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Dream On Depeche Mode

As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see

Hey you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile

Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving

There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it's educating

Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you

Feel the fever coming
You're shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won't stop you itching

Can you feel a little love
Can you feel a little love

Dream on dream on

Blame it on your karmic curse
Oh shame upon the universe
It knows its lines
It's well rehearsed

It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallowed ground
Where holiness is never found

Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving

Can you feel a little love
Can you feel a little love

Dream on dream on

He had bolted the door against their screams.their pleas.

The upper echelon of Wolfram & Hart. And he knew what would happen - it wouldn't be tender - no gentle taking of blood, not even a clean kill. Dru and Darla were not there to feed, but to destroy. No doubt inflicting as much pain as demonically possible along the way. And he had bolted the door. Not Angelus. Not Angel. He had.

But who was he? No regret over his part in the carnage, just confusion, and wonder, and confusion again. Not human, still demon. With a soul, yes. But a soul didn't mean that he didn't feel good about shooting the bolt home against the lawyer's cries. Didn't mean that a measure of vengeance wasn't sweet. He licked his lips.yes.he could still taste their terror on the air that night. They were, after all, evil. Evil as any demon he had ever come across, and often more powerful and calculating. And there was the fine line. Demons were bad, and O.K. to kill. Humans, whether bad or good, were untouchable. Who had made these rules? Evil was evil, and that is were the line blurred.

It had felt right to lock the human evil in with their doom that night. It still felt right. Despite the looks on Wesley's and Cordelia's faces; they hadn't understood, how could he expect them too? He didn't understand it himself, he just knew it was time for a change. It felt right to be driving away from Los Angeles right now. Going towards Sunnydale and the safety he thought he would find there. He laughed to himself.Safety.on the Hellmouth. it made perfect demon sense.

The scenery outside the heavily tinted windows was never changing.small towns, nameless, connected by miles of uncultivated land. And he realized, with a sinking feeling, that it had probably been farmland at some point in the recent past, and most likely in his immortal lifetime it would be become a sea of beehive condominiums, only to be torn down again and become strip malls. Everything would change, it always did, and this was almost.reassuring. The black stretch of asphalt seemed to go on forever.

His mind wandered with the sameness of the landscape, only snapping back to reality as he passed the battered "Welcome To Sunnydale" sign post. It no longer mattered to him that Buffy was in love with Riley, that she had gone on with her own life - there was still a calm center that beckoned him onward.

With growing anticipation he pulled his car onto her block, slowing and parking a few doors away. Not wanting to alarm or antagonize Joyce, he slipped down the path between the Summers' house and that of their neighbors. The smell of night-blooming jasmine assaulted his senses, driving him further back into warm memories of the blonde girl. Recalling the feeling of her hard muscled body relaxing into his arms and becoming soft for him. Just to hold her again might make everything right in his world. He didn't really believe that she could help him make sense of this change in him, but something had called him to Sunnydale, what else could it be but his soul's love for Buffy?

It was with mind-numbing shock that he turned the corner and saw Spike.sitting on Buffy's back porch, with one arm lying across the bowed shoulders of the blonde girl. His body froze as his brain tried to assimilate what he was seeing - his handsome Childe, blonde head bent in concern over the Slayer's frame. More than concern, those blue eyes, even from here were obviously filled with a desire he hadn't seen since.. A very long time ago when those eyes looked at his with that smoldering lust, and something more.

He knew his Childe.. Could sense the others growing arousal as one black jean clad thigh pressed closer into Buffy's. And she didn't resist! His searing jealousy cut through the now sickeningly sweet smell of flowers and he could smell her.. He could smell her want. He reeled back as if he'd been struck squarely in the chest, and he could feel the stinging pain in his heart.

Spike had no soul, and yet Buffy could elicit tenderness in the demon that he could never achieve. In that moment, he could not tell which figures' seeming betrayal caused him more agony. Immediately, he turned and fled. Racing blindly towards his car, somehow finding the keys, turning them in the ignition - the pain in his chest radiating to all parts of his body - speeding away from the scene of the horror. The nightmares of his time spent in Hell suddenly dimmed in comparison to the image branded on his soul.

The scene replaying again and again, each time tearing into his aching heart. His thoughts echo, "My love, my love," and then he hears his own voice groan, "My Childe!". He suddenly pulls the car into a frantic turn, the wheels screaming in protest on the pavement, and he heads back to the Hellmouth. All the while, thinking, "Mine, He is mine, my Childe, and he will know who his Sire is."

---------------------------------------------------

He returned to Sunnydale just as the sun rose, stashing his car behind the familiar cemetery gates, blanket shielding his body from the morning light, he moved too quickly to track with human eye into the crypt where he knew he would find the blonde demon.

And there, in the dim light, lay his boy, wearing his customary black jeans and shirt; sound asleep, leather duster crumpled beside him. Looking so young, looking so helpless, and he decided to wait.

In Spike's dream, the gargoyle crouched at the foot of the bed. A statue wrapped in leather, only the eyes alive and staring at the sleeping form beneath him. Frozen, menacing, the granite mouth moved just once, to lick it's lips.

The disturbing image startled Spike awake, to the more shocking image of Angel, bent over him. Startled at first, then recovering, "Bloody Poofter! Back from LaLa land so soon? And the first place you come is here? 'M flattered, Peaches..didn't know ya cared."

Angel, his lips barely moving growls, "This wasn't the first place I came."

That simple statement sends a shock of alarm off in Spike's sleep-addled brain. Flinching inwardly he masks his sense of foreboding by reaching for his cigarettes, "Got a light, pet?".

In a fluid unstoppable movement, Angel moves from the crouch and covers Spikes' body with his own. Snapping into game face, Angel sniffs the smaller man, like an animal, moving slowly up his body, "Her.smell.on.you", until his face is hovering over Spike's.

Gone is Spike's cool wariness, shock registers on his pale, angular features, "Angelus.?" he breathes out.

The dark vampire rocks back on his haunches, sitting heavily on Spike's chest, his knees pinning down the younger man's arms. No answer on his face to that question. Locking eyes, "Have you forgotten what's mine, boy!".

Spike reacts at the tone of Angel's voice, not the words, misunderstanding their meaning. Anger rising, blue eyes now flecked with gold, "Yours?? You left her, ya wanker, 'member that part? Left her sugary sweetness for the right demon to lap up," grinning lewdly.

Angel rears back, his right hand shooting out as he lands a bone-crunching punch on Spike's face. Spike makes pained noises in his throat as he sees the look on Angel's face. A look of pure demon need/lust/want and he shivers in anticipation as Angel bends forward again. Moving agonizingly slowly until his forehead is pressed against Spike's, rough tongue starting to lick away the blood. Spike's blood!

His mind/mouth reeling at the memory of that coppery, smoky tang that is his Childe's. So good, it makes him remember.something wrong! In his minds' eye he sees Dusilla licking the face of a crushed kitten, humming mindlessly to it - cradling the dead thing like a beloved newborn - and then they are his hands.wrapped around Spike's face, his mouth over the last remnant of damage he had done. This is not like Drusilla his sanity tries to cry out. He is not some mad creature. He is .Angel..Angelus.whatever - and the beautiful white demon pinned beneath him (who should be terrified, but is not) is his own. This is not madness.this is.foreplay.

Spike begins to shudder with silent laughter, finally focusing his eyes on the hulk looming above him, "See Peaches.ya did miss me." But the words freeze in his throat as he sees what is happening to Angel's face.

The demon has left and the statue is back, and a smile is breaking across the statue's face.slowly, painfully, cruelly, those perfect lips are moving upward - and in that instant, Spike knows fear. Terror really - because his mind cannot form any words, and somehow, in the back of that primal fear he knows that words would not move the thing grinning down at him. He begins to shift wildly, trying to shove the larger man off of him, which only elicits a low growl from Angel, leaning in again.this time pressing the length of his body along Spike's, pinning him to the bed.

The dark head bends towards the shocking white one, lips and teeth brushing against the pale ear and a whisper straight into his being, "Don't struggle like that, it only makes me want you more."

Torn between absolute fear, and absolute want. Spike feels his cock thicken, painfully trying to break itself free. The more he tries to escape, the more Angel presses against him, as he feels Angels' quickly growing hardness.

The two move, as if in a dance. Angels' hand underneath Spike's neck, his fingers pull his head back.exposing his neck. "Come on Angel, Angelus. whoever the fuck you are. do it!" Spike says defiantly and arches his neck even further towards Angel's hungry mouth.

Fangs instinctively emerge. A rough tongue is the first thing that Spike feels across his neck, marking the spot where the dark demon's fangs Sired him. Swiftly, sweetly. brutally.angrily... they sink into the flesh of the not-so-young demon.. Biting, and tearing, and sucking. Hips grinding together furiously. Spike's hands instinctively reach for the top button of Angel's pants.

Angel's mind flies back again... back to the night he sired this Childe. The lusty young lad who sucked his cock as if drinking from the eternal fountain of youth. Who had slipped his tongue so eagerly around the slit, and down to the base of the throbbing shaft. Enough passion there to make Angel's designs, not for a meal... but for a demon lover, whose lust could match his own.

Spike's fingers nimbly work the head of Angel's cock, feeling the precum, the tip glossy and wet... knowing that soon, he would feel Angel complete him. the way he had. that night... Angel pulls his mouth away from the blood, and the memories, now fully aware of Spike's ministrations to his painful erection. "Enough foreplay whelp, get on your knees, this time, it's gonna hurt."

Spike's verbal response is, "I hope so, Pet" as he eagerly flips his body over. Angel's hand slips between Spike's thighs. roughly stroking the outline of hardness through the fabric that is stretching taut over his swollen member. just waiting. wanting. trying... aching to be released.

Spike returns the kindness with a jolt back... grinding against his Sire. His words escape him...as he gasps, needlessly, "Pants. Off. now!"

"Shut up boy, this isn't going to be easy for you. I owe you that!" Angel can't see, nor imagine the Cheshire cat grin spreading across Spike's lips. He tears off the first button with a mere twitch of his fingers. and pinches hard the on the tip of Spike's cock... eliciting a yelp from the smaller man. "Been a long time Spike?" Angel laughs.

"Not as long as it's been for you... soul-boy!" Angel responds by sliding his fist down the length of Spike's now free erection. Spike moans...

"Is that any way to talk to your Sire? You're a disobedient whelp. Time for punishment!"

"Yes Sire."

Angel lets his hands slide to Spike's hips, as he pushes the black jeans down around his Childe's knees. Then leaning forward and tearing at the material of Spike's T-shirt with his fangs, ripping it down the center, leaving it to fall in shreds around the writhing body beneath him. Angel glides his right hand slowly up the white back until he reaches the shoulder blades, and with a hard shove he pushes the blonde face forward into the mattress.

Spike's whole body awakening, his muffled moans trapped inside of the fabric. Angel's left hand lands on Spike's hip, grabbing it hard... fingernails digging into the white flesh "Isn't this beautiful." as the blood pools around his finger tips. Angel reaches to the clasp of his belt, and with one jerk, the strap of leather swings free. In another instant he wraps the belt around Spike's unprotesting wrists, and binds him to the bed frame. Angel's hands begin massaging his own constrained erection, feeling the throbbing, pulsating organ. He pushes the fabric of his own pants down, just enough to expose his red and swollen cock.

With a tone Spike has never heard in Angel's voice, "Are you ready boy?" Spike knows there is no answer to this as he feels Angel stabbing into him.

Angel sighs as the demon's flesh wraps tightly around him, resisting. The dark demon presses forward, he hears the screams of pain beneath him, until he feels the flesh tearing, surrendering. Lubricated by the wounds, Angel's rhythmic thrusting continues as Spike struggles and writhes in agony touched by ecstasy, feeling the leather of the belt rubbing the skin of his wrists raw.

"Angel... No."

"Spike.. Yes". and Angel smiles.

One hand on the smaller mans' neck pressing in bruises he knows will heal quickly. too quickly. "I take what's mine Spike. and you are mine." and with one fierce thrust "don't ever forget that again!" The torment of feeling arousal under Angel's brutal assault destroys his resistance and his struggles cease.

Angel thrills over the total surrender of mind and body to him. "That's it Childe." His hips guiding his cock rapidly into Spike, he is unable to delay any longer. Violently yanking Spike's hips onto his rod, Angel empties himself into the blonde demon beneath him. He closes his eyes and pictures his come splashing against the walls of Spike's achingly tight passage. The angry eruptions flowing out of him, leaving him sweaty, and trembling.

Spent. he pulls his body away from the other man, and slips down to lie next to him. Lazily, he leans in to kiss those bruised cheeks, and frowns as Spike pulls away, as far as the bonds will allow. Angel's eyes travel up Spike's white arms to the chaffed wrists, still bound by his belt. He heaves a heavy and needless sigh, as one hand snakes up the blonde's body to undo the clasp on the belt. No sound escaping his lips, Angel pulls Spike's wounded arms to his chest, and curls up into a ball.

The younger man's voice, husky from the screaming, but with a vicious edge demands, "Who the fuck are you?!"

Angel looks squarely into Spike's eyes, and honestly replies "I don't know."

Spike, looking into those deep, dark confused eyes begins to laugh, "You don't, do you mate?"

Angel curls up tighter, as tears run down his face "I'm ."

Spike interrupts "Don't you dare say you're sorry for raping me, you bloody ponce. Turn all noncy on me after you get your jollies. This is what we are! We aren't humans.it isn't sweetness and candlelight - we're demons, Angel! An' it's about time you stopped fightin' that fact!"

Looking at Angel's startled expression, he is painfully aware of the aching between his thighs. He grabs the back of Angels' hair, forcing his face up, and with blinding speed, crushes his mouth against Angel's, pushing his tongue past the sensual lips, bruising them in his ferocity. Angel responds with equalled fervor. Mouths open, tongues plunging, vying for domination.

Spike's kiss is more than want. it's a need to sink into the darkness he senses in this changed Angel. To rival the darkness with unparalleled desire. to be ... there with him. To feel every movement as no one else could. No one knows this Angel, but him, of that one thing he is sure.

The taste of Angel's mouth begging him, drawing him in. Angel's arms slowly wrap themselves around Spike. Feeling for the first time, the desperation of a drowning man. His kiss softens as he recognizes the need in Angel, for a lover, not just any lover, but his Childe, a demon of his own creation. He whispers into Angel's mouth "Sire"... A trapped cry lingers in Angel's throat, and Spike knows he's won.

Spike smiles into this kiss, a softer kiss, mouths and hips moving together slowly, exploring, and becoming aware of each other's bodies. Angel can feel the tenderness in the other man's touch, and marvels at the way Spike's body responds to him, especially after the torment he has just inflicted on the blonde.

As if sensing his thoughts, Spike pulls back from the kiss, grinning again, "Yes, I know you, I know my Sire.and I know better than you what you need. What we need . Which is to be naked. Now." Spike pulls away from Angel's embrace, dragging his tattered black tee shirt away from his limbs, revealing his hard, sculpted chest.

Transfixed by the white skin, Angel leans in to kiss Spike on the shoulder.his mouth moving down, tongue tracing circles in the cool skin, his lips finally fastening on Spike's right nipple, sucking first, then nibbling, then biting on the aroused flesh. Spike trembles, moaning.the desire building in him as he pulls Angel on his knees to face him.

Hands moving over Angel's shirt.giving up the finesse of undoing each button, and rips the silk apart, pulling the rags from Angel's torso. Wrapping his arms around Angel he leans into another kiss, cool skin pressed together, warming tongues snaking in exploration.

Angel's hands move expertly over the plains of Spike's body, a body he remembers so well. His fingertips brushing lightly along the small of Spike's back as he deepens the kiss, causing the younger man to arch into him, bringing Angel's attention back to Spike's cock, straining and glistening from neglect, rubbing insistently against his own.

Once again, Spike finds himself being pushed back onto the bed, but this time gently, face up, Angel's hands moving over his body in obvious desire. Spike looks up at Angel with lust filled eyes drinking in Angel's form as the darker vampire quickly strips off his pants.

He had forgotten how beautiful the brooding man's body was, and to see him naked and hard in front of him.hell, hard for him, it just made his body ache more. But not for long, as Angel moves quickly to shrug Spike's jeans off his calves, and across the crypt. With a sensual prowl Angel crawls back along the length of Spike's form, covering the smaller man with his body. Spike groans with need, moving his hands around to cup Angel's ass and press their rigid cocks against eachother once again.

Angel laughs lightly against Spike's neck, licking the wounds he had made earlier, "Slowly boy, this is a different torture." Spike growls with desire, but allows Angel to continue tasting every inch of his skin he can lay mouth to. The dark head moves over his chest again, sucking and roughly biting the nipples, teasing them to painful erection. He lets his hips move slowly with Spike's rhythm until he has the younger man chanting his name in near delirium.

"Angel...Angel.Angel!", as the dark man's hungry tongue slips further down his torso, licking the scent and salt from Spike's skin, stabbing lightly into Spike's navel bringing forth more hoarse cries.

Gods how he loves the sound of his name on that boy's lips! Finally, Angel's head raises slightly, his eyes glancing up at Spike's face, beautifully contorted in desire, and takes that first lick of precum, delighting in the sight of Spike's eyes flying widely open as his blue eyes fasten on Angel's bottomless brown ones.

A strangled cry tears from his throat, "Sire.", sending Angel over the edge with desire to pleasure his Childe, his boy, and without hesitation he slides his lips over the almost purple member of his lover. He moves his mouth down slowly, tightly, pushing at the foreskin, his lips barely scraping the tender skin bringing forth unearthly groans from the blonde.

The length of Spike's shaft disappearing into his Sires wet and hungry mouth. Angel fists the base of his Childe's cock, expertly stroking it in time with his desirous suckling. His tongue dances circles around the head, leaving Spike unstable and gasping for unnecessary breath. With the pulsating rhythmic motion, Angel can feel the building tension along the length of Spike's rod, burning, red and throbbing.

Angel delights in his Childe's mania, "Sire. Sire.pleaaa" with that, Spike releases a flood of come down Angel's willing throat. Angel greedily swallows it all. As Spike's hips gyrate wildly against his face, Spike's hand pushes Angel's all-to-ready mouth down further, until he's buried deeply inside of his him. The blonde's hands fall limply from Angel's head, the darker man finally releasing his now limp member with a final, gentle suck.

Languidly, Angel moves his head up, resting it on Spike's smooth stomach as the blonde moves his body down and around, wrapping himself around his Sire. Resting in silence for a few moments, Angel's being hums with the electricity of his skin against his Childe's.

Wanting more, he slides up, his legs pushing Spike's thighs apart as he tries to claim as much of his lovers' flesh as possible, pressing it into his own. Angel plants a slow, wet, lingering kiss on the blonde demon's lips. Spike's tongue darting into his mouth, pulling the taste of himself out of Angel. Feeling Angel's once again fully erect cock pushing against his side, Spike breaks the kiss to reach down, "No." Angel whispers into his lover's mouth, "This doesn't stop!"

As he locks onto Spike's mouth with his own, one hand moves delicately down Spike's frame, finding the crook of one knee, and gently bringing it up over his shoulder. Not relinquishing his master's lips, Spike catches onto the game, and helps Angel by bringing his other leg up around the larger man's waist. One hand supporting his own weight, Angel moves his other hand down to his own hardening member, with one finger he dips into the ready moisture at the tip and then begins to lightly rim the edge of Spike's entrance. At this intimate and tender touch, Spike moans into Angel's mouth, and Angel takes this as his cue to gently guide a finger inside.

So unlike the brutal assault earlier, Spike's body responds eagerly to this intrusion, hips thrusting up into Angel's hand. Angel's kiss becomes hungrier; the movement of his tongue more fevered as he feels the mounting passion of his lover. He pulls his finger out, and before Spike can protest against this parting, slides two fingers inside. Slowly pushing against the tight walls, stretching the muscles, pressing his lips into Spike's to hold that kiss, capture his essence. Spike grinds his hips furiously against Angel's hand, and Angel feels his own desire increase. His desire to meld with this body, this man beneath him, to inject his soul as surely as his semen into him.

It was difficult to tell where the moans end and the kiss begins and he knows he has to possess him.now! Knowing they are both ready for more, Angel's back arches as he pulls his fingers out, pressing his hips forward and he guides his rigid member against Spike's ravenous hole. Pushing against the ring of muscle. So tight.this time allowing himself to feel every tangled sensation he did not, could not, allow in the first reclaiming. In that first deep thrust, Angel buries himself in Spike.open mouth against open mouth, breathing all the lust, need and want into the other's body.

Mouths sealed against each other, lips locking in an eternal struggle, Angel begins rocking his hips against Spike's willing passage. Spike's right hand moves to caress Angel's face, tracing the proud cheekbones and lightly brushing their bruised lips, then moving around to snake his fingers through Angel's hair. His left hand glides down Angel's smooth back, finally cupping that perfect and hard ass, pulling it into his body as if he could drive Angel even further into him.

Although Angel is the one on top, although he is the one blissfully driving himself into Spike, he feels himself controlled by that strong embrace. Conquered by his need to own and be owned by his Childe, Angel's hand wanders over Spike's smooth shoulders, pressing the skin on the other man's chest and abdomen, fingers seeking out the hungry cock pressed against his stomach. As Angel wraps his fingers around Spike's hardness he feels, then hears Spike's rasping cry into his mouth.

Spike's grinding hips plead for a fiercer rhythm from his Sire, but Angel controls his passionate thrusts into the same long, slow pulls of his hand, with his finger pushing down on the foreskin to tease the rim of the glossy wet head. Moving his hand lower, Angel strokes downward, moving the foreskin lower. Without releasing Spike's member, he drags his thumb past the root to caress Spike's aching sac.

Overcome by the torturous teasing of Angel's hands, and the need for release, Spike feels a growl growing from deep inside of him. A place he thought could no longer be touched. The growl moves into the kiss.Spike's lips parting with it.his body arching into Angel's thrust with it. His head jerking backward, the growl erupting from his throat like a cry to the heavens, "MY SIRE!!!!"

With that, Angel can no longer restrain himself, he rears up.the words releasing him to explode into Spike.filling him with his cold seed as Spike comes in his hand, his semen spilling onto his stomach. Angel continues to erupt into Spike, giving voice to his soul's maddening desire, his deafening roar filling the crypt, "MY LOVE, MY CHILDE!!!!". Spent, the larger man collapses onto his lover, Spike's leg slipping from his shoulder as he wraps both legs around his waist.

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Part 2:

Lullaby, The Cure

Softly through the shadows of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out the fear in the gathering gloom
Suddenly! A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do
And I fell like I'm being eaten by a thousand
Million shivering furry holes and I know that in
The morning I will wake up in the shivering cold

---------------------------------------------------

Riley shudders as he realizes just where he is, and just how far gone he is. The demons that have brought him here are his own and he can't lift a finger to save himself. He is lost as he sees the hand move up - his own hand - to push on the heavy crypt door.it's locked!

Shaking, he leans against the stone frame, crying hoarsely, "Spike!" He can feel the bolt being drawn back, feel his body propelled forward, driven by its' own needs, he practically falls against the blonde demon.

Spike's smile glitters in the darkness, "Well.lookee what the kitty dragged in ! Yer lookin' a little worse for wear, soldier boy. Whatsa' matter? No vampire sluts want to play with you tonight?"

Riley recoils at the venom in the demon's voice, his anger warring with his need, knowing which will win. "They won't touch me", he whispers, "Someone's spread the word, they know I'm - they know Buffy's - they."

"Ah.they know you're the Slayer's love toy?" Spike practically sneers at his last words.

Riley's eyes widening in sudden realization. " You!? You told them who I was? You goddamn bastard!", and with the last word he lunges towards Spike, who easily side-steps the larger man, letting him stumble.

"Just happy to help, Pet. That first step is the hardest one, they say, just admitting you have a problem." Slipping into a bad American accent, "Hello, my name is Riley Finn, and I'm a demon slut. Show me a fang and I'll open a vein." Moving swiftly into game face he leers at the trembling human, "But luv.you didn't come here to be lectured did you?"

Stepping a little closer to Riley, laughing internally, reading the boy's thoughts.he had expected to find a more docile Spike, a trained vamp he could deal with, but the reunion with Angel had already changed Spike more than he knew. "But I can't bite you, you stupid git - remember? Your precious initiative chipped me. Not that I don't enjoy the sight of you slinkin' in here ta beg for my fangs.pretty as a postcard - think the Slayer would like a copy??"

"Spike." A voice whispers from the shadows, quietly halting the blonde demon's rant.

Riley turns, his eyes seeking.and finding.a pale face looming in the shadows. "Spike.who??" the words hiss past his lips.

Spike grins widely, features morphing back to sharp human semblance. "Oh, I am rude! I entertain so rarely these days. Please, allow me."

Grabbing Riley by one arm and propelling him toward the figure still in shadows, "Riley. Angel. Angel. Riley. About time you two met. Angel, Riley here thought we might be feelin' a bit peckish after our little workout an' has brought a nummy treat!"

No movement from the pale face hanging in the darkness. Only Riley's heart pounding in his throat, which he knows the two vampires must hear as loudly as he can. This was Angel. Buffy's Angel. He stands staring, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the crypt. God, the man was beautiful! Riley had always pushed his admiration for other men's physical beauty to the back of his head, but the creature in front of him denied the suppression of those feelings. He had to acknowledge that strength, those endless eyes, the large hands hanging at his sides.for a moment he can imagine those hands moving over Buffy's body, the strength of the dark man a match for her's that his, Riley's, never would be.

Not thinking, he takes a step closer to the dark demon - suddenly remembering himself, he stops. He feels Spike's hands snaking around his shoulders, keeping him from moving any further away from the gloom-wrapped shadow before him.

Cold lips graze his ear, "That's him, boy - the love she can't get out of her mind, no matter how much you try, no matter how hard you fuck her, he's always in the shadows between you. Go on.get a closer look."

He gently moves the human's body forward with his own, letting his chest press on Riley's back, his lips still hovering on the boy's ear as he continues, practically purring, "Riley.Riley.your blood is craving us, isn't it? You've got a dozen wounds on your body begging to be reopened. You need to feel the sharpness of razor fangs, pressed against your flesh, stabbing in.releasing you to feel.don't you, Riley?"

Delirious, Riley runs his tongue over dry lips, and those dark dark eyes in front of him seize on the movement, Angel's eyes focused on his lips.and Riley finds himself licking his lips again to keep the vampire's gaze locked on him.

Spike has to force himself not to burst into laughter. This is too easy! He keeps nudging Riley forward, as slowly as he can, not wanting to break the trance that Riley has helped him induce. He knows Angel is as famished as he is, and here is a willing victim. That it should be Riley, lead Nazi boy of the despised Initiative is just icing on the corpse for Spike. And if Riley thinks that he and Angel are going to indulge his little vampire fetish and let him go.well, Spike has other plans for Riley that involve exacting a little vengeance for the cursed piece of metal in his brain.

Damn Angel.why isn't he moving? The boy is practically on top of him, and Angel remains with his body plastered to the stone wall, unmoving.but Spike can tell by the golden flecks in his Sire's eyes.devouring the human with his half demonic vision, that Angel's soul has slipped sideways for the moment, and Spike knows he can orchestrate the rest.

One step further and Riley feels himself pressed between the two vampires, but all he can see is Angel's mouth. Waiting.wanting it to fasten onto him, to feel the rush of being sucked in.needed.

For a moment, Riley's training comes back to him, his body stiffens - he is a human trapped between two hungry vamps on their own turf. This is bad.very bad!

Spike senses the boy's fear, and he moves his hands down from Riley's shoulders in soft, gentling motions, finally resting them on his hips.pressing his own cold body into him and pressing him forward. Riley gasps as he feels the hardness between Angel's legs against his thigh.and then becomes aware of Spike, equally hard, rubbing against his backside. Both of them completely aroused.by him?? A new, heady feeling joins the others teeming through his brain. They are obviously aroused by his blood.Yes! This is what always draws him back to any vampire that will have him. He can fulfill this ultimate need for another being - a supernatural being - something he can't do for Buffy.

He is beyond all logical thinking as he groans and dares to raise his eye's to Angel's to see them alive with lust and.fear? Yes fear.even as this registers with Riley, Angel moves his hands back, palms down against the wall.

'Bleedin' martyr' Spike thinks, 'he will ruin this perfect moment.letting his damn soul get in the way'.

But to the blonde demon's surprise, it is Riley who takes control of the situation (the boy had it bad). Riley moves his hands to either side of Angel's face, bending his own neck and firmly pulling the dark head towards his pulsing jugular.

Time stops for Angel - here is his lover, his Childe, pressing the body of a willing victim into him - more than willing he thought - feeling the boy's growing erection grinding against him. But he can't bear to touch him - would have run out of the tomb if these bodies and his lust weren't keeping him pinned to that wall.

Then time starts again - two warm hands insistently pulling him in, now cradling his head as his fangs sink into scarred flesh. Sweet.so sweet...so hot and heady this rush of blood.

"Angel." The sound of his name off the human's lips brings him back.his head snaps back - back against the wall - a statue again - staring in amazement at the wounded man in front of him. There had been such love/lust/tenderness in that voice.and for a moment he feels sorrow for Buffy, having seen a glimpse of the passion she was throwing away in not keeping this man closer to her.

Spike however, is only aware that Angel has stopped, and there is an open wound in front of him, the blood singing to him. He moves his head over the gash, lapping tentatively until he is sure there will be no pain. Living human blood!!! What he lives for, and has been unable to have for so long.and indirectly because of the human writhing beneath him! He will feast on this one!

No! Angel's hand on his shoulder..squeezing too hard.a clear enough signal to stop. With a snarl he pulls back, Riley's knees buckling as he sinks between the two demons. "I'm - not - done - Angelus!!" Spike practically spits at his Sire in anger.

Calmly, Angel keeps his hand on Spike's shoulder, his grip softening, "Yes, Spike, you are done feeding on this one."

Perhaps realizing he won't win this battle, Spike acquiesces, but whispers, "Fine luv, no more blood, but I'm still not finished." And he adds with a wicked grin, "I promise not to break him, Daddy!"

Spike drags his eyes away from Angel's and down to the human on his knees before him. "Riley!" at the emphatic sound of his name, Riley's eyes snap up to the fierce blue ones above him...he isn't sure what to read in the expression, but he knows it isn't going to be good.

Struggling to stand, he finds himself roughly pushed back to his knees, "No lad.yer not done yet. Time for a little payback."

Barely hearing the vampire's words, Riley's eyes widen instead at the man's movements, Spike is unbuttoning the top button of his pants, pulling the zipper down quickly, and pulling out his very hard, very white, very uncut cock! Spike wants him to suck him off! This isn't possible! He can barely grasp that he has just allowed the infamous Angelus to suck his blood, now he is supposed to blow Hostile 17? No no no no no.his mind chants.

"Yes, boy!" are the words from Spike that answer his thoughts. "Play nice, and you might just crawl out of here alive."

Riley gasps as Spike leans his hips forward, still trapped by Angel's body behind him, he could have turned his head, but he doesn't, the gasp instead turns into the reception for Spike's first thrust into his mouth.

Salty.metallic...his mouth is bruised with the strength, the taste of the blonde vampire.and the sensation of Spike's hands roughly gripping his hair as he drives into Riley's lips is momentarily terrifying.

This is not about sex, this is about Spike being in control, how the demon must hate him and everything he stood for.Spike was in control and he was going to humiliate Riley. Prisoner of war. Riley can wrap his mind around that.so he surrenders.

He feels his hands move up around Spike's legs, finally resting on his buttocks, steadying himself and the smaller demon. Not quite aware of what is expected of him, he at least understands the mechanics from being on the receiving end more than a few times, and he begins to move his mouth over Spike's shaft of his own volition.

Sensing Riley's change from terror, to acceptance only further angers Spike, but the desire to fuck his mouth until he can't breathe is tempered by the fact that the boy's hesitant movements are actually quite good, and as he had discovered, a willing victim wouldn't activate the chip in his brain. There were obviously some unplumbed depths to the boy!

The blonde vampire settles into a rhythm that the human can accommodate and still breathe, letting his eyes wander from his hands tangled in the light brown hair, up to Angel, still standing against that damned wall. But those eyes! Completely human, Angel's eyes look at him with such fierce longing, that if he'd had breath, it would have stopped in that instant. Angel wants him.Angel's gaze was only for Spike.Buffy probably could have walked in on that rather awkward moment, and he doubts Angel would have noticed. The sensation this gives Spike is almost more than anything else he has felt that night, and he spills himself down Riley's gagging throat.eyes still locked with his Sire.

Coughing, Riley finally sinks down to his hands between the two men. There is just no dealing with what he is feeling right now, so he shuts down completely. Just remains there on hands and knees, not moving, not thinking. When he finally feels Spike's arms under his, he doesn't even react.can't react.he's sunk somewhere deep within himself. Spike shrugs. The boy isn't dead, which is what he had more or less promised Angel, so.. He helps the lad half stumble out of the crypt, and watches him stagger drunkenly a few yards off, and locks the door against sunrise.

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Part 3:

Something Must Break - Joy Division

Two ways to choose - on a razor's edge
Remain behind - go straight ahead
Room full of people - room just for one
I can't break out now - the time just won't come

Two ways to choose - which way to go
Decide for me - please let me know
Looked in the mirror - saw I was wrong
If I could get back to where I belong
Where I belong

Two ways to choose - which way to go
Had thoughts for one - designs for both
If we were immortal - we were not there
Washed up on the beaches - struggling for air

I see your face still in my window
Torments yet calms - won't set me free
Something must break now - this life isn't mine
Something must break now - wait for the time
Something must break

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'Patrol - alone.', what had he been thinking?

Oh yeah, Xander reminds himself that the offer to do the demon rounds by himself had been a clever ploy to avoid the persistent questions his friends were peppering him with about his break up with Anya.

Anya, ex Vengeance Demon, and now his ex-girlfriend had not taken the news well at all.no, her news taking had definitely been of the 'not good' variety. First had come the screaming, "What do you mean you don't want to give me orgasms anymore?", followed a little later by the destruction.

She may have no longer been a Vengeance Demon, but she still knew what she was doing when it came to wreaking it. She'd returned to his basement apartment when we was at work the next day, and had systematically destroyed everything he owned. He had come home to find every stick of furniture hacked into smaller sticks, his comic books shredded, his CD's broken, and his clothes in a smoldering heap. And Anya. Sitting primly on the untouched dryer, waiting for him. "Xander" she stated simply, "I'm feeling better now. I would still like to afflict you with terrible diseases that make your genitals drop off, but this will have to do. I'm leaving Sunnydale. Goodbye." She had slid off the appliance, picked her way through the mayhem...and was gone.

Leaving Xander to clean up the literal and figurative wreckage of his life. Everything had been going so well - sex without love, what teenage boy couldn't handle that?

And Anya had been so...inventive - which is really how this had all started. The first time she had slipped her little lubed fingers into his tight ass, he had yelped in pain. She couldn't have known he wasn't a virgin in that sense. Couldn't have known about his dark dreams of one tortuous night spent at the hands of. But she kept promising that it would get better, and when he finally remembered to breathe, it did get better - much better! And then when she stopped using her fingers and had slipped her own dildo into him - just there.

It was so different than that other time. He had almost passed out. And that started the little wheels spinning in Xander Harris' head. He wanted more, more than Anya could offer. But that wasn't the only thing. He had found himself holding back from Anya of late. Reigning in a ferocity he couldn't understand, a desire that he was certain her body couldn't handle. The brutality he felt was almost overwhelming at times, and he didn't want the ex-demon to see that.she was working so hard on her 'humanity', he knew she wouldn't be able to understand this darkness he felt brewing inside his head.

So everyone assumed he was still Xander the clown, and he could deal with that. As long as he himself knew that the fa�ade didn't hide tears, but instead cloaked a growing blackness. Xander wanted to work through this on his own, and he wasn't sure where to start, but decided parting from his girlfriend was as good a place as any.

Perhaps accepting Riley's offer to let Xander stay with him hadn't been the smartest next move. Unless you were into self-torture - which apparently Xander was.

In Xander's mind, moving in with a well muscled, handsome, obviously heterosexual soldier, (hello?! Buffy!) while Xander was beginning to explore his own homosexuality (or maybe just bisexuality his mind pled with itself) was just a little left of the Marquis de Sade in the painful/pleasurable department.

So he was here instead, walking through Sunnydale Cemetery alone, avoiding his life. Which is nice, because it's so quiet here - wait, is that a good thing in Sunnyhell?

Cursing himself for his clumsiness, he trips and almost falls over...something soft! Catching himself on the corner of a tombstone he finds himself staring at the prostrate form of Riley Finn.

"Shit!" he gasps out as he sees the wound on his friends' neck, "Riley! Riley, what have you done!?" He'd known about Riley's 'problem' but thought Riley had given up his little bite-me-for-money habit. Apparently not.

Riley's eyes flutter as Xander shakes him by the shoulder, "Riley...I can't carry you, you're gonna have to try and walk!"

Riley groans and then his eyes widen in horror, "Buffy! She's not - !"

"No man" Xander reassures him, "She's with the others at Giles'." He helps the wounded man struggle to his feet, "Ri - this is bad! I mean...it's worse than the other times...isn't it? They took too much blood? Did they hurt you? Your mouth looks kinda bruised..."

Riley accepts his friends' help to stand and walk, and then his eyes glaze over with some emotion Xander can't put a name to, "Yeah...I'm...it was different this time."

As they move slowly towards Riley's apartment, Xander asks, "Different, as in much worse?!" and is surprised at Riley's hard laugh.

Upset, Xander blurts out, "Riley, this is so not laughing material, if Buffy finds out..."

He trails off as Riley turns on him, still weak; "Buffy isn't going to find out Xander! You're not going to tell her, and I sure as hell am not going to tell her. Promise me!"

Surprised by the anger and desperation in Riley's voice and face, Xander placates, "Yeah. Yeah, Ri. Calm down. Your old pal Xander won't spill the beans."

"Good" Riley says quietly. They continue their walk home in silence.

An hour later, Riley has showered and changed - dark green turtleneck conspicuous. The two sit silent on the couch, at opposite ends, staring at the only light in the room, the flickering TV...the sound is turned off.

Riley's mind is still trapped back in the crypt, trapped between the feeling of Angel's teeth and Spike's punishing hips, locking himself in that moment.

Xander however is thinking of Riley, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to feel that bit of gold stubble rubbing along his...no! Bad Xander! Too late, his cock is already twitching. Nervously he looks over at Riley and lets out a gasp as he first realizes Riley's hand is pressed into his own crotch, and then he sees the hungry look in Riley's eyes as he looks at him, no - through him.

Afraid he might be dreaming, Xander says nothing as Riley moves his body forward on the couch until he is lying on top of Xander, pressed against him. But it isn't a dream, and this is really him, Xander, with the roommate of his wet dreams grinding on top of him...or is it?

There is a wild look in Riley's eyes, and Xander doesn't think that Riley even sees him. What is more unnerving to Xander is that Riley pulls his head away when Xander tries to kiss him.

'Okaaaay,' thinks Xander, 'Not ready for the mouth to mouth thing. You can deal, Xan-man, because soldier boy is still grinding his (shit he's as hard as I am) body across yours in a way that is so very, very good.'

Xander tests the sexual waters further by maneuvering himself so he can wrap both arms around Riley, grabbing his ass and, painfully pushing their hips together. Both are breathing heavily now, each movement spurring the others' fantasy onward. The harder Xander pulls at Riley, the more Riley sinks every available square inch of himself onto the body beneath him.

Hormone driven lust takes control and in a movement, both men are climaxing still imprisoned in their jeans, flushed and shuddering against each other. Riley rolls off of Xander, and sits on the floor. Xander props himself up with one arm and reaches out to touch the other man's hair, "Ri - that was - weird. Good I mean - yes! Very of the good! But weird."

Riley pulls away and half turns so he is looking at Xander, this time seeing his roommate, seeing his need, "Xander...." he says slowly.

Xander quickly sits up, "Shit! This didn't happen! You must hate me...think I'm...Shit! Riley, I'm sorry! This will never happen again!"

Riley grabs Xander by one arm, "Shut up, Xander. This did happen." he sighs unhappily, "No guarantees, it could happen again. But we are not going to talk about it. I'm sorry - I'm just not there...okay?"

Xander stills, then nods slowly, sealing the bargain.

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Part 4:

One More Cup of Coffee - Bob Dylan

Your breath is sweet, your eyes are like two jewels in the sky,
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lie,
But I don't sense affection, or gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me, but to the skies above.
Your father he's an outlaw, an owner by trade,
he'll teach you how to pick and choose,
and how to throw the blade.
Your sister sees the future, like your Momma and yourself.
You never learned to read and write, there's no books upon your shelf.
Your pleasure knows no limits, your voice is like a meadowlark.
But your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark

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She mutters softly to herself.what were the words? They keep flitting in and out of her mind like elusive lightening bugs. Her hands reached out to grasp them to her.but catch only air. Empty faces stare at her and she strains to listen.surely they know the song.but how can they sing without mouths?

Delighted with her thought, she swiftly sinks her ready fangs into her fingertips, beads of blood glistening on the ends, and begins to paint faces onto the blank mannequins. An audience! Just for her, to listen to her attentively and perhaps tell some dark secrets of their own. Humming now, she pirouettes in front of her macabre audience stopping as she hears a rustling at the door. Drusilla ceases her spinning and crouches.waiting.

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Cordelia had dragged herself back to Sunnydale after Angel had "fired" her and Wesley, and the Englishman had slunk back to the Watcher's circle in London. Within a few days she was back where she had started, working the drudge hours in the hated boutique and contributing her painful visions to the Scooby Gang. Her dreams of stardom were just on hold, she told herself, while she regrouped and pulled herself and some cash together. These hours though, would be the death of her before the damned visions that Doyle has so thoughtfully given to her before dying. Every night, she was scheduled to be the last one there, to close out the cash drawer, lock up the front store and wind her way through the cartons and mannequins cluttering the back room. In their infinitely twisted power and wisdom, the PTB had qualified her visions so that she would see the impending doom of others.but not her own.

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Drusilla pounces as the human walks into the dark storage room.

"Pretty!" she coos as she wraps her arms around Cordelia, pulling the other brunette into a steel embrace. Laughing into the woman's startled face, "Pretty's come to tell mummy a bed-time story, hasn't she?".

"Drusilla?!" Cordelia manages to squeak out before the fully fanged demon sinks her teeth into the cheerleader's throat. Dru bites in savagely, making a large tear.then gently settles in to nuzzle and feast.

Cordelia struggles, but pointlessly against the vampire's painful iron grip, crushing her arms into her ribs, she almost faints as she feels bones crack. It is so quick, not a chance for the witty rejoinder she is sure Buffy would have had in this situation. Why think of words as she feels her life slowly being drunk away?

As the girl's knees begin to buckle, Drusilla pulls her head back, her lips and chin stained with blood..smiling. "Angel's pet", she giggles, "I've got Angel's pet.and she's going to sing for me, and tell me where Angel and Spike are.aren't you, Pretty?"

Propping the weak woman against the blood-faced leering mannequins Dru returns to her dance of earlier, Cordelia helplessly watching the demon twirling in front of her as the vampire spins closer and closer. Finally pressing her lips in a gentle kiss to the oozing wound at the girl's throat, Drusilla whispers in her ear, "You taste good, Pretty-Pretty, Angel's pets always do. Where is my Angel?"

Too stunned to respond, Cordelia gapes in horror as the dark head bends towards her own. Her gentle mood vanishing, Dru steps back and slaps the girl...hard. Desperation mounting in her voice she begins to shriek, "Don't you understand? Nothing sings anymore! Not the stars, not my dolls.nothing! I need my boys!"

Her voice slipping into a low, sickeningly sweet tone, "Don't make me cross, precious.when you're bad like this, mummy has to punish you. Tell me!"

Panicked at the madness in the vampire's voice, Cordelia chokes out, "I- I don't know where Angel is!" seeing the vampire glare madly at her, "But Spike, Spike is always in the cemetery.he lives there."

Dru frowns at her, "In the dirt? My boy is living with worms? Ah.it's a game! Spike's playing hide and seek among the stones, but he doesn't know I'm looking..oh fun!" clapping her hand together like a delighted child, "I'm going to surprise him! And he'll know where Angel is, and we'll be a family once more, and everything will sing again!"

She looks at Cordelia mischievously, "I know how to make you sing." The girl flinches as the grinning demon approaches and grabs one of her useless arms. As the vampire pulls back she can feel the bone crushing out of her socket and her mouth opens in a terrified scream full of the physical agony, and she keeps screaming until she loses consciousness.

"See?" the demon says to the inert form still pinioned against the silent mannequins, "You do know the loveliest songs." Smiling peacefully, she puts her white hands gently around Cordelia's face, cradling the girl's head, then swiftly snaps her neck. "Off to find William.you stay here, pet".

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