AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
TITLE:  Breaking Down Walls 1/4
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING:  Angel/Spike, Spike/Other
SUMMARY:  Spike disappears and turns up working in a demon strip 
club. (The lyrics to the song "Pretty When You Cry" by Vast are 
used). 
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance .  Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it is going. 
SPOILERS: Season 5 Ats, nothing specific. 
WARNINGS: Sex while brainwashed.
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss 
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little 
while though. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
 
A figure skulks in the darkness.  His thoughts are full of the man he 
watches. 
*I see my Adonis with that unappreciative pig again. He does not 
realize my god's potential. He cannot, he probably has the 
intelligence of a nut. He looks like a caveman as is. My god, how my 
god moves-- so fluid and graceful. I have never seen perfection as 
this. And I must have him, possess him. I just need the right time, a 
vulnerable moment. So I will keep watching you, my perfect sweetling, 
and I shall have you. I shall have you or no one will.*
 
Spike and Angel are in the parking garage of Wolfram and Hart arguing.
 
"I *told* you Ponce that I didn't mean to wreck your precious Viper.  
A little old lady stepped into the intersection and I bloody well 
swerved to avoid her!" Spike screams, gesturing at Angel. 
 
Angel throws a broken side mirror at Spike.  He turns and heads for 
the elevator, cursing under his breath, praying to god Spike is smart 
enough not to follow. 
 
Spike storms after Angel and whirls him around, "Don't you walk off 
on me!" 
 
Angel roars ands sucker punches Spike in the face and he drops. Angel 
stands over him, his face a mask of calm even though he is angered 
beyond belief. He has had way too much of Spike to the point where he 
has wanted to stake him* "Listen you little bitch and listen well, I 
hate you and I wish you would GO the FUCK...AWAY..got it?"
 
Spike mutters from the floor.  "Sure.  Fine."  And he hops up and gut 
punches Angel.  Angel coughs and laughs turning he holds his stomach 
for a second his laughter growing.  "What the bloody hell are you 
laughing at, wanker?"  Spike lets loose with a roundhouse kick, 
kicking Angel in the side. 
 
Angel falls to his knees laughing more, the laughter turning again.  
Angel is barely able to get the laughter out now, it's so choked off 
by his constant guffaws.  He is hysterical, driven over the edge by 
just one too many fights in recent times.  Spike is infuriated.  How 
*dare* Angel disrespect him like this?  He brings his knee up hard, 
catching Angel in the face. Angel's head snaps back and he sobers.  
He rises up automatically and grabs Spike's foot before it hits the 
ground, and he throws Spike across the span of the garage, Spike 
landing in the debris of the Viper. Angel smiles to himself, certain 
that's that and he turns and pushes the button for the elevator, the 
doors opening. Spike gets up and runs full speed at Angel, catching 
him before he can step into the elevator.  He tackles him, sending 
him into the elevator, and they both crash in an untidy heap. Angel 
kicks Spike up in the air like a soccer ball, and he hits the top of 
the elevator, smashing the glass and it raining over them. Angel gets 
up, wipes blood from the corner of his mouth, and cracks his neck. "I 
recommend you stop idiot."
 
Spike reaches out and grabs Angel's feet, yanking them towards him 
and Angel cracks his head on the side of the elevator, landing on the 
broken glass.  "How about not." Angel spits out a mouthful of broken 
glass and spits blood on the floor. He kicks out his foot pinning 
Spike against the wall.  His face is going gameface and back. "Are 
you deaf, Willie? I said to stop."
 
"You still movin'?  Then I'm not stoppin' !"  Spike chops his hand 
down on Angel's foot.  Angel rears up and grabs Spikes lapels just as 
the elevator doors stop on his floor, and he throws Spike out, his 
body landing in the middle of the floor. Angel stands and moves 
in. "I swear Spike, why even bother all your gonna do is get hurt. 
Just stop!  What are you trying to accomplish? You fucked up *my* car-
- not the other way around!  You're a ppain in *my* ass-- not the 
other way around! I am the Sire, and you're a goddamn lowly minion-- 
so get the hell out of my place and go home to pout and lick your 
wounds."
 
Spike gets up, slowly.  He moves shakily towards Angel, his head 
down.  Then without warning he snaps his knee up into Angel's 
crotch.  As Angel crumples to the ground, he sprints towards the 
elevator.  "Glad to."  He quickly pushes the button for the garage 
and the doors slide shut before Angel can catch him. 

Angel picks himself up a few minutes later muttering "Good riddance." 
Then he showers and calls down to get the mess cleaned, hoping not to 
see Spike again for awhile. 
 
 
**TWO WEEKS LATER**
 
Gunn walks in with Fred, Wes,  and Lorne in tow. "Here we are, Angel, 
man, morning meeting and boy do we have a interesting start to our 
day. Wes, tell the man what he gets to fight." Gunn takes a seat 
looking amused.
 
"Five Prio Motu demons.  They've started acting as muscle for a demon 
syndicate, and they're killing civilians on the side.  Very nasty." 
Wes says, looking over his paperwork. 
 
Angel groans. "Wonderful, and let me guess-- all of you are busy and 
I can't clearly do this one alone?"
 
Fred nods. "Sorry Angel I have lab duty-- very important scrolls 
brought in this morning, they need my full attention."
 
Gunn nods. "Yep, sorry man.  You know I would have your back--but I 
have three treaty meetings back to back and each one high priority.  
Had to reschedule two `cause of fights I went with you on."
 
Angel looks at Lorne and Wes pitifully. 
 
Lorne makes a warding motion with his hands.  "I *know* you're not 
looking at me, Angelcakes.  I'm a lover, not a fighter."  
 
Wes shakes his head, sadly.  "Really, really sorry.  Love to.  Fred 
made some new weapons I'm desperate for a chance to try.  But I have 
an artifact that the Senior Partners are wanting investigated, top 
priority.  I put it off yesterday and one of my researchers turned up 
dead.  Message from the Senior Partners not to put off top priority 
work."
  
Angel sighs and rubs his face. "I am so not taking the W&H mod 
squad.  Last time I did they killed an innocent informant demon cause 
he was in the room. I can't do this alone guys."
 
Lorne says, "Well, what about Spike?  I mean, I know you think he's a 
pain in the ass, but he can fight.  And it's not like he has anything 
else to do." 
 
Angel groans further-- but he has no choice.  He knows he can't do 
this alone, so if it means breaking a record in not seeing Spike than 
so be it.  He nods. "All right, fine, I'll fetch the little weasel. 
Anybody heard my Viper's status?"
 
"Yeah, the new one arrived two days ago.  It's still there, Spike 
hasn't taken it.  As a matter of fact, he hasn't checked out a 
vehicle in two weeks."  Wes looks again at his computer 
screen.  "That can't be right.  Two weeks, no car?" 
 
Angel even uncovers his eyes to look pensively at Wes. "You're 
joking, right? He has to have come here for a car!"
 
"No.  No car, no security entry here for him for two weeks. He left 
here two weeks ago, but hasn't come back in." 
 
Angel shakes his head. "No, try again Wes.  That's not right!  The 
idiot lives to torment me and spend my money.  Look harder.  Maybe he 
covered it up by flirting with a bookkeeper.  I don't care ask, look, 
find out and I mean now."
 
"Well, I'll keep looking.  But identified people are automatically 
logged in by computer when they enter and exit.  And he's not on 
here.  I'll keep checking.  But you might want to go over to his 
place."  
 
Angel grabs his coat. "Already there.  Call me as soon as you find 
out what's going on here, Wes.  I mean it."
 
"Will do."  Wes calls after Angel as he heads out the door. 
 
Angel gets in the new Viper and speeds off towards Spike's.  In less 
then ten minutes-- a world's record in L.A.-- Angel is there. He gets 
out and ducks rays of light to run down the steps to Spike's 
apartment. When he reaches the door he sees it's open.  He calls 
out, "Spike?  Are you here?"  He walks up and peers in and is 
instantly on edge. Spike's apartment has been ransacked-- the table 
and chair turned over, the t.v, broken -- and to Angel's complete and 
utter horror, Spike's duster is laying right on the couch. He 
snatches it up and opens his cell and rings Wes. **ring, ring**
 
"Wesley Wyndham-Pryce,"  Wes' voice answers. 
 
Angel's gruff and tense voice replies, "Wesley, everyone in my office 
now!  No pissing around and no arguments.  I don't care what you all 
are doing-- I have something that is now number one priority.  Got 
it?"
 
"Right away." Wesley hangs up.  A short while later, Angel is back in 
the office and everyone is waiting there around the table, looking 
concerned.
 
Angel walks in, coat hidden behind him for the time being. "So what 
news on Spike?"
 
"Nothing.  Double and triple checked all the logs.  Last thing we see 
is him walking out with a case of whiskey from catering.  Nothing 
since then." 
 
Angel swears loudly. "Fuck...CALL HARMONY IN HERE NOW."
 
Harmony pushes the door open.  "I could hear you from outside, boss.  
What's the deal?  And what are you doing with Spike's coat?" 
 
Angel starts to shake, but keeps his back to Harmony, gripping the 
coat tightly. "Have you seen or heard form Spike at all in the last 
two weeks?"
 
"No boss.  Not at all.  Why?  It's not like he really talks to me 
except when he comes in to see you or when he needs something." 
 
Angel brings the coat from behind him and turns towards her. "I swear 
to god, Harmony, I mean it!  If you have, and this is his idea of a 
sick joke to pay me back for the fight I will do more than fire you."
 
"Ok, boss, I've seen you lop people's heads off.  I wouldn't try to 
kid you."  Harmony looks a little worried.  "What...you mean he's not 
around?  I figured you just took it from him or something to get him 
back for being a jerk."  
 
Angel nods and turns towards the others. "Thank you, Harmony. Now get 
out, please."  He holds the jacket out shakily to Fred. "Fred, will 
you… please...will you please test this for anything? I mean the 
works-- fingerprints, smell, residue anything please?"
 
Fred picks up the duster by the collar and start to walk by 
Angel.  "Sure thing, Angel.  Right away." 
 
Angel grabs Fred's arm gently. "Winifred?"
 
Fred looks over at Angel.  "Yes?" 
 
Angel points to the jacket. "Don't mess up his jacket, understand? 
Test it, but don't hurt it in any way, please? That's his baby, I 
can't have it ruined, all right?"
 
Fred nods.  "Sure, Angel.  I promise."  She moves out of the room, 
sparing a last glance over her shoulder at Angel.  
 
Lorne looks over, "So what do you want from us, kemo sabe?" 
 
Angel holds up his finger and starts to pace. "Lorne, I need your 
contacts—any of them, all of them--find out if anyone and I mean 
ANYONE has seen Spike understand? I mean from Models to Street 
sweepers got it?"
 
"Got it.  I'm on it."  Lorne takes out his cell phone and is dialing 
as he leaves the office.  
 
Wes looks over, "I'll get security to work on trying to locate him, 
and the psychics and mages." 
 
Angel nods, and stops pacing to look at Wes intently. "Wesley I'm 
serious. I give Spike a lot of shit, and most the time I hate him 
with a fiery passion that tops no other. But that boy is my family 
and my blood. I need you to find William, do you understand me? Do 
not come back in here without something." Angel looks at Gunn. "I 
need you to send a team to Spike's place and sweep it, got it? I want 
that place checked top to bottom and I want you there to supervise 
it."
 
Gunn nods, turning towards the door. "You got it, Boss.  One black 
man supervising one apartment sweep coming up."
 
Angel nods and walks to the window, crossing his arms over his chest.
 
Several hours later, Harmony buzzes the intercom.  "Boss, everyone's 
here to see you." 
 
Angel walks away from the window and presses the button. "Tell them 
to come in."
 
"Right Boss."  Everyone comes filing in, looking earnest.  
 
"So, who do you want first, Angel?"  Wes asks. 
 
Angel looks extremely drained and on edge all at once. "Anything, 
everything, spit.  Let's go."
 
Wes looks at the others.  "Nothing magical.  And that's weird because 
it would take some pretty powerful shielding magic to hide from the 
locating magic at our disposal.  Security was able to confirm that 
Spike was sighted getting into a car about two weeks ago with another 
man, but no one could accurately describe the man or the car." 
 
Fred holds out the coat, still in it's preserved state. "Nothing on 
the coat, Angel, sorry.  Here, you may want to hold onto to it." 
 
Angel steps forward and takes the coat and nods. He looks at Gunn. 
 
Gunn shakes his head. "Except for the existence of Spike in the 
apartment, Angel, nothing is there.  We checked it twice to be sure."
 
Angel taps the jacket and looks at Lorne.
 
"Well, I've asked around about Spike, no dice there.  But someone 
answering his description, going by the name Adonis, started 
stripping at a demon strip club named Elysian Fields two weeks ago.  
He's been quite a draw."  Lorne says. 
 
Angel sits up and grabs the jacket tightly in his fist. "Got an 
address?"
 
Lorne slides a piece of paper across the desk.  "Address and driving 
directions.  Thought you'd be interested." 
 
Angel nods and grabs it, letting the jacket down long enough to put 
on his own coat.  Then he picks it back up. "I'm going there.  If you 
don't hear from me in three hours, call.  And if that gets you 
nowhere, send a team-- got it?"
 
"Sure.  You don't want any of us to come with you?"  Lorne asks.  
 
Angel shakes his head. "No. `Cause if this is his idea of the prank 
of the century, I am gonna beat him so bad that you'll all think I'm 
Angelus again.  Just let me do this alone. Stay nearby if I need any 
of you."
 
"Ok, Angelcakes.  We'll wait."  
 
Wes nods.  "Makes sense." 
 
Fred nods and walks forward, caressing Angel's hand that is holding 
the jacket tightly. "Angel, please be careful, and I'm sure you'll 
find him. Please be gentle if this is a joke. I'm sure if it is, his 
feelings were just hurt bad. And Angel?"
 
"Hmm?"
 
"You need to loosen your hold or you'll crack the leather," Fred says 
with a warm smile.
 
Angel smiles slightly and loosens his grip. 
 
Fred kisses Angel's cheek and stands back. 
 
Gunn nods to the door. "Go see if Blondie is playing Striptease so we 
know what's up."
 
Angel nods and walks towards the door.  He turns towards the group 
before leaving. "Thank you for your help without asking why." And 
with that he leaves W&H and gets in his Viper and heads towards the 
address. He gets there a half hour later. It is a huge club that 
looks like it does good business. He gets out of his Viper and locks 
it, setting the alarm.  Taking Spike's jacket with him, he walks up 
to the door with the bouncers and waits. 
 
Bouncer looks him up and down.  "Carrying any weapons?" Angel opens 
his jacket and lets the Bouncer look him over. "Ok, you're clear."  
Angel walks in and there is an inner security door with a ticket 
booth next to it.  The sign says, "Cover Charge $20, two-drink 
minimum."  People are paying at the window then being let in.  Angel 
gets out his wallet and puts the twenty dollars in the window and 
waits. The security door swings open.  The interior of the club is 
like a Roman Palace, as imagined by Vegas.  There are marble floors 
and ornate pillars, and elaborate mosaics on the walls.  The stage 
has heavy purple silk draperies hanging down.  It is early in the 
evening but the club is filling quickly.  
 
Angel finds a seat up front, takes off his coat, and sits. He puts 
Spike's coat in his lap and a waiter comes up. "My name is Narcissus, 
I'll be your server," the Satyrna demon says.  "What is your 
pleasure?" 
 
Angel raises a brow at the demon.  "Whiskey, Irish, old.  And bring 
me two glasses of it—hell, bring me a damn bottle."
 
"As you wish, sir."  A few minutes later, a bottle of respectably old 
Irish Whiskey and a cut crystal glass are served to the table.  "I'm 
sorry, sir, for a bottle I will need payment now."  Narcissus says.  
 
Angel opens his wallet enough that the waiter can see the many large 
bills. "Take as many as you need to pay for the bottle then take a 
hundred for yourself."
 
The waiter takes two hundred dollars. "Thank you, sir.  Is there 
anything else I can do for you, sir?"  
 
Angel sees how much he takes and nods. "Keep a eye on me just case I 
need you ok? I think for a two hundred dollar tip that's not asking 
much now is it?"
 
"Yes, sir.  Sorry sir, it's a hundred for the whiskey.  I only took 
the tip you instructed.  But yes sir, for a hundred dollar tip I can 
definitely keep an eye on you."   
 
Angel sighs and nods.  He hands him another hundred and 
coughs. "Yeah, right, sorry.  Here now, you can work double hard."
 
"Yes, sir?  Are you sure you aren't wanting anything else right 
now?"  It suddenly strikes Angel that the waiter is reasonably 
attractive and rather scantily clad, and seems to think that Angel is 
looking for something specific. 
 
Angel's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No...no...no nothing like 
that-- but one more question though, if I can?"
 
"Of course, sir.  I'd be glad to be of help." 
 
"The new addition, Adonis-- when does he dance?"
 
The waiter nods his head as if now, he understands.  "He's the 
highlight dancer, sir.  He doesn't dance until 10pm.  It's good you 
arrived early though, sir.  In another hour there won't be a seat 
left.  He's very good for business."  
 
Angel nods. "Does he do private dances?"
 
"Unfortunately not, sir.  Not quite sure why.  No private dances, no 
table dances, no lap dances.  The main stage only, and only one 
performance a night.  The bouncers are under strict instruction to 
immediately take care of anyone who tries to take liberties with 
him.  Sorry sir."    
 
Angel nods and taps the jacket. "Thanks, I need to see him dance.  
Then I need you to direct me to the guy that runs this place, all 
right?   Will that be too much trouble?"
 
"No, sir!"  The waiter responds.  "Pleasure to help you out, sir."  
 
Angel nods and picks up the bottle unscrewing the cap and pouring a 
glass. He waits sipping, tapping the jacket. He swears to himself, if 
this is a joke, he will make sure it's Spike's last one.
 
There is a long procession of attractive dancers, both male and 
female, all of whom go by names out of Greek and Roman mythology.  
Finally the announcer comes out, "And now, the moment you've all been 
waiting for.  Our highlight dancer of the evening.  The one, the 
only, Adonis!"  There is a huge swell of applause, and then the club 
falls silent as the curtains pull back and the already dim lights in 
the club go almost completely out.  The stage is dark as a pulsing 
beat starts, and then one pale white spotlight hits a crouching 
figure on stage. The figure is lithe and lean and sports a head of 
peroxide platinum blonde hair.  It certainly looks like Spike.  He is 
dressed in a deep purple silk shirt, a pair of black leather gloves, 
and black latex pants.  
 
He is motionless for maybe fifteen seconds as the beat pulses, and 
then starts moving as a male voice moans out, " You're made of my rib 
or baby you're made of my sin, and I can tell where your lust ends 
and where your love begins,"

He begins moving his body in time with the pulsing beat.  He writhes 
sinuously, every movement a move of divine grace.  It takes Angel a 
shocked second to realize that Spike has raised his Seducer aura and 
is broadcasting it.  Spread so thin, it cannot force anyone's mind, 
but it magnifies the already inherent sensuality of every motion, 
every glance.  The voice continues as Spike rips a button at a time 
off with his fingertips from the shirt, revealing his pale skin.  "I 
didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't 
want to hurt you but you're pretty when you cry."
 
Angel moves forward in his chair, his hands brushing the edge of the 
stage.  He locks his eyes on Spike's form, willing him to look his 
way, wanting the little idgit to crack and know the jig is up. 
 
The last button pops away as the voice launches into the next 
verse, "And the moon gives me permission, and I enter through her 
eyes, she's losing her virginity and all her will to compromise." His 
shirt slides down his arms and back up again, revealing for a moment 
the sculptured glory of his chest and arms and then covering it 
again.  Then the chorus comes again.  
 
"I didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't 
want to hurt you but you're pretty when you cry." And the dance 
continues as the shirt slides down again and the black gloves hands 
caress across the alabaster flesh.  
 
Angel thrums his thumbs on Spike's jacket so fast it's a surprise the 
jacket doesn't catch on fire. He mutters under his breath. "Killing 
you, so killing you for this little stunt, you bastard. Look at me. 
Damn it, look at me."
 
The next verse of the song starts as Spike's hands head for the 
fastener on the skin-tight latex pants.  "I didn't want to fuck you 
baby, I didn't want to fuck you, I didn't want to fuck you but you're 
pretty when you're mine" And the fastener is undone, and the zipper 
descends as the next chorus comes out, but this time different, "I 
didn't really love you baby, I didn't really love you I didn't really 
love you but I'm pretty when I lie-- you hurt me baby,  I hurt you 
baby."

Then discordant tones cut across the music as Spike sinks to the 
stage, his face a mask of pain, He begins writhing across the stage, 
and it is obvious he is, with superb muscular control, peeling the 
pants down a few inches at a time with his writhing.  His shirt 
covers his ass, so it is impossible to see if he was wearing anything 
underneath, but his writhing gives ample glimpses of his white chest 
as he moves.  
 
Angel gets out his wallet now, way beyond tolerating at this point, 
and figures if he can't get him to look his way on his own he will 
make him look. Where nothing else works, money does. He gets out five 
one-hundred-dollar bills and puts one between each finger.  He puts 
his hand on the stage visible to Spike, waiting. 
 
Spike is crawling and writhing across the stage, deftly retrieving 
money from the frenzied patrons offering it to him without breaking 
the dance. None, however, do more than put a hand on stage, as Angel 
is doing. The song continues, "If you knew how much I love you, you 
would run away, but when I treat you bad it always makes you want to 
stay," and he has reached Angel.  He takes the dollars from him 
gracefully but without thought, briefly brushing his hand as he had 
the others.  His eyes pass over Angel with no recognition at all.  
 
Angel, shocked and a bit out of sorts by the look in Spike's eye, he 
whispers so he can hear him, trying to not let it phase 
him,  "William, this isn't funny.  And as soon as I talk to the owner 
and get your contract nullified, we are so talking about this when we 
get home do you hear me?"
 
There is no reaction on Spike's face other than a brief look of 
confusion before he moves on.  The chorus comes and Spike wriggles 
free of his pants at last.  "I didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't 
want to hurt you baby, how can you do this to me now?" 
 
Angel rubs his face and leans back.  Not knowing what to do, he 
whispers,  "Will, what's going on with you?"
 
Spike pulls up into a crouching position, back to the audience, and 
lets the shirt fall at last, revealing a naked ass as he looks over 
his shoulder at the audience and the lights black out again.  
Applause erupts in the darkness, and by the time the lights go up 
Spike is nowhere to be seen.  
 
Angel loosens his hands from the jacket-- the shot of Spike's ass 
almost having him destroy his table in a fit of angry retribution. He 
calms himself and signals for the waiter. The waiter pushes through 
the crowd to Angel.  "Ready to meet the owner, sir?"  
 
Angel, trying to keep his voice from growling, nods and 
stands, "Never more ready, lead the way."
 
"Right this way, sir."  He guides him back through the club, up some 
back stairs onto a private balcony, where there is a single table 
with a perfect view of the stage.  "Mr. Titus, this is the customer I 
told you about."  
 
Julian nods and signals for Narcissus to let him in. "Let him in, 
pretty Narcissus, let's see who our new generous customer is, shall 
we?"
 
Narcissus lets Angel in and Julian gasps quietly, recognizing him but 
not saying anything. He stands and smiles, extending his hand. "Well, 
well, well, a handsome man as well. Welcome to my club, Mister?"
 
Angel takes the hand and shakes firmly-- maybe a little too firmly-- 
and answers, to the best of his abilities, calmly. "Angel.  Mr. 
Angel.  But just call me Angel."
 
Julian nods and gestures to a seat. "Please sit Mr. Angel." Julian 
nods to Narcissus and Narcissus leaves and bows, closing the door 
behind him.
 
Angel sits and crosses his leg over his other leg. "So Titus...Roman 
Emperor. Guess that explains the decor."
 
Julian smiles. "Yes, very perceptive indeed."
 
Angel nods and fiddles with the jacket. "Guess that explains the 
names of the dancers and waiters too."
 
Julian nods.
 
Angel smirks. "Quaint. It's something I would've done too."
 
"Well, I do try to pride myself on good ideas and even better service 
and shows. I only employ the best of the best. I only allow prestige 
and beauty here."
 
Angel nods. "I saw that. Wow, that last show with, what's his name? 
Adonis?  That was thrilling.  You must be VERY proud of him."
 
Julian smiles tightly and presses his hand under the desk on the 
alarm button just in case, and nods. "Yes, I am extremely pleased 
with Adonis' success.  He has been here such a short time but he has 
become the instant crowd favorite. Profits alone have tripled. Not to 
mention my fondness of him in general."
 
Angel grits his teeth and hmms. "Uhmm, yes I figured you did.  I 
asked about private dances and was informed of his importance."
 
"Yes, unfortunately, I can only bear to let him dance.  Anything else 
and I would be afraid I would become very on edge."
 
Angel grips his thighs and grits out low. "I'm sure you would."
 
Julian smiles and sits up straighter. "I am very happy you enjoyed 
yourself, and I wish you to come again Mr. Angel. I hope to become 
great friends with you and see your business more often. But if you 
don't mind I have books to keep and dancers to check on that need my 
attention. I run this business like a tight ship. And that requires a 
lot of my time."
 
Angel nods and stands stiffly. "Thank you.  I plan to come more often 
and I also wish to be FRIENDS, Mr. Titus-- very GOOD friends."
 
Julian stands and extends his hand again. "Thanks for wishing to meet 
me.  It was very flattering."
 
Angel shakes his hand again.  Then he nods and turns to the toward 
the door, opening it and leaving Julian's office. Once outside he 
sees a dark hallway, just outside the door to the right, and he 
stands in it waiting for Julian to come out. He needs to find Spike 
and get him the hell out of here.
 
Julian comes out, sighs, and heads down the hallway.  Angel trails 
him at a discreet distance.  He sees Julian stop and take out a key.  
He stops at a door and opens it, walking inside.  The sign on the 
door says  `Adonis'.
  
Angel sees another door to the dressing room and turns the knob, 
relieved this one is not locked for some reason.  He slips inside the 
room and steps behind the dressing shade near the door. He flings 
Spikes jacket over his shoulder and waits peering through. 
 
Julian comes in and clucks his tongue.  He sits on a chaise lounge 
appearing to be waiting.  Spike comes walking out dressed in very 
tight threadbare jeans, with holes near, but not on, some interesting 
places.  His eyes are empty but a soft and compliant look is on his 
face.  He stands, posing, flexing his muscles and then walking with 
his usual feline grace towards Julian.
 
Julian sighs happily. "Ahh, there you are, my precious treasure. Come 
sit at my feet."
 
Spike stalks over and curls, catlike, on the floor near Julian's 
feet.  He purrs happily for him.  "Yes, Master Julian."  Angel is 
surprised.  Spike's voice is soft, and he is speaking in the upper-
class accent he was born to.  
 
Julian smiles widely. "Such a good boy.  How I adore you so. I just 
had a horrid experience, my dear one-- most distressing."
 
Concern furrows Spike's brow.  "Trouble, Master Julian?  What 
happened?  May I help you?"  
 
Julian shakes his head and threads his fingers in Spike's hair, 
caressing in tiny soft circles, barely touching. "No, sweetling, 
nothing for you to worry about. I do not wish you to have stress. 
You're to only be happy and well taken care of with me. And you help 
me by just being here with me."
 
Angel grits his teeth at the names and the touching, wanting to pop 
out and break the little weasel's neck, but he restrains himself. He 
knows now something is terribly wrong with Spike. `Cause he would've 
never stood for this, never.  He only did it once a long time ago for 
one person-- and that person was now reining in his temper at this 
show Julian was clearly pulling the strings on.
 
Spike rubs his head against Julian's hands.  "Yes, Master Julian.  
You take such good care of me.  I wish I could do more for you.  But 
I trust you and obey you gladly."  He began purring again, an 
expression of bliss on his face.  
 
Julian smiles fondly and moves his legs up on the chaise.  Leaning 
back, he taps Spike's shoulder. "Look at me Adonis."
 
Spike raises to his haunches and looks at Julian.  "Yes, Master 
Julian?" 
 
Julian takes a small breath and says softly. "Who is Liam O'Donnell?"
 
Angel perks up and peers through so he can see Spike perfectly.  He 
waits to see what Spike says. 
 
Confusion is evident on Spike's face.  "Should I know that name?  It 
doesn't sound familiar.  A very strange name indeed."  
 
Julian smiles and shakes his head. "Another then-- who is Angelus?"
 
Angel covers his mouth and waits once again. 
 
"That at least is a proper Roman-sounding name, but still not 
familiar.  I'm sorry I'm not more helpful, Master Julian." 
 
Julian smiles widely and shakes his head once again. "Once more, then 
I promise enough of your Master being strange. Who is Angel?"
 
"Now that is strange.  Why would anyone be named Angel?  No, I'm 
afraid I don't know anyone with an outlandish name like that, Master 
Julian."  
 
Angel leans his head back and struggles with his inner demon. Angelus 
wants to tear and shred so bad right now.  Angel is barely able to 
restrain his release. His beautiful boy--his Will-- does not know him 
from Adam. And this is so terribly wrong. 
 
Julian caresses Spike's cheek for a second then removes his 
hand. "Very good, now tell me my pretty god what is your name?"
 
"Adonis, Master Julian, of course."  Spike blinks his eyes at Master 
Julian.  
 
"Yes, Adonis is right.  And have you ever had any other name, my 
sweet?"
 
"Never, Master Julian.  I have always been your precious Adonis."  
Adonis' eyes dip low in a pretty show of submission as he says the 
last two words.  
 
Julian shivers. "Yes you have, always mine. Did you have fun today 
dancing my love?"
 
"I did.  I enjoyed dancing very much, as I always do.  It was 
strange, though, Master Julian.  A powerful-looking man near the 
stage gave me money, but he called me William and threatened me with 
violence he said, after he said he would buy my contract from you.  I 
was confused, because you would never sell your precious Adonis, and 
he used the wrong name for me."  
 
Julian keeps his face as straight as possible. "Do not worry about 
that. He was probably confused. He must've confused you with someone 
he once knew maybe. You thought him powerful-looking?"
 
"He was large and heavily-muscled, yes."  
 
Julian nods. "Did you think anything else about this man?"
 
"No.  I wouldn't have remembered him at all, except for the odd 
threat and strange name, Master Julian." 
 
Julian nods. "All right, then, other than that you liked your dance I 
am pleased. You're my most precious Dancer, you know that? Do you 
want to please me now?"
 
"Yes, Master Julian.  Always." 
 
Julian nods. "Dance for me now, beautiful one.  You know how I like 
it. I shall instruct if I want you to change it up."
 
Angel digs his fingernails into his palms and his body thrums with 
anger.
 
Adonis stands and begins to move, feline and graceful as always, and 
begins to writhe and undulate and his hands begin caressing over his 
face, his neck, his chest, then carefully stroking around each 
nipple, then on each nipple, pinching them to hardness as his body 
continues to move. 
 
Julian moans softly and leans back further into the chaise, spreading 
his legs slightly. "So good, so pretty.  That's my boy."
 
Adonis' hands move further down now, across his abdomen, carefully 
stroking along the muscles, and then across the threadbare material 
of his jeans.  He turns, and runs his hands over his asscheeks, 
bending and displaying himself as he does so.  
 
Julian whimpers and he unbuckles his belt and undoes his buttons. 
Reaching into his pants, he slips his hand through his silk boxers, 
grabs his erection, and begins to stroke his cock. "Pants, Adonis.  
Take them off for me, darling."
 
Adonis straightens and turns around, never stopping his graceful 
motions, and unbuttons the pants, one button at a time, and then 
smoothly slides them down.  He is naked now, resplendent and 
glorious, and he poses and continues to dance for his Master.  
 
Julian arches and cries out. "God, you're so beautiful!  Touch your 
pretty hole, sweetling.  Show me how you wish I would touch you."
 
Adonis sucks on his finger, wetting it, and reaches down, running his 
finger around the rim and then slowly sinking it in, inch by inch.  
 
Julian jacks harder, almost to a painful point, and pants 
uncontrollably. "Say my name, Adonis.  Say it while you imagine me."
 
Angel turns around and places his head against the wall, naming off 
all deities and religious figures he can remember, trying to distract 
himself. He wants to kill Julian...and frankly the only thing 
stopping him is his hanging-by-a-thread soul. 
 
Adonis continues penetrating himself on his finger, now 
moaning, "Master Juuuuuuuuuuliannnnnnn, oh Master 
Juuuuuuuuuuuuullliaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn,"  over and over as he thrusts in 
and out of himself, his own cock surging harder at each stroke.   
 
Julian stands on the precipice and he whispers, "Cum, Adonis.  Make 
yourself cum."
 
Adonis' other hand moves to his cock, and begins pumping harder and 
harder, moaning louder and louder, repeating Julian's name, and then 
shortly afterwards he cums, spraying into his hand.  
 
Julian cums then, spurting over his hand, catching it all, careful 
not to drop a bit. He lays still until he calms, then he sits up and 
looks at Adonis. "Adonis, clean and dress, then bring the washing 
bowl with warm water please."
 
"Yes Master Julian."  A short while later, Adonis, dressed in silk 
boxers and a silk kimono robe in midnight blue, comes back with a 
bowl of warm water.  Julian places his hands in the water and washes 
his hands clean. Then he stands, buttons his pants, and buckles them. 
He looks at Adonis. "I have to return to my work now, darling. You 
shall stay here, do not leave, understand?"
 
"Of course, Master Julian."  Adonis turns to go empty the washing 
bowl as Julian leaves and locks the door.  
 
Angel stays in his spot for a few moments longer.  He doesn't want to 
yell at Spike. Spike doesn't even know what's going on or what he is 
doing. He finally moves out from the shade and puts the Duster in his 
hands, now caressing the leather. He takes a deep breath. 
 
Adonis comes out of the other room.  He stops, frozen in fear.  "My 
Master isn't going to sell me, so you can't hurt me.  Leave, or I'll 
scream for security."  
 
Angel holds up a hand and chooses his next words carefully, with a 
double meaning only he will get. "No, I imagine your Master will 
never sell you, not to anyone, not ever. Please don't scream.  I only 
wish to speak with you."
 
Adonis thinks carefully.  He should probably scream, but this man is 
very powerful and could likely hurt him very badly.  It couldn't hurt 
to let him speak.  "Very well.  You may speak.  But come no closer."  
 
Angel nods and keeps running his fingers over Spike's duster. He 
holds it up and holds it so Spike can see it. "Do you like this coat?"
 
Adonis looks.  He must admit, it is appealing.  He enjoys the feel of 
leather.  "Yes.  It is quite nice."  
 
Angel smiles. "Have you ever wanted a coat like this?"
 
Adonis' eyes narrow.  "My Master doesn't permit me to accept gifts 
from others."  
 
Angel shakes his head. "Oh, don't worry, you'd have to kill me to pry 
this coat permanently from me. That was not my question, lad. I wish 
to know if you ever wanted a coat like this?"
 
Adonis concentrates, and Angel sees something like a momentary flash 
of recognition in his eyes.  "Yes.  I don't know when, I can't 
remember.  But...I wanted a coat like that before."  
 
Angel smiles, pleased by this, and he turns the duster around. "I 
know you do not know me, but I wish to ask you a very small favor.  I 
promise nothing bad or perverse.  Will you consider my request if I 
ask it?"
 
"You may ask."  Adonis is really worried now, and his muscles tense, 
prepared to scream and flee as best he can.  
 
"I wish for you to try this on, wear it for me, even if just for a 
moment, lad. Then I will tell you why I wish it.  Will you do this 
for me?"
 
Adonis considers for a very long time.  The stranger seems very set 
on this.  "Very well.  Set it on the chaise and back away.  If you 
move any closer, I'll scream, I promise."  
 
Angel nods and moves back.  He sets the duster down, laying it out 
and outstretching it so all Spike has to do is pick it up and slip it 
on. Then he moves away and looks at Spike. "There, as you wished."
 
Adonis moves forward tentatively, never taking his eyes off the 
stranger.  He slips unconsciously into a hunting gait with which 
Angel was only too familiar. He picks up the duster and slips it on, 
inhaling the rich scent of the leather, permeated, it seemed, with 
cigarette smoke and whiskey.  There are flashes in his head that he 
can't place, blood and violence.  His eyes open wide and he looks at 
the stranger.  "Is there some sort of spell on this?  Why did you 
have me put it on?" 
 
Angel shakes his head. "I assure you, no spell.  Is it comfortable?"
 
"Yes, it fits me perfectly.  You said you would tell me if I put it 
on."  
 
Angel nods and sits on the chaise, slipping off his jacket. "Aye, I 
did say that didn't I? Well then, I better do as promised then, 
shouldn't I?" Angel has slipped into his brogue, hoping this as well 
triggers memories. 
 
Adonis sees that the stranger is sitting on the chaise and he backs 
up quickly.  "Only the Master sits there."  
 
Angel holds up his hand stands* "I'll stand then, calm down lad. Now 
my story. That jacket-- a duster, it's called. It belongs to someone 
I care deeply and strongly for. He won that duster fairly in a fight. 
It's been his trophy ever since. It has defined his personality. One 
that started even against my wishes so long ago. I lost this person. 
I miss him greatly even though he would call me a liar and a Poof. 
You, my lad-- you resemble him."
 
"Was that this William?  The name you called me?" Adonis is 
interested despite himself. 
 
Angel nods.  "Yes William Matthew Foster. But I, I called him Will.  
He was my beautiful boy. No one stood above him. He was my 
everything, my sun, moon and stars."
 
"But you were threatening violence.  I heard the tone in your voice.  
You were angry."    
 
Angel nods. "Yes, but only cause I thought you were my Will. And my 
Will knows so much better then to do what you are doing. It is 
complicated to explain and I imagine it would only make you 
uncomfortable. But my William-- if he did this it would be to hurt me 
or to make me angry or jealous."
 
"But what I do is beautiful.  Everyone watches me.  Everyone 
applauds.  I like the applause.  Almost better than anything.  Why 
would it make you angry?  You didn't think it was beautiful?"    
 
"I think you are beautiful-- and do not get upset at me saying that. 
And I think the movements are sensual, but as I said-- what I and 
Will share, it would never include his sharing of his body this way. 
I would never allow it. His body is for me alone and he was always 
fine with that-- even more some days than me. So it made me angry 
cause people could see you like that.  So when I thought you were 
Will I said what I did."
 
"You sound like Master.  I don't think he likes that I like the 
dancing."  
 
Angel nods "It's very possible.  I'm not sure. I only know how I 
feel. You do know what you are yes?"
 
"I'm a god."  Says Adonis simply and quietly. 
 
Angel can't help it, he laughs softly and he nods. "Yes, you are 
certainly that too.  But you do know what you are-- as in what kind 
of creature you are-- right?"
 
"I'm a god, I told you.  That's why I only consume blood.  Gods are 
given blood sacrifices.  I need nothing else to survive."  
 
Angel freezes, then loosens up and looks at Spike closely. "You 
haven't changed since you've been here?"
 
"I am a god.  I do not change.  I do not age."  
 
Angel nods. "Also true, but you do change...."  Angel sighs, then 
comes up with an idea. He turns and changes quickly to bite into his 
palm, then he cups his hand and holds it out. He knows his strong 
Sire's blood, family blood, can't be denied. 
 
"You offer me a sacrifice?  It's a trick."  But it smells 
unbelievably good to Adonis.  Every fiber in him is straining to come 
over and consume it.  
 
Angel sighs again. "Would I offer if it were a trick?  Are you gonna 
to say I put a spell on my blood as well? I offer-- now take it or 
not, your choice."
 
"A trick to get me over there so you can hurt me or grab me."  
Against his better judgment, and almost without realizing it, Adonis 
moves two steps closer. 
 
Angel holds out his hand further from him. "I might've tried that 
before-- not now. I offer willingly and without a price in return. I 
want you to have this.  You let me see you in the jacket, now come 
take this."
 
The smell comes to him again and Adonis simply cannot stop himself.  
He moves forward and begins lapping the blood.  Then something 
happens.  He feels muscles in his face shift and teeth grow out of 
nowhere, and he bites into the hand in front of him.
   
Angel smiles softly and he cups the hand, letting Spike feed from 
him, "See you change."
 
Adonis keeps licking and drinking.  The very taste and sensation of 
the blood makes him hard inside his boxers.  He never, never wants to 
stop.  It is an alien, frightening sensation and oddly familiar all 
at once. 
 
Angel lets Spike go a bit more, then lifts his other hand very 
carefully and he strokes once down the nape of Spike's neck. "Have to 
stop now, lad.  Pull back, all you should have to do is concentrate 
and shake off the change."
 
With the greatest difficulty Adonis pulls out his teeth, and for some 
odd reason licks the hand in front of him as he feels the strange 
ridges on his face.  He must look like a monster now.  
 
"You're not, you're beautiful. You're never a monster."
 
Adonis' head whips around to look at the stranger, so close, and he 
can feel the ridges disappear.  "You enspelled me, with the coat.  
It's a trick.  How else would you know what I was thinking?"  
 
Angel takes off his shirt and rips off a shred to wrap his hand, 
turning his back in his tank to pick up his coat. "Will thought the 
same thing once when he first found out, and that's what I told him 
then.  I just guessed."
 
Adonis' eyes follow the stranger.  Master would be so angry if he 
knew what happened here.  He could never tell the truth about it.  
Especially about the fact that he thought the muscular stranger was 
handsome.  He sees some blue lines on his back, part of a 
picture.  "What is that picture on your back?  I think I should know 
it somehow."  
 
Angel, without turning, holds his jacket in mid-lift.  He never 
thought about his tattoo. "It's a symbol of my family. It's a Gryphon 
holding a 'A'.  The 'A' stands for our family name.  Would you like 
to see it?"
 
Adonis is trembling now.  He is very disturbed.  "Yes.  Yes I want to 
see it."  
 
Angel nods and puts his jacket down, then lifts his tank over his 
head.  He tucks it behind his neck, and he lowers his head. "There.  
You can look at it as closely as you like now."
 
Adonis comes closer.  He is losing his fear of the stranger.  He has 
already bitten him and licked him.  This is just looking.  He gets 
closer, and starts, without thought, tracing the markings with the 
tip of his finger. "I know this somehow.  I remember it in front of 
my face, very close."  
 
Angel has to grip his thighs with his fists.  His back shaking a tiny 
bit from Spike touching his tattoo. "Can you remember where you saw 
it? If you tried hard, maybe closed your eyes and kept tracing-- 
maybe you may remember. Or maybe you'd remember if I told you the 
family name-- what the 'A' meant."
 
Adonis closes his eyes.  Somehow, he can still see the tattoo, as 
clearly as if he is looking at it.  "What is the family name?"  
 
Angel takes a breath, then whispers. "Aurelius."
 
Adonis falls backwards with a startled cry and hits the floor, his 
head filled with visions of blood and killing and hands..."his" 
hands...covered in gore.  
 
Angel puts the tank back on right and reaches for his coat and slips 
it on. He turns and walks to Spike.  He kneels far enough away, but 
close, and shushs softly. "Shush, shh, shh, it's ok......shush. 
You're tired, you need to rest.  I just need the jacket and I'll 
leave you in peace."
 
Spike makes his arms work.  He shrugs out of the duster in a motion 
almost heart-breakingly familiar to Angel, and then curls into a ball 
on the floor.  
 
Angel sets the duster on the floor for a moment and whispers. "Let me 
do one last thing, please?  I promise I'll go if you do."
 
"Promise?  Very well."  Adonis is quite simply too far gone to fight 
at this point.  He couldn't even shout if he had to.
 
Angel nods and picks Spike up gently. "Where do you sleep?"
 
"The other room.  My bower is there."  
 
Angel sighs at the remembrance that brings. Then he nods and carries 
Spike to the room.  He bends over and lays Spike down gently, then he 
sits nest to him and starts to hum a light and very soft Irish 
lullaby. 
 
Adonis settles down almost immediately.  It takes only a few minutes 
until he drifts into sleep.  
 
Angel smiles at the beautiful sight. And he chokes up and lifts his 
hand, brushing it lightly over Spike's cheekbones.  He whispers ever 
so softly, "I'm so sorry about our fight, William. You just can't 
understand what it's like to have you so close to me. A constant 
reminder of things I want and cannot have. The walls we built to keep 
each other out-- I don't know how to get around them. I didn't want 
this. Never in my whole existence would I have wished for this. 
Please come back to me Will. Please find a way." With that he brushes 
a soft kiss across his temples, and stands going out and closing the 
door behind him. He picks up the duster and inhales the scent,  then 
leaves the dressing room and sneaks back out into the club, and out 
into the night.   He gets to his car and shivers uncontrollably and 
dry heaves until he passes out from the stress. 
 
 
PART 2

Sometime later, Angel awakens to a persistent knocking sound.  
Standing outside the car windows, he can see Fred and Gunn and Wes 
and Lorne, all watching him.  Angel opens the door slowly and 
stumbles and trips-- Gunn catching him before he can fall. Gunn grips 
Angel's forearms and steadies himself against him. "Whoa, big guy. 
How's it going? Freaked us out-- you said three hours and here we are 
pushing four and a half, man."
 
Angel tries to focus, but he starts to freak cause the duster isn't 
nearby. Fred, as if she senses what going on, gets in the car and 
grabs the duster and hands it to Angel, who grips it possessively and 
holds it to him. She strokes down his back. "Shush, Angel, you don't 
have to talk now.  Gunn will take you back to W&H and we'll get you 
in bed.  Wes can drive the Viper, ok?" Angel weakly nods. 
 
Gunn nods and starts to walk Angel to his truck.  "English, don't 
wreck his car-- I don't think he needs that. Lorne-- speed back and 
get his bed ready-- make it warm.  Fred, come with me, you soothe 
him."
 
Fred nods and follows Gunn. 
 
"No problem, Gunn.  I'll take good care of it."  Wes says, sliding 
into the Viper.  
 
Lorne just nods and jumps into the Ferrari, heading off at high 
speed.  
 
Gunn gets Angel in the truck carefully and Fred gets in beside him, 
supporting him and whispering Texan lullaby stories to him while Gunn 
drives.  Gunn whispers to Fred, "What do you think happened? He 
doesn't look messed up."
 
Fred shrugs and rubs down Angel's arms. "I'm not rightly sure but if 
I had to guess he worked himself mentally hard tonight.  He seems 
emotionally drained not physically. I think he found what he was 
looking for and he didn't like it."
 
"You think he found Blondie and it wasn't Kosher? And he is all 
messed up cause of it?"
 
"That would be my guess, Charles. They are family even through the 
fights. I think Angel cares about him more than he admits to."
 
Gunn nods. "I get that-- but he goes back, he is taking one of us. 
This is messed up. I don't like seeing him this way."
 
Fred nods and they ride back to W&H the rest of the way in silence, 
Angel sleeping with the jacket firmly held to his heart. They reach 
HQ.  Gunn and Fred support Angel to his room and to bed where Lorne 
has done all Gunn asked him to do. They take off his shoes and jacket 
and cover him up. Gunn looks at Lorne, Fred, and Wes. "Can anyone 
watch over him?  Or maybe we all stay here and take shifts?"
 
Lorne pipes up.  "Let me.  I'm useless in a fight, but staying up 
late-- got a doctorate in that."  
 
Wes nods.  "Sounds good.  I'll come in early tomorrow morning and 
relieve you. I'm always up early anyway."    
 
Gunn nods and pats Lorne's back. "Thanks.  I don't want him alone if 
he has nightmares and shit. Whatever he went through, it was hard on 
him."
 
Fred leans over Angel and kisses his forehead. "Goodnight, handsome 
man. We'll make it all better, I promise, Angel. We'll fix it." Then 
she sits up and wipes a stray tear.  She walks over and hugs 
Lorne. "Thank you for staying with him."
 
"Oh, no problem kitten...my pleasure.  Besides, you know, empath 
demon, feelings...my bag.  I'll be here for him if he needs to 
talk.   Get some rest."  
 
Fred nods and walks out throwing one last look at Angel then heading 
toward the elevator. Gunn waves night and follows suit. 
 
Angel turns to his side mumbling.
 
Wes waits around a minute more to see if Angel will say anything, 
then waves and goes, shutting the door behind him.  Lorne gets a book 
and sits down for a bedside vigil to watch over Angel. 
 
Angel mumbles out loud. "You're Will, not some roman god names 
stripper...please...please remember me. You have to remember me 
William."
 
Lorne raises an eyebrow.  "So Spike *is* Adonis.  Well that's good to 
know anyway.  Guess he doesn't remember who he is.  Well, who knew, I 
was actually useful for something that mattered.  Been a while since 
*that* happened."  
 
Angel whimpers and mumbles before falling into a deep slumber, 
clutching the jacket to him. "I love you Will. You have to remember 
you love me too, you have to." Then he drifts off. 
 
"Okay, that one stays my little secret.  Yep."  Lorne watches Angel 
as he drifts off to sleep, and he sleeps fitfully but doesn't say 
anything else.  Wes comes in about four a.m. to relieve him.  "Well, 
apparently Spike is this Adonis, and from what I could gather, he 
doesn't remember who he is.  Other than that, we're going to have to 
wait for the big guy to get up." 
 
Wes nods.  "Yes, it would make sense.  Though not why Angel is taking 
it so hard.  They've never gotten along particularly well.  He wasn't 
this badly affected when Cordy went into a coma, for heaven's sake!" 
 
Lorne nods.  "Family fights, Wes, but they're still family.  
Remember, they've known each other over a hundred years.  That's a 
lot of time to have someone suddenly forget."  
 
Wes sighs.  "I suppose so.  It just seems terribly strange.  I'm 
wondering if he wasn't affected by a spell or something else, or 
blood loss.  I see a makeshift bandage on one hand." 
 
Lorne nods.  "I'll have blood sent up, just in case, before I go to 
bed.  Night, Wes." 
 
"Night, Lorne." 
 
Wes sits there.  He brings in the fresh blood when it is sent up, and 
waits for Angel to wake up. 
 
Angel starts to stir moving back and forth fitfully but never 
releasing the jacket. He sits up with a start a minute later and goes 
to get out of bed.
 
"Angel, sit down!"  Wes snaps.  "It's broad daylight, and you need to 
eat before you can do anything anyway."  He brings over a mug of 
fresh blood, still warm.  
 
Angel sits back down, but he makes sure his face plainly says he is 
not happy about it. He takes the mug and starts to chug.
 
"What *are* you hurrying for?  Is there something I need to order a 
security strike for?" Wes asks. 
 
Angel flips off Wes and then puts the mug down, licking his lips, and 
he goes to stand again. "I need to shower. He likes my shower smell. 
And I need to get a outfit he didn't call me poof in. Maybe jeans and 
a t-shirt-- he seems fond of them. Wait!  Leather pants--dig those 
out and a tank..white tank...he loved that."
 
"It's 6am, Angel.  The club won't be open until 6pm.  I checked.  Or 
are we planning a break-in in leather pants and a tank?  If that's 
the case I shall have to go change." 
 
Angel is flustered for words and stamps his foot theatrically.
 
"Why don't you start by coming down to the office...or letting me 
call everyone up here...so you can explain the situation and we can 
get to work trying to help you?" Wes asks.  He is frankly completely 
baffled my Angel's odd behavior. 
 
Angel flops on the bed and grabs the duster, setting it on his lap, 
caressing it softly, and he nods. "Fine, call them, but that's what 
I'm wearing and that's what I'm doing before I go.  And I'll be 
damned if you four try to stop me."
 
"No, we won't try to stop you.  I rather think we're going with you.  
Pardon me while I call."  He picks up the phone and starts dialing.  
A few minutes later everyone is in the penthouse, looking concerned.  
 
"My Prince!"  Says Lorne.  "You've returned to the land of the 
living...so to speak."  He comes over and hugs Angel.  
 
Angel nods. "Yeah, thanks.  And what's this about coming with?"
 
Gunn pipes in. "Yeah, big guy, so not repeating last night-- you 
looked like death warmed over six times.  So yeah, we're coming."
 
Fred smiles and sits next to Angel. "Yeah, it will be a first time 
for me. I promise to help all I can test the place."
 
Wes looks over.  "Yes, we *are* coming, Angel.  So next perhaps you 
could fill us in on what exactly happened last night?"
 
Angel looks at the duster. "I found Spike."
 
"That much we surmised.  More details, please?" Wes says. 
 
Angel sighs. "I found Spike and he doesn't remember who he is."
 
"Angel, if I have to ask a question to get each little answer out of 
you I will, but it will take much longer, and I guarantee I will 
throw out your leather pants.  I know where they are." 
 
Angel eyes flash, but he looks up at Wes, and he holds up the leather 
duster to Wesley. "You know what this is?"
 
"Yes, It's Spike's duster."  
 
"Very good, but what does it symbolize, Watcher?  Work with me 
here.   If I have to ask tiny questions to get every little answer 
out of you, I'll just wring your neck and get me a new Watcher."
 
"It's the trophy of Spike's slaughter of a slayer in 1977.  He has 
worn it ever since and takes great pride in it, although, according 
to Andrew, he *was* actually parted from it when he went off to seek 
his soul and for some time after he returned.  I would dare say it is 
an important part of his current persona.  Thorough enough answer for 
you?" 
 
Angel nods and stands. "Good.  Now, imagine showing this very same 
duster to Spike-- and HE doesn't REMEMBER IT.  Now to further tip the 
scale--imagine him looking right at me.   And what am I to him, Wes?"
 
"His grandsire, and teacher.  And someone who barely tolerated him, I 
thought."  
 
Angel makes a half buzzer--half dinging sound. "Ooooooo-- so close 
but keep trying. No, wait.  Don't bother, let me--since you stuffy 
Watchers can't seem to keep accurate accounts anyway, let me fill you 
in. Spike-- or Will as I call him-- was more to me then my 
grandchilde, my pupil and my current and constant pain in the ass. 
William was my lover and my friend for 18 years non-stop until I got 
my soul. And hey, a few times after that too. So imagine what happens 
to your heart when the person who you care so damn DEEPLY for looks 
at you like a GODDAMN STRANGER. Then come and ask me fucking personal 
questions about the who and the what and the damn why, all right?"  
Angel picks up the jacket and walks to the window, rubbing his face 
in the jacket, and he screams into it desperately. 
 
Wes sits silent for a moment, then says in a quiet tone.  "I am 
deeply sorry, Angel, I had no idea.  Whatever went on between the two 
of you was evidently well-hidden.  We knew about you and Darla, and 
you and Drusilla, and Drusilla and William, but a relationship of 
this kind was never even hinted at in the Watcher's diaries.  But we 
need to know whatever you can tell us so we can try to help you.  
Your personal stake in this only makes it more urgent." 
 
Angel lays his head against the window and says pitifully, "What do 
you want to know?"
 
"Well, I think you've answered adequately how you can be certain he 
doesn't know who he is.  Do you have any suspicions as to who or what 
did it to him?  How and where is he being kept? Did you have any 
contact with him and if so what happened? That sort of thing.  The 
building is unfortunately shielded to magic, I checked that last 
night.  That's why the mages couldn't locate him.  So if there's to 
be a rescue, we'll have to use some other means." 
 
Angel takes a breath. "Julian Titus—that's who did this to him--
perverse sicko pysco. Going to rip his head from his body. Spike is 
kept in his dressing room which also leads to his bedroom. He isn't 
tied up or anything. He is happy and he doesn't remember anything. 
Thinks his name is Adonis and let's talk about *that* irony, `cause I 
used to call him that to flatter him. I talked to him last night 
some.  I got little flickers of remembrance from things I did."
 
"So no guards to protect him either?  That's bad.  Because anyone who 
can wipe out the memory on a one-hundred-and-twenty-four-year-old 
master vampire and make a willing slave out of him is smart enough to 
put guards on him to protect him from possible rescuers.  Unless he's 
bound to the premises.  Unless he *can't* leave.  In which case, we 
either need to discover the spell he used to bind him or the magic 
item he holds the binding in.   Or we can't rescue him.  Angel, we'd 
better go separately from you tonight.  If we get identified with 
you, our usefulness will be compromised."  Wes finishes.  
 
Angel nods, "No guards-- I snuck into his room, remember, and snuck 
back out, no guards.  I just had to watch Julian take his sick 
pleasure by making... by making... fuck, I am so killing him, soul be 
damned."
 
"Well then, we have our work cut out for us.  Lorne, use your 
contacts to get us any information you can on Titus or the club.  
Fred, I'll need some lockpicks and surveillance equipment-- the 
tinier and more concealable the better.  Gunn, see if there's 
anything that can be done from a legal angle.  And I'll start 
researching him through my magic contacts and also look into the sort 
of spells and items needed for the spells he did.  Angel, have I 
covered everything?" 
 
"No, you didn't say I couldn't kill the little perv."
 
"Angel, you can't kill the little perv.  You have to save him for 
Spike to kill."  Wes grins fiercely.  "There.  Assignments given.  
We'll meet back here around five pm, and trade info and then go get 
ready to leave.  We should arrive staggered, but Angel first, 
obviously.  Once he's in, I doubt they'll pay any attention to the 
rest of us." 
 
Lorne nods.  "A-ok, muffin." 
 
Gunn nods, seeming to come back form his world of computing all 
this. "You got it, English.  And Angel-- we'll fix it, man, all 
right?  The sicko will get his.  And I agree with English--let Spike 
do it. You'll get more enjoyment out of it."
 
Fred smiles and nods. "I'm gonna get equipment small enough to test 
while there."
 
"Ok, heading out now.  Coming, everyone?"  Wes heads for the door. 
 
Lorne gets up.  "Right behind you, muffin!" 
 
Angel calls back, "Wes?"
 
Wes stops.  "Yes, Angel?" 
 
Angel looks at Wes. "He comes back to us, and he will kill Julian, 
you know that, right? He's been violated-- soul or no-- and I won't 
stop him."
 
"I wouldn't expect you to.  I did shoot my own father for Fred's 
sake, you remember?  I'll help hold the sicko down."  
 
Angel smiles. "I like you, but I'm never turning you. You may be 
worse than me. And sorry about my wringing neck, new Watcher comment. 
I would never replace you, can't."
 
"No offense taken, Angel.  I didn't know something very important.  
Sorry for being so insensitive."  
 
Angel nods and looks back at the window. "I love him and he has to 
remember me.  He's my constant, Wes-- I need him back."
 
Wes nods.  "I think I understand that now.  We'll do it.  We always 
do."  And then he heads into the elevator.  
 
Angel holds the duster to his nose, sniffing the smell of Spike and 
smiling. He feels a bulge in the pocket and sits down. He opens the 
jacket and puts his hand in the inside pocket. He pulls out a tiny 
glasses box and he gasps. He opens the box and his eyes water. He 
takes out the glasses and lays on the bed staring at them, turning 
them in his hands.  "William...my beautiful William. I'm going to get 
you back then I'm not letting go. I'll break the damn walls down."  
Angel sits and caresses the glasses for a few minutes, then sets them 
back in the box, closes the box, and puts it back in the duster. 
Standing, he undresses and heads to shower.
 
Around 5pm, the gang all shows up back in the penthouse.  They see 
Angel dressed in leather pants and a white tank.  
 
Lorne whistles, "Angelus fashions?  You are definitely serious about 
this, mon ami."
 
Wes nods.  "Good camouflage, though.  We'll all need to adopt some 
sort of persona tonight other than corporate drone.  Except you, 
Lorne.  Your usual stunning fashions should do nicely." 
 
Angel nods. "Yeah, that, and Will always liked the leather pants.  
Didn't like the psycho wrapped up in them much--although couldn't 
resist him, either."
 
Gunn nods and shows his Ice-T t-shirt and his khakis. "I'm ghetto 
black boy who just wants to see some boobies..whoo yah."
 
Fred smacks Gunn but laughs. "Charles! Well, I just slipped on a nice 
short skirt and a cardigan with a camisole underneath. I'm going for 
innocent bi-girl sheik."
 
Angel smiles. "You all look fine."
 
"Well then, report.  I'll start with mine.  Julian Titus is a major 
player.  A mage of considerable prowess.  Also considered to be 
terribly mentally unstable.  Not exactly a winning combination.  A 
number of his 'star dancers' over the years are people who heretofore 
had never done anything remotely like that, though all are beautiful 
with exceptional grace.  It's quite likely his entire stable of 
strippers is there under force of spell, or at least many of them 
are.  What little progress I was able to make on the spells indicate 
they would be horrendously complex."  
 
Lorne pipes up next.  "Titus himself is a mystery on the 
entertainment front.  His club is tremendously successful, though by 
all accounts, Spike has at least tripled his profits.  His security 
on the club itself is relatively major league, but no details.  
Private security."  
 
Angel nods and looks at Gunn. "Security is tight but he doesn't guard 
the strippers, you're right. He coddles and spoils them. Adonis or 
Spike has been his newest pet project. He spends millions yearly on 
them. I know-- I have tax records.  Also, he is a big porn renter."
 
Fred makes an eww face and holds up three tiny devices. "Test, test, 
and test. See what kind of magic we're working with and how to maybe 
stop it."
 
Wes looks over at Fred, "You have the lockpicks I asked for?"  
 
Fred takes out a tiny packet out of her back pocket and wiggles 
it. "Tiny lockpicks as requested Wesley Watcher Sir."
 
"Thank you, Winifred."  He slides then into a pocket.  "If I can 
manage to work out where his quarters are, I'll break in and see if I 
can locate his spellbooks."   
 
He turns to the others.  "So...staggered arrivals, about 30 minutes 
apart.  I'm going in at 6:30pm, Gunn you take 7pm, Fred, take 7:30pm, 
Lorne take 8pm.  Angel...I assume you'll be there and dash in as soon 
as they open?" 
 
Angel nods. "Yep, and as soon as I suffer through another set of 
Spike dancing, I'm heading back to him for round two in memory class."
 
"Ok then.  See everyone there.  Tonight, just keep your eyes and ears 
open, maybe try and befriend some staff."  Wes gets up and heads for 
the elevator.  Lorne gets up and follows behind him.  
 
Fred hugs Angel and heads out to with a waving Gunn. 
 
Angel slips on his coat, picks up Spike's duster, walks down, and 
gets in his Viper. He heads towards the club. He arrives a half hour 
later like last night and he parks and watches for a bit calculating 
ins and outs. He checks the time and gets out. Once again, he heads 
to the bouncers, opening his jacket.
 
The bouncers check him.  One of them asks, "Why two jackets?"
 
Angel shrugs. "I get cold...you know how that works."
 
"Just curious.  Go on in, you're clean.  *Love* the pants.  He won't 
notice, you know.  Never notices the audience." 
 
Angel nods and winks. "Worth a shot—plus, who knows, might seduce 
another little tasty morsel if he doesn't.  Thanks."  Angel walks in 
and slaps the twenty dollars in the window. 
 
Angel gets let in.  The club is still relatively empty.  He heads for 
the stage, and is met at his table by Narcissus carrying a 
tray.  "Same as last night, sir?  Or something else?"  
 
Angel nods. "Same, and a big fat tip if you cause a distraction later 
to let me slip in the back."
 
Narcissus bends over and whispers.  "Sir, let me give you a lap dance 
so I have an excuse to talk to you quietly."  
 
Angel nods and outstretches his hand. "Lead the way."
 
Narcissus drops a VIP marker on Angel's table, reserving it for him, 
and leads him off to the side, into a small private room.  "How big a 
tip?" He says, once the door is closed.  "This could cost me my job 
if I get found out, maybe more than that."

"Huge. Massive. Thousands—more, even. I can write you a big fat check 
even if need be. I'm Angel. I'm the C.E.O. of Wolfram and Hart. Call 
and ask them, they'll tell you. I need back there. I can even give 
you protection. Julian has something of mine and I need back there 
every night until I can get it back, understand?"
 
"Ok.  I can give you a quick and easy way back there, much more 
reliable than a distraction.  Need to ask a question first.  I'm 
assuming from the way you carry yourself and some other cues that 
you're a vamp, and a pretty powerful one.  Am I right?" 
 
Angel nods. "Pretty smart for a scantily clad demon.  Yes, Master 
Vampire, over two hundred forty years old, Scourge of all Europe.  Go 
me.  Why?"
 
"Thought so.  Because you'd need stealth and speed and an ability to 
see in the dark to do what I'm going to suggest.  Buy out my contract 
and give me a guaranteed job and I'll give you a failsafe way in and 
out of there every night.  Deal?" 
 
Angel extends his hand. "Deal. Later tonight a rugged tall black bald 
guy named Gunn will come in.  Serve him a drink, tell him I sent 
you.  He's my legal eagle. Tell him about your contract and he'll buy 
it out.  You'll have a job with me by morning or evening I can 
guarantee it."
 
"Good.  Being an indentured slave in a demon strip bar wasn't exactly 
what I planned to do with my life."  Narcissus reaches into his pants 
and comes out with a key.  "Every night, before and after Adonis' 
spotlight dance, the house and the stage are dark.  You can get on 
stage then and go wait by the stage door.  You can either follow 
Adonis off or hide in the curtains and scenery near the stage door 
and sneak out later.  Here's a key to the door.  Your table is 
perfect.  The door is about thirty feet straight back and twenty to 
the left."  
 
Angel takes the key and pulls Narcissus to him, kissing him hard and 
fast, then pulls back. "You're worth every damn penny I'm gonna spend 
on you. Thank you."
 
"No, thank you!" Narcissus is breathing a little hard. "We better 
spend a few more minutes in here, or it will be suspicious."  A few 
minutes later, the two of them emerge, Narcissus looking a little 
mussed, and Narcissus picks up the VIP marker from the table.  He 
takes payment for the bottle and the "private dance" from Angel, and 
moves on to his next customer.  Angel really enjoyed ruffling that 
boy's hair for three minutes--although he imagines Narcissus wanted 
more. He leans back and takes a sip of his whiskey, his arms flexing, 
and just waits-- key in hand.
 
Time crawls slowly, the same parade of "dancers" as last night but at 
least their acts were different, and then the announcer came out 
again and announced Adonis.  The lights went out again.  
 
Angel sprints towards the direction Narcissus pointed out and he 
silently hops on stage and in back opens the door with the key. He 
closes it behind him and makes his way to Spike's dressing room.  He 
opens the same door and goes in, taking off his jacket, laying 
Spike's on top of his and sitting on the chaise—waiting, leaning 
back, his body taut.  He was damn determined this time around. 
 
Adonis comes through the door, dressed only in the tiniest of flesh 
colored G-strings, carrying his stage clothing.  He stops, suddenly, 
his eyes wide.  He freezes in place.  "You again?"  He squeaks.  
 
Angel, outstretching his legs, lets them fall open slightly.  He 
smirks his trademark lay-down-and-give-me-your-first-born look, and 
his voice is liquid chocolate. "Yes, me again.  You look surprised-- 
are you?"
 
Even if Angel had not possessed vampire senses, Adonis' arousal in 
his current attire would have been evident from across the 
room.  "Yes....and No.  I had very bad dreams last night, and you 
were in them.  So much blood and death. And...other things."   
 
Angel raises a brow and swings on the chaise, laying on it completely 
now, stretching his arms above his head. "What kind of other things?"
 
"Things it is not proper for me to think about anyone but Master.  I 
belong to him." Adonis knows he should really look away but can't.   
 
Angel hmms that he heard and closes his eyes.  He props his booted 
feet on the other end of the chaise and raises his hips up, then 
down, as he does so. "So you dreamt about fucking me? Or the other 
way around?" And he smiles evilly when he says the next bit-- another 
shot of double meaning. "And believe you me, I totally agree you 
should only do them for YOUR MASTER."
 
"You have to leave.  It's not proper for you to be here."  Adonis' 
voice sounds terribly weak even to himself.  "I dreamt about you, 
inside me.  And my mouth on you.  Terrible, filthy things."  
 
Angel chuckles and sits up after a few more grinds into the chaise. 
He looks at Spike, his eyes glittering. He runs his hand through his 
hair, spiking it just so, and he stands slowly. "Me inside you? Me 
fucking you? You sucking my cock? And you're calling it filthy, are 
you? You sound like William all over again, Will."
 
"It is filthy.  I'm a god.  Only filthy animals have to touch each 
other, Master said.  Like the other dancers.  They used to be gods 
but they fell, became animals, unclean.  I shouldn't have taken your 
blood.  Shouldn't have touched you."  
 
Angel laughs and steps forward, lowering his voice and repeating a 
line directly from their past. "Will, you will have no God above me. 
I am your only God. I will always be your only God. Do you know who I 
am Will? What they call me?"
 
"I'm not Will.  I'm Adonis.  Go away.  I'll scream!"  He backs 
against the door, covering his face, trying to shut out the images.  
Maybe he had already fallen.  Maybe that is what the monster face 
meant.  Maybe he was already unclean and Master would throw him to 
the beasts.
  
Angel moves forward like he is stalking prey until he is an inch away 
from pressing Spike against the wall. His voice is like steel 
sex. "William-- fucking look at me. I swear if you scream I will rip 
out your tongue and wear it. I just want you to look at me."
 
Adonis lowers his arms, slowly.  "I'm Adonis, not William.  But I'm 
looking."  He is still rock-hard, his cock pressing against the 
confines of the tiny thong.  
 
Angel shakes his head. "Whatever but I'm not calling you that. I had 
to go through one name change and I hated that one, so forget it. Now 
who am I? What do they call me?"
 
"I-i-i-i-n my dreams, they called you Angelus."  Adonis is quivering 
both with fear and arousal now.  He can't scream, and Master won't 
even be here tonight.  He has business.  He has already visited him 
today.
  
Angel nods and moves a tiny bit forward.  If they had to breathe they 
couldn't. "And what was I to you?"
 
"I don't know.  Everything was so jumpy...bits and pieces.  It was a 
dream, it wasn't real.  Part of your spell on me.  I know you kept 
pawing me, making me do filthy things."  
 
Angel slams his fists into the wall on each side of Spike's head, his 
voice low. "William, I'm not feeling you trying! See, what you're 
failing to comprehend is I came mentally prepared. I will get what I 
want. I always have and one memory wipe is not gonna stop me. So open 
your damn eyes and tell me what the fuck I was to you, Will. And I 
swear, on my very teetering soul, if you call what we did filthy 
again I will show you what filthy means."
 
Adonis' eyes fly open again.  "You were m-m-m-my Master."  
 
"Very good.  And what was your name?"
 
"But it's not real!"  He whines, cringing back hard against the 
door.  
 
Angel growls and pushes against Spike now, rubbing his cock against 
Spike's rock hard one. He grabs Spike's wrists and pins them above 
his head. He moves his lips close in and whispers. "There-- feels 
real enough, like your dreams, right? Now tell me who you fucking 
were and don't scream-- I really don't recommend it."
 
"Bleedin' William."  The voice comes, Cockney back.  But then the 
accent slips to the upper class accent.  "I was William."
 
Angel nods, pleased to hear the Cockney. He pushes a bit closer and 
rocks his hips against Spike's. "Good boy, very good."
 
Adonis struggles against the stranger.  He has to stop this.  He 
struggles and kicks and brings all his strength to bear against him, 
trying to get free. 
 
Angel leans forward and pins Spike enough so that he can't move.  He 
starts to hum an Irish lullaby softly, his voice carrying a slight 
brogue. "Shh now Will, don't fight me. You just have to calm down and 
let me help you remember do you understand. I'm gonna tell you about 
yourself...and then you're gonna remember. I won't accept anything 
less than your remembering-- you were never supposed to forget me. I 
won't accept this, you can never forget me."
 
Adonis' eyes flash defiance as he is pinned and the Cockney accent 
comes again.  "Fuck off, wanker!"  But the lullaby soothes him and he 
calms, a little, and then the upper class accent is back.  "You have 
to let me go.  You're talking about someone else, not me.  I'll 
scream!"  
 
Angel tilts his head and puts both of Spike's wrists in one hand, in 
order to bring down his other. He lifts a single finger and presses 
it softly against Spike's mouth. "Don't scream and don't argue with 
me. Look in my eyes-- do it!  So I know you're paying full attention."
 
Adonis wriggles a bit but cannot budge his arms, even held with only 
one hand.  He pants hard and looks into the very brown eyes of 
Angelus.  
 
Angel nods, pleased, calm at first. "I'm Liam Frances O'Donnell, also 
knows as Angelus the Scourge of Europe, also known as Angel after I 
got my soul. That's me now for you." Then Angel grips Spike's wrists 
hard and lowers his voice to a deep and intense level. "This is not 
your life. That man is not your Master. Your are not named after a 
Roman god. You are mine, I am your Master and your name is William 
Matthew Foster... A.K.A. William the Bloody...A.K.A. Spike. You 
smoke, you drink and god save my soul for saying this. You do not 
have an upper class accent anymore. You adopted Cockney so long ago I 
forget your real one unless we play. You wear glasses to read and 
each time you do you make me so fucking hard I wish my heart would 
beat so I could die again. I want my beautiful boy back and you're 
gonna damn well give him to me UNDERSTAND?" 
 
 
"I'm not your beautiful boy!"  Adonis snaps in Cockney.  Then he 
pulls up his legs, dropping his whole weight trying to free his arms 
as he twists and wriggles.  "Not yours!"  He says, upper class accent 
back.  
 
Angel closes his eyes, his grip not compromised, since he is using 
his full strength to keep Spike fully at his mercy. He calms enough 
to keep going and then he opens his eyes. He looks at Spike, pushes 
back off him, and pulls Spike with him until they are turned to go to 
the bedroom. He leans down to Spike's ear and whispers, "We'll see 
about that. Now to the bedroom we go...remembrance round two, Will."
 
Adonis is desperate now, fighting every step of the way to the 
bedroom.  Angel brings him inside the room, noting with satisfaction 
the soundproofing, shutting the door behind him.  Adonis realizes he 
is essentially completely at the mercy of the monster behind him but 
he cannot stop fighting.  Maybe he can break free for a second and 
push past him and out.  Without thinking he breaks into gameface and 
struggles with every ounce of his strength to break free.    
 
Angel pulls Spike back against him, one arm around his chest, the 
other tilting his head, placing tiny kisses on Spike's throat.  His 
voice is warm for the moment. "Shush Will, you're not getting out and 
you're not escaping. Give up—`cause the more you fight, the harder I 
make it. I came prepared, I told you. I will do anything it takes, 
you just don't realize how dangerous that statement is. So don't make 
me make you remember just what I mean."
 
" I 'ate you," Adonis says in Cockney, but he slumps, letting the 
fight go out of him.  Maybe if he plays along he can escape 
later.  "You are a terrible, horrid man," he says calmly in the upper 
class accent.  "But no one can hear me, so I suppose I must comply 
with your insane requests."  
 
Angel strokes Spike's hair and nods. "I know you hate me and I am 
aware how horrible and terrible I am. But my requests are not insane. 
I am simply fed up. I'm a possessive and greedy man. The most 
precious treasure I ever owned has been taken from me. And I want him 
back.  So play nice, do everything I say, and we'll be fine, all 
right?"
 
"Yes.  I understand.  Do everything you say."  Adonis is hard now, 
even harder than before.  He has some vague notions from his dreams 
what this creature intends to do to him in here, and if it feels like 
it did in his dreams it will be intensely pleasurable, as filthy as 
it might be. 
 
Angel nods, releases Spike, and pushes him gently a few steps 
forward  "That outfit-- it's the first to go, take it off."
 
Adonis undoes the thong with a practiced flip of his thumb and 
forefinger.  His cock springs erect and unfettered as the tiny scrap 
of material is tossed aside.  He looks back up at Angel, his eyes 
lustful.  
 
Angel nods, keeping himself together so he doesn't attack Spike now-- 
the sight is almost too much. He has to force himself to remain calm 
enough to help Spike remember. "We're gonna play Spike remembers 
Angel now, ok?"
 
"Awright."  Adonis says in Cockney.  "Whatever game you desire."  He 
says, upper class accent again.  
 
Angel nods and points to the bed. "Lay down on the bed."
 
Adonis moves over to the bower of silk and satin cushions over a silk-
covered featherbed.  The latticework is wound with sprays of dried 
flowers and fragrant spices.   He drapes himself out on it.  He looks 
back at Angel and waits for him to do what he is going to do. 
 
Angel slides the tank over his head, then reaches down to his leather 
pants.  He first unbuckles the belt, sliding it through the leather 
slowly until it's out of his pants. He sets it around his neck, then 
unbuttons his pants and slowly slides them down.  Adonis becomes 
harder.  He is intensely aroused by Angel's naked body.  He whimpers 
in the back of his throat.  
 
Angel smiles softly. "Guess memory or not, can't stop that reaction, 
then, I take it? You like how I look?"
 
"I shouldn't, but I do."  It was useless to lie when his reaction so 
evidently gave him away.  "You're like some incredible classic 
sculpture.  Perhaps you weren't lying when you said you were a god."  
 
Angel moves forward, not keeping his eyes off Spike's eyes. "No, I'm 
a man to others-- just a man. To you, to you though I've always been 
a god.  I liked it that way. I was a sculpture to Will, too."
 
"Why can't I look away from you?"  Adonis asks.  "I can't seem to 
make myself."  
 
Angel crawls onto the bed, one knee at a time, until he is a few 
inches away from Spike's body, still looking right at him. "Not meant 
to, can't even if you try. It's been that way since forever, since I 
first saw you, and the same for you."
 
A ghost of recognition flits across Adonis' eyes.  "Lost since I 
first saw you."  Then he shakes himself.  "It's a spell.  It can't be 
anything else." 
 
"That's right. Will—lost.  And there's a spell, but not from me. Lean 
your head forward," Angel says as he takes the belt from around his 
neck. 
 
Adonis shivers but he does as he is bid.  
 
Angel puts the belt around Spike's neck, and then threads it through 
the buckle until it tightens against Spike's neck. Angel looks up and 
smirks at Spike. "I call this insurance and remembrance.  You comfy?"
 
"Like you care, poof," Adonis says back in Cockney.  
 
Angel yanks on the belt enough to cock Spike's head to the side. "I 
do, Will.   Now is it comfy?"
 
"Like 'ell you do."  Adonis says in Cockney, but then continues in 
the upper class accent, trying to soothe Angel. "Comfortable enough.  
I have worn collars.  The feel is similar, and not uncomfortable."  
 
"All right, then.  So you're going to be good for me now, right? I 
don't want to have to use this--much. But I will and I can. Remember, 
I can run faster, I can hit harder-- I will get what I want. So you 
cooperate and we'll be fine."
 
" 'eard that before."  Adonis replies in Cockney. 
 
Angel smiles slyly and pulls hard enough to cut off Spike's ability 
to talk.  "Of course you have, and it's never been less true anytime 
I said it. Now nod if you understand what I'm asking of you, patience 
wearing very thin."
 
Adonis nods.  Fortunately he was a god and did not have to breathe, 
so the tightening of the belt causes less panic than it might.  But 
he is still quite fearful.  It does not seem to have affected his 
excitement, though.  If anything, he grows harder.  
 
"Good, then.  We have an understanding that pleases me. Turn onto 
your stomach now for me.  Get comfortable."
 
Adonis turns over.   He shivers again.  This position is all too 
familiar from the dreams.  He unconsciously raises his ass as he 
settles on his stomach.  
 
Angel groans and lets the belt loosen enough again for Spike to 
talk.  He reaches out and strokes Spike's lower back. "Good boy, so 
good. Spread your legs a little for me."
 
Adonis whimpers again and spreads his legs.  His ass raises higher. 
 
Angel kneads Spike's lower back and whispers. "You're gonna talk for 
me Will, so you better drum up some memories for me. Do you remember 
that?"
 
"No.  I can't remember anything.  There's just bits and pieces, from 
dreams.   That's all I have."  Adonis' voice is desperate.  
 
Angel pulls the belt again, Spike's neck pulling back, and his voice 
lowers.  "Then try harder, William. Close your eyes and concentrate.  
When we were like this, what did I call you?"
 
A little fragment snaps into view in his mind.  "Your Wh-wh-whore?"  
He says, tentatively.  
 
Angel moans softly, and he loosens the belt again some. "Very good, 
boy. My whore, mine to use and take pleasure in. How do I make you 
feel?"
 
"Excited.  Hard."  He wants to say 'dirty' but thinks that will get 
the belt tightened.  " 'elpless." He says in Cockney.  "Well and 
bloody 'elpless."  
 
Angel nods and moves closer until he leans up against Spike's 
back. "Good.  What do you think I'm gonna do Will?  Take a guess."
 
"Back there... like that... in my dreams you 
would...put ..yourself... inside... me."  Adonis shivers harder, with 
both excitement and fear in equal measure.  It can't be long now.  
 
"And did you hate it in your dreams?" Angel says as he brings his 
free hand that's not wrapped around the belt to tease between the 
crevice of Spike's ass cheeks. 
 
"Fuck no," Adonis snarls in Cockney.  "What are you, nutters?" 
 
Angel laughs and keeps up his teasing. "No not nutters. Did you love 
me in your dreams?"
 
Adonis replies. "I think so.  I said so.  I remember.  I remember me 
saying, `I love you, Sire,' and you said something else equally 
strange back to me.  You said, `I love you, my...my...' I can't 
remember...it's just right there...what did you call me?"  
 
Angel brings back his finger to lick it and he pushes it into Spike's 
hole and he whispers, "My beautiful boy."
 
"Bloody 'ell!"  Adonis cries out in Cockney.   Then back again.  "How 
did you know what was in my dream?  And why does it move me so, 
hearing you say it?"  
 
Angel pulls out one finger and licks two, inserting them, angling up 
and twisting, stretching. "You haven't heard them for awhile-- I 
think that may be a big reason why."
 
"Because you 'ate me, that's why, you ponce!" Adonis snarls.  
 
Angel pulls back on the belt, so tight Spike's neck is pulled taut 
far back enough that Angel can simply press his lips to Spike's 
ear. "I never hated you-- I just didn't know how to get past the 
damage we did, the wall we built. But I never hated you, William."
 
This seems so damn familiar.  Adonis is fairly trembling with need 
now.  
 
"Does this feel good? Do you like it?"
 
Adonis nods, as much as he can manage with his neck constricted and 
held back as it is.  
 
"Do you remember it?"
 
Adonis nods again.  He cannot deny it.  It seems his whole body 
remember this, is eager for it.  
 
Angel nods and removes his fingers now, laying himself carefully over 
Spike's back and lining up his cock with Spike's hole. "Do you want 
it?" Angel loosens the belt enough to let Spike speak. 
 
Adonis gasps in some air.  "Yes, please.  I want it.  I want it so 
much." 

Angel presses his head into the back of Spike's neck and kisses the 
nape as he slowly and gently pushes inside him, whispering, "That's 
what I like to hear."
 
There is some pain mixed in with the pleasure.  If Adonis had done 
this before, it had been long enough for his body to tighten up 
again.  How he  knows this, he isn't sure.  He moans and whimpers and 
pushes back against the invading cock.  
 
"Oh, god--good boy, push back against me, little one. Remember, 
remember who you are."
 
Adonis moans.  It all feels so familiar, sounds so familiar.  He 
keeps pushing.  And then the world explodes.  Spike's neck pulls 
tight away from Angel, tightening the belt on his hand.  Angel once 
again hears the familiar Cockney accent.  "What the bloody 
buggerin' 'ell are you playin' at, Peaches?  You gone totally sack of 
hammers?"  
 
Angel smiles, triumphant, but pulls tighter so Spike can't 
speak. "Hello, my sweet boy. I missed you. We have a lot to discuss, 
but right now I have walls to break and you're gonna let me, 
understand? Just nod if you do, little one."
 
*Great.  Angelus has me.  Might as bloody well cooperate.*  Spike 
nods his head.  
 
Angel pulls tighter and moves his hips forward, jutting over Spike's 
prostate. "Quit thinking I'm the crazy or I'll rattle your brain 
cavity-- got it?"
 
Spike would've gasped if he could get any air, but his cock leaps and 
he nods again.  
 
Angel nods and moves slower again. "I want to let you talk, but if I 
do, do you promise to be good and don't say the first stupid thing 
that comes to mind?  I've had English politeness for two days, and 
frankly I don't want to be called a poof with my cock all the way up 
your ass, `cause that kinda defeats the purpose all right? So will 
you be good?"
 
Spike considers for a moment.  Actually, such a thing is *exactly* 
what he had meant to say, but if he didn't agree, and mean it, he 
wouldn't get to say anything anyway.  So he nods his agreement.  
 
"Ok." Angel loosens the belt, but doesn't take it off. "Talk to me." 
He keeps up his steady and gentle rocking of his hips. 
 
"Last thing I remember was getting very very drunk after we beat the 
fuck out of each other.  Has to be later than that 'cause I don't 
hurt."  Spike moans, long and low.  "In fact, that feels really good, 
Peaches."  He thrusts back a bit.  
 
"It's supposed to feel good. It was supposed to let you remember."
 
"Remember what?  I'd have to be pretty far gone not to remember 
*this*.  Even if it has been sixty years since you and not 'the 
crazy' has done it."  
 
Angel sighs, holds onto the belt, and begins to tell Spike what he 
needs to know. "A man named Julian Titus-- he kidnapped you and 
brought you here. You're stuck here until we can find a way to break 
the spell that binds you. I needed to try to break you out of it just 
by pushing our memories on you. Julian made you believe he was your 
Master. He told you that you were a God, untainted, his. He made 
you.." Angel closes his eyes to block the memory, then loosens the 
belt when he realizes he is hurting Spike.  "He made you touch 
yourself, dance for him, finger yourself for him while he jacked off. 
He named you fucking Adonis."
 
"That's rich.  You don't have to make up a story to fuck me in the 
ass, Peaches.  You can just admit it."  Spike chuckles.  Then he 
starts to jerk and spasm, and he breaks out into gameface.  He 
snarls.  
 
Angel shushes Spike and holds tight to the belt. "Shhh, it's ok I got 
you. It's ok."
 
Spike jerks around for a moment or two longer.  Only the severe angle 
and tight hold keeps him from breaking free.  He is pushing back and 
forth on Angel's cock as he jerks, and he cums despite everything, 
his body responding to Angel instinctively as his mind works to 
reassert itself.  He shudders and shakes and spasms and finally is 
still.  
 

PART 3
 
Angel keeps his voice soft and begins to slow. "Will, it's not your 
fault."
 
"I remember everything now.  I know what you did here... tonight... 
yesterday.   What you said.  If it was just to bring me back I'll 
understand."  Spike's voice is raw. 
 
Angel lifts Spike up with the belt and taps his back.  "Turn around 
on me."
 
Spike turns around slowly and carefully, not letting Angel slip out 
of him, until he faces Angel.  He looks into his eyes.  "Yes?"  
 
Angel strokes Spike's cheekbones and starts to move his hips again 
slowly. "If it was to just get you back I would've been gone by now--
out of you and out of this room.  You know this."
 
"I don't know.  You could just be feelin' guilty and everything.  Or 
a little trip down memory lane.  Like on the sub.  Doesn't have to 
mean anything's changed."  
 
Angel pulls the belt slightly. "Don't, don't do that. I've been 
through hell and worse to get you back. You have no idea the work or 
the lengths I've gone to. You stripped in front of a crowd-- a very 
large crowd, every night.  I had to watch you yesterday. I had to 
watch it. But that was nothing compared to having to watch Julian 
with you. I want to kill him, Will-- first man in a hundred plus 
years I have wanted to murder in cold blood myself."
 
"Oh, he won't get to live long.  Next time the tosspot comes in that 
door I'll murder him myself."  Anger, murderous anger, flashes across 
Spike's features.  But then it goes away.  "You really want me 
back?"  
 
Angel trails his fingers to Spike's neck, kneading in then back 
out. "You really want me back?"
 
"Only every day.  Why the bloody `ell do you think I stayed in this 
town?"  
 
Angel shrugs. "Thought you wanted to drive me to stake myself through 
annoyance."
 
Spike strokes Angel's face.  "No.  Wanted you back.  Tried to leave, 
thought I could go back to Buffy and forget again.  But I couldn't.  
Couldn't lose you again, damnit." 
 
Angel leans up and whispers against Spike's lips. "I'm right here 
Will. I'm not going anywhere."
 
"If I'd known getting kidnapped would have done the job, I'd bloody 
well have paid him to do it."  Spike kisses him fiercely. 
 
Angel laughs in the kiss, but tangles his tongue with Spike's. Then 
after a few minutes of hard and passionate kissing, Angel pulls the 
belt and Spike's neck taut back. "Why didn't you just tell me instead 
of beating me up or arguing?"
 
"Did before."  He croaks out.  "On the sub.  You sent me away."  
 
"I know that and I'm sorry for doing that-- but that was a long time 
ago. We've both grown, William. But it doesn't really matter.  I just 
wanted to ask." Angel pulls a bit tighter until Spike's back is bent 
a tiny bit more. "Oh, that's pretty, Will.  Can you move your hips 
for me?"
 
Spike starts to grind his hips.  So damn familiar.  He had wanted 
this so fucking much.  He was hard as stone, all pretty and displayed 
for his Sire.  
 
Angel licks his lips and juts back into Spike hard, then back again, 
repeating this over and over, his hold on the belt fractionally 
loosening. 
 
"Yesssssssssssss....."  Spike hisses when he can get a little air out 
again.  He keeps grinding his hips, in sheer bliss.  
 
Angel pushes Spike's legs back, his body now bent more, and he starts 
to make fast and shallow thrusts. "Yes what?"
 
"Yes everything."  He gasps.  "Yes, bend me, command me, fuck me, use 
me. Want it, need it."  
 
Angel hums and bends up slightly, tucking his legs under his ass so 
he can slam harder and deeper. "Do I now?"
 
Spike sucks in air and tries to speak again. "*I* want it.  *I* need 
it."  He whimpers and moans with what air he has left.  
 
"You're getting it, everything, anything. Do you want me to let go of 
the belt?"
 
Spike shakes his head and keeps riding up and down.  He rests his 
arms behind him so he can get a little more leverage to pump back 
against Angel. 
 
Angel moans and pulls tighter now, Spike fully taut, and Angel snarls 
and growls at the sight. He lets go, not pulling any stops, full-on 
hammering and pounding, all animalistic passion and want released 
after so long without. 
 
Spike surrenders completely and lets himself be taken, pushing back 
as much as he can but there is little he can do-- so tightly pulled 
one way and hammered the other.  Only the blissful expression on his 
face and the thrumming purring in his chest give true expression to 
his pleasure.  That and the hard-as-nails cock rubbing between their 
stomachs.  
 
Angel, on the precipice, says in a deep rumble, between jarring pumps 
to Spike's prostate. "Cum....right...now....William..Cum...for...me." 
 
Too damn long since he's heard those words, and Spike still responds 
the same way.  He sails over the edge, cumming hard on their 
stomachs, body shuddering and trembling with the violence of his 
release.
  
Angel screams and shudders, cumming into Spike's cool and silky 
channel over and over, until he slumps and falls back into the bed. 
Spike is jerked forward, pulled by the belt still clutched in Angel's 
wrist, and lands on Angel's chest.  The belt loosens finally, and 
Spike can speak again.  "One 'ell of an 'ello, Angel."  
 
Angel chuckles softly. "Thanks.  I try to make a good entrance."
 
"So, any special reason you had to bring back my memory instead of 
just knocking me out and smuggling me out the door?"  
 
"You're bound here by magicks, we think. Can't remove you until the 
spell gets broken. I wasn't sure I would succeed in helping you here. 
I had to try. Every second you looked at me like you didn't know me 
ripped something inside me apart."
 
"Aww bloody fucking 'ell motherfucking shit damn cock sucking bitch!  
I'm not going to be able to kill him, am I?  Not til we get the spell 
broken.  I'm going to 'ave to pretend to still be under. Bollocks!" 
 
Angel presses his finger over Spike's lips, his face vulnerable. "You 
didn't know me. You looked at me and you didn't know me William." 
Angel sits up and runs his hands through his hair. "Yes, I'm sorry, I 
know you don't want to. I don't want you to but I can't change it 
right now. He isn't here."
 
Suddenly the rest of what Angel was saying snaps into Spike's head.  
He switches from anger back to concern.  He lifts his head and looks 
into Angel's eyes.  "Worse than seeing hate in my eyes, wasn't it?  
I'm sorry you had to go through that."  He strokes a finger over 
Angel's lips.  
 
Angel shakes his head. "Wasn't your fault. But it was gut-wrenchingly 
one of the worst things to ever go through. I don't want to ever do 
that again, Will. I would fight with you forever rather than have to 
look in your eyes and have you look at me like a stranger. It made me 
physically ill."
 
Fear goes through Spike's eyes.  "Hope you find that spell quick.  Or 
he'll do it to me again.  I'd better be a damn good actor til then."  
 
Angel nods and lays down, looking at Spike. "Yes, be a damn good 
actor. Have to do what he asks even if it makes you sick. Say what he 
tells you to say." Angel clenches his jaw.
 
Spike forces himself to relax, to reassure Angel.  "I'll pull it 
off.  Can't let you have worn leather pants for nothing."  
 
Angel laughs, despite his inner turmoil. "It was worth it. And I like 
the pair I wore. I imagine that's why I still have them."
 
"I can imagine the gang's face when you showed up in them.  Did they 
think Angelus had come out?" 
 
"Luckily for me, they knew it was coming.   I warned Wes I was 
willing to stoop to every level of remembrance necessary.  And I told 
him the leather pants were coming out."
 
"What reason did you give for it?  I mean, as far as they know, you 
hate me.  I annoy you, you barely tolerate me." 
 
"I put Wes through shit, though.  I told him our whole story in fast 
terms and didn't leave out anything for his delicate English 
sensibilities-- also swore a lot. I freaked out the crew though. They 
found me passed out in the new Viper.  I kind of passed out after I 
left you the first time-- the whole ill thing.   I just had to get 
myself together.  I've had a rough two days. You owe my crew many 
thanks. Gunn may be still out there getting hit on by a sexy and 
scantily-clad demon named Narcissus. So basically, short version 
answer-- everybody knows about us. "
 
"Oh. my.  I'm sure Wes took it well.  Probably hated the fact the 
Watchers didn't know, more than anything else.  And I will thank the 
crew, as soon as I get out. As for Narcissus-- nice guy.  Brought me 
my blood from time to time.  Actually tried to talk to me, didn't 
treat me like a toy, or a pet that needed to be fed.  Hope Gunn shows 
him a good time."  Spike chuckles. 
 
Angel reaches up and rubs Spike's tummy. "He took it pretty well. He 
barely flinched through my hissy fit or my threats. Threatened death 
upon him and he cracked a joke. Told him about Julian's soon-to-be-
death and he offered his services. Crew though—honestly, they wanted 
to be on board but thanks will make them feel good. And Narcissus is 
a good kid...all horny but good kid."
 
"Well, he *is* a Satyrna demon.  I take it he wanted a little 
taste?"  Spike smiles, but there is an irrational little stab of 
jealousy in his gut.    
 
Angel looks guilty. "Well he was fine, kinda my fault. I got excited 
when he helped me find a way back to your room without being snuck 
back. So I kissed him when he gave me the key. He wanted to give me 
more and we had to waste three minutes, so I ruffled his hair the 
whole time. He was pouty-faced. I think he had hoped for more."
 
Spike chuckles.  "That explains the smell."  Spike kisses him 
softly.  "Will you be able to handle my insane jealousy?"  
 
Angel cocks a eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"
 
"Yes."  Spike's nostrils flare and his eyes go a little bit 
amber.  "I am.  I'm a greedy spoiled brat, as you well know.  I want 
you all for mine."  
 
Angel smirks, ready to play.  He touches his lips and fakes a happy 
sigh. "He had the softest little lips...mmmm, mmm."
 
Spike presses in closer, kissing up Angel's neck.  "Am I going to 
have to thrash that little demon when I get out?"  
 
Angel smiles wider. "Tasted yummy like fresh apples....nummy treat.. 
nummy yummy."
 
"Fuck, Annnnnnngellll...."  He whimpers and moans, capturing Angel's 
mouth in a passionate plundering kiss, grinding hard against him.  
 
Angel's grin is maddening when he pulls back, and he sing-
songs. "Someone doesn't like it...when I touch other boys. This is 
very intriguing. So no threesome maybe, no touching of the sweet 
little vixen's bottom?"
 
"Bloody buggering 'ell Angel... you know I can't dictate shit.  I'm 
the childe, you're the Sire.  Please?  Please don't."  Spike whines 
and rubs up and down against him.  
 
Angel whispers, rubbing his flat palms down Spike's back. "Don't 
what?  Tell me-- don't what?'
 
"Don't want him.  Don't even tease about wanting him.  Or anyone 
else.  Just me.  I want you to want me alone....like I want you."  
Spike continues rubbing, sliding his hands around to the nape of 
Angel's neck, stroking and massaging.  
 
Angels eyes flash and he kisses Spike's cheekbones one by one, then 
his eyelids, voice still soft and loving. "I don't Will, I don't want 
anyone else, I don't need anyone else. I have never wanted anyone 
like I have wanted you. I would never touch anyone like I touch you. 
Show me what's yours, sweetling.  Show your Master what you want to 
possess, William."
 
Spike moans and mewls, moving forward and angling his hips so he can 
capture the tip of Angel's cock, and deftly lowers himself onto 
Angel, never moving his hands from Angel's neck, looking deep into 
Angel's eyes.  "Want this to be mine, only mine...like this."  He 
pumps up and down, harder and faster, grinding onto Angel.  
 
"Say it too, don't just show me say it William. Make me sure of what 
I can't give to anyone else."
 
"I want your cock, Angel.  Your cock..." Spike kisses Angel.  "Your 
mouth..." Spike places his hands over Angel's hands.  "Your hands..." 
And he moans and grinds hard against Angel.  "Want them only for me, 
only to touch me like this, kiss me like this, fuck me like this.  
Want you, fuck, need you."   
 
Angel smiles and tilts his hips up, going deeper in Spike. "Done.  
See how easy that was? Now you're the proud owner of my parts. What 
about my heart though?  No designs for it, dear William?"
 
Spike groans.  "I'm a moron as usual, forgot the most important 
part.  I want your heart for mine.  I want you for mine, want to 
claim you, mark you, brand you."  
 
Angel whispers. "Little secret to tell you.  You ready?"
 
Spike looks into his eyes, moves close against his lips.  "Yes, 
please...." 
 
"My heart...it's always been yours." Angel says, then kisses Spike 
softly.  He pulls back, looking into his eyes.
 
Spike's eyes mist up.  "Yes, oh yes, and mine has always been yours.  
Only ever yours."  
 
Angel strokes Spike's face. "Only ever mine. Yes, only ever mine."
 
"You saved me.  My Sire, my master, my god.  You saved me.  I belong 
to you."  Spike shivers, still moving up and down on Angel's cock, 
eyes still locked with Angel's. 
 
Angel moans and arches into Spike. "How did I save you Will?"
 
"So many times.  By loving me.  By awaking my desire.  By rescuing me 
from mediocrity and ridiculous fancy.  And today, from the clutches 
of a madman." Spike says. 
 
Angel nods and takes it as it is-- Spike appreciating him-- but he 
returns the sentiment, knowing he has as well been saved by this 
creature. "You've saved me too. Kept me so in check and balanced. You 
make me feel so important."
 
Spike slides up and down, pumping harder against Angel.  "You *are* 
important.  The most important person to me.  In all my years, no one 
has ever affected me more."  Spike hisses and ups his pace, coming 
closer to climax.  
 
Angel moans and sets his forehead against Spike's. "I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry for the way I've been, the way I've acted. The way I've treated 
you. I'm sorry for what I said when we fought. I didn't mean it Will."
 
Spike kisses him gently and softly, stroking his jaw.  "I know that 
now.  I'm sorry I was such a dozy idgit and didn't tell you how I 
felt.  I just didn't want to hear you reject me.  I'd rather fight 
with you forever than go away again."  
 
Angel nods. "I know, I know, sweet boy. There's just so many things I 
wish I could take back. I just want us to be like this and feel what 
we do and not feel guilty for anything."
 
Spike chuckles.  "My dear and wonderful Sire, you are the *king* of 
guilt.  But let's make a pact, to bloody well leave the guilt in the 
past and start fresh."  
 
Angel's eyes sparkle. "Need something to seal a pact.  What do you 
suggest?"
 
"We could so something we've never done before."  Spike's eyes 
twinkle evilly.  
 
Angel chuckles but listens. "Tell me."
 
Spike licks his lips.  "You familiar with the term '69' ?" 
 
Angel raises a brow and chuckles. "Ok, what/s worse-- that I may have 
a vague idea or I have no idea?"
 
Spike laughs.  "Ok, I'll drop the coy act.  It means we both give 
oral pleasure to each other at the same time.  Considering you've 
only ever done it to me once...it would be quite a new act for us to 
do it together."  His eyes gleam just a little amber.  
 
Angel considers and then he looks at Spike. "Who goes where?"
 
"Since I'm lighter and smaller, probably me on top. " Spike purrs.   
 
Angel pulls out of Spike to roll on his back and he waggles his 
finger. "Come on Will, let's try something new."
 
Spike moans and purrs and climbs over Angel's body, positioning his 
head so that he can reach Angel's cock, and his knees astride Angel's 
head so that Angel can reach his cock.  He begins to lick up and down 
Angel's cock like an ice cream cone. Angel moans and brings up his 
hands, stroking Spike's ass cheeks, scratching them lightly.  Then he 
brings up his head, tilts it, and starts to lick and kiss the head of 
Spike's cock.  Spike purr-growls.  He balances on one hand so that he 
can start gently stroking and fondling Angel's balls as he sucks the 
head of Angel's cock into his mouth.  Angel moans, growls, and opens 
his mouth to engulf the head of Spike's cock.  Sucking, he then moves 
further down, licking and twirling his tongue as much as he can.  
Spike groans and his thighs tense.  It is so overwhelming, the 
feeling of Angel's mouth on him.  He concentrates again on Angel's 
cock, licking around the head and then sucking down further, slowly 
taking in more and more of his huge cock.  Angel tilts his hips up a 
tiny bit, then back down, creating a gentle thrusting in Spike's 
throat while he relaxes his throat and takes the rest of Spike in. He 
then swallows hard then pulls back slowly then back down repeating. 
Spike lets Angel gently take his mouth, humming and vibrating and 
sucking hard, and swallowing on the upthrust.  He moans too as Angel 
works on his cock, working hard to maintain his focus through the 
pleasure.  Angel changes a bit to let his fangs descend and he 
scrapes them over Spike' cock when he bobs back down on his cock. 
Spike moans loud, and his fangs come out a bit as well.  His Sire is 
certainly inventive for someone new to the sport.  Of course, William 
never would have dared used fangs on Angelus' cock.  Angel moans and 
bucks a bit harder-- he continues to bob and pull back his fangs 
scraping, while he swallows any tiny bit of blood he can. He waits 
until Spike is bucking and jerking a clear sign he is losing control 
then he lunges to the base and changes fully to sink his teeth into 
the base of Spike's cock. Spike cums hard and loses control, sinking 
his teeth into Angel's massive cock as he spasms and jerks against 
his Sire.  Angel howls loudly, surprised, but not unhappily so, and 
he cums, his body jerking and a bomb of lights exploding behind his 
eyes. 
 
Spike sucks down Angel's cum mixed with blood, a powerful cocktail, 
so to speak, and savors the unique combination.   He slowly comes 
down and licks the wounds closed, easing his mouth off Angel's cock 
and laying, temporarily spent.  Angel pulls off of Spike's cock next, 
then he swallows and lifts his hand to touch his lips, a sated and 
happy smile spreading on his face. 
 
Spike chuckles.  "Quite a way to seal a pact, Sire."  He lifts and 
turns so that he can snuggle properly against Angel, licking on his 
throat.  "We have until dawn at least.  He is gone for an all-night 
ritual.  What do you want to do now?"  
 
Angel laughs and keeps tracing his mouth. "In my mind frame right 
now, I think what I would say would shock you."
 
Spike purrs.  "Shock me.  Go ahead."  
 
Angel looks at Spike and smiles softly. "I want you."
 
"And I want you too.  Not particularly bloody shocking, Angel.  Care 
to be more specific?" Spike grins.  
 
Angel holds out his hand.  "Give me your hand."
 
Spike puts his hand in Angel's and locks eyes with him.  "Now what?" 
 
Angel kneels up and brings Spike with him then he places himself in 
front of Spike.  He trails Spike's hands down his body, almost to his 
cock, prolonging and teasing-- then he moves it back to his ass and 
slides Spike's hand between his cheeks repeating his earlier 
sentiment. "I want you."
 
Spike's eyes glitter.  "On your stomach, then?"  He asks teasingly.  
 
Angel nods and lays on his stomach. "On my stomach then."
 
Spike kneels between Angel's legs and leans over, planting kisses 
down his spine, to the crease of his ass, and then finally licking in 
small circles around Angel's pucker.  He makes a point of his tongue 
and drives it through the ring of muscle into Angel's rear passage.  
 
Angel hisses in pleasure and his hips shoot up off the bed.  He grips 
the sheets and whispers, "Oh, Mother Mary, God in heaven."
 
Spike raises his head for a moment.  "It's that whole Catholic thing, 
isn't it?" And then he moves his mouth back, stabbing his tongue hard 
against Angel's prostate. 
 
Angel screams and bucks his rock hard cock into the bed. "Yesssss, 
fuck...anything you want. Just fuck..don't stop...Christ. Make me a 
sinner...I so want to sin right now."
 
Spike works his tongue hard and fast for a few minutes, moistening 
the passageway as much as he can, poking Angel's prostate again and 
again.  He pulls his mouth away, and moves his cock to brush against 
Angel's hole.  "Are you sure?"  He asks. 
 
Angel nods frantically, reaching back, trying to grab Spike to pull 
him into him. "Yes, yes William...fuck your Liam please just damn 
well fuck me. Please fuck me my lad. Be inside me. Give me bliss 
through *your* cock please."
 
Spike chuckles evilly and start to sink his cock slowly into Angel.  
He takes it inch by inch, enjoying the sensations, and wanting to 
tease Angel just a *bit* more.  Angel moans and pushes back. Spike 
groans at this and pushes harder til he is all the way in, and then 
begins to pump.  He slowly picks up pace and speed, making sure to 
angle so as to grind against Angel's prostate. Angel cries out and 
grips the sheets, flexing and unflexing his fingers. 
 
Spike purrs.  "Damn that's a good noise.  I see why you like it so.  
You usually make me talk more though."  Spike is moving much faster 
and deeper now, slamming his hips.  
 
Angel keens and whimpers. "Your voice, your voice boils my 
blood...makes my cock so hard."
 
"And you can make me cum on command for you.  And make me crawl to 
you with but a touch of the brogue."  Spike is jackhammering now, 
using his strength to best advantage as he rams Angel's ass, building 
towards climax. 
 
Angel feels himself so close to the edge.  He lets his voice fall 
into brogue.  "Cum, my Will, cum in me, cum for me."
 
"Ah DAMN YOU DEVIL!"  Spike screams as he cums hard into Angel's ass, 
continuing to pump as he rides his orgasm.  
 
Angel cums into the bed, screaming, "Fucking Christ Yessssssss." He 
slumps and pants, his grip still hard on the sheets.
 
Spike slumps down on Angel, his cock still buried in Angel.  "You are 
a wicked evil man with no shame."  Spike whispers.  
 
Angel moves his ass back and forth softly and moves his head to the 
side whispering, "Oh, I know."
 
Spike begins to harden again.  "Don't whisper to me like that if you 
don't mean it."  
 
Angel continues whispering. "Like what Will?"
 
Spike starts slamming again.  "Like that you wicked evil sexy-voiced 
man!"  
 
Angel moans and slides his legs up so Spike slides deeper. "Now why 
would 'ya believe I am doing any of this on purpose, Will? I wouldn't 
whisper to drive you on, now would I lad?"
 
"Yes...you...bloody...well...fucking...would!"  Spike shouts, 
punctuating each word with a thrust. 
 
Angel shivers and pushes back hard each thrust, whispering 
softer, "Fuck, yes William..god yes."
 
"I could fuck you all night...get hard, over and over...take your ass 
til you have trouble walking."  Spike says, growling, shifting into 
gameface and slamming even harder.
 
Angel moans and rips into the sheets-- his gameface appearing then 
smoothing away. "Oh, shit, oh god feels so good. You feel so good. I 
can't..I just can't tell you how much..ooooo fuck.."
 
Spike rams harder, his control slipping away, and he scrapes his 
teeth along the nape of Angel's neck.  "YES!  FUCK!  GOING TO RAM YOU 
SO HARD!" 
 
Angel pulls Spike closer to his neck, and Angel whispers. "That my 
lad is what I was going for, take me, show me, use me for once my 
beautiful boy. Take thy pleasure in me."
 
Spike screams wordlessly, a deep animal scream, as he pistons harder 
and harder.  He continues to scrape his teeth, pressing enough to 
raise droplets of blood that he licks up, and then starts again.  As 
he builds to climax, he bites down hard into the nape of Angel's neck 
and then cums while sucking on the dark rich sex-charged nectar of 
his Sire. Angel screams a soundless scream and cums into the bed once 
again. The stream seems never ending as he bucks and jerks. Spike 
collapses again on Angel.  He growl-purrs and licks the tattoo as he 
slowly comes back to himself.  It takes a long while before his 
gameface slips away. 
 
Angel calms and pats the bed beside him. "Hurry, lay beside me and 
cuddle before I do something else bad."
 
Spike regretfully stops licking and pulls himself out of Angel, 
groaning as he does so, and lies down beside Angel.  He snuggles in 
close.  "You constantly amaze me, mate.  Can't believe you got me to 
do that." 
 
Angel looks at Spike. "Got you to do what?"
 
"Lose control.  Talk to you like you were my bitch." Spike purrs. 
 
Angel smiles. "Felt good, got my undead blood pumping. Plus, we need 
this. Every once in a while I have to do this. Giving up control-- 
it's freeing. You liked it didn't you?"
 
"Oh, bloody hell yes!  Just never thought I'd ever do that.  I've 
been in the submissive role with you for so long."  
 
Angel smirks and moves Spike's head back, placing tiny kisses on his 
jugular, then pulls back, rubbing, to whisper, "Oh, don't worry—
you're still gonna be submissive Will. I can't survive without your 
moans and whimpers. I would be a bitter, cold hearted man without 
them."
 
Spike whimpers.  "No problem there.  You touch me just a little and I 
want to crawl to you."  
 
Angel smiles and lifts his hands, letting Spike's head come back down 
to see. Then he wiggles his fingers and moves his hands in 
circles. "Oh, I know it's these. The hands of God—that's what 
Drusilla said. I made her say I was her god so many times she 
honestly believed my hands were the hands of the Saviour."
 
"I do so adore your fucking hands.  But I have an attachment to every 
part of you.  You don't know how many nights I have touched myself, 
picturing you part by part.  I never make it all the way before I 
have to cum."  
 
Angel points to his toes. "Even them?"
 
"Even them.  Remember when you made me suck on them one time, because 
it was the only part of you I hadn't properly worshipped?" 
 
Angel laughs. "I am such a disturbed individual."
 
Spike snuggles in.  "I remember everything.  Every little time 
together, every move, every touch.  If I could draw, I'd draw you 
from memory.  I've written reams of wretched poetry about you over 
the years."  
 
Angel puts his arm around Spike. "I remember that, any new ones 
lately?"
 
Spike groans.  "Oh no, you're not actually going to make me recite my 
bloody awful poetry are you?" 
 
Angel kisses Spike's head and whispers. "Please William, tell me one."
 
Spike sighs.  "I see him standing in the light, it framing him in a 
halo of glowing beauty, as he was meant to be.  But he stands divided 
from me, as if the light were bands of fire that I dare not cross.  I 
long for the touch of his hands, one brush of his lips, one echo from 
our ancient unburied past."  
 
Angel smiles fondly. "Unburied, huh? Hope even then did you?"
 
"Always.  Hope never dies while the two of us exist."  Spike looks 
into his eyes, his gaze intense.  
 
Angel nods. "You're right, hope never dies. I liked it Will, I liked 
it a lot." He kisses him then soft and slow. Spike moans and tilts 
his head, pressing a little harder into the kiss.  His hands gently 
stroke Angel's neck.  Angel twirls his tongue around Spike's and 
pulls him closer. Spike whimpers.  He could stay in this kiss 
endlessly.  These were the sweetest moments, this gentle play between 
them.  Angel continues kissing Spike until lips were sore and 
swollen, until his lips were numb then he pulls back and starts to 
kiss eyelids, cheekbones, hair.  
 
Spike moans.  "I love it when you do this.  It's like you are staking 
out territory."  
 
Angel chuckles. "Damn, you figured me out." He looks into Spike's 
eyes and lets his flash and swirl. "I am, I am doing just that. 
Things I love, things I want to have forever."
 
"They are yours...forever if you want them."  Spike says.  "Anything 
else you want?" 
 
"Of course I want them. What are you loony? And I want everything 
else. Anything that has anything to do with you-- I want it, Will."
 
Spike grins.  "Just wanted to hear it."  He purrs and rubs himself 
against Angel.  
 
Angel whispers, groaning, "Don't do that, trying to be good."
 
Spike whines but stops rubbing.  "Do you just want to cuddle, then, 
til dawn?"  
 
Angel groans and starts rubbing Spike against him again, "I don't... 
knnnoooowwwwww. I want to cuddle. I want to make love to you, I want 
to fuck you."
 
Spike whimpers.  "We can just cuddle."  
 
Angel pulls one of Spike's legs up his body, to his hip, and he moves 
forward, jutting his cock against the crease in Spike's ass. "Do you 
want to just cuddle?"
 
"Noooooo...but you don't want to be bad.  You said."  Spike moans and 
whimpers.  
 
Angel smiles. "I'm a very, very bad liar." Then he pushes forward, 
entering Spike slowly and gently taking it ever so slowly. 
 
Spike mewls and pushes back gently, enjoying the feel of Angel's 
enormous cock penetrating him.  "Fuck it's a wonder I can walk after 
that monster finishes with me," he says, chuckling.  
 
Angel says innocently, "What Monster?"
 
Spike reaches behind and arches back til he can put a finger on part 
of Angel's cock that it still exposed.  "*That* monster.  The one-
eyed trouser anaconda you possess." 
 
Angel laughs and thrusts forward gently. "It's not so bad is it? I 
mean it likes you, it really, really likes you."
 
Spike moans.  "I can tell.  It's a *very* friendly monster."  
 
Angel kisses the back of Spike's neck at the nape and spreads his 
asscheeks with his hands, whispering into his neck. "Of course it is, 
this is its very, very favorite place to be. The Monster loves the 
tight, wet, cool, haven. It belongs to no one else. It's the 
Monster's home."
 
Spike shivers.  "Damn you make that sound sexy.  Or it could just be 
the Monster talking."  
 
Angel changes into gameface and scrapes his teeth down Spike's 
neck. "I am the Monster, sweet lad."
 
Spike hisses in pleasure.  "Why yes, Sire, yes you bloody well are."  
 
Angel laughs, low and sultry, and sinks his fangs into Spike's neck.  
Then he grabs his cock and starts to slam and pull on his cock. Spike 
cums as the fangs sink into him but he hardens again almost 
immediately and start climbing towards a second climax.  
 
Angel keeps pulling on Spike's blood but releases his hand off 
Spike's cock to shove his wrist towards Spike's mouth. He holds off 
his orgasm as much as he can now. He wants them to feed from each 
other-- it's a glorious experience. Spike sinks his teeth into 
Angel's wrist, sucking deep on the blood, the taste making him surge 
harder.  Angel groans and pumps as hard and fast as he can.  They 
keep renewing their blood back and forth, circulating almost like one 
being. Spike is shivering deeply inside in profound wonder and 
bliss.  It has been so long since they have done this.  It is true 
togetherness and joining.  They continue with this for almost a hour 
until Angel starts to frantically lose his pace-- the sensations too 
damn good-- and he pulls his fangs from Spike's neck and 
screams, "Cum, my beautiful boy, cum for me." Spike lets go and cums, 
fountaining, his release building sooooo long, and his muscles clamp 
down on Angel's cock.  
 
Angel cums moaning desperately. "Yesssssssssssssssss.....I love you, 
I love you...I love you...I love you so much."
 
Spike cries out.  "Oh, to hear that from you!  I love you!"  Tears 
begin streaming down his face as he smiles beatifically.  
 
Angel pulls Spike close, slipping from him, and he whispers 
tiredly. "I mean it, I mean it. I love you Will."
 
Spike lays there for a long while, just smiling and purring.  Then he 
stirs, setting his alarm clock.  "Now we can sleep for a few hours if 
you want.  That'll wake us up before dawn so you can slip out."  
 
Angel pulls Spike close and nods. "Yeah, I don't want to leave you 
with him though. I don't William—god, I don't."
 
Spike groans.  "I'm not looking forward to it myself.  But it has to 
be done.  Please get me out as soon as you can.  One slip and he'll 
wipe me again, and be more thorough about it this time." 
 
Angel pulls Spike tight to him. "I will, fuck I will. I can't do that 
again I can't. Sleep, just sleep-- I promise I will get you out."
 
Spike snuggles and nestles, feeling temporarily safe in Angel's arms, 
drifting slowly off to sleep. Angel just holds Spike, watching the 
minutes and the seconds pass by. He swears he will get Spike out. He 
can't lose him again. If he does then he will go, he won't lose him 
again. The hours pass until Angel slips from Spike's embrace to sit 
up and he begins to dress. When he is dressed he grabs the duster and 
leans over Spike. "Wake up, baby boy. Daddy has to go save you now."
 
Spike wakes up, blinking sleepily.  He rises up and plasters himself 
against Angel, kissing him fiercely.  Angel hunches down and kisses 
Spike back with as much force.  He touches every part of Spike's body 
he can reach. When he pulls back, he is crying, and he whispers over 
and over, "You're mine, you're mine, I love, I love you and you're 
mine. You'll never be anyone else's, William. I'm gonna get you out, 
I will, I will."
 
"I know.  You're my Sire and my love and you will come for me.  I 
know it."  Spike is crying too.  "Now you have to go.  He can't catch 
you here."  Spike feels as if his heart is being torn out of his 
chest but he has to make Angel go now.  
 
Angel presses his forehead against Spike's, hard, and he keens, but 
stands up and holds the duster to his chest. "Soon, I promise."  
Angel takes one last look and he walks out and away from Spike 
towards saving him. 
 

PART 4 

Spike gets up and starts cleaning.  He has to make sure no trace of 
Angel's visit remains.  Fortunately a neat freak like Titus made sure 
the room was supplied with lots of cleaners.  Then he showers, 
scrubbing thoroughly.  He has to be ready to play Julian's clean and 
proper little Adonis.  Damnit.  
 
Angel shows up at the office not too long after he leaves the club, 
and he walks in, throwing the duster on his desk. Wesley and the 
others are already there. He looks at them all. "What do you all 
have?"
 
Wesley nods.  "Well, I was able to break into his office and read 
through his spellbooks and journals.  The binding spell is anchored 
in an object.  That's the good news.  The bad news is that he wears 
it.  And he can use it to cause blinding, crippling pain to anyone 
bound to it.  The pain can kill in a matter of moments.  So the trick 
is to get the object without getting Spike killed."  
 
Lorne shrugs.  "I made some contacts.  I can get us into the club 
early if needed on a business pretense." 
 
Gunn shivers. "And I-- and thanks ever so, man-- had to buy out your 
little pal Narcissus. He now works as my Assistant. That's all taken 
of for you."
 
Fred shakes her head sadly. "The magic testers wouldn't work, Angel, 
the protection was too strong."
 
Angel curses and throws his pencil container against the wall. "Damn 
it, so we now know how. But how the HELL are we gonna get near that 
object without killing Spike?"
 
Gunn steps forward and coughs. "I have a suggestion."
 
Angel looks at Gunn. "What?  Tell me."
 
Gunn looks at Wesley. "He likes pretty boys right?"
 
Wesley nods.  "Yes, he does.  Why?"  
 
Gunn smiles at Wes.  " `Cause we have one."
 
Angel looks at Gunn looking at Wes and he grins from ear to ear. He 
runs over to Gunn and hugs him, nearly crushing.  Then he walks to 
Wes and takes off the glasses, ruffles his hair, and starts to 
unbutton his shirt, making him look more edible. 
 
Wesley looks shocked.  "You...you most certainly don't mean me?" 
 
Angel smiles, grabs a glass of water, and sprinkles some into Wes' 
hair, ruffling again, spiking it this way and that. 
 
Gunn grins from ear to ear now. "Oh, yes Wesley-- you are the token 
office pretty boy. Welcome to undercover."
 
"No.  No.  No.  I can't believe you want me to... No.  *Not* going 
undercover in a demon strip club."  Wesley shakes his head firmly, 
his expression panicked.  
 
Angel grabs Wes' face and looks at him intensely. "I love him, I love 
him so much. And that fuck, that fucker makes him do sick things. He 
makes him stay there. He made him forget me. Imagine that Wesley. 
Imagine it for one second someone you loved. Please, please I'm 
begging you. Please!!"
 
Wes flinches a bit at Angel's verbal onslaught, and then he sighs 
heavily.  "Very well.  I'll do it.  I'd better go do some shopping."  
 
Angel smiles and hugs Wes.  He pushes him towards the door and smacks 
his ass. "Be quick I promised as soon as I could. Lorne, use the 
contacts get us in the club early. Tell Titus we have someone we 
would like to show him. Fred, do you think you could make Wes 
something to offset Titus' objects power so Wes can just pretend?"
 
Fred nods and heads for the door. "Working on it and fast, Angel.  I 
promise I will get it done."
 
Wes nods.  "I'll be back quick.  Just need to go to a little leather 
shop I know of." 
 
Lorne pulls out his cell phone and walks into another room, placing a 
call as he goes.
 
Angel nods and turns to Gunn. "You're my main-guy decoy. I can't 
bring Wes in-- Titus will instantly be on the defensive so that means 
you are Mr. Pryce's pimp for this evening."
 
Gunn rocks back on his heels, grinning. "You're asking a black man to 
be a Pimp?  Angel, that's cold that you think I'm not a pimp 24/7.  I 
got this."
 
Angel smiles. "Good, I want my boy here and I want to kill that 
bastard, Gunn."
 
Gunn nods. "I know man, I swear we'll get him. What are you gonna do?"
 
"I plan to wear a hoodie and act as muscle-- slip in the back as soon 
as I get my chance when you guys walks by to the doors to Titus's 
office. I'll be two steps behind you guys all the way."
 
Gunn nods and heads out. "All right.  Angel, I need to change.  See 
you real soon."
 
About two hours later they arrive at the club.  Wes is breathtaking 
in skintight glove-leather pants and shirt and wicked boots.  
 
Angel takes a unneeded breath and whistles. "Jesus, Wesley...never 
ever walk into a gay bar. Ok, everyone, are you ready?"
 
Wesley nods and sucks in a breath.  "As ready as I will ever be to 
play a whore and stripper."  
 
Gunn claps Wes on the back. "English, it won't be so bad.  I'm your 
Pimp Daddy.  I got you."
 
Fred giggles and walks ahead. 
 
Angel puts the hoodie hood up and laughs softly. 
 
Lorne comes up to the front door and knocks.  A bouncer looks through 
a small opening.  "What?" 
 
"We've got an appointment with Mr. Titus.  Bringing him a new 
prospect."  
 
The bouncer grumbles and opens the door, leading them in and 
conducting them to Mr. Titus' office.  
 
Gunn walks in and leads Wes, keeping his hand low on his back to 
symbolize protection. Angel is on Wes's other side.  Fred adjusts her 
glasses and wraps the gum around her finger that she brought for 
cover to match her short leather skirt and tiny leather tube top. As 
soon as they pass the place Angel needs, he moves away and up to the 
secret door, unlocking it and slipping in the back way.
 
Lorne paces around as Wes stands, trying not to look too nervous, 
taking a large amount of comfort from Gunn's hand on his back.  
 
Angel appears and stands in the shadows, watching, only a few steps 
away at any given time.
 
Fred plays the role as Pimp girl and stands by Gunn, rubbing his arm. 
 
Gunn puffs his chest out and licks his lips occasionally at Fred and 
Wes. 
 
Titus comes into the office a few minutes later, looking flushed and 
red. He holds out his hand. "I apologize greatly.  I was attending to 
one of my dancers. I'm here now. I'm Titus, the owner, and you?"
 
Angel growls low to himself. He smells Titus-- Titus smells of sex 
and Spike.  Angel keeps his temper in check for now. 
 
Gunn shakes Titus' hand. "Name's Gunn.  I brought someone I thought 
you may be interested in and I'm not talking my girl either." Gunn 
pushes Wes forward slightly. "Fresh meat, virgin too. But he's made a 
lot of money in my club doing two bit blow jobs and dancing. I hear 
you pay big bucks for the pretty ones."
 
Titus smiles and releases Gunn's hand to walk around and look at Wes, 
clearly impressed. "What's your name, pretty?"
 
Wesley shivers.  "Wesley," he replies.  He moves over to rub against 
Titus, hands playing on his chest, lifting a necklace up and curling 
his fingers around it.  
 
Titus freaks and pushes away from Wes, screaming, "Don't touch me, 
never touch me."
 
Angel appears behind Titus and flips him around, grabs his throat, 
and rips the necklace off, throwing it on the ground and smashing it 
with his boot,  his eyes sparkling. "Well guess what, FREAK? I'm 
touching."
 
Titus screams. "NOOOOOOOOO! NOOO! I Need that...MY Precious, MY God!  
He won't, he won't."
 
Spike appears in the room.  "Not yours, damn you twitchy bastard!  
Not yours!"  He locks eyes with Angel across the room.  "I could 
smell you, I knew you had come for me."  
 
Angel doesn't release Titus and he nods, looking right in Spike's 
eyes. "I promised.  I told you I would."
 
Gunn taps Angel's arm. "Here man, we got him.  Let us handcuff him 
and take him back to W&H.  You can deal out the revenge later."
 
Titus starts to struggle and Angel punches him in the face, knocking 
him out cold. He hands him to Gunn who handcuffs him and takes him 
out.
 
Fred runs over to Spike, hugging him and handing him his duster she 
was wearing. "Oh, Spike. I knew we would get you back. Angel was so 
worried-- we all were so worried. I've never seen Angel work so hard 
in all my time with him. Here's your coat." She hands it to him.
 
Spike hugs Fred and rubs her back before he takes the duster from 
her.  He slips it on.  "Ahhhh.  Almost like a new skin.  Let's get 
the hell out of this whorehouse."  
 
Angel nods and looks at Wes. "Thank you, Wes, thank you very much."
 
Wes grins.  "No problem, Angel.  I might even use the outfit 
later...go to a gay bar or something."  
 
Angel laughs and hugs Wes, and looks at Spike, not looking away but 
talking to Wes. "Wes, why don't you take Fred back to her place-- let 
her change out of her pimp girl attire."
 
"Excellent idea."  Says Wes.  He gets out of Angel's grip and goes 
over, offering his arm to Fred.  "Shall we?"  
 
Fred smiles knowingly, figuring that Angel wants to be left alone 
with Spike, and bows graciously to Wes. "Of course, my leather-clad 
hero, lead the way."  And they walk out, Fred grabbing Lorne's hand 
on the way. 
 
Angel still looks at Spike, not taking his eyes off him, but not 
moving either. 
 
Spike moves over, running his fingers lightly down Angel's 
arms.  "You planning on standing there all day?" 
 
Angel shakes his head. 
 
Spike reaches up and pulls Angel's face down to his, kissing him 
gently.  "Something wrong with your arms?"  
 
Angel whispers against Spike's lips. "I hurt my fist. And I'm afraid 
to ask what he did and I'm afraid to hear the answer and I'm afraid 
that this isn't real."
 
"He didn't touch me.  He never touches anyone.  It was just a show, 
nothing worse than you saw before.  And damnit this is real and you 
bloody well need to touch me before I start ripping your clothes 
off!"  
 
Angel breathes a sigh of relief and holds up his fist and pouts. "But 
my fist is all boo boo...kiss then I touchy."
 
Spike smiles and leans down, gently kissing little peppered kisses 
all over his fist.  "All better?"  
 
Angel smiles and pulls Spike to him hugging him tightly, spitting out 
fast.  "Yesssss...god, did I take too long, were you too scared? I'm 
sorry if I did. I love you."
 
"I love you.  And I knew you'd be here.  Just had to keep thinking 
that, the whole time.  That you would come for me."  
 
Angel nods and pulls Spike up, wrapping Spike's legs around his waist 
and walking out. "Time to go home, Will. No more Strip Club work for 
you ever again."
 
In a short while they are back at W&H.  As they are walking in, Spike 
finally pulls back enough to ask.  "So where is he?" 
 
Angel presses the intercom and calls in Gunn. 
 
Gunn walks in with a black-eyed Titus in tow. "Here you go Man, But 
wait for me to leave-- this is your gig." Angel gives Titus a death 
glare and Gunn throws him into a chair quivering. Then Gunn leaves 
shutting the door behind him.
 
Angel looks at Spike, and then sits on the desk looking at Titus so 
intensely Titus won't look back at him.  "There he is Will."
 
Spike walks over and locks the office door and pulls down the window 
shades.  He walks to within a few inches of Titus, and then stalks 
back over to Angel, rubbing against him.  "Not yet.  We need to show 
him something first...something to take to hell with him."  He kisses 
Angel passionately. 
 
Angel grips Spike's face, kissing him hard, then pulls back looking 
into Spike's eyes. "What are you doing, baby boy?"
 
"Show him whose treasure he stole.  Show him what he can never ever 
have for real."  Spike says, his eyes glittering.  
 
Angel moans and licks Spike's lips. "Oh, ok. Well then, where were 
we, my pretty lad?"
 
Spike starts unbuttoning Angel's shirt.  "I think we were about 
here."   And then he takes Angel's hands and puts them on his own 
shirt.  
 
Titus moans in anguish. 
 
Angel pushes Spike's shirt up and over his head and leans over to 
lick his nipples. 
 
Spike whimpers and pulls Angel's shirt back, dropping it down his 
arms and off.  He runs his hands over Angel's shoulders.  
 
Titus whimpers. "Nooooo, nooo."
 
Angel pulls back and growls over Spike's shoulder. He stands up to 
punch the idiot again. 
 
Spike pulls him back.  "Want him conscious, don't you, to see the 
show?" 
 
Angel calms and turns back to Spike, moving him out of the way to 
clear everything off his desk in one big sweep of his hand. Then he 
pulls Spike back to lay him on the desk, unbuckling his belt, then 
ripping it out of his pants, throwing it across the room, and heading 
for the pants next. 
 
Spike reaches over to undo and unzip Angel's trousers.  He delicately 
strokes Angel's cock as Angel undresses him.  
 
Titus attempts to look away. 
 
Spike snaps his head over.  "Keep looking, Titus, you monster.  Or my 
Master Angel here will have to make you.  And you don't want that."  
 
Angel looks at Titus and snaps to gameface and back.  Titus cries 
softly but keeps his head firmly forward and whispers. "Polluting him—
you're polluting him."
 
Angel smirks and spreads Spike's legs, caressing his hip bones. "Oh, 
don't I know it. But you want to know the best part, Titus?"
 
Titus shakes his head. 
 
Angel laughs and trails his hands to Spike's ass cheeks, spreading 
them and playing around Spike's hole with his fingers. 
 
Spike moans and whimpers.  "Oh fuck bloody hell yes, the best part." 
 
"He loves it so damn much. But most importantly-- he doesn't love it 
from you or anyone else. He only loves it from one person," Angel 
says as he grabs the lube and quickly works it into Spike's passage.  
Then he lines himself, thrusting in hard and fast, groaning. 
 
Spike moans and mewls.  "Yesssss....only from you, only for you, my 
Sire.  I belong to only you."  He thrusts back, slamming his hips 
against Angel.  
 
Titus screams and tries to turn away again, revolted. 
 
Angel growl and looks at him. "I'll rip your body to pieces, torture 
you for days until I let you die. I will break my promise to my boy 
if you don't watch every damn second got it?"
 
Titus swallows bile and nods, and looks still at them. 
 
Angel snarls in triumph and he looks at Spike, kissing him 
passionately and slamming faster and harder.  He pulls back. "Mine, 
Mine. My beautiful boy."
 
"Yours.  Your boy.  Always and forever."  Spike wraps his legs around 
Angel's waist, pulling himself more firmly back on each 
stroke.  "Oh....so close." 
 
Angel smiles lovingly at Spike. "Then cum for me, cum for your Angel, 
cum for me."
 
Spike cums, shuddering and bucking on the desk, back arching, crying 
out in sheer pleasure, "My Annnnngelllllllll !!"
 
Angel cums with a roar and bites into Spike's neck. 
 
Titus finally looks away, uncaring of what happens.  He struggles 
with his bonds freaking out. 
 
Spike cums again, so lost in the moment he has almost completely 
forgotten the captive. 
 
Angel pulls his fangs out and licks his lips.  He growls loud so 
Titus stops struggling but he looks deep into Spike's eyes. "I love 
you Will. Thank you."
 
Titus sobs uncontrollably.
 
"I love you Angel.  My Angel."  Spike strokes the side of Angel's 
face.  
 
"Now it's time for me to take out the trash."  He gets up and stalks 
across the room, shifting into gameface.  "I'm going to let you die 
in a fitting way, Titus.  You're going to be a blood sacrifice for 
your god."  
 
Angel smirks wide and leans back against the desk. "Damn, almost a 
too fine way to go."
 
Titus struggles to get up and he screams. "Noooo, you hated him, he 
hated you. I treated you well, and good. I adored you. Noooooo."
 
"You raped my mind and forced me to perform like a prostitute for 
your pleasure.  Angel and I have loved each other for over 120 
years.  We just lost sight of that."  Spike grabs Titus' hair.  "Time 
for you to die."  He sinks his teeth into Titus' neck and begins to 
drink.  
 
Angel grins wide and his soul gives only a slight twinge, but he does 
not rise to it.  He watches as his boy gets his revenge. 
 
Titus tries to struggle, but becomes weaker and weaker. He breathes 
one last thing before he dies. "Adonis." 
 
Angel snorts. "I am so never calling you that again." Angel walks 
over and rubs Spike's back. "Will, he's dead, baby boy.  Time to let 
go."
 
Spike pulls back, shifting out of game face, tossing the body aside.  
He walks over to the bar, tossing down a whole glass of Jack.  Then 
he walks back over and kisses Angel.  "Had to get a bad taste out of 
my mouth."  
 
Angel kisses Spike, then pulls back to kiss his head and hug him to 
him. "I love you, and you'll never be dirty to me." Angel points to 
Titus' dead body. "That fuck was dirty. Even in my evil days I didn't 
use a spell to get someone. I always just used me."
 
Spike nods into Angel's chest.  "I know.  I don't ever want to talk 
about it again.  Can we go upstairs?" 
 
Angel nods and pushes Spike towards the elevator. "Yes Will, go on, I 
will be right there."
 
Spike nods and goes to the elevator, not looking back at Titus' 
body.  He gets in the elevator and the door closes.  
 
Angel dresses slowly, then pushes the intercom, calling in security 
to clean the body away.  Then he walks to Titus' body, kneels down, 
and looks into his lifeless eyes, whispering, "Taught you.  Don't 
ever take what's mine. I love that boy. Everyone talks about Angelus, 
and his reign of terror. They just don't have any idea. Welcome to 
Angel's reign of terror. All `cause you touched my most favorite 
treasure. Tsk, tsk...too bad I don't play well with others." Angel 
stands up and kicks the body, flipping it unto his stomach.  "It's 
been real, Titus.  Pray I don't see you in hell."
 
Angel pushes the elevator button just as the security comes in to get 
Titus' body.  He smiles huge and rides up to his room. 
 
Angel walks off the elevator and into his room.  Spike is waiting 
just inside the door and grabs him and kisses him, stroking his hair 
and neck.  "Did you know that when you push the intercom down there 
that you can hear it up here?  I heard what you said, you romantic 
bloodthirsty vampire."  
 
Angel mock pouts. "You're so gonna be hard to deal with for a long 
time now, aren't you?"
 
"I plan to be very, *very* good."  Spike laughs and rubs against 
Angel.  "Very good." 
 
Angel chuckles and rubs his face along Spike's, pulling him 
closer. "I mean it, Will, every word. I love you and no one can do 
what he did. Next person to try doesn't live past looking at you 
wrong."
 
"Yeah, well hopefully I'll never be out of your sight that long 
again."  Spike purrs and kisses Angel's neck.  "I love you, Angel.  I 
love you so bloody much."  
 
Angel hums, happy. "Again."
 
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."  Spike 
sighs.  "More?  'Cause I'll say it all night if you want me to." 
 
Angel smiles lovingly, shakes his head, and starts to kiss down 
Spike's still naked body to his hipbones where he starts making tiny 
licks. 

Spike whimpers, his hips jerking of their own accord in little 
circles, his cock leaping to attention.  
 
Angel's eyes sparkle and he licks closer to Spike's cock-- then he 
moves his mouth back to his hipbone. 
 
Spike whines.  "Tease."  He whimpers, then chuckles.  
 
Angel laughs and looks up at him. "Your such a funny boy, 
really...might want to grab something." Then Angel engulfs as much of 
Spike's cock as he can in one go and swallows. 
 
Spike reaches out and grips the wall, digging his fingers into the 
plasterboard.  "Sweet fucking hell!"  
 
Angel smiles with his eyes and he goes down the rest of the way on 
Spike's cock, swallowing again.
 
Spike cums down Angel's throat, his eyes rolling back into his 
head.  "Buggering holy shit!"  
 
Angel pulls up but keeps making tiny licks at Spike's head and pushes 
his tongue into Spike's slit.  Then he pulls back and stands 
smoothly, a huge grin on his face. "Well, that was damn fun. Will 
have to remember that."
 
Spike pulls his hand out of the wall.  "If you don't mind having 
holes in your walls.  So...where to next, Sire?"  
 
Angel takes off his jacket throws it into a chair. Then he unbuttons 
his shirt and throws it with the jacket he then slides the undershirt 
off and turns back to Spike. "You pick...a welcome home gift."
 
Spike's eyes glitter.  "Well, in your study...there's a high-backed 
chair..." 
 
Angel laughs. "Ok, you're disturbed, you know that, right? You sure?"
 
"If you don't want to, we don't *have* to," Spike whines, mock 
pouting.  
 
Angel does the stern face mockingly. "I was joking. Now are you sure?"
 
"Yes, I'm sure."  Spike's eyes are dancing and his face eager.  
 
Angel nods and walks into the study.  He lights a few candles and 
moves the high-backed chair to the center of the room. He waits for 
Spike. 
 
Spike enters...on hands and knees.   He crawls, panther-sleek and 
graceful, across the carpeted floor towards Angel.  His eyes are 
feral. 
 
Angel falls into the chair and breathes harshly. "Oh, this isn't 
gonna last long at all. Fuck, look at you."
 
"You like?"  Spike purrs.  "Or you want me to stop?"  
 
Angel holds up his hands quickly. "No, no.  You stop and I may have 
to hurt you. Just keep going, go on."
 
Spike purrs louder and keeps moving across the floor, muscles 
rippling smoothly under his pale skin, his movements exquisite.  
 
Angel whispers out in wonder. "Oh, hell yes..yes, my god yes."
 
Spike reaches him, finally and kneels in front of him, leaning back 
on his hands to display himself, and looks at Angel.  "What is your 
pleasure, Sire?"  
 
Angel's body shakes in ecstasy without a touch. "Oh, hell, Will. I'm 
old.  I don't think I can say my pleasure without turning to dust. I 
told you, your gift. Do you want me to command?"
 
"Yes, please.  Please...I want it so."  Spike's golden eyes stare 
back at him.  
 
Angel takes a breath and makes his voice calm and 
authoritative. "Take off my pants."
 
Spike rocks forward and moves his face towards Angel's pants, opening 
the snap and unzipping the fly using only lips and teeth.  Then he 
grabs the pants and eases them down and off Angel onto the floor. 
 
Angel's eyes are clear and sparkling.  He whispers, "Crawl into my 
lap."
 
Spike crawls up from the floor into Angel's lap, carefully settling 
on his thighs.  
 
Angel's eyes twinkle with playful erotic fire. "Ok, you're evil, you 
*so* knew what I meant. Closer, Will."
 
Spike crawls up, straddling Angel's lap, plastering himself against 
Angel.  His ass hovers just over Angel's cock, and he looks into 
Angel's eyes for permission.  
 
One side of Angel's lips curls up in a half smile of amusement. "And 
what? I'm gonna say no? I haven't, not in any century we've actually 
been in this situation.  Not gonna start now. Go ahead, baby boy, 
lower yourself."
 
Spike moans and slowly, ever so carefully, impales himself on Angel's 
erect cock, letting his weight push him down until all of Angel was 
inside him.  
 
Angel lays his arms on each side of the chair and grips them humming 
and moaning. "Yes...oh, yes. So tight, so very tight."
 
Spike leans forward, kissing softly and gently on Angel's lips as he 
starts to move up and down on Angel's cock.  He needs this.  After 
two weeks of following the commands of a madman he needs to be 
completely reclaimed, commanded in love and trust by the man he loves 
and worships.  One last step to cleanse the horror of the past two 
weeks away.  
 
Angel lays his hand on Spike's cheek, needing this...complete 
confirmation that all this is real and he succeeded in getting his 
boy back. "What's my name? What are all my names?"
 
"Liam Frances O'Donnell, also Angelus, also and most lately..."  
Spike smiles brilliantly, "Angel."  
 
Angel smiles and rubs his fingers over Spike's lips. "Good, and what 
am I to you?"
 
"My Sire, my love, my master, my god, my one and only desire."  
Spike's eyes glisten as he looks back at Angel.  
 
Angel rubs Spike's cheekbones and rubs his other hand up and down 
Spike's hipbone. "Will you ever forget me again?"
 
"Never.  Never, ever again."  Spike rests his hands on Angel's chest 
as he continues to slow rise up and down.  
 
Angel moans and rubs every inch of Spike slowly, only just slightly 
moving his hips.  He whispers, "You're mine, my boy. My precious 
treasure. I've never wanted or needed anything more than you. I will 
never want and need anything else. I love you and you make me so 
happy, Will."
 
"I'm yours, and I love you.  I've only ever wanted to be yours.  We 
must never, ever part again."
 
Angel nods, moving his hands to Spike's neck, his eyes intense. "No, 
no we must not be."
 
"Promise me...promise me the wall will never come back.  That we'll 
never forget we love each other again."  Spike whispers.  
 
Angel sits up and pulls Spike tight against him now, moving very deep 
but very slowly inside him.  He whispers in his ear. "I promise, I 
promise you. I love you and I will never forget and I will never take 
it away again. I'll die before I do that again, I promise."
 
Spike just rests against Angel, purring, as they continue their long, 
slow, gentle joining.  His lips move, but no sound comes out.  
Finally Angel can hear the faintest of whispers, repeating over and 
over, "I love you, I'm yours."  
 
Angel smiles, a few happy tears fall, and he whispers back to 
Spike, "I love you, I'm yours."
 
Spike stops then, kissing Angel and looking into his eyes.  "Take me 
to bed then.  It's about damn time."  
 
Angel stands, keeping he and Spike connected. "Could think of wanting 
nothing better, nothing at all." And Angel and Spike go off to 
Angel's bedroom, where the only walls that they have are the ones 
keeping them housed and safe. 
 
THE END