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At the Hyperion Hotel: (Around the time after RR3/3.1)

Angel's POV:

"So as soon as Wes solves our scattering problem, we'll be leaving. Don't know if we'll be coming back. It's eleven sixteen. Cordy's been gone for almost twenty-four hours now. I think I covered everything. Oh. The mortgage for the hotel - is under the company name. The lease is up in six months; at least that's what they tell me, so... I guess that's it. Take care of yourself."

I disconnect the phone and sit back in Wesley's comfortable office chair. I loathe doing this. I hate thinking about my Cordelia missing in some unknown dimension. Is she afraid? Lonely? Is she wondering where the hell I am to save her? Oh god, Cordelia! I'm coming, m' deirfi�r. For that's what you are - my sister. Cordelia, you are just like my beloved Kathy was, you have her spirit and her charm, and no matter what I can't desert you.

"You bloody doing this or what?"

I look up and see my Sire leaning against Wesley's office doorjamb. He's looking less than pleased. He doesn't want to go; in fact it took a hell of a lot of begging to get him to agree to any of this. He's not happy, he wanted to spend time with me celebrating the anniversary of my turning. That was just the day before...

Ye gods, did this mess only start a couple of days ago. If I had known this could have happened, I would never have helped the Host. I shouldn't have. I should have kicked him out like Spike wanted, but I didn't, did I. No, I had to listen and react. I just had had to go running off and this is the outcome. Cordelia is gone and I don't what`s happening to her.

It all started when the Host appeared one night on our doorstep in a right panic. He mumbled something about inter-dimensional portals and where he'd come from. Then he went on about this beast that arrived and would start killing. It was then that I really started to pay attention. I can never bare the thought of innocents being killed unnecessarily. I dread to think that the powers that be wanted me to lose Cordelia. They couldn't want that... could they? Well, anyhow Cordelia then had a vision concerning a young woman called Fred - short for Winifred Burkle. None of us could understand why we were sent looking for this woman who vanished 5 years ago. Spike wanted to go out for pizza.

While there, Cordelia found this strange book and yes, you've guessed it she opened a portal. Spike was really quite pissed and wanted to eat her, but the chip prevented him. Out of the portal appeared another of the Host's people. He called the Host a name sounding something like Lorne. I made a joke about Bonanza but no one got it - not even Spike. They never understand my humour.

This strange warrior and I, called Landok, hit it off very well. Much to Spike's infuriation, for some reason he kept pawing me all the time I was talking. I guess it was marking his territory, but I wish he wouldn't treat me as a thing. Then he kept making abusive comments about my ass. I think my sire was making sure this new warrior knew I was his.

During this time, Gunn was with his gang; I learned later that one died in a battle where Gunn had been absent. I felt for him, but sometimes we have to make choices, and I guess at that time he had made the wrong choice.

I just wish Spike had damn well stopped pulling and pawing at me! We went to fight this Drokken creature and all he did every time Landok looked at me was touch me. Or kiss my throat, licking his scar and making me moan in a very unmanly fashion. Anyone would think he was marking his territory or something!

After I killed the Drokken, with little help from Spike, I might add. He was more concerned about Landok not fighting at my side, which got the poor demon injured. The only way to save him was to get him back to his home dimension. With Wesley's intelligence, and Spike's need to be rid of the demon warrior. It was while Spike was getting his beer at Lorne's - well, stealing it - that I noticed something missing. I turned to talk to Cordelia and... she was gone.

I searched the whole bar, getting more and more frantic with each passing moment. I tried the spell to open the other dimension again, but nothing would work. Cordelia was gone! I know I was acting unreasonably at the time. The trouble was I just couldn't stop thinking about how I failed my friend. I had failed my sister. Even Spike helped me try to open the portal, but even he couldn't get it to work. He even tried threatening Lorne, but in the end, not even fanged teeth could open that portal.

Ultimately, Wesley convinced Spike to drag me back to the hotel and we started looking for a solution. Twenty-four hours later and we still didn't have one. Then later Lorne appeared again, this time with the answer. A new location would open the portal or such forth. I don't understand the particulars and I don't really care. I just want Cordelia back. When the possibility came up of me going to another dimension, Spike quickly put his view forward.

Opening a portal - Yes. Letting Angel go - NO! Or in his words - No fucking way in hell!

How did I change his mind? Simple, I begged. I disgraced myself. Got down on my knees before Wesley and Lorne. I even got to the point of unbuckling his belt before he dragged me out of there. Afterwards, alone, there was a screaming match, fists joined in later and then I got royally screwed. Literally. Finally, I told he'd better kill me because I was going. That nothing he could do would change my mind. He could tie me up on our bed for weeks, but eventually I'd still go.

For the first time ever Spike brought out a cruel-looking flogger. I was petrified at this point. All those memories of Spike beating and raping me in Sunnydale came flooding back. Still, I just lay there and said - I'm going. I shut my eyes and waited for the first blow. It never came.

"Fine," Spike had said, "Just making sure you were serious."

Huh? I lay there in shock as he untied me. He didn't speak to me or answer my questions. I have no idea what he really meant by those words, but all of a sudden *we* were going. Of course, Spike was far from pleased with his decision and had to spend over an hour setting up his video recorder.

I had a shock then from Gunn - he wasn't coming. His gang came first before Cordelia. Wesley calmed me and told Gunn he understood. I didn't! How could anything be even more important as her? She gave up everything for me. She is my seer, but more than that she is my best friend. Even when Spike re-sired me that never changed. She accepted our relationship and never once condemned it. She accepts I love Spike and he loves me. Everything else is just window dressing.

Before we were ready to leave I made my last plea to Gunn. That phone call. I had to try. I didn't come out and say it off course, but I think I've made him really think about his decision. I just hope he's going to make the right choice.

I just hope we have all made the right one...

"Angel, are you fucking listening!" Spike snaps at me from the doorway. "Weasley and that green pillock are in the car waiting!"

"I'm coming, Sire," I answer, giving Spike a sly smile. Okay, I'm trying to get back into his good graces. I need his help and assistance in this adventure. Who knows what this Pylea, Lorne's dimension is like.

"He ain't coming, you know," Spike tells me.

I understand that he's talking about Gunn, but I can hope.

"*I* don't even know why we're bloody doing this," my sire mumbles under his breath.

"Spike, Cordelia is..."

"Good grief, don't start again with the bloody sob story, Childe!" Spike growls. I know he's far from happy with this situation. He hates me going into the unknown, especially when it's for just a human as he puts it. "You just damn well owe me one, pet - and don't ever damn well forget it!" he answers back and storms out of the office.

I sigh and grab my coat. This is going to be so much fun!

Spike's POV:

I can't see why I've gotta bloody do this! It's just a damn human. Angel can just find another pet to cling to. Why does it have to be mouthy Cordelia? Bint doesn't even know the meaning of tact, or good taste for that matter. But nooo, Angel has to go and get all bloody protective over her. Thinks of her like his little sister. Oh, save me from ensoul-ed Childer! Never *ever* going to have another Childe I can tell you that! Hmmm... then again I don't think Angel would share. I certainly wouldn't share him!

I look over to my childe sitting in the driver's seat of the black Plymouth. His face is a mask of apprehension and fear. Usually, he acts so stoic and broody but now he's all... I don't know. It's like he's turned into a mother hen or something! I threatened to beat him bloody and he still wanted to save Cordelia. He put her before me! Humph!

"So this is it then?" I sneer at the green chap next to me.

"Yeah," he answers, "I got this from a good source..."

"Huh! More like a fairytale source. You holding something back greenie. I don't like ya," I growl at him, earning myself a disapproving glare from Angel. Who does he think he is? I'm the Sire here.

"So Paramount Studios, this is the hot spot," Angel states, trying to keep the peace. "Well, we'd better get started!" He smiles over to me, trying to tell me to please be civil to everyone. Ha, he's hoping!

"You've got the book?" Angel asks Wesley sitting next to him. Wes grins and holds it up.

Give me strength! I think he's actually looking forward to this.

"Good. Hold that puppy tight, okay? Bad enough I gotta cross over. Last thing I wanna do is be stuck on the other side, waiting for a mystical locksmith," The green pillock babbles to Wesley.

I roll my eyes. If everyone saw bloody sense we wouldn't be in this situation! It's the stupid bint's entire fault! If she hadn't gotten herself sucked into the damn portal, I wouldn't be here but at home! All nice and warm wrapped around my childe's body as I slowly fuck him. Oh god, why couldn't I be at home!

"All right, then. I suppose we should probably begin..." Wesley opens the book and starts looking for the correct passage.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear the others talking. At this moment however, I can't respond because I'm fucking scared stiff. I don't wanna go! I don't want to have my atoms scrambled through some bloody inter-dimensional portal!

"Ah, suck it up, English."

"Eeek!" I cry.

Stupid black guy! About gave me a bloody heart attack. Hey, why's everyone looking at me funny?

I sigh as they all get sentimental about the fact Angel left him a message and he couldn't let his friends go off in danger on their own. Load of sloppy human crap!

"Well, we'd better be off!" Wesley exclaims, opening his book again.

I swallow nervously.

"Sire?" I almost miss Angel's soft concerned voice. "Are you okay?" He's looking at me very strangely. "You look a little well... paler than usual."

Everyone turns to stare at me. Hey, I am not afraid! I'm the big bad! I'm not scared about anything!

Oh god, we're going to die!

"Everyone set?" Wesley asks joyously.

Gunn jumps in beside Wesley, and I clutch the back of the seat with desperate hands. Angel gives me another quick glance, and a flash of that 100-watt smile. Nope, still scared shitless.

Right. Here goes. Everything will be fine... Okay!

Wesley starts to chant, "Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt"!

The portal starts to open before the car. All swirling colours of purples and pinks. Really sickly looking.

"Cool." Gunn states awed at the sight.

"Spike, are you sure you're okay?" Angel enquires again after a beat. He's got those puppy dogs eyes staring right into my soul... demon.

"Fine," I growl as he starts the engine. I grab my seat belt along with everyone else. Mine rips a little with my desperation. I wonder if Greenie will swap seats?

"Okay, gentlemen - take a good look around."

Oh good grief, Angel - SHUT UP!

"Now say goodbye."

I'm never coming home! I'm going to be Spiked mush inside this bloody car forever! My mind screams as Angel revs the engine.

"Hey Spike, everything will work out fine," Angel comforts me, shouting over the sound of the engine. "Look at it this way; what's the worse that could happen..."

Suddenly, he hits the gas and we roar off into the glowing, swirling portal. With a bright flash of white light, my world is gone and my body burns... Oh shit! This is *so* not good!

Angel's POV ~

Sunlight! Oh, God, sunlight! I didn't even think that we would come out during the day. "The sun!" I yell. "Daylight. Quick. Hand us a blanket. Hand us a blanket or we're gonna catch on fire!" And then it hits me. I'm not burning. I'm not even uncomfortable. I look at the sky. It's brilliantly blue, like I haven't seen since the gem of Amarra fiasco. "Why am I not on fire?"

I don't get an answer, and when I look down I see why. There is a monster crouched on the seat beside me. It has blue-green skin with scaly bumps and horns ringing its face. It is looking directly at me. My staff takes advantage of it totally ignoring them to jump out of the car and run for it. I back across the seat as quickly as I can and jump out too.

The creature follows me, growling low in its throat. "Nice monster," I say soothingly, backing away slowly. Unfortunately, my foot hits a root and I land flat on my back. The creature pounces, holding me down with big clawed paws. And then it nuzzles my throat.

I gasp in surprise, staying perfectly still, certain it is about to rip my head off, but it doesn't. It nuzzles me again, and I can feel its rough skin. Then it lowers its head and rubs against my crotch. It starts to make this purr, and the lightbulb ignites in my mind. It's wearing clothes. Spike's clothes.

I raise one shaking hand to touch its head. "Spike," I whisper, still unable to believe it, and it looks up at me.

Just then I catch Gunn out of the corner of my eye. He has a heavy stick raised to brain the creature. "Gunn! Don't!" I shout a moment too late, and the branch connects.

I expect Spike to be knocked senseless, but this transformation has apparently added to his strength, as well, and he turns on Gunn with a snarl. "Spike, no!" I shout as he leaps towards the human, but Spike yelps and collapses in a heap, whining in pain.

Gunn is staring. "What the hell?"

I kneel beside the creature that, amazingly, appears to be my Sire, and stroke his head gently. "It's the chip," I say. "This is Spike."

The others surround us and stare down at him. "Amazing," Wesley says. "He must have reverted to pure demon form in this dimension."

"Of course," Lorne agrees. "I should have realized. No vampires in Pylea."

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Part 2:

I look up at them, still stroking Spike's head. "What are we going to do with him?" I say.

Wesley shrugs. "I suppose we'll have to bring him along," he says. "I'll see if I can't find something in the car that we can use as a leash."

I wince at the idea of leading Spike around like an oversized puppy, but this Spike doesn't seem to be anything more than a simple animal. Maybe he won't mind.

Wesley comes towards us with a length of chain, and Spike is immediately on his feet, growling. "It's all right," Wesley says soothingly, approaching Spike slowly. "That's a good vampire. Let's just slip this around your neck, and."

But Spike is backing away from Wes quickly, snarling and barking. Gunn tries flanking him, saying, "I'll move him your way, you slap the chain on him. Don't worry. He can't hurt us."

I watch Spike continue to back up, his head rolling back and forth. He knows just enough to figure out they're trying to collar him, but not enough to understand why, and he's cornered, frightened. I can't bear to watch him like this.

"Don't," I say, putting myself between Spike and the humans. He seems to calm immediately, although he still watches Gunn and Wesley warily. "I'll take care of this," I say. Wesley holds the chains out to me, but I wave him away.

"Only if there's no other option," I say. Then I feel Spike's rough face rubbing against my ass, the little horns ringing it poking through my slacks. I'm shocked and half-turn, pushing his head away from me. "No," I say sharply, and Spike gives a low growl and an expression that I swear means "yes."

"Maybe it's better if I do this. privately," I say, making for a clump of trees that will obscure us from the others' view. Spike is right at my heels.

"Yes, I think it is," Wesley says faintly. "Don't worry, we'll conceal the car."

Once out of sight, I kneel down to look Spike in the eyes and start to stroke his face. He quiets down, and lets me. I shudder. Is that what we look like? Without the human body, I mean? The eyes are his, his vampire eyes, I can see that. I've looked into them often enough. But there isn't any humanity in them at all. His skin is hard, reptilian, and little horns ring his face. His mouth opens and a tongue that seems impossibly long licks my hand, actually encircles my wrist, and I shudder again.

No, I have to get past this. Yes, if I saw this thing in a sewer back home I'd kill it, but this is Spike. My Sire, Spike. And when we get back to our own dimension he will be again, so right now I have to protect him.

"Spike, listen to me," I say, and he actually looks at me like he understands a little of what I'm saying. Or trying to, anyway. "I know you're scared, and you don't understand what's going on, but you have to listen to me. I'll take care of you, okay? Can you understand me? Just stay close to me, and."

And then I'm on my back again. Spike is holding me down with his paws and rubbing my crotch with his face, again, too. I arch my back trying to get away, and push him away with the flat of my palm. "Spike, no," I say, and he bares his teeth at me, snarling.

That definitely means yes.

Still holding me down with one paw, he uses the other one to rip his human clothes off. They are ribbons before I even see the movement, and then I see his entire demon body. Oh, God. That reptile skin covers every part of him, smoother on his chest and abdomen, but still a tough green hide. His cock, too, is green, and ringed with protuberances that give it the appearance of a pineapple skin. And it is enormous, easily as large as his forearm when he was in human form. I feel faint at the thought of that monstrous thing going inside me, but I'm pretty sure that's Spike's plan.

He hunches over me and I can see there are ridges on his back, as well, and Jesus, Mary, and Holy Saint Joseph, he has a tail! An actual tail! For some reason this alarms me most of all, and I begin to struggle in earnest. "Spike, don't, please," I beg, knowing in this state he can't understand me and will most likely rape me with that leviathan any second!

But something makes him stop, and he moves his face up to my own. He nuzzles my throat, and I feel that long forked tongue slide over his mark there. I groan. Apparently even in this form my body still responds to him. "Spike," I hiss through gritted teeth. "Please. Stop."

He makes a sound that sounds uncannily like his low chuckle and moves back to the front of my trousers. With more delicacy that I would have imagined possible in this crude form, he undoes the fastenings and eases them down over my hips, exposing me to the sun and air. He wraps his tongue, that amazing tongue, around my shaft and squeezes. I am hard in seconds, in spite of myself, and then he is licking all over, every sensitive bit of me, with that *tongue.*

Dear God, if I thought he had a talented mouth as a human, then call me an ignorant fool, because this is so much better: longer, stronger, and infinitely more flexible. It presses inside me, and he licks, by all of the saints, *licks* that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me, lapping and teasing until I am a whimpering, quivering mess. It takes all of ten seconds.

He withdraws and in spite of myself I make a cry of disappointment. And then in another movement too quick for my eyes he's flipped me over and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I brace myself, and then feel his tongue stroking my balls, up to my ass, and inside me again. And then one huge paw drops onto each of my shoulders and I bury my head in my arms, because this is going to hurt.

My nose is suddenly filled with the scent of blood... and it isn't mine. It's Spike's. Thank god, he's still got some intelligence left. Still, the size of that... that thing!

"Sire... Please..." I moan in desperation as his clawed hands clutch me to him. I feel his weight descend upon my back, the pressure of his immense tool grazing against my buttocks.

I whimper suddenly as I feel teeth on the back of my neck, and there is stillness. I groan softly as the pressure of his fangs around my nape increases, but there is no more movement. I'm totally confused by this action. Is Spike going to stop? Doesn't he want me? That thought shocks my sensibilities. I don't want that thing inside me, but this is Spike. My sire. My lover.

The pressure increases as my body reacts on the most primeval of levels. I whine. The whine builds up from the pit of my stomach, rumbling through my chest, and escapes with a high pitched tone out of my mouth. As if this is his signal, Spike's demon form lurches forward.

I scream.

Spike's long horned cock stabs forward and parts my tender anus painfully. I howl as my delicate tissues are torn by his demon's length. Pain flares and burns deep inside. Will it ever stop?! Finally, his penis is buried deep inside me and my demon faced sire stills.

"Sire!" I cry. My body trembles at the pure agony of his invasion. I feel as though my insides are being torn apart. He doesn't move and I think he's allowing me to get used to his size. Used to it! I want it out... now! I try to crawl forward but those teeth around the back of my throat tighten and my sire snarls his disapproval.

"Please, Spike! It hurts!!" I exclaim, the deep whine distorting my voice.

Suddenly, to my utter surprise, my sire begins to purr. He's just lying there on top of me. His cock deep inside, his teeth at my throat and his clawed hands gripping my body to his. I feel a flutter of his tail rubbing against my own cock, but apart from this he does nothing more.

Then like a bolt out of the blue, I understand. Spike, my strong, beloved sire is scarred shitless. I felt his fear in the car coming here. It was like a throbbing deep inside my head, but I tried to ignore it, and get on with the task at hand. Spike was terrified of coming here, of something happening to him... to me. That fear has been transmitted to his full vampire animal state. He's buried himself in something familiar and homely. Namely, me. I'm his childe, his blood, and his lover. I smell of him. I taste of him. I feel as him. Even in this state he recognises the relationship between us. I am his Childe and that is all he knows. I am here to offer comfort and support to my sire. To his demon's eyes that is my place in the world. Spike's partially offered equality is unknown and incomprehensible to him. I am his and that's the end of the story.

I sigh, and Spike just keeps on purring. His clawed hands start to push up my shirt and T-shirt, making his way around my chest to manipulate my nipples. I groan softly at the tender touch, the sharp talons scrapping against the hardening areole.

"Spike, it's okay. We're fine..." I start, trying to get him to calm down and relax.

Spike suddenly starts to growl into my ear. I don't think he likes the sound of my human voice. Great! I'm not a vampire in this dimension - well, not entirely it seems. I didn't change form when we arrived. I wonder what I am here? No, I need to think about Spike at this moment. And get this thing out of me as quickly as possible!

Okay, I'll try something else. I start to purr. Spike instantly calms, and removes his fangs from around my neck. I sigh as the pressure of my sire's dominance is released, and reacts by pressing up into his embrace. My sire starts to lick at my back, his hands pushing my clothing further up so he can get his tongue to my naked skin. Very slowly, continuing my purring, I start to push Spike back. He complies with me until; I have him in an upright position with me basically in his lap. I rip my shirt up over my head and off. Spike purrs louder in appreciation as his wandering hands increase their tantalising caresses upon my skin.

"Spike..." I purr, my voice deformed, "my sire. I am your childe. Your creation. I am yours." I continue to mumble these words listening to Spike purrs deepen into contentment.

Now about my other problem. Spike's arm-sized length, which is currently buried deep inside me. Now if he's going to cum then it's going to be on my terms. I've positioned him so I can control this. The pain in my backside is lessening; in fact it's starting to feel pretty damn good. I'm filled... more now than ever. Spike completes me, more now than ever.

Very so slowly I spread my knees to give myself some leverage and start to lift up. Spike gives a sound that is almost a sigh. His arms tighten around me and I feel his fanged teeth sink to my shoulder. I moan deeply with his second invasion as I slowly lift myself up. I shudder as his immense sized tool slides out, and then just before his cock head pops out, I thrust back down again. That feeling of completeness returns as he fills me, forcibly brushing against my prostrate as he does. I don't think this session is going to last long.

Now my body has past the residual pain, my cock has hardened to extreme proportions. Spike's new tail has this annoying habit of flicking against the head. As I continue my slow, controlled thrusting, one of Spikes paws moves down and encircles my cock. I purr even louder as the roughly scaled hand starts to stroke me.

"Sire..." I moan again, "I'm yours... your childe." The soft sounds of my devotion to him seem to be getting me the desired effect. Spike's touches become gentler. He still bites and nips at my back and shoulders, drawing a drop of blood and then moving on. His touches are driving me to the edge, and I feel that large cock inside me start to throb in a pleasant dance.

I know that Spike is coming soon, his purrs turn to rough growling and his hands tighten around my body. I feel his horned face rub fiercely into my back. Abruptly, his head moves up to my neck, and I scream in release as Spike's fangs sink into my scar. Seconds later, my sire follows into bliss, his cock filling me to overflowing.

I collapse on top of the green demon as his strong arms hold me tight.

*Mine*

I look around and turn to Spike. I don't think he actually spoke, but I could have sworn I heard him. Heard him calling me - his. Which of course I am, but don't willingly accept.

"I'm your childe, Spike," I tell him softly, questioning if he can understand me in this state. "I'll be with you always, you don't have to fear or protect me. You're safe... okay?" I stroke his blond hair. I laugh softly at the sight of his bedraggled locks; his once precise cut is lost to long waves of blondish brown hair. I touch the tips of his horns, they are strange - sharp but feeling supple and alive at the same time. Spike must like me caressing his horns, because his eyes close and he leans into my hand.

"We have to go now, Sire. We need to find Cordelia and then we can go home. Okay?" I talk to him as if he can understand and slowly get to my feet. I wince at the residual pain in my posterior, but I can already tell it has started to heal. I guess I'm at least still a little bit vampire. I pick up my discarded shirt and T-shirt, pulling them over my head.

Out of the blue, Spike snarls behind me. I still and then jump as his claws touch my ass. Then I feel the touch of that tongue again.

"Spike!" I yelp. That oh so amazing tongue is back to working its magic. Spike starts to clean the mess he's created, licking away my blood and his cum. I shiver in his embrace, not in disgust this time but with the ultimate desire. I've got to say one thing about his fully demon form - I love his elongated tongue.

~*~*~*~

After I've climaxed again, this time from the endeavours of Spike's marvelous tongue. I manage to convince my sire to wear the leash and lead him out into the open. I'm dreading what the others are going to say about his state. He is dressed only in his birthday suit; consisting of green reptilian skin, tail and encased cock. His clothing was beyond repair and well now, he's fully naked. If only he wore underwear - or at least would allow me too.

Beyond the trees I spot the rest of the gang arguing at the side of what was once my car. Now it's covered with large green foliage. I just hope they made sure it was all clean foliage. They have no idea how much valet services cost.

When Spike spots the humans standing around he's instantly in protective mode. His body presses against mine, and he keeps taking deep whiffs of my new Spike cum smell. I hope he doesn't do this all the time. I'm his childe yes, but not his property. Yet, his affection on this bestial level is almost... endearing. He sees me as his and his alone. I've always wondered if Spike would tire of me, and one day, leave. Yet this action alone makes me feel as though he wants me... that he needs to be with me as much as I need him.

I shake the distracting thoughts away. I never try to dissect our relationship, painful thoughts enter the equation then, and I start to brood.

As soon as my friends spot Spike and I coming over all talking stops. They gape at the sight of Spike; their mouths hanging open in shocked surprise.

"Err... I think demon boy has lost clothing. Angel?" Gunn stutters.

"He ripped them off," I answer calmly. As I near the humans, Spike starts getting more and more flustered. To calm him; I reach down and gently start to pet his arm. Unfortunately, this has a two level effect. It is calming but at the same time arousing. Spike's cock starts to emerge out of its protective sheath and his tail wraps around the top of my thigh.

"Angel... I would really appreciate if Spike... err, didn't do that..." Wesley tells me, trying to look the other way.

I try to remove my hand, but Spike snarls loudly. I replace it to keep him calm.

"Wesley, I need to keep him calm. You suggest another way!" I answer back, the tone of my voice calm but the words harsh.

"We have a problem," Lorne interrupts watching this performance with growing amusement. "We don't have the book. We can't find the book. We don't think the book is in this dimension. We go find help from an old friend of mine. Okay! Can we go now because I really *really* hate being here?"

Lorne's voice has increased to a crescendo, so I guess there had been a lot of arguing while I was busy with Spike. I go for the easy answer, and ask questions later.

"Okay then, lets go!" I tug on Spike's arm and he happily follows behind me. His long tail caressing my backside.

Oh brother, this is going to be a long, *long* day!

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