AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com; Pet:Spikespet2001@yahoo.com 
TITLE: Decision Time
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
RATED: NC-17
SUMMARY: Follow-up to Smile Time-What If? Spike and Angel wake up
normal and lots of sex and emotional revelations ensue.
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: Through Season 5 Ats: Smile Time.
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. It's like good drugs.

Spike wakes up snuggled into the covers. He lifts his hand up to
slick his hair back. With a start, he realizes that his hand has
five fingers. And it's not made of felt. He feels an arm around his
waist and a solid body tight against his, and he whoops and
hollers. "I'm a vampire again! We're vampires again! Angel, wake
up!"

Angel shoots up and looks around freaked. "What, huh, what?"

Spike sits up and grabs him. "Look at us! We're not made of felt!"

Angel looks at his hands and then starts to pat himself all over and
he screams with joy. "Oh thank fucking god."

Spike's eyes sparkle suddenly and he grabs Angel's face and kisses
him passionately.

Angel lingers in the kiss for a moment longer then pulls back and
sets his forehead against Spike's. "Well, that was nice."

Spike strokes Angel's face with both hands. "Better than nice. Been
too bloody long." He leans in and starts kissing on Angel's neck.
Kissing turns to licking, and sucking, and biting with dull teeth.

Angel caresses Spike's head to his neck. "I thought we said take it
slow reacquaint ourselves to one another?"

Spike stops biting and sighs, resting against Angel's neck. "Three
days of cuddling...I just want to touch you and bury myself in you.
But I'll be a good boy a while longer for your sake." He pulls his
body up closer and curls up on his lap, hugging close to him.

Angel laughs and says. "Three days of puppet cuddling and you think
you're gonna be burying yourself in me? Boy, did the power shift
here."

Spike chuckles. "Not that way, Peaches. I haven't completely lost
my mind. I should've said I want to *be* buried in you, like when
you cover me over and wrap me up in you. I remember that well..."
His tone is wistful as his voice drops off.

Angel lays Spike down and covers his body over his, completely safe-
housing Spike under him, and smiles down at him only an inch
away. "Who needs sex in order for me to cover you? Do you mean like
this?"

Spike wriggles a bit, rubbing against Angel, and purrs. "This will
do for now." He nuzzles against Angel's neck. "So damn familiar."

Angel nods and stretches Spike's arms above his head then threads his
fingers with his. "Now more so familiar, wouldn't you say?"

Angel can feel Spike harden against him, and Spike's purring grows
louder. "Yes, sodding well familiar." His voice is a husky growl.

Angel mock gasps. "Such dirty things you say. Need punished you do."
Angel leans down and licks a path up Spike's neck.

At the word "punished" Spike becomes rock hard and thrusts his hips a
bit against Angel. He hisses his pleasure as Angel licks his neck,
then moans. He's wondering if Angel intends to carry through, or
just tease and torture him. Either way, he loves the feeling of
being controlled. It's been so damn long.

Angel butts his head against Spike's face gently and whispers in his
ear, "What you thinking?"

"I love this. Bugger me but I love this so damn much." He
whimpers.

"What, what do you love?"

"Everything. You touching me, you holding me down, teasing
me...feels like I belong to you again."

Angel nods and sighs happily, rubbing his nose on Spike's cheeks and
his lips. He whispers after a minute. "You do belong to me."

Spike shivers and moans, then whimpers again. "Yes, fuck, yes..."

Angel gets real close now, looking in Spike's eyes. "But I've always
belonged to you too, you know that."

Spike looks back, his eyes misty. "You do?"

Angel smiles. "Oh, yeah my pretty little lad, I've always been your
slave. Surprise!!"

Spike wriggles against him and chuckles. "Yeah, but it's always me
being held down...or spanked. Not that's I'm complaining, mind you."

"Just cause I was didn't mean I was gonna ever let you in on it.
Plus, I like it when you writhe and moan under me, makes me feel
powerful and erotic. Like I hold all the reins of the world. All from
the tiniest little moan you gave me."

"Like this?" And Spike writhes sinuously against him, rubbing his
crotch against Angel, and moans and whimpers.

Angel gasps and moans and nods, rubbing his rock-hard erection off
Spike's, then shudders. "Yeah, just like that. There were more things
you did so many more...that made me want to eat you alive."

Spike moves to lick Angel's neck. "I... look... forward... to...
finding... them... all."

Angel laughs and pulls back. "I bet. Ok, bad boy I've been in the
same clothes for days. That is a hideous offense. I need to shower."

Spike grins evilly. "Me too. Should we share? I can scrub your
back."

Angel nods but chuckles. "Yes, come on if you want." And he heads to
the bathroom, peeling off clothes he will most likely burn on his way.

Spike slips out of his clothes and walks in to join him in the
shower. Luckily it is huge and decadent with heads everywhere. He
looks up and down Angel's muscled body and exhales noisily. "Fucking
magnificent."

Angel turns around and gasps in a breathe of air and wheezes at the
sight of Spike. "What is?"

Spike runs his hands over Angel's chest. "You."

Angel nods. "Oh.......thanks..same....same..to you."

Spike smiles and sighs, happy to see his naked body still has a
profound effect on Angel. He soaps up a washcloth and starts
scrubbing Angel.

Angel sighs and grabs another washcloth, soaping it up and scrubbing
Spike, starting on his shoulders then moving to his neck.

Spike gets finished with Angel's front and is getting ready to move
around to his back and he gets a devilish idea. He twists the
washcloth tightly and smacks Angel on the ass with it. Angel turns
around with a smirk, grabs the washcloth twists it up and smacks
Spike on the stomach with it. Spike grabs a can of shaving cream and
starts spurting it on Angel, grinning madly. Angel chuckles and
throws his soapy sponge at Spike, hitting him in the face. Spike
fills his hand with shaving cream and comes at Angel, obviously
meaning to shove it in his face. Angel shakes his head. "Spike don't
even think about it." Spike keeps moving forward, lifting his hand
and getting ready to smash the shaving cream onto Angel's nose. Angel
laughs and backs up until he hits the wall. "William I mean it."

Spike moves forward, chuckling. "Whatcha gonna do, spank me?"

Angel growls playfully "I hurt you that's what...Will
seriously...don't." He plasters his back against the wall, feeling
confident he has won and Spike will listen.

Spike smooshes the handful of shaving cream onto the center of
Angel's face, laughing gleefully. Angel doesn't move for a few
seconds, just stands there with shaving cream on his face. Then
suddenly he reaches out and grasps Spike, grabbing a handful off his
face and smooshing it in Spike's. With Angel's eyes now uncovered,
Spike can see the playful gleam in them. Then he reaches behind
Spike and smacks his ass. Spike gasps when Angel smacks his ass. He
reaches out and tweaks Angel's nipples and then backs up, crooking
his finger at Angel in a 'come-here' gesture. Angel rinses his face
off and smirks evilly, coming forward, stalking Spike as if he were
prey. "Oh, don't worry naughty boy..I'm coming."

Spike grabs a bottle of body wash and sprays it over Angel's
approaching body. He has a delicious little butterfly feeling in his
stomach, being stalked like that. Angel licks his lips and keeps
coming slowly he lowers his hand on his chest spreading the body wash
all over his chest making him look slick. He then moves his soapy
hand to his cock and strokes a chuckle emerging from his lips. Spike
whimpers a little, watching him fondle and stroke himself. He weaves
and ducks, coming around behind Angel, and then fondling his buttocks
with his own soap-covered hands. Angel turns faster than humanly
possible and pins Spike's back to his chest and he leans over and
licks his neck rubbing his erection up the crease of Spike's ass
quickly. Then hops back and takes a shampoo bottle and splurts it on
Spike laughing his ass off. Spike's eyes glitter as he repeats the
actions of his Sire, rubbing the shampoo over his chest and down his
abs, grabbing his cock with both hands and stroking it. Then he
grabs the back scrubber brush and advances, holding it out like a
weapon. Angel in between pants of watching the stroking tries not to
chuckle at the back scrubber weapon hopping from foot to foot. "What
you going to do with that scratch me to death?"

Spike slaps the wooden back of the brush against his hand. "Gonna
spank your ass with it." He lunges forward and snaps it around,
catching the side of Angel's ass with the back of the brush,
connecting with a solid pop. Angel laughs and lowers his head
chuckling. He doesn't even raise his head when he comes charging into
Spike knocking him down and goes to reach for the back scrubber.
Spike falls gracefully without more than token injury. He squirms,
trying to keep the back scrubber away from Angel. When that fails,
he ducks back between his legs and starts scrambling away on hands
and feet. Angel pounces on him covering grabbing the back scrubber
and yanking it out of Spike's hands he then proceeds to spank Spike's
ass. "Show you who you're spanking William...bad, bad boy." Spike
yelps and chuckles as he is getting spanked. He crawls forward,
trying to move quickly enough to get away so he can stand up. Angel
pulls his legs back now abandoning the back scrubber to use his hands
to spank Spike's ass the fingers slipping in between the crevice
cause their bodies are all soapy.
Spike struggles to get back up again, which is difficult at best
because of the slippery shampoo all over him. As he does so, his ass
brushes up against Angel's crotch, and then slips away again. He
repeats the action with the same results, yelping and laughing as
Angel smacks his ass.

Angel gasps pulls Spike into his lap and pins him to his body, his
cock constantly brushing against Spike's hole. "Give up?"

Spike squirms against Angel's slippery body, but he stops trying to
get away. "I give up. For now."

Angel kisses Spike's neck and purrs happily he leans close and
breathes into Spikes ear. "You know that whole reacquainting thing I
said earlier?"

Hearing Angel purr, Spike likewise begins to purr, a steady thrum in
his chest. "Yeah?" he asks hopefully.

Angel lowers Spike down until his cock is resting comfortably against
Spike's hole giving him the choice. "If you want to just throw that
out the window, I think I would be totally fine with it."

Spike whimpers. "That's not fair, Angel, you know what a little
whore I am. You know I'm going to say go ahead and take me."

Angel nods into Spike's back making tiny thrusts with his hips, not
breaking through, just nudging and pulling back. "I know little one.
Can't blame a man for trying. I just, I don't, I need...FUCK WILL..I
want you so bad right now."

"Then please bloody well take me, because I want you in me even worse
if that's possible." Spike moans.

Angel shivers and whispers. "Go to lay down in bed William."

Spike gets up and rinses off quickly. He grabs a towel and dries
himself as he goes, stretching out face down on the bed, looking back
at the bathroom door.

Angel gets up turns off the shower and wraps a towel around his waist
and walks out. He looks at Spike and groans he tilts his finger
up* "Lift your pretty ass for me beautiful boy."

Spike moans at the words 'beautiful boy', and pulls his knees up
under him, raising his ass. Angel hums in approval and walks around
to the bedside drawer and gets out the bottle of lube. Dropping his
towel he sits at the edge of the bed setting the lube by him. Then he
grabs his cock in one hand and lifts his other to stroke his hand
over Spike's smooth globes. "So very pretty."

Spike shivers and purrs louder. His cock gets harder at Angel's
touch. "Inspecting your property?" He asks.

"Yes." Angel says simply and with a voice that is sultry and deep.
He scoots forward, moving so he faces Spike's raised ass, and moves
the lube next to him again. He takes his hand off his cock to bring
up his other hand and starts kneading in tiny circles on Spike's ass.
Spike moans and whimpers some more and pushes his ass back into
Angel's hands. "Yesssssssss..." He hisses.

Angel strokes his fingers back and forth slowly. "Does that excite
you-- being called property?"

" *Your* property, yes." Spike groans.

Angel hums and pushes his thumbs down the crease of Spike's ass
slowly. "You like being mine then?"

Spike is beginning to tremble with need. "Yes. I *love* being
yours." He had forgotten, really, how much Angel enjoyed this little
game, making him talk, making him beg, making him wait until he was
insane with desire.

Angel removes his hands to open the bottle of lube, and he trickles
it down the crease of Spike's ass. "I know what you're thinking." He
closes the bottle and puts his thumbs back, now sliding his fingers
effortlessly up and down Spike's crease. "Your thinking about how
much I love to torture you by making you mad with want."

Spike mewls as the lube hits his skin. His purrs were louder still,
shaking his chest. "Yesssss... how did you know?"

Angel moves closer, his chest pressing to Spike's ass, and he pushes
the tips of his thumbs inside Spikes ass to the knuckles. Then he
stops, leaning over and licking up the crease, then biting lightly at
his lower back. "Cause it's how you make me feel all the time, your
very presence does it to me. So I know Will, I know what you're
feeling."

He gasps and moans again as Angel's thumbs enter him and he pushes
back slightly against them. "Oh, bloody hell, Angel...you make my
fucking insides melt when you talk like that."

Angel smiles and nuzzles his nose into Spike's lower back. He starts
to thrust his thumbs back and forth for a bit then he starts to
spread them apart inside him. "Lets see if your insides are melted
shall we?" He licks down Spike's crevice again until he reaches the
spread-apart opening, then he darts his tongue out and licks around,
dipping his tongue in then back out around.

Spike keens softly in his throat as Angel licks into him. "Oh,
fuck... Angel... so... fucking... good..." He begins to pant.

Angel makes his tongue into a point and starts to thrust it back and
forth inside Spike's hole. Spike whimpers and his hips move, of their
own accord, in tiny thrusts back against the invading
tongue. "Yesssss.... please.... oh.... yessss....."

Angel, wanting to hear more sounds from his boy, pushes his tongue
deep and stabs it at Spike's prostate, putting insistent and constant
pressure on it by licking up and down frantically. Explosions hit
Spike's brain as Angel makes contact with his prostate. He starts
moaning and groaning and then purr-growling as the pleasure gets more
and more intense. "Annnnnnngellll... yessssss.... fuck .....
bugger.... fuck .....bugger .... yessssss.... more.....
Annnngellllllllll...."

Angel uses one final sweep with his tongue, then removes it to add
three fingers, which he pumps straight back to Spike's prostate. He
moves the rest of his body over Spike, using his free hand to wrap
around Spike's waist, pumping him back on his twisting fingers as
they never stop punishing his prostate. Spike shivers hard when he
feels Angel over him and he writhes his body against him, rubbing
flesh to flesh in sheer animal pleasure. He thrusts back hard onto
the fingers inside him and growls as he is being pushed closer and
closer to climax. He can no longer hold back and he cums, spurting
onto the bedsheets, howling, "Sire!" Angel shudders and purrs when
Spike calls him Sire. He licks a path up and down Spike's back to
bring him down.

Spike slowly comes back to himself, still purring. He whispers, "You
didn't get to cum."

Angel nods into Spike's back. "I know, that's coming. I wanted to see
you cum first." Angel grabs a bunch of pillows and taps Spike's tummy
from the side. "Lift." Spike lifts his stomach up, pushing up on his
hands. He is already drunk on pleasure, and there is more to come,
it seems.

Once the pillows are situated under Spike's tummy he pushes Spike's
upper body down into the bed and that raises his ass to a high level
almost even with Angel's jutting cock. He takes a moment to intake
his breath at the sight and he whispers. "What are you Will?"

"Yours. Your property. Your beautiful boy. Your whore." He felt
wanton, his ass in the air, just waiting to be violated. It was a
delicious feeling, knowing he was displayed for Angel's pleasure.

Angel moans and whispers. "Good boy." Then he pushes his cock into
Spike's still quivering rear entrance. He seats himself all the way
inside, resting his hands on Spike's lower back, his body completely
still now, but his eyes glitter and dilate from the pleasure.

Spike moans and keens softly as Angel pushes into him with his
massive cock. It has been forever, it seems, since they were like
this, connected, one. Every nerve was alive and singing. Angel's
fingers begin to shake on Spike's lower back and he whispers, "Move
please Will, I can't. I'm afraid to move. I can't just yet. Don't
want to cum yet. But it's too fucking good...too long..just rock back
on me, sweet boy, please."

Spike forces his voice to work, a deep and husky purr. "Yes, Sire."
He pushes back and forth slowly and steadily, rocking just a few
inches each way, just enough to slowly caress Angel's cock with his
inner muscles. He purr-growls again, and his eyes glow amber.

"Ohhhh fucking godddddddd!!" Angel digs his fingernails into Spike's
back and scratches them down and up gently. "Good boy, such a good
fucking boy...feel so good, so damn good."

Spike's cock is hard now, and he hisses as Angel scratches his back,
and writhes against Angel's cock. His channel begins to clamp and
milk as he moves back and forth. Angel growls in ecstasy and pumps
harder and deeper now. He reaches under them to grasp Spike's cock in
his fist and gently encasing it in his hand and pumping in time with
his thrusts. Now Spike cannot be silent. At Angel's touch on his
cock he screams out, "Sweet fuck hand yes!" He loves the feel of
Angel's hands on him. He pumps back harder against Angel.

Angel groans. "That's it! Fuck me, take what you want, and give me
what I need. Move your fucking addicting body. Make me scream your
name."

Spike growls and shifts in and out of gameface, loving the nasty
words coming from his Sire. He thrusts back harder, slamming himself
into Angel, milking down hard and squeezing his cock from the
inside. He could feel Angel's big muscled hand enfolding his cock
and he was coming close to climax again. "Yours," he growls. "Your
fucking little blue-eyed whore, using every little whore trick on
you, fucking you hard, taking every inch of you..."

Angel now bucks wildly and fervishly his goal now almost completely
animalistic. He pumps harder on Spike's cock. "My little whore, my
little fuck toy. Feel so fucking good, William. My little virgin boy--
so sweetly corrupted."

Spike shifts into gameface now and growls, using his strength now,
pushing harder and faster, meeting Angel's thrust. "Only for you,
only ever for you, made for you, taken by you..."

Angel can't hold back at that-- the feelings are so great. He cums
with a growl and it reverberates around the room. He lunges forward,
gameface on, screams again before he lunges. "Mine." And he sinks his
fangs deeply into Spike's neck drinking. Spike cums hard as Angel's
fangs sink into him. He howls as he cums, his body locked, pinned by
Angel's cock and fangs. He is well and truly taken and
possessed.

Angel extracts his fangs as he comes down and licks the mark over and
over like a drugged out kitten. His hips still canting back and forth
inside Spike.
"Yours, yours, yours," Spike whispers hoarsely, over and over, as
Angel licks him. Angel pulls Spike back until he is leaning back
against Angel, Angel's cock still inside, rocking back and
forth. "Mine, mine, mine. My Will, my beautiful boy."

Spike rubs and twists and wriggles against Angel, feeling their skin
and muscles contact. "Your beautiful boy," he whimpers. He wants to
crawl inside Angel. He feels so precious, so loved, so owned.

Angel grows hard again within seconds and kisses Spike's ear
whispering. "That's right, baby, all mine, my beautiful boy. So
precious, so pretty and beautiful. You feel like heaven and home,
baby, I've missed you so much."

Spike whimpers again. "Been so long, so lonely, so empty without
you. Want you in me forever. Want to be yours, just yours."

Angel sits back and taps Spike's back "Turn around my Will let me see
your face while I'm inside you." Luckily Spike is very flexible, and
he slowly and carefully manages to turn without dislodging Angel's
cock in him. He is now looking at Angel, his eyes black and dilated
in pleasure, his face rapturous.

Angel puts his hands on Spike's hips then he leans forward and
whispers against Spike's lips right before he kisses him
passionately. "So fucking beautiful." Then he latches onto Spike's
lips and kisses him. Spike wraps his arms around Angel's neck as
Angel kisses him, tilting his head back so that Angel can kiss him
deeper. And Angel does. He opens his mouth to let his tongue slide
inside Spike's mouth batting his against Spike to duel with his. He
tilts his cock back and forth, angling now to go deeper. Spike
tangles tongues with Angel, loving the sweet play between them.

He rubs one hand down Angel's back, playing gently over Angel's
tattoo. His other hand moves down to Angel's chest, circling around
and then pinching and tweaking on Angel's nipple. Angel growls low
and excitedly into Spike's mouth when he touches his tattoo. He
opens his eyes and lets Spike see the glitter of his eyes, but he
still doesn't break the kiss. He only ups the speed and pressure of
it. Spike moans at the look in Angel's eyes. He loves exciting him,
pleasuring him. Nights uncounted he licked that tattoo as Angelus
drifted off to sleep. He knew every line, every curve without having
to see it. He purrs into the kiss and relaxes, letting Angel ravage
his mouth. He rocks his hips in circles as Angel grinds and pumps
into him.

Angel finally pulls away from the kiss panting unnecessarily. He rubs
his face along Spike's face and leans his back where his tattoo is
into Spike's fingers. Rocking his hips faster now. Spike moves his
one hand from Angel's chest and places on Angel's thigh. He leans
back as much as he can and still keep his hand on Angel's tattoo,
bowing back his body and therefore squeezing down hard and tight on
Angel's cock, giving greater friction to each and every thrust.
Angel moans loud and curses. "Oh fuck..fuck,
fuck...fuck...fuck...FUCK...YESSSSS."

"Yesss...Sire...yes...I feel it...cum...cum....cum,,," He is now
chanting as he grinds and rotates down hard on Angel. Angel cums
shuddering and groaning. "WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!"

Spike keeps riding him as he cums, waiting for the last spasm to
finish, then pulls back up and molds himself against Angel. He
strokes his face. He whispers, ever so softly, "I love you."

Angel opens his eyes, kisses Spike, then pulls back, hugging him
tightly and looking into his eyes. "I love you."

Spike's lips quirk up into a smile, "So much for taking it slow. I'm
a very bad influence."

Angel rubs Spike's face and shakes his head. "You're perfect,
William."

Spike's eyes shine with wonder looking back at him. "How can you say
that? How can you see me like that?"

"What do you see when you look at me?"

"Strength, power, nobility, the beauty of a Greek God...and fucking
hot sex appeal."

Spikespet41: *Angel smiles* "Well thank you but see I don't think
about myself. So when I look at you I see a beautiful Adonis. A boy
with brilliant and murderous blue eyes. I see the most sexy creature
I ever laid my eyes on. And fucking hot sex appeal."

Spike molds himself even closer, snuggling into Angel, and puts his
lips almost against Angel's. "I forgot to add a devilish tongue. I
am always powerless against your silvered words."

Angel snakes out his tongue and licks Spike's lips. "I like your
voice, the way you say my name, your feline grace, the way you
move..."

"I love the way your eyes devour me, the power in your hands when you
touch me, the way you know just how long, how hard to tease me and
torment me."

"I love the way you give me all of you, the way you moan the way you
writhe. I love the feel of your skin, the way you taste, and the
dirty little things I can make you say for me."

"I love the way you look at me like I am something delicate and
priceless and beloved; the way you take me and own me; the way you
move with such natural and predatory elegance."

Angel closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and he strokes Spike's
neck. "I love to be inside you, feel that silky tightness encasing
me, milking me, working me, loving me with every thrust. I love you
Will."

Spike kisses on each of Angel's eyes and then gently and softly on
his lips. "I love you inside me, that massive magnificent piece of
flesh, joining us, making us one together. I love you Angel."

Angel leans his head on Spike's chest. "Now what? We know how we
feel, we know what we like most about each other..and I forgot the
glasses so adding that in now for clarity."

"The glasses! Damn. You know, I had them in my pocket so they got
converted when we were in puppet form. I should have bloody well
used them on you." He chuckles. "Now...I was sort of hoping for
living happily ever after. Maybe even...mating." The last word is
said with a quaver in his voice.

Angel smiles and caresses Spike's cheek. "You want that little one?"

"Yes. I want to be yours forever, and you to be mine." He
smiles. "I've always been greedy."

Angel laughs. "I know, and it's all practically my fault. Ok, so we
work towards that then. But considering how our resolve not to have
sex went, I'm not sure what our patience is gonna be for that. If we
mate, that means we're equal in ALL ways..which means you get all the
perks and not just me."

Spike's eyes glitter, "Like on the sub?"

Angel nods. "Like the sub. Don't even have to wait to mate if you
didn't want for that. It's just then, I couldn't deny if I was moody
and wanted to pull a Sire."

Spike sighs. "I like the sound of that." He nuzzles into Angel's
neck. "But I need to sleep right now... how about you?"

Angel nods, kissing Spike's forehead. "Yeah, I think I wore us out."

Spike gets up, slowly lifting himself off Angel, moaning sadly at
their separation at last. He stretches out on the bed and waits for
Angel, watching him with sleepy eyes. Angel crawls up beside Spike
and pulls the covers over them. He tucks in behind Spike and pulls
him close, settling his head on top of Spike's. "Sleep my beautiful
boy, I love you."

Spike squirms around so that he can lick Angel's neck. He purrs
gently against Angel as he licks, until he slowly drifts off to
sleep, clutched tightly against his Sire. Angel falls asleep not too
long after lulled to sleep by his boys purring.

The next day the two of them go down to the office. Angel retrieves
his morning blood from Harmony, and Spike goes down and heats up a
cup and heads back to the office. He sprawls over a chair. "So,
what's the plan, eh?"

Angel organizes a bunch of papers evenly in his hands. "Plan?"

"Yeah, plan, ya git. When do we break the news to the
others? 'Cause they're gonna notice things are bloody different."

"How about we live our lives how we want and not care about what they
think? I mean we are centuries-old Vampires-- we don't need
permission."

Spike grins. "Sounds good to me, mate. Thought you'd be more
worried about their opinion."

Angel looks pensive for a few seconds. "I do care....I just I know
what they are gonna say or least I think I do."

"And what's that? Lemme guess...they aren't going to approve."

Angel nods. "They'll chalk it up to my time with Darla..me needing
that kind of life. And they will imagine it will drive me to the
depths it did with her."

Spike gets up and moves around the desk, leaning against it, looking
into Angel's eyes. "And do you think that?"

Angel looks pensive again. "Now that's a hard question to ask me
William. Not rightly fair either."

"Never claimed to be fair, mate. Don't want to drag you to the
depths. I want to take you to the heights. I don't want this if it
is going to drive you to despair."

Angel shakes his head and pulls Spike between his legs, laying his
head on his chest. "Not despair Will. To him, to violence and mayhem
and blood and sex....to Angelus."

"Have you gotten this big ol' corporation to work on a way to maybe
fix your happiness clause? 'Cause you might wanna think about it, if
you're that worried about him coming out." Spike's voice is light
but gentle, and his hands stroke Angel's hair and the nape of his
neck.

"Not worried, not really. I wasn't with Darla. *They* freaked about
that mostly. But you've always been different. Frankly, I think I'm
good, or this morning would've been slightly different after."

"Good." There is a note of relief in his voice. He pulls back a
bit, straddles Angel, and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Just
then, the office door opens and the whole crew walks in-- Wes, Gunn,
Lorne, and Fred. "Angel, we're here for..." Wes' voice trails off
as they all take in the scene.

Gunn stops and coughs and looks at the crew then back at Angel and
Spike. "Uh, here for the morning meeting."

Fred giggles but covers her mouth.

Lorne grins brilliantly. "Angelcakes, never knew you hit for both
teams. Should we leave you two alone?"

Angel groans, but kisses Spike once more before moving him off his
lap to stand. "Hey, guys...good to see you...uhmm...well why don't
you all sit."

They all kind of shuffle to their accustomed seats. Spike, with a
*huge* grin, moves over to drape himself on one of the comfortable
chairs facing the table. Wes looks around and then speaks
up. "Well, should we pretend nothing happened or deal with it now?"

Angel rubs his hand through his hair but looks up at everyone and
stands at the head of the table. "Now would be good. Go ahead-- ask
what you need or want to ask."

Gunn raises his hand. "I just want to know how long you've been into
guys. I mean--maybe the clothes should've tipped me off, and Spike is
a cute kind of small...ok never mind all that. But all this time, and
we're just finding out now? Man, Angel we'e your friends!"

Angel coughs and unbuttons his top button. "Well, see it's a Vampire
thing.. and I really haven't ever....Spike and...Penn...well it's a
Vampire thing sorry."

Gunn nods. "That's cool, just don't think I wouldn't understand. I am
from the hood I've seen it all despite the fancy suit man."

Angel nods and smiles slightly. "Thanks." He looks at Fred. "How
about you?"

Fred smiles brilliantly. "Handsome Vampire man can do as he pleases
as long as he is happy, that's what I think. As long as your soul is
fine and you're happy, I'm happy, Angel. You know me."

Angel smiles. "Thank you."

Fred smiles and winks at Angel and Spike. "My pleasure, plus you're
the cutest couple I've seen in well, a really long time."

Spike pipes up, "Thanks, Fred. Knew you'd be in our corner, luv."

Angel looks at Lorne. "How about you?"

Lorne grins. "Frankly, just wondering what took you two so long. I
mean, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife from the minute
he showed up."

Angel chuckles. "Thanks Lorne." Then he looks at Wes. "Well go on
then...all you now."

Wes sighs. "I guess it's left to me to be the voice of doom and
reason. Angel, are you sure this is wise? I mean, the last vampire
relationship you rekindled wasn't exactly the healthiest thing for
your psyche. And is there any danger of Angelus coming out?"

Angel takes a breath and then starts. "Yes, I think it's wise. I love
Will, always have. It's always been different with him. Not like with
Darla, Wes. And as for Angelus-- I doubt it. Let's say I had a test
run and here I stand...still Angel...still souled."

Spike can't resist. "And a bloody marvelous test run it was."

Wes nods and sighs again. "I guess we'll just have to trust you.
But please, for pity's sake, lock the door if you're going to snog
from now on."

Angel sighs with relief and nods, "Can do, thank you all for
understanding. I had really hoped you all would. I need him in my
life. He's always been central since he's been in it. I just had to
wake up and realize it. So thank you."

Spike smiles happily and wistfully hearing Angel say this. He
couldn't wait til the day was over. The morning meeting gets
underway and continues as normal, aside from the occasional glances
his way from those at the table.

It seems the day lasts forever, but finally it ends and the two of
them go up the elevator to the penthouse. It's all Spike can do not
to jump Angel in the elevator. They are kissing passionately as the
doors open. Spike starts undressing Angel, his fingers working the
buttons of his shirt.

Angel smiles. "What's going on with you all of a sudden?"

"All of a sudden? Been waiting to shag you all day. You forget the
offer you made this morning?"

Angel smiles slyly. "Maybe, remind me what did I say?"

"You know...things working both ways. Like on the sub. Been
dreaming about it since you said it." Spike knows Angel is just
teasing him, but he can't resist taking the bait.

Angel hums and taps his chin. "I think I remember that conversation."

Spike goes back to unbuttoning Angel's shirt. "So you understand why
I'm in such a sodding hurry to get you naked."

Angel nods, but backs up and unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way
and lets it slide down his arms slowly. "Yeah, I understand but maybe
I wanna be fickle." Angel smirks.

"Oh, bloody hell! Fuck, Angel, you want me to beg?" Spike sinks to
his knees. "Please, please, Angel, don't make me have waited all day
for this for nothing. Please!"

Angel unbuckles his belt, then his pants, slipping them off, leaving
him in boxer briefs. He walks to Spike and puts his hand in his hair
stroking. "I never said I was gonna say no-- I said I was gonna be
fickle. Fickle all done now. Tell me how you want me."

Spike strokes one hand onto Angel's thigh and another against his
crotch. "Well, on the bed for a start." He chuckles. Then his
voice drops low and husky. "And I think I want to be able to see your
eyes."

Angel nods. "Fair enough, Will." Angel pulls back, then leans over,
kissing Spike softly. He walks over to the bed and slips off his
boxer briefs, his ass exposed as he bends. Then he lays down on his
back and gets comfortable, his legs relaxed on the bed. He looks at
Spike, his voice hoarse with wanting. "Come fuck me, Will, I want
you."

Spike swallows as Angel drops the last bit of cloth and starts
stripping off his own clothes in a fevered rush at Angel's words. He
is soon naked and moving towards the bed, grabbing the tube of KY
from the bedside table as he goes. He lubes up a finger and starts
to work it around Angel's pucker, and then slowly in. Angel breathes
shallow breathes but doesn't close his eyes. He look s right at
Spike. "We're fucking order right to hell, you know?"

"Yes. If it really, really bothers you we can always stop." Spike
looks him intently in the eyes. He is sincere in his offer but he
cheats just a little, brushing the prostate at just that moment.

Angel cries out in ecstasy, but forces himself to relax and keeps his
eyes on Spike* "Cheater. But no, don't stop. Already fucked it once,
why not do it again? I just wanted it out there. Wanted to make it
real for me."

Spike leans forward and capture's Angel's mouth in a kiss as he works
the finger slowly in and out. "I love you so damn much." He strokes
his other hand down Angel's face, rubbing his thumb along his jawline
and kissing him again.

Angel smiles and pushes back on the fingers slowly. "I love you Will."

Spike can't wait any longer. He applies some lube to the head of his
cock and maneuvers himself into position. He slowly starts pushing
against Angel until the ring of muscle gives way and he is inside
Angel. He cries out in joy and then pushes deeper and deeper into
Angel. He leans forward, keeping his eyes locked with Angel's,
watching every expression. "You feel so fucking good, so
tight....can't believe this is happening!"

Angel smiles and pants and runs his hands along Spike's face. "It is,
it is baby. You're inside me. It feels good. You feel good, Will."

Spike starts moving and grinding his hips, making sure to hit the
prostate as he pumps in and out. He splays his hands across Angel's
chest and rubs them over Angel's nipples, rolling them into hard
points. "Want to...want to be so good for you."

Angel moans. "When, when aren't you? Always are..always."

Spike moves a hand between their bellies and wraps his long clever
fingers around Angel's cock, slowly stroking, as he starts to thrust
faster in and out of Angel, picking up speed. Angel rocks faster with
Spike and shivers when his hand wraps around his cock.

"Talk to me, Angel, please...tell me how it is...let me hear your
voice."

Angel's eyes flash. He opens his mouth, then closes it, and seems to
be struggling. Spike leans forward and kisses him again. He
whispers against his lips. "Please. I need it so much."

Angel closes his eyes and takes a breath, then opens them. He has
never been as vulnerable as he is now, his brogue slipping through
the cracks. "What do ye wish me ta say William?"

"How you feel right now...how this makes you feel. What is going on
inside. I want to know you...really know you. Please, please, luv,
let me in all the way." Spike's eyes are huge and open, a deeper
blue than Angel has ever seen. His face is waiting and hopeful.

"I feel taken, filled. It makes me feel wanted and ravished. Inside,
I'm happy and sated, but wanting more, always wanting more from ye.
And you know me Will, you always known me. I'll let ye go anywhere
you want inside me. I'm yours."

Spike closes his eyes and sighs deeply, and then starts thrusting
harder and faster. He opens his eyes again and moves in to kiss
Angel, hard and deep, plundering his mouth. He didn't know it was
possible to feel any more than he already felt, but right now he was
closer to Angel than he had ever been. Angel thumps back just as
hard and whimpers into Spike's mouth.

Spike pulls back. "I have never wanted you more than at this
moment."

Angel chuckles and moans. "Ok, not so sure if I should be flattered
or not."

Spike chuckles back. "Tosspot. Wanker. Poof. 'Cause you opened up
to me, that's what I meant. I swear." He shakes his head.

Angel smiles and kisses Spike softly and pulls back. "I know, wasn't
so hard after a second or two."

"So, since I have you talking...how do you want it?" Spike smiles,
repeating the question Angel had asked him last night.

Angel mock scowls. "Ok, you know I'm a perv, no fair to turn my ways
back on me. I don't know, Will. What's the best way? You're asking
the wrong guy here."

Spike chuckles. "Couldn't resist, mate. Both ways have their
pluses...hard and fast gets you there sooner, but slow and
sweet...well, that's usually a bigger orgasm, real mind-blower. At
least that's how it worked on my end."

"You pick, William. Right now, all I care about is this experience--
I don't care how we do it, I don't care how much you need me to talk,
I will. Right now I have your dick in my ass and all that concerns me
is making you happy. So you do it how you want Will."

Spike's eyes glitter. "Leaving it up to me, then? Then I want to
see you really, really cum...so it's sweet and slow. Pull your legs
up so your knees are in the air. Let me get in deeper."

Angel does as asked he lifts his knees up in the air and waits. "Like
this?"

"Yeah." Spike moves his hands to grab his knees and pushes back
against them, causing Angel's ass to angle up harder against him. He
pushes in deep and slow, grinding hard against the prostate, and
starts a slow, firm stroke in and out, keeping the pressure on the
prostate but not picking up the speed at all. Now the only direct
stimulation to Angel's cock was the slow friction of their bellies.

Angel bucks and grabs the bedsheets. "Oh, shit, shit,
shit.....SHIT......nooo, noo , noo...oh god."

"Too late...gave you the choice earlier and you didn't take it."
Spike laughs, low and evil. "Figure I can keep this up for a good
half-hour at least before you'll be able to cum."

Angel whimpers. "God, William...no, oh god."

"Maybe more. It's all up to my self-control, how long before I can
keep this up before I have to start pumping harder to finish myself
off."

Angel eyes flash. "Evil, hateful boy..." *He bucks back as much as he
can, moaning.

Spike just smiles and keeps up the slow, torturous pace. He reaches
about the fifteen minute mark and is trying to decide whether or not
to take mercy on Angel and speed up. Angel has been trying to force
the issue, bucking back and trying to increase the pace, but Spike
has maintained his control. He is enjoying this *entirely* too
much.

Angel panting and moaning, screams out. "Jesus Christ
William...please my beautiful boy please, please Jesus please Will."

Ah...the magic words. 'Please, my beautiful boy'. Spike
sighs. "Who am I to refuse such a beautiful plea?" He starts moving
faster and faster, jackhammering his hips in a punishing pace,
keeping the same angle and pressure he has maintained all along.

Angel cries out. "Fuck..I can't I can't Will have to...have to."

"Go ahead, just look into my eyes." He stares directly at Angel,
wanting to see this moment.

Angel shakes and holds back long enough to look deep into Spike's
eyes, then he cums with a roar, shooting up his chest and on
Spike's. "Willllll."

Spike sees the moment of vulnerability and pleasure in Angel's eyes
and he knows he will treasure this moment forever. Spike lets go
himself, coming hard, explosions in his head, looking into Angel's
eyes. "Annnnnnnnggggeellllll!"

A few minutes later, after much unnecessary panting and breathing,
Angel threads his fingers in Spike's sweaty hair and whispers. "I
understand now lad, I understand completely well."

Spike rubs his face on Angel's chest, breathing in his
scent. "Understand what?"

"The power in that act... the ways you can wring anything out of
another human being. I always saw it and it imagined it. Even had it
once, but I never really understood it. I thought the power came from
the act, it doesn't it comes from the pleasure. Seeing the pleasure
and feeling it."

"Yeah." Spike purrs happily, the vibrations shaking his chest and
transferring to Angel's skin. "Takes being on that end to really see
it. I figured it out the first time I tried holding back on you,
and you got so sodding mad, and kept at me til I couldn't hold back
and begged and showed you everything. I'm sure you thought I was
just being disobedient, but I was trying to hold onto the power.
Never could though, not with you. You could always make me beg."

Angel smiles and kisses Spike's head. "At first yes--but later it was
just to hear your voice. I can't say the power wasn't a good topping--
it was. It made me so hard to have you whine and moan and beg for
me."

"Yeah." Spike purrs even harder. "Got to love it, you know, the
whining and the moaning and the begging. The submission. I love
being your bitch, your little..." he smiles as he says
this, "whore."

Angel hardens instantly. "Idgit."

Spike rubs himself against Angel, causing their cocks to brush and
slide softly over each other. "You love it."

Angel moans. "Damn fucking right I do, don't stop."

"You like it when I use all my powers to tempt you, flaunt myself,
move in the way that you love, brush you, touch you, kneel for you,
crawl for you... and you know that I'll do it all and more, because I
belong to you."

Angel growls and bucks his hips back into Spike's. "Damn it boy,
shit ....move damn it ....shush and move."

Spike keeps rubbing back and forth. "Touch you softly, brushing my
fingers over your skin. Kneel before you, stroking your thighs, and
all those tender little spots between your legs that I know so well.
Put my mouth on your cock...do that terrible wicked thing with my
tongue, over and over, til you grab my head and fuck my mouth,
because you want to possess me so badly." He keeps talking, low and
sexily.

Angel grabs Spike's face and kisses him hard, plundering his mouth
with his own. He rocks into Spike harder, rubbing them against each
other tightly, growling and circling his hips frantically. Spike
moans and keeps grinding against Angel. When Angel at last pulls
back from the kiss, he looks into Angel's eyes, and starts chanting,
softly, "Yours, yours, yours" over and over.

Angel's eyes flash and he flips them, pushing Spike's legs back and
licking two fingers and plunging them into Spike's hole. His voice is
low and dark with arousal. "Tell me again."

"Yours, yours, all yours, always and only yours," Spike says,
shivering with need and arousal.

Angel spreads one of his hands on Spike's chest, touching and
caressing every part he can reach, while pumping his fingers back and
forth inside him. "Yes, yes you are...only mine William, always only
mine."

Spike arches to meet Angel's hand as it moves across his body,
mewling and purring. "Bloody fucking hell, yes, Angel. Forever and
Always. Yours." He is painfully hard and his whole body is
screaming with need. He might have teased Angel into this but it
always worked on him too, reducing him to a helpless slave...just
like when Angelus worked to enslave him it always worked to make him
need William all the more.

Angel hums in approval and takes his fingers out. He positions
himself and slowly enters Spike inch by inch until he is fully
seated, and his arm muscles flex with the power to keep still enough
to let Spike adjust. Spike wraps his legs around Angel and locks them
behind him, pulling himself hard against him. He whimpers. "So
good, so damn good..."

Angel shivers. "Good boy, so good, work yourself on me take your
pleasure." Spike pushes up on one arm and hooks the other around
Angel's neck, pulling up against him. He locks his arms behind
Angel's neck and starts pulling and pushing himself, working his
whole body against Angel's, working sinuously against him, slamming
himself hard and pushing back again. Angel puts his fingers in the
middle of Spike's back and kneads the muscles as they move and
stretch. He whispers in Spike's ear, "I'm in love with you.....every
part of you. You're perfection, William."

Spike moans at this, his insides turn to goo. "You do say the
sweetest fucking things, Angel."

Angel licks the shell of Spike's ear and chuckles. "Have had
practice, my dear lad, lots of practice, but I say the truth. You're
my perfect, beautiful boy. No one on the earth like you, Will."

"How the sodding hell was I ever supposed to resist you when you talk
like that?" He whimpers in the back of his throat. "I try to be,
though... perfect, for you. In fact..." he begins to clamp and
unclamp the muscles in his rear passage, milking Angel's cock as he
moves up and down, "a little something more for you."

Angel growls and pumps deeper and brushes over Spike;s
prostate. "Fuck... Will, Jesus... yesssss....god I love you."

Spike pulls himself up and kisses Angel gently and softly, and
whispers against his lips, "I love you. I never stopped."

Angel whimpers and rubs his nose along Spike's. He angles to go
deeper and glide easier, then he brings his hand between them to
close his fist around Spike's cock in a loose fist and starts to pump
him.

Spike begins to mewl and groan and moves faster and harder up and
down. "Close...damn...fuck.... bloody ...hell ...so ...close!"

Angel shakes his head. "No, William, I'm not gonna say it. We're
equals now, baby. You want to, just do it. I'm not gonna say it. So
do it if you want, baby."

Spike whimpers in frustration. Angel's words could always push him
over the edge. So now he hovered, unable to quite make himself give
in, pumping harder and faster, trying to reach completion.

Angel hears the whimper and whispers against Spike's
lips. "Whatsamatter, beautiful boy?"

"I need you to say it, please, please, god fuck please say it
Angel." Spike whimpers pitifully again.

Angel has to grip the bed sheets not to ram so hard he may come out
Spike's throat-- the feeling so intense, the power Spike hands him,
gives him. He hovers over the edge himself and nods whispering, "Cum
for me Will, cum for me." All it takes is the sound of the words and
Spike lets go, cumming hard on their stomachs, screaming his
pleasure. Angel cums following right behind Spike, holding to him
and jarring and hammering his hips.

Spike slumps against Angel, arms and legs still locked around
him. "Sorry."

Angel lifts his head from Spikes shoulder and look at him. "For what?"

"Sorry you had to say it. We may be equals and everything, but I'm
still your boy."

Angel shakes his head and kisses Spike's head. "Do I look mad, Will?"

"No." Spike smiles. "No, you don't at that."

"Good, cause I'm not. I just wanted to try to give you more freedom.
Doesn't mean just cause it didn't work it made me mad. Just means my
power trip nature just got boosted a notch-- which may or may not be
good."

Spike purrs and rubs against him. "I'll live with the consequences."

Angel nods. "You always have, beautiful boy, always have." He pulls
out and lays down next to him, and puts his hand on Spike's tummy,
caressing.

Spike moans. "Those damn words...you fucking control me with
words." He is still purring and stretches, cat-like, working the
kinks out of his muscles and rubbing against Angel's hand.

"What ones?" And he stresses each one with his deep
voice. "...MY ......BEAUTIFUL .....BOY... those ones?"

Spike shivers and moans again. "Yes, those words. Among others, but
definitely those words."

Angel cuddles close and hums, tracing tiny circles on Spike's stomach
and abs. "You are, you know—beautiful. It didn't take much thought
to come up with the name."

"Never saw myself that way before you came along. I always thought
of myself as this awkward, plain-looking, ridiculous young man who
couldn't attract a single soul. You saw me that way and then
suddenly I was, because you said so. And then the 'my'- you claimed
me, I belonged to someone, someone wanted me. And then the 'boy'-
makes me feel all weak and helpless and submissive. Together...I'm
powerless to resist those words when you say them."

"Well, when you say Sire or just my name you make me powerless too,
Will."

Spike smiles wistfully. "I remember the first time I asked to call
you Sire. Damn near drilled me through the bed."

Angel smiles in memory. "You did always have a knack for springing
the stuff that made me go nuts when we were having sex."

Spike chuckles. "Yeah, I do have a wicked sense of timing." He
takes Angel's hand and kisses the palm, then rubs his face into it,
purring the whole time. "The gang reacted well today, don't you
think?"

Angel nods and pulls Spike closer, nuzzling into the back of Spike's
neck. "Yes, they did. I was really surprised by Gunn and Wes letting
me off as easy as they did. I knew Fred and Lorne would be ok."

"I don't know about Gunn, but I have a sneaking suspicion Wes was
that easy because he's in love with Fred and doesn't want to look bad
in front of her." Spike chuckles.

Angel laughs. "Possibly, but what does that matter? We got what we
wanted without little to no fuss. I say thank god for Fred being
cute."

"Yeah, I agree." Spike looks up into Angel's eyes. "So what do we
want now?"

Angel threads his fingers through Spike's. "Ah, the question to beat
all questions. I don't know, William Matthew Foster. What do you
want?"

Spike's eyes sparkle as he looks back at Angel. "Liam Frances
O'Donnell, I want you. I want to belong to you and have you belong
to me."

Angel nods. He rolls back between Spike's legs and pushes his thighs
up with his legs. "All right then, we mate with one another and we
have exactly that. Are you sure?"

"Yes. We should have done this 124 years ago. Would've saved us
both a lot of misery." Spike grins. "Oh, I know we couldn't. But I
wanted it then. I wanted it sixty years ago on that sub. I wanted it
six years ago when I first saw you in Sunnydale. And I wanted it
when I came out of the amulet and saw your face again."

Angel caresses Spike's face. "I know all my fault, always I know
that. I'll make it better I will."

"No, not your fault, not saying that. Just saying this isn't a
sudden decision I've made." Spike runs his hand through Angel's
hair.

Angel nods. "I have wanted it, though, Will. I have."

"So what's stopping you?" His voice is teasing but his face is
intense and serious.

Angel sucks two fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Then
he takes them out and traces around Spike's hole, dipping his fingers
in, then back out. "Nothing is. Why?"

Spike whimpers, never breaking eye contact with Angel. "So this is
really going to happen?" His voice is a low purr.

Angel nods, intent on his task. Then he says low after a minute of
silent play. "Yes, if you want it, then yes, this is really
happening."

"Yes, Sire...yes, I want it to happen." The planes of Spike's face
seem to soften and his eyes glow. It's a lovely, transcendent look.
Angel has never seen it before.

Angel intakes a breath of unnecessary air and runs his free hand up
to Spike's face to caress the cheekbones. "You're so beautiful,
William."

"And you are the handsomest, most magnificent man I have ever seen."
Spike is still regarding him with that expression. "I loved you from
the first moment I saw you."

Angel smiles softly and lovingly. He removes his fingers to position
himself at Spike's waiting hole. "Aye, I feel the same, William, I
feel the same. Are thee ready?"

"Yes. Never been more ready." Spike smiles back at Angel.

"Ok." And with that Angel enters Spike slowly and softly, taking his
time, no need to rush this important and special happening.

Spike thrusts back gently, just enough to rock up and meet Angel's
thrusts. He tries hard to feel and see and hear and smell and taste
every moment, to remember it with perfect clarity forever.

Angel whispers while looking right in Spike's eyes. "Times like this
I wish I wasn't the only painter, so I could paint us like this,
doing this."

Spike can't help it, a mischievous smile crosses his lips. "We could
videotape, and you could paint from that. Have to be careful about
the tape though."

Angel smiles. "That requires leaving your body, and the chances of
that, Will, you should know, are slim to none."

Spike chuckles. "You could call a minion to come do it. Phone's
right there."

Angel shivers, shakes his head, and leans up slightly to stretch his
arm to the nightstand. He opens the drawer and brings out a remote.
He looks at Spike. "Ok, kinky. I can record. There's a video
recorder in the wall entertainment center. Thanks for making me get a
sudden and very vivid reminder. You want to record it?" He raises an
eyebrow.

"Yes...it's like a really entertaining wedding video." His face gets
serious. "No, honestly, I can't imagine anything much more wonderful
than being able to keep this moment forever. Except, of course, the
moment itself."

Angel nods. "All right." He pushes a button. The center opens, then
he pushes another and a lens opens in the corner, once more and a red
light comes on. He tosses the remote on the nightstand. "There, Will,
all getting recorded, beginning to end."

Spike pulls himself up to Angel and kisses him, and then lowers back
down. "Spoiling me as usual."

Angel smiles. "Notice that, do ya?"

"Yeah. Sooner or later, you've always given me almost everything
I've ever wanted. Soon to be everything."

Angel mock scowls. "Damn foiled plot." He chuckles, then bends over
and groans when he sinks deeper. He kisses Spike, then starts to rock
his hips ever so slowly. Spike rubs his hands over Angel's neck and
shoulders and chest, feeling the muscles, stroking the smooth skin.
He writhes his body against Angel, wanting to touch skin to skin,
body to body. He moans and purrs. Angel rumbles his chest softly,
letting the vibration tingle their chests. He angles his hips a bit
and then starts to rock again now caressing another area inside
Spike. Spike hisses between his teeth as Angel pushes deeper. He
relaxes, wants to keep feeling him there, and pushes back a little
harder. He slides one leg up the side of Angel's body, letting him
move closer and deeper. He strokes Angel's face. "So majestic, so
sublime."

Angel smiles big-- he can't help it. "Thank you."

"You should smile more often...transforms your whole face." Spike
says fondly. He moans loudly, then as Angel's thrust hits a new and
deeper spot in him.

Angel registers the smile thing for later and keeps rocking towards
the spot that made Spike moan loudly. "You're so feline and lithe,
Will--so like art your body is. The way it moves and flexes with each
movement you make."

Spike moans as Angel hits the spot again. "You said something like
that the first time we hunted together. You have your own
grace...can't take my eyes off you when you do Tai Chi. And you
remember dancing together? We made every person in the room stop and
watch us."

"I remember, we couldn't decide if they were gaping out of shock or
if they were mesmerized by us. But I couldn't see anyone or care
about anyone but you. It's always been that way William, from the
moment you stumbled into my life. You are all I see."

"Damn, that silver fucking tongue again. It's a wonder anyone has
ever resisted that. I've missed it, all this time we've been sniping
at each other. You made me red with embarrassment when you talked
like that the first time. I had never had anyone speak to me like
that, much less another man. I wanted to melt into you then, but it
took you a little while to wear me down. I was too afraid of being a
deviant to surrender my idea of what was right and wrong. I'd touch
myself, though, and remember what you said, and the way you looked."

Angel moans low in remembrance of catching William doing just that,
and angles once again, this time going straight for the prostate. He
whispers, "I remember that too, I broke every law, every lore for
you. I never cared and I never looked back. You made me powerless and
addicted Will--you made me your slave."

Spike cries out in joy when Angel hits his prostate and moans at
Angel's words. "And you made me yours."

"Yes, had to...needed to...no other choice. You're made for me, you
were always mine."

"Always yours. Lost from the minute our eyes met." Spike whimpers
and licks his lips, then pulls Angel down to kiss him.

Angel and Spike kiss, and it feel like forever-- endlessly losing
themselves in the rhythm and memories-- tasting and touching,
caressing and moving. It is a kiss only vampires could make—no need
to pause for breath, no need to end the kiss until perfectly ready.
Finally Angel starts to lose his gentle pace for a more intense and
frantic one. He pulls back and whispers, "I love you William."

"I love you Liam. Should it be now?"

Angel nods and smiles slightly. "Yes beautiful boy, it should be
now. I Angel, Angelus, Liam Frances O'Donnell pick you William
Matthew Foster as my mate for now and eternity."

"I William the Bloody, Spike, William Matthew Foster pick you Liam
Frances O'Donnell as my mate for now and eternity." His face starts
to wrinkle and shift as he puts on his demon visage.

Angel changes into his gameface and lowers his fangs, coming closer,
only needing the bite from mating to cum and complete the process.
Spike moves his fangs to touch the skin on Angel's neck, and feels
Angel's on his. As if they read each other's minds, they sink their
teeth in perfectly together, drinking of each other's hot sex-soaked
blood and then pull back, licking the wounds closed. "Mine!" says
Spike.

"Mine." Says Angel, and he licks the wound closed.

"Yours." says Spike, his features shifting back to normal as he cums
hard.

Angel shivers with the joy of it as he cums whispering, "Yours."

Spike clings to Angel, his eyes just on the edge of tears. "Mated
now. Never going to be apart again."

Angel's voice chokes with what seems to be extreme emotion, his head
buried in Spike's neck. "Never again, my boy."

Spike can't help it. He chuckles. "Bloody lucky thing we got turned
into puppets."

Angel laughs. "Why is that?"

"Got us to stop sniping and start talking. We could've danced around
this for years otherwise."

Angel nods. "True, very true. Then we might have to visit the don't
room on our anniversaries."

"May have to." He gives a wicked smile to Angel. "How much tape do
you have left in that thing?"

Angel picks his head up and looks into Spike's eyes. "Why?"

"I think we need to get some more on tape. For artistic purposes, of
course."

Angel smiles and dips down and licks Spike's lips. "Naughty boy, how
I love you." And he wraps his Spike's legs high up on his back and
starts to make love to Spike again. The experience is new once again
now that they are mated forever and always. Amen.


THE END