Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: sequel to The Answer
Distribution: redssoulmates
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: None really. Angel season 5 spoilers.
Notes: Angel is Spike's sire, not Drusilla, Spike is not a ghost
Warnings: language, sexual situations, m/m
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel heard Spike's questions but couldn't seem to answer him. What do you say after pretending to hate someone for a century?
Spike waited for Angel to say something, anything, but all he heard was silence. "Right, then. Should've figured. Had fun playing this mind game with me, did you?" He left the room before Angel could answer, muttering 'wanker' under his breath.
Angel winced hearing his office door slam shut. Falling into his leather chair, Angel ran his hand over his face. 'Why didn't I answer him? Why didn't I just tell him?' Spike's questions repeated themselves in Angel's mind. 'Do you really miss me? Do you even want me?' It really was a simple question that deserved a simple answer.
Did he want Spike? That was like asking if he liked blood or if he was still a vampire. Of course he wanted Spike. Shifting slightly in his chair, he thought of several ways and positions he wanted Spike in. Pushing himself away from the chair and desk, he made his way out of his office.
"Hi, boss," Harmony greeted him with enthusiasm.
"Harmony," he stated. "I'll take care of any phone calls and business tomorrow. I'm taking the rest of the day off."
"You got it," she told him as she proceeded to answer the phone.
Angel made his way to the elevator, unknowing that Spike had made the same path moments before. Walking into his room, he froze in mid step. Spike. His childe was sitting on the middle of his bed in nothing but a pair of jeans. "What are you doing here, Spike?" he asked trying to sound annoyed.
"Watching the telly. Not like I have anywhere else to go," he told Angel while not looking at him once.
Angel slid off his coat, making a decision. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto the bed directly behind Spike. "Did you ever doubt if I would want you, William," he whispered in Spike's ear.
"Sod off, Peaches."
"Was there any doubt?"
"There was a lot of doubt. Now leave me alone."
Angel leaned down to Spike's shoulder gently kissing his skin, leading to his neck. "I don't really want to leave you alone." While placing a kiss on the side of his neck, he reached his hand over and grabbed the remote, turning the television off.
"Hey," Spike yelped. "I was watching that, mate."
"You'll be too busy doing other things."
"That right? Didn't see you asking a bloke. Always take what you like?" Spike smirked.
"I do when it comes to you." Angel let his hands slide over Spike's shoulders and down his chest, feeling the cool skin of his childe under his touch. "I've missed you, William. Want you."
Spike felt Angel's hands on the buttons of his jeans. His body hummed with the thought of his Sire touching him and needing him once again. "Maybe I need a reminder," Spike told him, his voice filled with lust.
"That right?" Angel asked as he slowly undid the buttons one by one.
THE END