TITLE: Is This Right?

AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory

DISCLAIMER: * I own nothing, Joss and Co. own all. This is how I think this season should end*

RATING: R

PAIRINGS: A/S

* Another side story to Lost Champions, I’m thinking of making it into a
        series. I’ll figure that out later, well enjoy! *

Part 1

“Ugh...” Spike groaned in his sleep, tossing and turning. Suddenly he sat bolt upright in the bed screaming. “Angel! No don’t hurt him!”

“It was a bad dream Spike.” Angel whispered calmly. “Go back to sleep.” Angel was sitting in the window seat naked, looking out over the garden.

“What...” Spike huffed, tears staining his smooth face.

“It was just a dream, now sleep.”

“Why...” Spike asked as he slid out of the bed, as naked as Angel, and walked towards the window. “Why are you over here? Last time I checked you were sleeping like an... well, an angel.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” Angel said softly, sliding an arm around his childe’s middle.

“Well if you can’t sleep I think I have a way to help...” Spike said with an evil grin.

“Not now Spike, I’m not really in the mood.” Angel shrugged.

“How can you be not in the mood? As I remember it you were always in the mood.” Spike chuckled.

“I’m just not...” Angel trailed off. He seamed really out of it Spike thought as he sat down next to his sire.

“Are you okay luv?” Spike asked, his voice heavy with concern. “You don’t look to good, I could get you some...”

“Is this right?” Angel asked cutting Spike off.

“What?” Spike said cocking an eyebrow up in confusion.

“Is this right? What we did, you know, leaving Wolfram and Hart.” Angel continued to stare blankly out the window.

“Bet your balls it was right.” Spike shouted, standing up from the window seat. “That place was nothin’ but bad and you and me know bad. Wes was cracking up, Lorne was one sea breeze away from joining AA, Illyria was messing things up left and right, and we didn’t even have Fred or Gunn. How can you even ask if what we did was right or not.” He shouted even louder, fresh tears threatening to spill but he quickly whipped them away.

“Think about it Spike.” Angel said quietly, still staring out the window. “At Wolfram and Hart we were on top, we were in charge. Every one went out of their way to do whatever we asked of them. But here... here we’re that silly little intern trying to impress the boss. We are the flunkey, we take the orders when we used to give them. Plus we were on the wining side of the thousand-year war, we would have ruled the world by the end of this century if we had stayed there.” Angel said placidly.

“What the bloody buggering fuck is wrong with you?” Spike’s eyes were wide with disbelief. “How do you get off saying that we should ‘ave stayed when you were the one begging everyone to leave? It doesn’t work like that Angel, you chose, you stick with said choice and don’t piss and moan to much. If I recall that’s what you taught me.” His voice was cold.

“I think you mean Angelus...” Angel started but was cut off by Spike.

“No I mean you, I learned the lets destroy the world crap from Angelus. I learned the live with your choices and mistakes part from you, the ponce with the soul.” Spike hissed. “Now what in hell made you bring this up?”

“Something Illyria said.” Angel said still staring out the window.

“Well there ya go luv!” Spike groaned. “Anythin’ that came out of that bitch’s mouth was made to either confuse, belittle, or corrupt whoever she was talking to.”

“No, it was more than that. She actually had a point.” Angel looked at Spike for the first time, an indifferent expression plagued his face. How could he be so calm talking about shit like this? Spike thought, horrifying explanations infecting his mind.

“What could she have said to do this to you?”

“She said destroy what wasn’t yours and seize what was left, she said take charge of your kingdom and don’t let go. Something like that at least, I don’t remember exactly I’m kinda out of it from everything that’s happened.” He looked back out the window ignoring the look of shock on his lover’s face.

“Angel...” Spike was at a loss for words for the first time in his life.

“Spike go to bed, I’m going to take a walk.” Angel said standing up and beginning to dress.

“But Angel...” Spike stammered still trying to find something to say.

“Don’t worry baby.” Angel said kissing Spike’s forehead as he pulled on his duster. “I promise I will be back an hour before sun up at the latest okay? Just try to get some sleep.” With that Angel was out the door and Spike was left alone. The tears he was fighting were released in one salty wave as he dragged himself back into bed.

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Part 2

Angel had been walking for at least half an hour by now, he didn’t know where he was going his feet were driving he was merely following. A few moments later he found himself in front of Wolfram and Hart, all the windows were dark and he couldn’t sense anyone inside. He had been standing out there for a good ten minutes when he felt her presence.

“Hello Illyria.” He said calmly.

“I thought you no longer ruled the wolf ram and heart. Why do you stay and morn the loss of your kingdom?” She said, he voice a poor distortion of Eve’s.

“I never ruled it, they were just using me and my friends until we were to weak to fight anymore.” He said coolly

“But yet you come here. Why?”

“Because of what you said. All that shit about destroying all who appose you. I don’t know why it got to me but it did, and I want to know why.” His was trying to stay as calm as possible.

“The reason it, as you say... got to you is because I was speaking to Angelus, who as you know is still a part of you. Now that your soul cannot be lost he is ever more present in everything you do, so it was fairly easy the influence you through him. But I do stand by what I said, you destroy what is beyond your control and damn the rest at least that was how it was done in my time.” She said coldly as she walked between him and the Wolfram and Hart building.

For the first time Angel was seeing how evil she really was. When she was in Fred’s body he was blind to it, they all were except Spike for some reason but now he saw it in all its glory, the evil that hollowed out his friend and walked around reeking havoc wearing her face. All he wanted to do was kill the thing that poisoned Fred’s body and his mind.

He reached up and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, as he pulled her to him he pressed his cold lips to her warm ones. She snaked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, a moment later Illyria’s head jerked away from his and she let out a piercing scream. Her arms uncurled from Angel’s neck as she steeped back to revel a dagger he had plunged into her stomach.

“This is imposable!” She shrieked. “No mortal weapon can kill me!”

“Well that’s the thing, why don’t you look at the dagger piercing your abdominal cavity then tell me it’s imposable.” He smiled.

She wrenched the dagger out of her stomach and examined it, a look of horror broke across her blue skin. “No...”

“Yes.”

“It can’t be.” She winced in pain as she dropped the dagger.

“Oh but it is.”

“But it was lost...” She stopped cold and fell to the ground. As she began to shake Angel walked over to Illyria and gave her a swift kick in the ribs.

“Well I found it.” He said cheerfully kicking her again. “And now I get the satisfaction of watching you die.”

“No...” she hissed before her head dropped to the ground, her empty blue eyes staring at Angel.

He bent over and picked up the knife and deposited it in his pocket. Angel reached his hand into another pocket and pulled out a handful of red powder. He muttered something Latin as he sprinkled the powder over Illyria’s body. There was a loud hissing sound and the body was gone. With that Angel turned around and walked back home to his friends and his lover.

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Part 3

Angel walked into the lobby of the Hyperion and saw Fred and Gunn disappear into their rooms. He began to walk up the stairs, each step bringing him closer to the person he loved more than life itself. How was he going to explain this to Spike? He could sense the anger on his childe from outside the hotel, what he did wasn’t that bad, was it?

He was at the door now, all he needed to do was turn the handle and wade through the emotional hurricane that was an upset Spike. But when he entered the room all he saw was a small lump under the covers of the bed. Angel began to walk over to the bed but was stopped by the moving of the lump.

Angel watched as Spike slid out of the bed and slowly walked over to him. One more step, two more steps, he was staring his childe straight in the eye. Before Angel knew it he was on the floor, the left side of his jaw was stinging from the right hook from Spike.

“Okay I deserved that.” Angel said whipping the blood off his jaw and beginning to stand. Before he was even off the floor his stomach was met with a powerful kick from Spike and he fell back to the ground.

“Ya you did.” Spike said coldly as Angel attempted to get up off the floor again. “How do you justify that? You called into question the decision that put our family back together not to mention brought us together.”

Angel stood up and brushed himself off. “If you remember I was under the influence of the patron saint of bitches.” He snapped as he pulled his duster off and placed it on a chair.

“That’s no...” Spike was cut off by Angel’s mouth crushing down on his.

“I want you.” Angel said between rough kisses. “Now.” He bent over and pulled his shoes and socks off then pushed Spike onto the bed. Angel ripped his shirt off, buttons and torn cloth scattering everywhere and continued his assault on Spike’s mouth. Spike moaned in protest when Angel pulled away to pull off his remaining clothing.

“Angel...” Spike moaned as the brunet trailed an experienced tongue across Spike’s torso. Angel made his way down Spike’s body nipping and biting along the way. He finally was down near Spike’s hard member, a few expert tongue strokes later the boy was as hard as steel. But he didn’t stay there long, he would make Spike suffer for kicking him. Angel moved back up to his neck and sunk is teeth deep into the other vampire’s jugular, his left hand pumping up and down Spike’s shaft, this earned him moan after moan of pure pleasure from Spike.

Angle pulled his teeth out of Spike’s neck and began to lap up the blood, one lick, “Angel!” Two licks “Bloody hell!” Three licks... “Oh God Angel!” Spike moaned coming hard into Angel’s hand. His head fell to the side, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted.

“Oh no, you aren’t off the hook that easy.” Angel smiled evilly. “I’m not even close to done with you.” Angel whipped his hand off on the bed sheets and went to work again, sliding a hand under Spike’s back and flipping him over.

“Angel no please...” Spike begged, fearing that the elder vampire was about to enter him dry.

Angel leaned over and whispered lovingly into his boy’s ear. “Relax baby, I would never do that to you, not anymore at least.” Angel reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table, he pulled out a half empty tube of lube that they had been using earlier that night. Angel squeezed a healthy amount onto one hand and began to rub his hands together. The elder vampire reached down, parting Spike’s cheeks with his knee and slowly pressing two fingers into the boy. Spike gave a moan of mixed pain and pleasure as Angel slid in a third finger to widen the opening.

A moment more of heavy panting from his childe and Angel pushed in, Spike groaned in pleasure. As Angel began to thrust slowly he too began to moan. His thrusts picked up, Spike moving with him, he could feel his orgasm building. “Spike...” He breathed into his lover’s ear. “Come with me.” One more thrust, they both came loudly and collapsed to the floor.

“Angel...” Spike huffed in satisfaction.

“Ya?”

“Can Illyria piss you off every day?” He joked.

“Sorry, I killed her.” Angel panted.

“I know.” Spike said softly.

* * * * * *

Part 4

They lay on the floor most of the night just listening to each unnecessary breath after another. Every once and a while Angel would thrust into Spike just to hear him moan. When it was just about sunrise Angel gave one finial thrust and pulled out.

“Uh.” Spike grunted softly as the muscles in his back tightened then released. Angel rolled onto his side to face away from the windows. “Your... your to far away.” He groaned.

“I’m right here baby.” Angel said softly.

“No... I need you here.” Spike whimpered.

“Shh, shh.” Angel rolled back over and wrapped an arm around his childe. “Better?” Spike grunted in approval. “Now we have to get some sleep.” Angel chuckled wearily.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Spike.”

        FIN

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