spike stood in the center of the bedroom staring at the bed that he and Angel had shared the night before...no, he thought. What had Wes said? Two days? Had they really laid there sleeping for two days?

Shaking his head he moved to Angel's closet and searched the shelves, drawers, and hangers for clothes. He had checked his own clothes and they were worthless. No buttons on his jeans and his shirt stank of Cartis demon. Sighing he found a pair of jeans well worn and a tee shirt that smelled of Angel.

He didn't know how long it had been since he'd seen Angel in anything, but Armani and silk. Silk was good, but he wanted to see his sire. The man who looked deadly as well as bloody sexy in leather.

Taking the clothes he headed to the bathroom and sat them on the vanity top. Stepping into the shower he turned on the water as warm as he could stand it and grabbed a wash cloth. He glanced around the stall until he found a bottle of shower gel and smiled. Leave it up to his sire to like the fresh clean scents that screamed money.

Squirting out a liberal amount of the gel he began scrubbing himself clean. The scent of Angel surrounded him---infused him. He closed his eyes and inhaled a contented smile on his face.

"Knew you were a ponce..." he mumbled, "...Cool Water..." he whispered. His hands trailed through the bubbles along his chest and down to his stomach.

That was when the pain hit---a cramp. Spike grabbed at the tile wall as he sank to his knees. "Bloody  hell..." he groaned as the water pounded down on him. As quickly as it hit it stopped only to be replaced by what felt like a flutter.

Spike's eyes widened as his hand moved over his stomach. "Sodding hell..." he gasped as he felt it again. "Is that you little bit?"

He struggled to his feet and leaned against the wall his hand caressing his stomach. Another flutter and then what was definitely movement stopped.

"Well then..." he smirked, "...why should you be any bloody different than your da? Kicking my sodding ass to get my attention. He chuckled and finished rinsing off as he began singing the Ramones. "I got knocked down."

***

Three hours later and a few blisters Spike was on the verge hysteria. He hated this. He really did.

"Bloody hormonal..." Spike grumbled as he fought to keep the tears from falling, "...feel like a sodding skirt." Looking around the hall Spike searched for some place- --any place---he could just get some privacy. Seeing a storage closet he ducked in the door and let out a scream of frustration.

Dropping to the floor he pulled his knees up and made a choking noise. "Done messed it up little bit..." he grumbled as tears began running down his face, "...bloody well scared him off...can't find him anywhere."

***

Humming Fred walked down the hall an armful of readouts. As she passed the door of the storage closet she heard the sounds of sniffling---thinking nothing of it at first her mind plagued with questions. Then she stopped and moved slowly backwards. Laying her head on the door she heard the crying grow louder. She could tell who it is and she laid her hand sadly on the door.

"Spike? Spike is that you?"

Lifting his head Spike stared at the door as if it were demonic. He took a deep breath and scrubbed at his face with the tail of his tee shirt. "Fred? That you, pet?" He called out hating that his voice was this wobbly. "Some big bad you are..." he mumbled beneath his breath.

Fred smiled a tiny bit. "Yes, it's me Spike. I'm going to come in---okay?"

"Sure no problem sunshine..." he swallowed hard and tried to get a grip on his emotions. "No one but us hormonal vamps in here."

Opening the door Fred stepped inside. Thankfully she was small enough to close the door behind her. Kneeling down in front of Spike she spoke. "Why are you in a broom closet Spike? This is no place for you to be. What happened? Talk to me."

He looked up at her with wet swollen eyes and let out a sigh. "Can't find his bloody arse...he's gone...and he...he..." mid-sentence he hiccuped and then lets out a choked wail. "I sodding hate these bloody hormones!"

Fred made the cutest `aww' face and reached out gesturing with her fingers to Spike to come into her arms. "Aww, come here, come here Spike."

He crawled across the floor and threw himself in Fred's out stretched arms. "Hate...hate this...he left me...left little bit..." he sobbed between choked hiccups. "Knew I'd mess it up..." he buried his face in her shoulder. "Help me Fred...get rid of these bloody hormones...feel like a pansy-arsed skirt...blubbering about the ponce..."

Fred couldn't help the small smile, but she held back the giggle. She just sat rocking and rubbing Spike's lower back. "Shh...shh it's okay Spike. It's just the pregnancy. I'm sure it's worse for you because this isn't natural in `any' way. But I promise it's just your body adjusting. Having a baby does wonders to the body. You just have to adjust. Angel's not in the penthouse?"

"Don't want to be...to be pregnant!" Spike wailed. "He ain't any...anywhere in the bloody building!"

Looking at Spike with a raised brow Fred sounded like a  mother. "Now I know you're a man, you're dead and a vampire. But this happened for a reason and now you have to deal with it. Shouldn't have sex if you're not prepared for the possibilities. That's what my Momma always says. So you're pregnant and that's that. Now lets find Daddy."

She reached into her lab coat pocket taking out her cell and dialed a number. "Yes, I need to know if Angel left the building? He did.how long ago? Did he say where he was going. Oh, oh.well take him to medical and I'll look him over. All right thank you." Fred hung up and patted Spike's back. "Angel left not too long after he blew up in the lab. Now lets see where would he go." She started to tap the cell phone off her chin, and then a minute later her face lit up. "Ah-ha!"

Spike sniffled and wiped his face with his shirt again. "Ah-ha what? Where the bloody hell is his arse? And what do you mean poss...possibilities? I'm a man! I shouldn't get knocked up!" He shrieked.

"Did you really read the label to that magic potion you thought would be wise to consume?" Fred asked.

"I...I did..." his eyes widened a bit then he lowered his head. "Deepokian's a bit on the rusty side, but I read it." He glanced up and growled. "Don't look at me like that, pet! I did!"

Fred shook her head a bit, but then smiled. "All right I believe you. But my point is every action has a reaction. You wanted Angel to `see' you like he once did. So you did that. Now I don't place blame and this isn't a lecture, but I'm just saying. Now you've created life with Angel. And you just can't make it go away because you're more than a little emotional. It's not fair to that baby. And speaking of the baby, Spike. Too much stress can cause you and the baby distress. So you need to calm down. As for Angel---one word, one place---Hyperion."

Spike bit his lip when another hormonally charged rant rose in his throat. He took a deep breath and looked at Fred as if she was the devil himself. "What the bloody hell is a Hyperion?"

"A hotel---Angel owns it. It was our home before we moved to this steel and scary monolith. It's Angel's safe house. He feels comfortable there, happy. So he probably went there. After all if I wanted to think, be alone, swallow something this big. I would go somewhere I felt at ease. So he's there I feel it."

Spike pulled himself to his feet cursing the fact that he must look like a child playing dress-up in Angel's clothes. "Then I guess I need to go find his fat-arse. Always was one for the hiding---bloody ponce." He smiled at Fred patting her shoulder. "Thanks, luv. Now I got a vampire with his head up his arse to find." Pushing open the door Spike slipped down the hall. "Got an appointment with a jag."

***

Angel took off his coat, his suit jacket and sat them neatly next to him on the ledge. He imagined if any person were to see him they would think he was going to commit suicide. He sighed as he unbuttoned his shirt sleeves rolling them up. If only it was that easy some- times.

He really didn't have any urge to die. Hell the only urge he had was to land back on earth. After all there just wasn't anyway what he'd been told could be real.

He was a two-hundred and seventy-seven year old vampire. Children were something that just could never happen for him. A pretty woman who liked his face saw to that. But it is something he had dreamed and thought of even before he had gotten his soul.

The closest thing he had ever gotten had been his vampire childer. But now---thanks to his childe's antics and a little magic liquid---Angel was going to be a daddy. Angel looked down at the veins that stood out on his pale skin.

How can anything dead ever make a baby---magic or not? And who made these decisions anyway? Who says let's make a potion, powder, or liquid that can change one person's whole world. And further more who decided vampires would be all non biased when it came to sex?

He sighed.

Damn me, my sexual habits. Damn Spike, his pretty face, those pretty blue eyes and his natural ability to talk me into anything, he thought.

Even if he'd known ahead of time he could have died after. He really needed to learn self-control. That or get a patch that could repel Spike.

***

Spike stepped on to the roof of the Hyperion his gaze settling almost immediately on his sire. Well it was now or never, he thought, considering the slump in Angel's shoulders he fully expected him to toss him off the roof. Not that he would mind at this bloody point. He knew that Angel would know he was there, but he spoke anyway. "Hey..."

Back straightening Angel answered back simply. He had no idea what else to say right now. "Hey."

Crossing the space between them Spike sat down next to Angel---his feet dangling over the edge of the roof. "Guess I owe you an apology now don't I, pet?" He sighed softly.

"Yes, I think you owe me that, Spike. I also think you owe me hell of a lot more than that. But, hey small steps your brain can only stretch so far." Angel sighed tiredly.

"Ponce..." Spike grumbled, "...can't ever let a man say his peace before you bloody well insult him."

"Oh, Spike that wasn't a insult this is." Angel turned and looked at Spike's crotch. "Hello, Spike's brain, do you think I'm owed a apology?"

"Hey you bloody twit! I'm not a sodding moron!" Spike folded his arms across his chest his brow furrowing as he tried to get a grip on his hormones before he said another word. "And my brain ain't between my legs!"

Angel snorted. "Could have fooled me. You know the worst mistake I ever made with you was to have sex with you. I remember what you were before I turned you. You were a smart, upper-crust, talented Victorian. The second I gave you the nookie...it all bleed out your ass. I swear it. Should have just left you alone."

"Maybe you should have you bloody bastard!" Spike growled. "Would have been better off if I'd just watched me mum die, then I could have ended it. Jumped into the Thames and let my worthless arse sink to the bottom! Maybe I should do that now?! Ain't that what you sodding want?! Go find a really sharp stake and throw my arse on it!" Spike started to get up and winced as a  pain shot through his abdomen. "Cause I ain't never been good enough! Never mind I worshipped your bloody arse!"

Angel didn't notice the wince as he turned back towards the sky. "Worship, smorship Spike. I don't give a damn. That's not who I am anymore. It's not what I'm about. I never said I wanted you to kill yourself. Stop putting words in my mouth I hate that. I hate that more than my decisions being stripped from me. And I really `really' hate that all this happened out of your horniness rather than love. You could have gotten my attention so many other ways if you just would of thought. But no it all came down to sex. How fast can I make Angel fuck me? What do I need to do to trap him? Well, congrats, Spike you pulled the doosy of all doosies. Made me the biggest, stupidest bitch in the city."

"Fuck you!" Spike roared his face shifting as he stumbled across the roof. "Wasn't about the sex...never...lo...loved yo..." Spike doubled over as another pain shot through him. "Loved...loved your arse...didn't matter..." another pain sent Spike to his knees and he choked back a half growled sound.

Turning back around ready to tell Spike to grow up, get over it, and quit faking he suddenly realizes that he's in real pain . And in this moment of quiet Angel hears it.

It's so faint and really it's so fucking stupid he didn't hear it before now.

A heartbeat---the baby's heartbeat.

He moved off the ledge to the rooftop. Rushing to Spike he dropped to his knees---pulling Spike into his lap---and he begins speaking in Gaelic.

"Tá brón orm, Tá brón orm, Tá brón orm, mo chroí, mo chroí,  Gráim thú, Gráim thú."

Spike gasped softly as Angel pulled him into his lap and began speaking quickly in a language Spike hadn't heard in over a hundred years. He smiled through the pain as it eased panting softly.

"Tá brón orm." He whispers. "Little...little bit bloody hates it when we fight..." his eyes slowly closed as he grabbed Angel's hand, squeezed it, and then pressed Angel's palm to his stomach. "Can you feel it?"

Angel spread his fingers apart and the heartbeat pounded through Spike's stomach into his hand and through his body like lightening. He smiled his eyes welling up and he nodded whispering. "Aye I do. Strong, true. Wants us to listen, and listen good."

He rubbed Spike's stomach in tiny circles feeling the vibrations and he speaks softly to Spike's tummy the tears falling. "Daddy's listening."

"Bout bloody well time ain't it little bit?" Spike chuckled as he feels the flutter stirring in his stomach. "Told me I had to come looking for your sodding arse. Wants its da."

Laying his head sideways on Spike's tummy Angel is twisted every which way, but he doesn't care. "Da's right here, I'm your Da." Angel grinned again and rubbed his nose along Spike's tummy whispering. "I'm your Da."

Growling Spike playfully smacks Angel's head. "You ponce that bloody well tickles!"

Angel stopped rubbing his nose on Spike's tummy but turned his head so he could look into Spike's eyes and he whispers in awe. "Can you hear it? The heartbeat can you hear it? It's so strong, so beautiful. Never heard anything as beautiful as this." He kissed Spike's belly then looked deep into Spike's eyes. "Go raibh maith agat."

"Ta failte romhat." Spike whispered in reply. "Yeah...I heard it in the shower. Just wasn't sure what I heard, luv. Still trying to get my bloody head screwed on straight." Spike's eyes glittered as they shifted from gold to blue. "Little bit is like you, peaches. Kicked my arse to get my sodding attention." He laughed softly, then smiled at Angel. "Can I get up now or are we going to be down here all night?"

A huge smile crossed Angel's face, then he freaked and stood up with Spike in his arms rushing to his suit jacket and coat.

"Are you cold? Oh, I'm so fucking heartless you're probably cold." He threw the coats on Spike then he started for the steps. "Get you back to the penthouse. Get you fed and then get you a nice warm bath. Then I'll feed you again then to bed.rest.you need to rest."

Spike rolled his eyes, but didn't fight Angel about his sudden need to mother him. "Not really cold, peaches." he chuckles. "Oh and Angel...I drove the Jag over here."

Stopping cold Angel gave Spike a frightened look. "Talk to Security no more fast cars for you. I'll buy you a mini-van.maybe a hummer. Yeah a hummer.they're sturdy, impenetrable. I'll drive home. Buckle you in---nice, safe, and tight. Yep, tight."

Another roll of his eyes and Spike snuggled into Angel's neck. "Can I chose the color, pet?"

"For what?" Angel replied absentmindedly as he pushed through the doors heading to the Jag. He then looked at the Viper and Jag sighing. "Okay how am I going to do this?" He fumbled out his cell phone and called in orders for a team to come pick up the Jag, then securely buckled Spike into the passenger side.

Getting into the drivers side Angel started the Viper and pulled out really slowly---looking both directions twenty times---then he crept down the road.

"Christ!" Spike growled. "Quit being such a bloody ponce! I'm pregnant not sodding glass!"

Angel pouted, sticking his bottom lip out and using
`his' secret weapon---the big, fat, chocolate puppy eyes and the quivering bottom lip.

"Lord save me!" Spike snarled. "Don't be giving me that bloody puppy eyed look! Go already will you." Then he turned and looked out the window mumbling. "Little bit'll be in collage by the time we get back to Wolfram and Hart..."

Grumbling Angel snapped. "Fine but not going over forty." He sped up to forty, but gripped the wheel tighter keeping a closer watch.

Spike sighs. "That's more like it. Suppose it can't get any sodding better."

***

An hour and a half later they finally reach W&H. Angel shut off the engine noting the Jag is already there. He rolled his eyes and knew he'd hear about that one. Coming around he Un-strapped Spike and lifted him back into his arms carrying him to the elevator.

"You know, peaches, I can walk." Spike snorted as the elevator headed for the penthouse. "Oh and by the way...Fred...she's a sweet one. Going to do an ultra sound tomorrow."

Angel immediately looked down at Spikes tummy. "You.you mean we'll get to.to...see the baby?"

Raising a brow Spike laid his hand on his stomach and grinned. "Only if you want, luv. I know you're a big CEO and busy with your bloody pencil pushing and all."

"Fuck pencils." Angel muttered as the doors opened and he walked into the penthouse. Using his preter- natural senses not to run into anything he strolled to the kitchen to get Spike blood. For now his eyes never moved from Spike's tummy. "Want to see my baby. They can all kiss my ass."

Chuckling Spike began squirming. "Can you please put me down, mate? My legs are going numb from lack of use."

Angel sat Spike on the kitchen counter, then opened the fridge. "Stay.need to heat you blood." He pulled out a gallon jug of blood, glanced at Spike, then back to his tummy, and then back to his face. "Do you think we should have human food for the baby? I don't want the baby to be hungry. Can the baby be hungry now? I know the baby has to grow---Jesus Spike can we do this?"

"Stay?" Spike snorted and hopped off the counter strolling to the table. "Ain't a bloody puppy." He sat down in one of the chairs and propped his feet on the table. "Not sure about the food, but better safe than sorry. Guess we could keep a stocked fridge. I'm guessing the baby is hungry if I am you ponce." Then his face softened a bit and he considered Angel's last question. "We bloody well saved the world, mate. Little bit can't be that difficult."

Angel nodded, but his wrings his hands together. "It's just.this.is important to me. This baby, `our' baby. It's special and I don't want to do this wrong. I've fucked up everything I've ever touched since I was born---I'm talking human birth not even vampire. I want the baby to be safe, healthy, and happy. I don't want to fail."

Standing Spike moved over to where Angel stood laying his head on Angel's chest. Then he reached for Angel's hand bringing it to his stomach. "You're not a failure, peaches. I know I give you a bloody load of shit, but your one of the good guys. You'll make a hell of a da."

Closing his eyes Angel kissed the top of Spike's head as he gently rubbed his stomach. "Thank you. You will too though, you know. Be a good Daddy. I know you will. You take care of me. Always took care of me." He pulled back and grinned as he looked Spike over.

"Wearing my clothes again. You look so cute. Have to have you do that more often, you're swimming in them."

"Didn't have much choice..." Spike chuckled his eyes drifting shut. "Had to go find your arse in a hurry and you owe me for a pair of silver tab 501's. Tore off all the bleeding buttons."

"Yeah was in a sort of hurry wasn't I? Don't worry I'll buy you anything you need."

He sighed smiling to himself. "Don't know if I will make a good daddy or not. Guess we'll see though."

Angel pushed Spike back enough to open the cupboard take out a mug, then fill it. Putting it in the microwave he hit the start button. A few moments later the microwave dings and he took out the mug handing it to Spike.

"Here drink, you need to eat."

"Thanks, mate." He took the mug and for the first time today it didn't make him nauseous to smell blood. He greedily gulped down the blood and grinned at Angel wiping his mouth. "Can I get some more---daddy?" Spike snickers.

Angel rolled his eyes, but filled the mug again and puts it in the microwave. "Anything for you `baby'." When the microwave dings he takes the mug out and hands it to Spike. Greedily drinking the second mug Spike sat the empty mug in the sink with a yawn.

"What was that about a warm bath, mate?"

"I'm going to give you one come on." Angel replied as he held out his hand.

***

Reaching out Spike took Angel's hand in his. "Are you going to be in the bath tub with me, pet?"

Angel chuckled as he moved into the bathroom--- letting Spike's hand go as he sat down on the edge of the tub. Turning on the water he put the plug into the drain. "No, I was going to wash you. It's safer that way anyway. Come on get undressed."

Snorting Spike stripped off his tee-shirt, then kicked off his boots. Turning to Angel he began swaying his hips as he stripped off his jeans---one button at a time- --his eyes glittering with a lustful spark.

Angel coughed looking into the water, then muttered. "If I can't see you, you can't effect me."

A soft chuckle drifted across the room. Spike stepped up closer, dropped his jeans, and then straddled Angel's lap. "You know, peaches..." he whispered in Angel's ear, "...hormones make a body horny."

Shivering one of Angel's hands gripped the edge of the tub tighter as he tried to keep himself under control. He used his other hand to grab Spike around the waist, turned, and deposited him into the water. "There now how's that?" He grinned totally ignoring the last few seconds as if they had never occurred.

Spike pushed his lower lip out glaring at Angel. "I thought you loved me, peaches?"

"I do." Angel replied as he unbuttoned his shirt slipping it off. It was silk and he definitely didn't want it to get wet. He knelt and picked up the large pitcher filling it with warm water. "Head back let me get your hair."

Sighing Spike laid back in the tub his eyes closing in resolve. "I suppose this means no sex later..."

Angel hummed ignoring the subject totally. He didn't want to stress Spike out or be screamed at, but frankly his baby was inside Spike and he just wasn't comfort- able with shoving his...well his...yeah he just wasn't going, too. Picking up the shampoo he started to lather Spike's hair---scrubbing his nails over his scalp.

Moaning softly at the feel of Angel's fingers massaging his scalp Spike relaxed letting his body sink into the warm water. "Feels bloody good, pet." He moaned softly again.

Angel closed his eyes and started digging up the memory of every nasty murder he had ever committed while he scrubbed. It worked for now and he grinned. Who knew those would ever come in handy, he thought. Picking up the water pitcher he rinsed out Spike's hair, then he grabbed the conditioner and ran it through his damp strands. With a sigh he grabbed the sponge pouring body wash on it.

"Sit up so I can scrub you."

"Come on now, luv. Don't be so harsh...come on in the waters fine. Ain't like we never shared a tub before now is it." Spike pulled up into a sitting position with a soft whimper.

"I told you Will. This is for you. It's easier for me to wash you from out here. Now just enjoy it, for me, please." Angel started to run the sponge down Spike's back.

Shoulders slumping in disappointment Spike let out a half choked sob. "I'd enjoy it more if..." he sighed loudly, "...I understand though, peaches. Didn't mean a bit to you...just...just a one night thing..." tears welled up over his lashes.

Angel sighed rolling his eyes, then looked at Spike. "What are you going on about? I'm washing you for god's sake. If it was just a fuck you wouldn't even be here. Will you please calm down."

"Never mind..." Spike wiped at his eyes, "...just this whole thing is rattling my bloody cage something awful. Forget I said anything." Spike's shoulders began to tremble as he leaned forward his head resting on his up drawn knees.

Lifting the sponge Angel looked at Spike, the position he'd put himself in made it hard for Angel to wash anything. "Spike you have to relax if I'm going to wash you."

He waited and Spike didn't move, waited some more--- nothing. That wall he built---the one that was for Spike's tantrums so he could be firm---crashed down. He dropped the sponge stood, then started to take off his pants muttering under his breath. "Stupid self- control, stupid wall, stupid guilt, stupid spoiling urge, stupid, stupid."

Spike looked up with huge wet eyes at Angel and a sad smile curled his lips. "You don't have to be with me...just thought...never mind. I'm a pain in the arse I know. This wasn't a good idea...can bath myself..." his voice trailed off as he stood up the water cascading down his body.

Holding up his hands Angel's pants fell to pool around his ankles. "No, no. I want to, baby I want to. Please just sit back down. I'll get in, it's no big deal I promise. Please."

Blinking at Angel with a confused expression on his face Spike stood there without moving and his hand settled on his stomach. "Something..." he mumbled, then winced in pain. Bracing his hand against the wall he let out a gasp. "Angel...can feel it...growing..."

Angel shuffled forward his pants still around his ankles. Pressing  his hands on either side of Spike's body he started questioning his childe. "You okay? Want anything? Need anything? Just tell me."

Spike laughed and looked up at the panicked expression on Angel's face. He reached out to Angel and smiled wide. "I can bloody well feel little bit growing. Is that normal, pet?"

Glancing at Spike's tummy Angel shook his head. "I don't think so. That baby is the only living thing about you right now. I imagine you should feel everything. Does it hurt?"

"A bit..." Spike grabbed Angel's hand drawing it to his stomach. "Can you feel it? So strange..." Spike began to sway as his eyes fluttering shut. "Like when...when I got my soul back...it burns..."

Angel hurriedly stepped out of his pants and pulled Spike against him---his hand rubbing at his tummy softly. "It's okay I got you." He could feel the move- ment and the stretching. It was odd but also beautiful. "I won't let anything happen to you, I'll take care of you."

Looking up at Angel Spike smiled. "I know...you always did you ponce. Always knew what was best for me. Please..." he whispered the last word. "Want you to be here with me...wash the little bit..."

"Okay, just let me get in." Angel moved into the bath. "Want to sit or want me to run the shower?"

"Sit...want you to hold us, luv. I'm so hot right now...feels like a fire in my bloody gut." Spike whimpered softly.

Angel sat then slowly bringing Spike down in-between his legs. Pulling him tight against his chest he picked up the sponge and started running it over Spike's chest to his tummy. His mouth placing tiny kisses on Spike's burning hot cheek. "I'm here, going to take care of you. Won't let anything happen to you or the baby. I love you both so much."

"Do you?" Spike whispered as he relaxed in his sire's arms. "Thought you hated me...didn't want me any more." Tears fell down his face as he cursed himself for a simpering sod. "I'm sorry, pet. Never meant to hurt you...just wanted to feel you again."

Angel tilted Spike's face kissing away the tears. "I love you just fine. I don't hate you, you just piss me off. I know you're smart. But then you do things that make me wonder. I don't like to wonder about something I'm certain of. I didn't turn an idiot.  I know you wanted me, I get that. I know it's my fault for being such an asshole to you. Not giving you any of my affection so that's not your fault Will that's mine."

Spike sighed at the brush of Angel's lips and at his even sweeter words. He takes an unneeded breath  and opens his eyes. "Angel...I want...I want..." his words caught in his throat.

"What, tell me what do you want?"

"I..." Spike turned away from Angel embarrassed by the way he felt. Like a bloody virgin school girl. "I want you to make love too me." He whispered softly.

Angel swallowed, then swallowed harder. He ran so many reasons in his head, so many ways to try to say no without setting a bomb off, but every idea just sounded worse and worse. So he whispered. "You're tired baby. You've had a long day. I don't want to over exert you."

Sighing softly Spike laid his head back against Angel's shoulder. "Guess you're right...I just...I hoped that maybe..." Spike's voice trailed off as his hand stroked Angel's thigh.

Angel's cock starts to rise and he bitched at it silently in his head. 'No cock, bad cock, down boy. No...no having the sex with the pregnant childe, that's wrong even for you. Down...oh, God.please.'  Angel shifted back slightly and picked up the pitcher rinsing off the soap bubbles.

"Water's getting cold we need to get you out of here."

"Yes, sire." Spike's voice was smooth as silk as he drew himself to his feet. As he stepped from the tub he turned giving Angel a glimpse of his cock---smooth and hard as marble---before he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his hips.

Angel groaned, standing quickly and grabbed a towel to cover himself. "You hungry again? Want to eat before bed?"

Spike shuddered at the glimpse of Angel's thick beautiful cock. "Yes, sire." He turned and headed for the kitchen grabbing another towel. Whistling softly he began scrubbing his hair dry.

Following Angel walked around Spike. He knew what would happen as soon as that towel pulled away from Spike's head. If he didn't see it, then he had no reason to hump pillows to death later. Opening the fridge he poured a mug of blood and put it in the microwave.

"Ain't eating, luv." Spike slumped boneless in one of the chairs. "When was the last time you ate?" He lowered the damp towel to his shoulders. His usually slicked back gelled hair was now a mass of wild loose damp silvery-blonde curls. "Daddy needs to eat, too."

Angel laid his head against the fridge whimpering. He pushed his nails against his palms as he tried to fight the urges. All the nasty, dirty urges that raged from his brain to his cock. He finally whispered when he felt he'd gotten himself under control again.

"Will, please eat for me and I'll eat for you. Or I'll eat then let you feed from me. I bet sire's blood would be good for the baby."

Groaning Spike closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He hadn't tasted his sire's blood in far too long. "God, peaches..." he whimpered, "...I'll do whatever you think best, luv."

"Good." Angel took the mug of blood chugging it down, then he moved to the table. Kneeling down at Spike's feet he tilted his neck to the side.

"Here. Come on---feed."

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