*****

Spike wasn't there. After all the doubts and second guessing Angel had done before giving in and coming to Sunnydale, he couldn't believe that Spike had the nerve to not be waiting for him.

At least the blonde was still staying in the same crypt, Angel thought. Spike's scent was very recent, he'd spent the day here.

Angel had wanted to forget the blonde vampire even existed after his short, violent, unsettling visit to LA that summer, but things changed.

Darla came back, invading his dreams, tempting him with her companionship, confusing his world, driving him to distraction. Angel needed refuge from her and the only one who came to mind was Spike. Spike had given him everything Darla offered without the strings.

Companionship, comfort, touch, blood, Spike wanted nothing but reciprocation for those things. Darla had yet to name her price, but Angel knew it would be high.

So he came, he needed Spike, and Spike wasn't home.

Agitated Angel paced the crypt like a caged panther, his human seeming completely gone. Even if a person managed to miss the glowing eyes, distorted features and razor sharp fangs they would still see the predator in his smooth, powerful movements.

An hour short of dawn Spike returned home. "What are you�" he began only to be cut off as Angel slammed him back against the door, taking the younger vampire's mouth in a forceful kiss, which was soon flavored with the taste of their mixed blood.

Angel could feel Spike's pleasure through the blood bond he was purposefully strengthening for the first time in a century. The dreams he had shared with Penn were an accident born of Angel's newly reawakened awareness of the bond and Penn's habit of leaving his mind open to his Sire.

Darla's manipulations of the bond were even more disconcerting. She was Angel's Sire, the bond was of her making. She could not only enter his dreams but could control them. He couldn't even be sure that his waking mind was free of her influence.

Now Angel invited Spike, with his sharp, immediate lust, into his consciousness, using Spike to push Darla's cloying presence away from him.

Angel abandoned Spike's mouth to work his way down the blonde's throat, covering it with delicate, tiny bites that barely broke the skin. Spike swallowed harshly his adam's apple moving beneath Angel's teeth.

In short order Angel found his path obstructed by Spike's tee shirt. The dark haired vampire growled softly then ripped open the offending shirt, pushing the material back over the blonde's shoulders, disposing of the unbuttoned shirt and leather duster at the same time. Angel licked and bit along the path formed by Spike's collarbone.

Angel's hands lost interest in clothing, leaving Spike's shirts and duster caught at his elbows, effectively restraining the slighter vampires' arms, while Angel's hands turned to the much more desirable task of caressing the blonde's well muscled back.

Angel's mouth, having adorned Spike's collar bone with a necklace of dainty bite marks drifted south, sucking at dark sensitive nipples, tracing the defined muscles of Spike's stomach with his tongue before plunging it into the blonde's bellybutton. When he reached the top of Spike's jeans Angel impatiently tore open the fastenings and roughly jerked them down, pulling the blonde off balance and into him in the process. Both vampires tumbled gracelessly to the floor in a heap.

Angel's frustrated snarl as he sought to untangle them reduced Spike to helpless laughter. A moment later Angel managed to sit-up a reluctant, amused smile softening his demonic Constance. "A move worthy of a teenager," Angel said watching tears fill Spike's eyes as the blonde fought to still his laughter. Angel didn't mind Spike's amusement, for once the blonde's laughter was simply joyful, lacking all traces of mockery.

Once he'd regained control Spike kicked off his boots and finished shedding his clothes. Angel hurriedly began unbuttoning his loose black silk shirt, he was just over halfway done when Spike pounced on him. The blonde pushed him on to his back, popping the remaining buttons off the shirt as he did so.

Spike pinned Angel, kissing him deeply as the blond pressed their bodies together. Angel rolled them over, never breaking the kiss as he reversed their positions. Spike writhed enthusiastically under him, clawing bloody lines down Angel's back as he bit the older vampire's tongue, flooding the blonde's mouth with cool, thick blood. Angel stilled, allowing Spike to suck at his tongue until the wound healed. Then Angel slid down the smaller vampire's body.

Spike tensed with anticipation as Angel paused over his straining member. Angel waited until Spike was squirming with poorly concealed impatience, then lunged forward burying his fangs deeply in the soft flesh of Spike's inner thigh. The blonde jerked upright, shock, pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

All of Angel's earlier bites had been careful things, yielding no more than a drop of two of blood each. Spike had concluded that Angel was just attempting a compromise, acting vampire enough to placate him but not truly crossing any lines. But that last bite hadn't been play-acting.

Angel raised his head from the wound to meet Spike's startled and suddenly blue eyes. In response Angel's eyes changed to a concerned brown. "I'm sorry."

"No," Spike protested. "I was just surprised."

Angel bent back toward the ruby red streams crossing the blonde's lap, then hesitated. Spike pushed his lust and desire through the link back to his Sire, filling it with an urgency and need that Angel couldn't mistake.

Reassured Angel brought his mouth to the blonde's cock, noting with delight that Spike's movements had caused the blood from Angel's bite to flow over his member.

Spike groaned as Angel finally took him deep into his mouth, sucking hard. After a time Angel drew back, and smeared more blood on the blonde's cock, then set about removing it once again. Spike's black painted nails scrabbled against the concrete floor of the crypt as he struggled to prolong the moment. When a blood slicked finger found his entrance Spike gave in with a roar, his cum filling Angel's mouth, mixing with his blood in a heady cocktail.

Spike watched in a contented daze as Angel shed his dark slacks and boxers then drew Spike back against him. While Angel prepared him Spike purred, a deep rumbling sound that expressed his pleasure more clearly than words ever could. As Angel entered him, Spike's vocalizations shifted to soft moans. When Angel's fist closed around the blonde's cock, Spike's volume increased to a crescendo. As Spike came again Angel bit into his throat and followed him over the edge.

Angel's pleased purr wrapped around Spike's mind as his arms cradled the smaller vampire's body. Feeling utterly content Spike dropped into an exhausted sleep.

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