The demonic duo stumbled into Angel's apartment, still quite drunk. They
removed their jackets and shoes and tossed them carelessly onto the floor,
before settling on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to yell at me and pick those up," Spike questioned.

"No. I have other things in mind."

Angel leaned over and pulled his Childe's face to his own, bringing his
lips down to crush the other man's in a passionate kiss. He nibbled gently
at Spike's lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth. Spike moaned softly
and allowed his Sire's probing tongue access. They dualed in the cool,
moist depths of each other, fueling the fire that had long been ignored by
the two vampires.

Passion and need quickly took over as they started shedding each bit of
clothing that stood between them. Shirts ripped. Buttons were pulled off.
Pants were torn from each other's bodies as they franticly tried to expose
skin to each other. The shredded remains of their clothing fluttered to the
floor like confetti, until they were pressed against each other's naked
bodies.

Their hands moved, almost of their own volition, reaquanting themselves
with each hard muscle, each soft curve of the other. Angel's hands gripped
the back of Spike's head as he thrust his tongue into the blond's waiting
mouth, exploring the dark cavern, relishing the taste of his Childe. / Like
whiskey and cigarettes and blood... /

They paused for an unneeded breath. From somewhere nearby Angel could hear
music playing softly.

"...Some others I've seen

Might never be mean

Might never be cross, or try to be boss

but they wouldn't do.

For nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults

I love you still

It had to be you..."

He didn't have a stereo, so he couldn't figure out where the music was
coming from. / Must be one of the neighbors. / He pushed the thought to the
back of his mind and went back to more pleasurable diversions.

Spike looked at his Sire, blue eyes dark with lust, panting slightly. He
lunged towards the older man, pinning him to the sofa before running his
tongue lightly over Angel's ears. Fingers gently pinched and twisted Angel's
nipples into hard little peaks and he shuddered as Spike continued on a
slow, teasing path down the dark haired vampire's torso, nipping, kissing,
tasting every inch of naked flesh on his way to the erection that bobbed
slightly against a firm stomach.

Spike blew softly across the tip and reached down to catch the small pearl
of fluid that was forming there with his mouth. He moved down to the base,
caressesing the sensitive member with the tip of his tongue, elicting a
small moan of pleasure from above. He moved his way back up and sucked the
bulbous head firmly into the wet cavern of his mouth. The blond reached one
hand down to place feather light touches on his Sire's heavy sac.

Angel moaned, the younger man's teasing becoming to much to bear. "Oh God,
Spike, please..." He gasped as his pleas were answered by the blond vampire
engulfing him to the root, that marvelous tongue laving his turgid length as
the younger man's head bobbed slowly up and down. "Yesss," he hissed
lightly.

As his Childe continued his ministrations, Angel could feel his orgasm
rapidly aproaching. It had been far too long since he had had this sort of
contact with anything other than his hand. He tried to hold it back, but the
younger vampire was sucking in earnest now, pulling his release from him
with insistent swipes of his lips and tongue.

The hand that had been lightly fondling his balls moved lightly down the
skin of the dark vampire's perineum. One finger pushed gently at the
entrance to his body, entering with a smooth thrust when Angel relaxed. It
crooked slightly and nudged the sensitive gland that resided there, sending
bolts of sensation through the older man.

Angel felt himslef sliding over the edge, his eyes rolling back into his
head as waves of pleasure cascaded over him. He surrendered to the talented
mouth, the coaxing fingers and felt himself cumming in ragged bursts,
emptying his cold seed into the welcoming throat of his Childe.

"Spike, I want you," Angel moaned as the gentle sucking pulled every last
drop from his softening erection. "I want you. I need you. Please!"

Angel's eyes fluttered open and looked around. He was no longer on the sofa
in his living room and Spike was nowhere to be seen. He blinked several
times in confusion, wondering how and when he had made it into his bed and
why he was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing last night.

The crushing pain in his head forced him to lay back on his pillows before
he could investigate further.

Spike padded quietly in from the kitchen carrying a warm mug of blood and a
pair of aspirin he knew his Sire would be needing.

"That must have been some dream you were having. I could hear you all the
way in the kitchen." He chuckled as the older vampire squinted up at him.

"What happend last night, Spike? And can you please stop the room from
spinning," Angel groaned as he reached for the proffered blood and tidy
white tablets that were held out to him.

"Well you passed out halfway here and I had to carry you the rest of the
way. And here I thought they always said the Irish could hold their liquor.
By the by, you've gained some weight in your old age Peaches."

Angel quickly popped the pills in his mouth and chased them down with a
large gulp of the warm blood. "Did anything happen last night," he asked,
blinking owlishly at the man who was now sitting on the bed with him.

"You mean other than you lapsing into a coma in the middle of the street?
Nope, not a bloody lot. So what were you dreaming about pet?" Spike grinned
as a furious blush crept over his Sire's pale cheeks. "That good huh? Let me
guess...you and your little Bunny en flegrente delecto."

"Iwahdweminboutyou," Angel mumbled into his pillow.

Spike raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What was that mate?"

Angel sighed and raised his eyes to meet those of the younger vampire. "I
was dreaming about you," he said quietly.

Spike's mouth dropped slightly in shock. He had thought his Sire's kiss had
just been a drunken ploy to shut him up. / Well what do you know? The Poof
still fancies me. / Spike cast a cocky grin at his Sire. "Well we could
always make your dreams come true," he said with a wink.

"That has got to be the cheesiest line I have ever heard," Angel smirked.

"Yeah, well they can't all be brilliant. 'Course you find me so irresistable
that it doesn't matter, does it Peaches."

"Spike?"

"Yeah mate."

"Don't harrass the vampire with the hangover." Angel burried his head back
into his pillow as Spike walked away laughing.
 

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