"Huh?" Spike's face is a picture of confusion. He has no idea what I'm talking about.

"I want you to take my soul, now," I repeat.

Spike' face drops a moment in pure shock, but then a wide grin spreads across his lips. He steps forward and runs his hand over my chest. Warmed lips kiss mine fleetingly. "Now? Here in this alley?" he whispers seductively in my ear.

"No, somewhere... nice?" I suggest.

"Oh pet, I have just the place in mind." He pulls a purse out of his pocket. It looks strangely familiar.

"You picked Lilah's handbag?" I asked astounded. I never saw him do that.

"Yep," he grins. He fishes around a moment, and then pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills. "So, you wanna go lose your soul in the Ritz?"

For a moment, I consider my options. Alley. Fleabag hotel. The Hyperion. The car. "The Ritz it is."

Of course the hotel isn't called the Ritz, because that's in London. However, it is a five star affair, with a huge double bed, and decked out in gold and cream. It also has an en-suite, with large shower and hot tub. What really surprises me as Spike shows me around, is the waiter that arrives with strawberries and champagne. He gives us a strange look, I suppose guessing exactly what two men are doing here together. He would be right to. Spike has brought me to this room to seduce me, and rid me of the soul that causes too much pain for me to bear. After the waiter is gone, I start to undress. Surprisingly, Spike's hand stops me.

"You sure you want this, Angel?" he asks, large blue eyes staring into mine. "I don't think I could... I mean that maybe it won't work with me. It didn't with Darla."

"That was different," I answer. Yet, I'm not sure I could explain how it was. Spike is a demon just as she was. Spike doesn't love me. We've been estranged for a century, and yet, it feels so different to what Darla did. That was the spur of the moment and I just wanted to touch - no, fuck - someone in my misery. Here I want to feel. I want to be with someone. That someone just happens to be Spike. A man I had considered with some affection even when I was Angelus. We fought, screamed, raged, hated and hurt each other, but there was always something there.

"Do you want to... make love with me, Angel?" asks Spike softly. His voice no longer rough with a London accent, and he sounds almost like William. He moves forward unhurriedly and touches my cheek again. I love how he touches me; the only one for so long who'd even dares caress me. He never flinches away from me, never notices how cold I am. He never thinks I'm going to turn evil just from a little tenderness.

"Yes, William, I do," I reaffirm, "and I want you." I lean over and kiss his lips lightly. Nothing overly passionate. Just a glimpse of what could come tonight.

"One word before we start," says Spike pulling away, his eyes serious and cold, "You promise me, you'll never send the world into hell again!"

"I swear," I answer, just as seriously, "It was a stupid plan."

With that Spike relaxes and leans over to kiss me again. Just soft brushes against my lips and I try to grasp him close to me. He moves out of reach and walks seductively into the bathroom, giving me a backward glance. I think I'm getting the idea. I follow him into the bathroom, stripping of my coat as I go. I step over Spike's own leather jacket, as I enter. He turns to me and slowly starts to unbutton that red check shirt he wears so much. I watch with wide aroused eyes as he slips it from his shoulders, revealing the black t-shirt underneath. Spike grins, and gives me a cocked eyebrow look. I get the message. With just as much care as he did, I unbutton my shirt. This time I have nothing on underneath, and I slip it off, revealing cool naked skin.

Spike groans loudly, and stares at my chest. "Trousers, pet," he tells me huskily. I grin as he pulls off his T-shirt and I unzip my leather pants. My eyes never leave his face, as he watches me push down my pants, showing I have no underwear. My hard cock springs free, and presses against my stomach. We've only just started and I'm as hard as rock. Spike licks his lips when I stand straight, giving him the full view of my erection. I nod for him to continue and he slowly slips off his black jeans. I love how Spike always forgoes underwear. In moments, he's as naked as I am.

We look each other over, looking for the changes in both our bodies. In reality we haven't really changed, but he does look changed to me. His body has always been whipcord thin, but well built. Now he looks even more so - there is layer upon layer of muscle under his perfect pale skin. His stomach muscles clench as I take him in, they inadvertently make his erect cock sway and I cannot drag my eyes from his pure magnificence. He's just as I remembered him. Perfect, but strangely even more so. He would have made the gods weep at his splendour - pity he's a blood-sucking demon.

"You like, pet?" Spike grins at me, licking his lips.

"Yeah," I breathe huskily, but then look away as he laughs softly. A feeling of unease sweeps my body, and I'm wondering if this is one big mistake.

"Fuck, Angel," Spike murmurs, as he walks nearer, "you're so bloody beautiful." His hand reaches out and lies upon my chest. "Were you always like this?"

I can't answer, and just swallow nervously. I haven't a damn clue why I suddenly feel like this. It's not the first time I've had sex with men - or with him for that matter. This just feels different somehow. I feel Spike's finger lift my chin and I gaze at him. His blue eyes are wide and taking in my every detail. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I groan loudly, eliciting a little chuckle from Spike.

"Shower," he instructs against my mouth. I step away and while he watches, turn on the facet. "Get in," he breathes, watching my every movement.

I do as he says, and I stand under the warm spray. I love hot showers. How they make my skin feel almost alive again. I rub my hands over my chest and arms, getting them warmed by the water. I unconsciously close my eyes and continue to rub myself down. I stiffen when I hear a sudden growl. I open my eyes to find Spike standing directly before me; his eyes fixed on my body, watching as I stroke my fingers across my skin.

"Against the wall, Peaches," he grins, when I realise he's staring at me with wide, lusty eyes.

I step back and lean against the wall. Spike enters the spray and it covers him, warming his cool skin. I do just as he's been doing, watching the water cascade over his Adonis body.

"How are we going to play this, Angel?" Spike suddenly asks, looking me over with licentious eyes.

I return his gaze, and answer truthfully. "As lovers."

He cocks his scarred eyebrow and for a moment hesitates. "I don't..."

"Spike, I lost my soul with Buffy because that was what we were. Lovers. Maybe I didn't lose my soul to Darla because she was still thinking in Childe and Sire terms. I don't want that from you." I lean close and gently kiss his lips. "Think of us as strangers if you want. Do anything, but we are not playing sub and Dom games, Spike."

"Just one question, Angel." Spike pauses a moment and looks deeply into my eyes. "Have you ever let another man...?"

"No," I answer truthfully.

Spike doesn't say anything more, but just attacks my mouth with his own. I've so missed Spike's mouth. So hard, soft, warm, wet, and so many other contradictory terms, that it's amazing. He kisses with a force of passion, need and desperation. Sometimes, I wonder if I was ever kissed before finding Spike. We continue to kiss and grope under the warm spray. We touch and taste but nothing more. Our cocks remain untouched and weeping.

"I want to wash you, Angel," Spike speaks into my ear, as his hands caress my nipples.

"Please," I groan out, highly aroused. For a brief instant, the thought of Connor enters my mind. For a moment my heart breaks, but I push the thought away. I am strangely relaxed here with Spike. Maybe because I do believe he can make me lose my soul, and when he does, in some way I shall be with Connor again. So instead of grieving, I give myself over to my other Childe. I affix my mind to what he's doing and.... damn, it's good.

"So tense, Angel," I hear Spike telling me, sounding so far away. He's lathered up a sponge, and glides it across my chest. He pays special attention to my nipples, rubbing the sponge over and over them sensually. When he gets a little moan out of me, he moves lower. He rubs over my abs down to my stomach, I laugh softly when he thoroughly cleans my navel. I reach out to touch him, but Spike steps away.

"Ah ah ah... hands off, Peaches." He grins, when I place my hands against the tiled wall. I want him to continue touching me. Even this gentle caress with a sponge is more contact I've had with another being for so long. Spike continues downwards, scrubbing my hips, thighs, knees and then bending down and wiping over my feet. I get an amazing view of his back and ass. I groan lightly and Spike chuckles, knowing exactly what I'm looking at. I'm amazed that Spike - the big bad - is working so hard at seducing me. Because hey, I'm a sure thing... sod it, I sound like a whore now.

Spike's finished cleaning my front and I automatically turn around. We don't talk; words aren't necessary at this moment. Spike adds more bubbles to the sponge and starts scrubbing down my back, legs, and pays particular attention to my ass. At one point, he presses his thumb against my anus and tests the tightness.

"Spike!" I yell, having never been breached there. His hand withdraws and he finishes up.

"You wanna try something new later, Peaches?" asks Spike, his hard body pressed against my back. For a moment I don't know how to respond. I've never been fucked by another man. I was always above any male member of my clan, the only other was the Master, and I sure as hell made sure I never stayed within his reach.

"You think you can give me perfect happiness, Spike?" I answer, my body tense and apprehensive.

"I think I could give you bliss, luv," Spike breaths into my ear, sending a delightful shiver down my back. For the first time in my 250 odd years, I wonder. Spike caresses my buttocks hard, and rubs his erection against my crack.

"Stop calling me 'Peaches' and I'll think about it," I grunt out. Even if he doesn't, I still might be swayed.

"Your turn," Spike laughs as he steps away. He passes me the sponge and I start returning the favour. I've never done this before in a shower. It was a bit impossible really, when I was in my - shall we call it my slut period - they didn't have showers like this. I did have many baths with Darla, Dru, Spike and so forth. This is better than that, here in this shower I have total access to the whole of his body, and he to mine.

Spike's POV:

Oh WOW! That's the only word I can come up with. Angel's body is so hard, perfect - like sculptured marble. Yet, at the same time soft and supple. He has the most amazing ass, toned and hard. When I've finished scrubbing down, my body is screaming to come, and we haven't even reached the sex part. I used to hate how his naked presence could turn to me mush. I despised how I would bend over for Angelus, whenever he called. I'm ashamed that at this moment, if he asked, I would do just the same. He doesn't however, but takes up the sponge and starts to soap me down.

I gasp as he rubs over sensitive nipples. Once upon a time, Angelus used to whip them until I came. Now he's gentle, caressing them with sponge, then a little hand action. He doesn't say anything when I gasp with desire, but just gives me this little shy smile. This is side of Angelus is so new to me. I've never experienced my sire's body being so tender. He's washing me with soft strokes, taking care to clean every crevice with amazingly gentle hands. They are like feathers across my skin, and I can't hold back the moans of pleasure as he touches me.

A sudden thought passes through my mind. I remember back to having sex with Buffy. It was always hard, fast, sometimes even violent. I wonder if their time together was like that, or did he touch her like he's touching me. Pain rockets through my mind and I feel suddenly jealous. I've never touched Buffy like Angel's touching me. Yet, that's not what has angered me. It's why hasn't Angel ever touched me like he did her? Like he's doing now, why did I have to wait until he's desperate to lose his soul? When all this if is a payment for services provided. However, at this moment, I don't know who's the payer and who is the whore.

Angel must have noticed my lack of response when he stops cleaning my feet. He's looking up from the floor, on his knees and he's so damn gorgeous. Like an Angel. "Spike..." he starts to ask confused about the expression on my face.

"Angel, why me?" I interrupt.

Angel stands up and stares into my face. "You are the only one I know who could ever come close to giving me true happiness."

Well, that does it for me. I don't care if this is a one-night stand. I don't care if it's just payment - a reason why he's in my arms. I'll fuck and ask questions later. I grab his hair, and drag his mouth to mine. We kiss frantically, our bodies pressing together - a perfect fit.

My hand slide over his slick skin, touching firm muscles, then moving lower to grab his bottom. Angel chuckles softly into my kiss, and returns the compliment. Large hands grip my butt cheeks just as I'm doing to his. I laugh in return, and for the first time ever I'm feeling relaxed with Angel. Come to think of it, I'm hoping this can be fun as well as sexual. With Drusilla it was hard, violent... and much was the same with Buffy and Harmony. I used to think that's how I liked sex. Maybe this time I want to try something different. There has been so much pain in my - our - lives recently, maybe it's time for a change.

To test my Sire's new disposition, I continue to rub his ass as I ravish his mouth. Our tongues fighting as our lips crush together. With one finger I rub down the crevice of his cheeks until I reach that untouched hole. With the water rushing over us, I part him gently and push a finger inside.

"Humph..." is Angel's immediate answer. He pulls away from my mouth, his eyes wide, as he gazes into mine. And then to my complete amazement, he smiles.

I don't say a word, not wanting him to change his mind about all this. Angel tilts his head again, and kisses me fiercely. Our bodies press against each other tightly, and I piston my finger in and out of his anus. With a soft chuckle Angel's own finger enters my ass, doing exactly the same as I am to his. I groan loudly as the entry burns for a moment, and then the feeling of pleasure takes over, as he strokes my sensitive tissues. Taking it a step further, Angel presses in another finger. I repeat the action with him and he grunts loudly. He's so bloody tight and untouched. With the added stimulation of moving my fingers in and out of him, I start to scissor and encircle them.

"Yes... Spike... Ohhhhh..." Angel groans.

*****
Part 5:

"Harder, Angel," I pant to him, as he adds another finger, doing the same to me as I am to him. Now I add a finger to Angel, making us both press back against the three fingers inside us. Our hips rock together, my cock pressing against his stomach, as mine is against him. This is amazing. I can't believe it could be like this with Angel. My head is bringing up all the memories of how Angelus used to take me, and it was nothing like this!

"Will!" Angel suddenly shouts, ripping his mouth away from mine, and howls loudly. His cool seed splashes against my stomach only to be washed away by the warm water.

"Angel!" I return, my own climax flooding me. I'm not sure if I came from him using my real name or not. It's been forever since anyone called me that or even knew.

For a long moment we stand perfectly still in the shower. Our bodies trembling from our recent climax, our fingers still inside each other. In fact this is so damn good, I don't want to move. Best sex I've had in months. And look Ma no bruises! Still, it has to end and Angel removes his hand from my ass, grinning slyly. I give a couple of good thrusts before I leave his tight place, and he groans in return.

"Later, Will," he hisses into my ear, as he steps out of the shower. I stand stunned by his softly spoken words, and only watch as he grabs a hotel robe and wraps it around himself.

It's minutes later, after I compose my Spike persona, that I'm able to step out of the bathroom. I half expected to find Angel on the bed waiting. Instead, I find him lying on the floor watching the TV. It's such a normal, everyday thing that humans do all the time. It's not something I ever dreamed Angel would be doing. His face is a picture of fascination as he smiles at the characters on the wide screen TV.

"You know, I don't have a Television at the Hyperion," he mentions casually, as if we are old friends and not deadly enemies.

"You should really get into the twenty-first century, Peac... Angel," I laugh. It's then I notice he's poured out two glasses of champagne, and the strawberries are on a tray beside him. He's sipping his own drink, while watching the TV. When I realise what he's tuned into, I start to laugh hysterically. Angelus, scourge of Europe is watching Pretty Woman. He's got the part where Julia Roberts and Richard Gere, have gone up to his hotel suite, and she's watched I Love Lucy, and is now causally seducing him.

"You like?" I laugh, as I flop down beside him.

"I've never seen it before," Angel answers, staring at the beautiful Julia Roberts stripping down to her underwear.

"It's pretty simple, he pays her for sex and they fall in love." I inform him.

"Novel idea," Angel answers seriously. I suddenly feel uneasy, and out of the corner of my eye I can see him grinning at me.

"What?"

"Nothing..." Angel grins. He sits up slightly and shrugs off the thick robe. Underneath he's naked and hard again. He lies on his side beside me, giving up on watching the screen and just gazes at me. He's not staring, but it feels... funny. Suddenly, I gasp as his large hand tenderly touches my chest and pushes aside the robe. I guess he wants things moving along, yet I don't want to rush this. I want to see what Angel has planned.

Angel helps me out of my robe, and I lay beside him again. This time he pushes me onto my back and picks up his wineglass. With a little shy grin, he starts to dribble the sparkling liquid over my chest. I laugh as the cold champagne tickles my nipples and navel. When I look up, I notice that Angel's smiling too. It's a really strange sight. A smile I've never seen before. There is nothing Angelus-ly there. Then Angel licks his rough tongue over my nipples, lapping up the liquid. I shudder at his feathery touch.

"You taste good, Will," Angel murmurs into my skin. He continues to lick my chest clean, as I slowly turn to mush below him. The next thing I know he's pushing a strawberry into my navel. I laugh as he eats it out, giving me another of those strange pleasured smiles.

Suddenly, the tension is ripe between us and I want something deeper. I want to touch him. Feel a connection to him of some fashion. Angel grins over me, and I spread my legs. He kneels between them and is greeted by my throbbing erection.

"Fuck!" I yell, as Angel pours the champagne over my cock. He repeats what he did earlier on my chest, and starts to lick me clean. When finished, he pours even more champagne over me. This time he takes my hard length into his cool mouth. I groan and thrust lightly. Angel rests his hands on my hips holding me down. Oh, Yeah... this is just what I need... Blowjobs from another Vampire are the best. They never have to worry about the breathing problems. Angel starts to lick, then suck, and then lick again around the acorn shaped head of my cock. He touches no where else, just concentrating on that area. It's damn erotic. I look down and see his dark head, moving over my cock. A beautiful, never seen before, sight. My Sire is sucking me like a lollypop.

"Yeaaahhh..." I half laugh, half groan.

Angel answers with a low chuckle that vibrates down the length of my rod, directly to my balls. Now I start to squirm under him. Wishing he'd take me into the back of his throat, or just suck me down, but he doesn't move. He just sucks, licks and sucks some more on the head. I tell ya, this is getting really frustrating.

"Please!" I yell. Not exactly sure what I'm asking for. Angel continues with his movements and I'm panting with desperate need. He alternates now and starts pushing at the foreskin, until it's forced all he way back, then worries the tiny slit. Oh... Yeah...

"Ye... Ang... oh..." I yell, as my cum travels down my cock, pouring into Angel's open mouth. I watch amazed as he swallows me down, and then licks me clean. He acts as if he actually enjoyed my taste. I collapse back on the floor, and he crawls up my body. I open my eyes into tiny slits and gaze at his face. I wonder if I will be able to tell when he's turned. At this moment, I don't even know this Angel. This Angel who is currently straddling my chest, smiling directly into my face.

"Tasty," he comments with a grin.

I'm a little unsure on how to reply, so instead I just kiss him. He tastes of passion and me. Our kissing turns from simple sex, to something more. Something deeper. I feel something. I haven't a clue what it is. When I've had sex with the others, like Dru and Buffy, I've always been on automatic pilot. I know what to do, and when, and how. Even that first time with Buffy, I knew it was coming. We were fighting, and screaming at each other, but I knew violent sex would happen at the end. This time with Angel, I have no idea what is occurring between us.

I start and bring my hands up to hold him. Then caress him. I stroke over the planes of his hard body, and Angel responds in an unexpected way. He starts to purr. Okay, you might think this usual for a vampire to purr when happy, but Angelus - he never purred. This Angel's purr rises deep inside his chest, and creates a slight tremble throughout his whole body. I realise this is what Angel meant. Buffy touched him with love and tenderness that night he lost his soul. It was something Angel has never experienced before or since. I have a few times with Dru, but never with anyone else. I know now of Angel's weaknesses. He adores to be touched. He loves to kiss, to be held, and to be wanted by someone. So that's what I give him. I rub my hands all over him. Damn, he's got a body men would kill for. I tweak his nipples, tickle his navel, pull at his pubic hair, rub my hands up and down his ass, stroke his inner thighs, kiss the inside of his elbows.

Soon I have Angel reduced to a quivering mass above me. He hasn't been inactive all this time either. He's been touching me just the same. He's sucked my earlobe, caressed the nape of my back, pinched my nipples, rubbed my stomach, licked and sucked my fingers. We have touched and tasted each other, and I know I want more.

Angel isn't slow on the uptake. We don't need words. He settles himself between my legs, and pushes them up to my chest. We continue to kiss as he does, our hands touching and testing every part of each other we can reach. Then Angel sits back and runs his hands down my inner thighs back to my cock. He pumps me a couple of times, his tongue licking over the head.

"I want it..." I start to pant. Angel grins down at me, and picks up the half empty bottle of champagne. He pours it over my cock, letting it dibble down over my balls, to my anus. I chuckle softly at the strange sensation it causes as the cool, sparkling liquid rolls over my skin. Moments later, the sensation is even better as Angel's tongue follows the path the wine took. He licks over my cock, then takes my balls into his mouth, sucking and rolling them lightly. Then he moves lower, and I yell in delight as his strong tongue pushes at my entrance.

"No..." I complain as Angel suddenly moves away again.

This time he pushes my legs up higher against my chest, and I hold on tightly. He adds more champagne, pressing the liquid into my ass. I squawk unmanly like, as I feel his finger enter me, pushing the liquid deeper. He gives me a quick lick, and groans.

"Damn you taste good, Will," he mumbles against my anus.

"More..." I pant, unable to say anything with much meaning at a time like this.

I watch though slit eyes as Angel pours the wine over his own length, and then carefully presses it into my clenched hole. I try to relax my body, but it's been so long since anyone has touched me there. Angel is so slow and gentle, I forget who it is taking me. Surely this body cannot be Angelus', because he feels so different. He rubs my perineum while slowly sinking into my anal passage.

"So tight, Will," he groans, as he shifts slightly so he can move deeper.

I don't answer. I just watch this dark god loom above me. His hard length pressing deeper and deeper inside my body. His cock stretching me open and it feels... so bloody good. I feel full. Completed. It's even better when he slowly circles his hips, as if moving my inside around so he's all the way in. I growl and then partly whine, as my voice turns to Vampire speech to express how fucking fantastic this feels. Angel beings to pump slowly in and out. His cock head stretches the tight ring of muscle at the entrance before he pushes back in, all the way to the base. His tempo is slow and controlled. I can tell he's enjoying this as much as I am, because he's started to breathe with each thrust.

His face is angelic in appearance. His eyes close, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he moves. I run my fingers through his damp hair, so I can see his face more clearly. Damn, he's beautiful.

"Bugger!" I scream when Angel changes the angle of thrust, and hits directly onto my prostate. My body trembles below him, making my ass quake around his length.

"I am!" Angel answers with a smirk.

I chuckle, as his eyes open, and they're so dark that almost black orbs stare into mine. After that moment, I cannot break eye contact with him again. I stroke over his shoulders and face as he continues the slow, deep thrusting. His own hands now move to my cock and encircle it, so I thrust into them. Soon, I know I'm going to come, my cock burns, and my ass starts to contract up and down as my orgasm nears.

"Bite me," Angel murmurs softly. The words are so muted I almost miss them. I stare amazed into his dilated eyes, but I see his sincerity. In one quick movement, I lean forward and sink elongated fangs into his thick corded throat.

"Will!" Angel screams, and dives for my own throat. I yell right along with him. My blood flows into his mouth, as his does into mine. With the added stimulation of blood, both our orgasms happen almost simultaneously. Angel's cool seed floods my burning passage, as my own covers both our chests. A splash lands on my chin, and throat. We draw away from each other's neck, leaving deep bite marks as evidence of our union. Angel grins down at me and I tremble as he licks away my spilt come. Finally, he rolls off me, and we lie side my side on the plush carpet.

"That was..." he mumbles next to me, stretching out his long fine body.

"Yeah," I agree, my body feeling like jelly attached to the carpet.

"You think that would be enough?" I ask after a long pause. I roll over on my side and gaze on his features. He looks relaxed and quite happy. I don't know if it is perfect happiness, but it looked and felt pretty close to me.

"Why what did you have in mind?" Angel grins, rolling over to face me.

"I was wondering, before you turn into psycho man... well, if you wanted to continue what we started in the shower?" I finish shyly. Yes, me - the big bad - was shy about asking Angel if he wanted me to pop his cherry. If he makes love to me like that, I'm wondering what he's going to be like on the receiving end.

Angel looks confused for a moment, and then another of those startling smiles spread over his features. "So Childe, you wanna be my first?" he asks slyly.

Angel's POV:

What the fuck am I doing? Asking Spike to fuck me? Asking my Childe to take my virginity? That sounds really weird. Here I am a 247-year-old vampire, and I've never done it that way with another man. Yet, I watched how Spike enjoyed me taking him. It wasn't like the times before between him and Angelus. This time his face was flushed with passion, desire and he felt so damned good around me. I've wondered what it would be like to feel that. The trouble is, do I want to gift him with this? Will Angelus hate him after I do? Oh shit, he's giving me that pouting look I love so much. Those large blue eyes, and the pushed out bottom lip. I can't help but laugh. I think I've offended him, so I grab his arm.

"I'm not laughing at you," I reassure him. "I was just... well, I think I would like it... if you want to..."

Spike laughs at me this time. I don't blame him.

"Don't worry, Luv. You don't have to ask me to fuck you,"

"I don't want to be fucked Spike, I want to be made love to. I want you to show me."

Well, that shut him up. My talkative, overactive Childe is suddenly very, very quiet. Then before I can say anything more, he jumps up, grabs my hand and drags me to my feet. He pulls me over to the bed, and sits down.

"You want me to show you everything, Angel?" he asks, his eyes wide in amazement.

"Yes," I answer... well, I think I do. I'm just not sure what that means exactly.

Spike gives me his huge trademark grins and slides his fingers though my damp un-styled hair. He tilts my head slightly, and we kiss. The kiss is less frantic than before, but certainly not less passionate. In fact it's full of promises yet to be fulfilled. Our fingers touch and caress, and then when I'm really getting into it, Spike pulls away.

"Peaches, the best way first time around is hands and knees on the bed," he suggests, as he stands and looks around for lubricant.

For the first time I feel nervous. I haven't done this and a part of me is unsure if I want to. Yet, I get in position and moments later, Spike reappears with a tub of hand cream. He kneels on the bed behind me, his long fingered hands stroking my rear end. I feel a soft kiss on the small of my back, and then gentle fingers part my butt cheeks.

"Just relax, luv," Spike murmurs to me softly. His fingers gently sliding up and down my crevice, just pressing against my entrance.

I don't answer, because I'm not sure if I want him to stop or continue. So continue he does. I feel something cold pressed into my ass and his finger follows. It's such a strange sensation. For a second it burns as the tight muscle is breached, and I feel as though I want to push this foreign body out. I can feel it so acutely as Spike's finger slides all the way in, and he wriggles it around.

"What.... oh... ekk..." I moan. This is really quite... strange... in a good way. It's not painful, but it's... weird. He adds a second finger, there is a sudden burn, but then he's caressing the inner tissue. It feels more sensitive than if he were kissing me. I feel every part of his fingers inside. He bends them slightly and I gasp, my body jerking with pleasure.

"Want more, luv," Spike proposes seductively in my ear. I feel his free hand reach around and stroke my very erect cock. He wipes away my pre-cum with his fingers and I hear him lick them clean.

"Oh...god... Yes!" I cry.

*****
Part 6:

Suddenly, Spike's fingers are gone and I almost complain, but before I can get the words out, they are replaced by something much larger and slick. Spike parts me with his fingers as he carefully inserts himself. I rear up with the tremendous sensation - a little burning, stretching and a feeling of intense pleasure as his cock pushes forward, rearranging my insides.

"Whoa...Spike!" I yell, as he continues to enter me.

"I think you like this, don't you, pet? Just loving my cock opening ya up for me. And fuck you feel so damn tight, Angel. Oh yeah, I'm going to like being in here all the bloody time!" He groans out, as he sinks in deeper.

What I can't understand is how can he talk at a time like this?

Finally Spike is fully encased, and I feel... completely... full in every sense. Everything is still for a long moment, as we both try to comprehended the emotions and sensations burning through us. Then Spike starts a slow deep thrusting. He pulls almost all the way out, and then pushes slowly back in. I groan with each thrust, my hands begin to shake with the sensations washing through my body.

"Lift yourself up, Angel," Spike pants into my ear. I do and he helps me into a crouching position.

"So deep," I groan out, and Spike chuckles at my observation.

"Gonna get deeper, luv," he promises, as this time he thrusts harder and deeper.

I can't explain the sensations I'm getting from Spike's cock buried inside. I feel his presence so intensively. I feel every move he makes. I wonder if he can feel mine. I experiment and clutch my ass muscles tightly as he thrusts in.

"Fuck!" he screams, as I grip him hard. The sensation burns through me, and the pain makes my cock even harder.

"Grind your hips, Angel," Spike suggests.

I yell incomprehensible words as I do. He touches something deep inside me as I move. As that pleasure point is caressed by his pounding, I start to chant... "Spike... Spike..." Why the hell didn't he tell me it felt like this?

Spike isn't idle all this time. His hands caress me, pinching my nipples and stroking my chest. He hasn't once touched my cock, which really is a good thing. If he had, I think I would have climaxed with his first thrust. I understand why he hasn't touched it yet, he's showing me how this works.

"NO!" I yell as Spike suddenly withdraws.

"Patience, Angel," Spike scolds. He pushes me on my back and with strong arms, lifts my legs. I know this position and in desperation clutch my legs to my chest. Spike positions himself again and sinks into my anal passage even deeper. This time I do scream. He presses hard against that blissful nub inside, and continues to do so with each thrust. From this position, I can also see his face.

Spike's face is completely... well; I don't know how to explain it. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he bites his lips, as his whip cord body thrusts into mine. I can see solid muscles flex, and stretch as he moves. It's like a symphony - a symphony of Spike in all his sexual beauty. With my hand now able to reach him, I grasp his face, and bring his lips to mine. His mouth opens and he groans as I shove my tongue into his gasping orifice. We share sloppy, incessant kisses, as the movements of our bodies thrust our mouths together, then apart.

Suddenly, Spike changes positions again! This time I growl loudly as Spike leaves my throbbing ass. I feel sore, but it's so damn good, I never want it to stop. I'm on the edge of orgasm, without even touching my cock, and then he keeps damn well stopping and changing position. This time he pulls me to the edge of the bed, stands before me, grasps my legs so they clutch his shoulders, and rams back inside me.

"Fuck!" We both cry in unison. It's so deep, so harsh and so damn perfect as he hits my prostate gland with all the force of his weight behind him. I feel as if I'm being torn apart. That soon he's going to bury his body inside of me, and I'll never want him to come out.

"Wanna come," I moan as Spike thrusts, each one deeper than the last. My whole ass throbs and I know he's tearing me with the violence of each plunge. Yet, I feel only passion and no pain. The smell of blood is like an aphrodisiac to a vampire, and it's making me desperate to orgasm. I want... need it now... please, Spike! "Please!" I scream. I know he understands too. The little fuck is grinning down at me.

"Not yet, Peaches," he grinds out, holding back his own pleasure.

"No!" I yell as he pulls out, and drags me to my feet. He shoves me towards the sofa, and I'm bent over the back. He plunges back inside, and I scream again, as the head of his cock rams directly into my prostate with incredible force.

"Fuck, Peaches! If you weren't my Sire, I'd do you forever!" he pants. I feel his body trembling as he thrusts, and I know he's holding back his orgasm. I think he wants to try every position while he has the chance. I don't think Angelus will let him do this... but it feels, borrowing Spike's words - bloody fabulous. This time Spike continues with the deep, powerful thrusting. I smell more and more of my blood leaking from my torn passage, but I don't care. It's like I'm filled with want... need... love? I am a vampire, and I've missed this kind of sex for over a century. I had forgotten what it felt like. I had forgotten it was so spectacular.

The pleasure of my union with Spike burns through me. It scorches every nerve, burns it's way to my dead heart, and I feel whole. This being wants me. He's not afraid to touch me, whether it is kindness, or damn good hard fuck. I clutch the sofa, as each thrust tears deeper inside me. I scream with pleasure and I know I'll climax soon. My whole body builds with a floating sensation, my balls burn and seconds later; my cool seed covers the back of the sofa.

"Spike!" I scream as I cum. My whole body shuddering with an orgasm so powerful, it's about to blow my head off.

"Sire!" Spike yells in return, as with a couple more violent thrusts inside me, his cock head throbs against my torn tissue, and then spurts his sperm into my bowels. I swear I can feel every single drop leave him. He sags against me, resting his body along my back. We are both panting with the strength of our excursions.

"Bed?" Spike questions in a tired voice.

"Mmmm," I answer. We both stand slowly, my body sore and throbbing, but I've never felt so... happy. I'm delirious happy in fact. We both stagger over to the bed and collapse upon it, lying side my side.

"You think it worked?" Spike asks, with something in his voice that I can't identify.

"Mmmm," I reply, before turning and smiling at him... yet, he doesn't return my smile. "Spike?" I ask, unsure how to approach this. Didn't he enjoy it?

"I'll miss you," he mumbles softly.

At last I understand. Angel the soul will soon be gone, and then Angelus will be back. They did not part on good terms the last time Angelus returned. Angelus was a complete bastard to him.

"I'll miss you, too," I answer, kissing him gently. "Now, sleep inside me." I tell him, staring at his shocked face. I roll over and press my back against his. With vampire recovery speed my Childe is almost hard again. This is something I want to experience, maybe for the last time. I want to be connected to him. With gentle hand, Spike parts my already stretched anus and eases inside. He gives a hearty sigh and rests against my back. I grab his arms, and pull them around me, so we are as connected as much as we'll ever be. Together we sleep.

Spike's POV:

When I awaken, I have no idea where I am, but it feels damn good. My body is pressed against something solid; my cock is hard and encased in silk. I slowly open my eyes, and look down onto a dark head of hair. I rub my face gently against it; it's so soft and smooth. I shift slightly, then groan as my cock is squeezed tighter. In a flash, I remember where I am. I'm at a hotel, I had amazing sex with Angel, and I'm currently buried inside his tight ass.

"Oh shit!" I cry softly, when the full meaning of my situation hits me. I have my cock buried inside... "Angelus!"

With one swift movement, I pull away from his... very comfortable... fuckable... body and look around desperately for my clothing. I have got to get out of here! He'll fucking kill me... I mean, I slept inside my Sire! Shit... Shit...

"Will..." my Sire groans, his hands reaching behind him. He pats the cool bed, and quickly turns around looking for me.

I have got to get out of here before he realises what I've done. He'll skin me... He'll...

"Will, my boy. Come back to bed and fuck me."

Huh? What? My whole body freezes in shock from his words. I'm half way pulling my jeans on, and totter precariously with one leg in, and one out. Angel - Angelus? - turns to me, and smiles...

"Why did you move? You woke me up, Childe and..." He gives me a strange look, taking in my actions. "Why are you getting dressed?"

"I... err... Well..."

"Will, stuttering for a vampire is not a good idea." I stare at him, as he holds out his hand and stupidly I take it. He tugs me forward and I fall onto the bed. While I can't move from the shock, his strong hands push the jeans away and he pulls me into his embrace. I'm still and well... fucking petrified, but Angelus doesn't do as I expect. He kisses me.

The kiss is hard and deep, he licks at my lips begging me to open my mouth, then he slips his tongue inside. He sucks at my mouth, his tongue touching every corner, and after a moment I can't help but kiss back. Suddenly, just as I was getting a little relaxed, Angelus pulls away and with a sly grin turns away from me. He offers me his back, lying with one leg straight and the other pulled up, exposing his anus.

"Finish what you started," Angelus demands, calmly.

I don't know if I'm scared that he is so calm, or scared that he's asking me to fuck him again. Will he kill me after or... I don't know, but that tight hole looks so bloody tempting. He's healed... and whole... and I could tear him again, thrust inside and cover... Oh, bloody hell! I stop thinking and press my body against his back. I push two fingers into his hole and roughly scissor them. Angelus groans deeply in his chest, and presses against my invading fingers. His whole body shudders, and I look down to see his cock engorged and weeping. Enough of this... I open him with my fingers, and shove my cock inside.

"Yes!" he screams, as I tear him open. I smell his powerful blood coating me, and he shudders in my arms. I start a hard rhythm and lose myself in his sublime body. I forget whom I'm fucking and just feel. I take him into my embrace and pinch his erect nipples. I stroke down his chest, to his concave stomach, pulling gently at his pubic hair.

"Hmmm," he groans, thrusting even harder back against me. His arms reach back, gripping my hips and pulling one leg flush against his bent one. I slide in fully and we both purr.

I start to kiss his shoulder, licking over his infamous tattoo. His hands slide up my body holding me closer to him. My own hands aren't idle, but now I move lower and grasp his weeping cock. He trembles and thrusts back fiercely. I feel myself splitting him, and a small part of my mind fears that he's gonna kill me after this.

"Angelus..." I groan, as his muscles start to spasm around my cock.

With the sound of his name, my Sire laughs but says nothing. At this moment I can't think about what that means. My orgasm is rushing through me and I know I'm coming soon. I increase pumping his hard length, and we pant together. Without even thinking about it, I bite deeply into his shoulder and as his blood fills my mouth, I flood his torn passage, and then collapse against his back. I feel that he's come too and my hand is covered with his opaque sperm. Without thinking, I bring it to my mouth and lick away his salty goodness.

"Oh...fuck...Will," Angelus groans, his body still pressed tightly against mine.

With the sound of his voice, I suddenly remember what I'm doing again. The mind numbing fear fills me again, and I stiffen against him.

"Something wrong, Will?" Angelus asks casually, as he snuggles into my body.

"Err... I'm just wondering when you're going to kill me," I answer, my voice squeaking with fear. I might be the Big Bad, but psychotic Angelus is enough to strike fear into the most evil of vampires. Especially me because I'm his Childe and I just broke the Lore by fucking him.

"Kill you?" Angelus laughs. He pulls away from my body, moaning as my blood coated cock slips out of him, and rolls to face me. "Why should I kill you, Will? Hmm?" His strong fingers stroke down the lines of my cheekbones, and dark eyes stare into mine.

"The lore... fucking..." I stutter. To my utter surprise, Angelus leans over and kisses me again. This time it's gentle and caressing, his tongue licking over my lips.

"I like your fucking, Will," he mumbles against my lips. I open them to reply, but he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. We kiss for long moments, our hands caressing, and the sly bugger is turning me on again. His hands touch my cock, and when he draws away he does the most amazing thing. He licks his fingers clean. Well, I groan and attack his mouth again. His internal blood shared between us. I suddenly remember there's more where that came from. I manhandle my Sire onto his front, and spread open his ass cheeks. My tongue licks over his spilt blood, and I proceed to clean him out. Oh well, if he's going to kill me later, it had better be for a good reason.

It's dusk, when I finally awaken again. We spent a whole day fucking, making love, and generally just touching. We didn't talk about anything, I still don't know if this is Angelus or Angel sleeping next to me. Also I'm surprised I was even able to wake up at all. I was half expecting Angelus leaning over me, and shoving a stake through my chest. He hasn't and I'm still here. I'm in the same position as I was earlier. Angel... Angelus... whomever is still wrapped in my arms, sleeping as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I can't tell from his face who he is. His features are just the same as Angel's. It's just confusing. I don't know if I trust him, or if I should run the hell out of here as fast as my feet can carry me, or what.

My thoughts are broken my Sire's softly spoken words. "It's time, Will," he says.

"Huh?" I squeak.

"I wish we could stay here forever. That wasn't part of the deal, and we have our revenge to complete," he tells me. I swear that is sadness I hear in his voice. He suddenly turns to face me, and I can't help but flinch back in fear. He doesn't notice, but just continues to smile. "Hunt with me, Childe. One last time."

He's not going to kill me? My brain takes a little time working out exactly what he wants. I think he's letting me go. Then there was something about a hunt?

"Will, lets us hunt together like we did before the curse, before Buffy and everything else." He starts getting up again and holds out his hand. Last time I took it, it led to amazing drawn out sex. That must have lasted well over a day. I'm still unsure. I can't trust him. Yet, I take it.

Angelus's POV:

When I awoke in Spike's arms, I felt the strangest sensation. For the first time since my son was taken from me, I was at peace. I feel my Childe's cock buried deep inside of me, but I enjoy his intrusion. I feel whole. He was still asleep so I just lay there, feeling all the little touches of his body next to mine. Memorising how he felt. Then suddenly, pain burned through me.

I felt as though I was being torn in two. I gritted my teeth just concentrating on the body of my Childe next to me. It wasn't the same pain as that first time, after I made love to Buffy. That was a wrenching pain, where I could physically feel my soul being torn from my flesh. This is different. This pain has set me free. Trouble is I don't know who I am. Am I Angelus? Or am I Angel? Truth is... I don't give a fuck.

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