Title: Windows 1/1
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Written for the darker_spike challenge "The Most Erotic Thing about 
Spike."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: Our wonderful Joss created them I had nothing to do with it-wish I had. 
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He lay on his side his dark gaze moving over the man that lay beside him cloaked 
in moonlight. So many years, he thought, yet still with each moment like this he 
found something even sweeter. Of course, he never allowed himself the pleasure of 
telling his lover what he found so exquisite about him, but then he'd denied 
himself a vast amount over the decades.

So many things about his lover were enticing. His body was flawless, a body that 
Michelangelo would have sold his soul to sculpt. Those dagger sharp cheekbones 
that drew your eyes down to a soft shapely mouth that could have belonged to an 
angel, but more often than not spewed a never-ending stream of vulgar obscenities. 
Moreover, who could disregard those curls once they had seen them fresh from the 
shower? Fine as silk and cascading like loose ribbons around that heavenly face. 

Of course, few had earned the privilege of seeing them in all their silvery glory. 
For some reason, his lover had always tried to hide that part of himself. Perhaps 
it was because of his short human life as a desperate and innocent Victorian 
gentleman---a young man whose heart had been shattered by the ignorant words of 
his 'friends'. It seemed more often than not that the young man had tried to 
obliterate that part of himself. His change of name, the harsh accent, peroxide, 
and the leather were all ways to conceal who he truly was.

He'd never been able to hide from his maker though. He'd always known that 
somewhere, buried beneath the lies, was what remained of the virtuous young poet. 
It was that fragment he loved deeply and that he wished so many others could see.

Smiling he studied the face before him that he'd come to both love and hate over 
the years as he fought with his own demons. These things weren't the ones that 
touched him so deeply. Actually, it wasn't just one, but two things---his eyes.

Even now, as he slept they were seductive. 

Midnight brows that stood out against the pale smoothness of his skin were perfect 
in their shape. Even the scar that bisected his left one was perfect, the scar 
only adding to the expressiveness. Smooth silky lids hid their color edged with 
gossamer lashes that left spidery shadows dancing on his cheeks in the pale 
moonlight.

He often thought that whoever had said that 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' 
had looked into Spike's eyes. Even when he'd been 'evil', there'd been something 
there. Something that he'd never seen in another vampire's eyes. Sometimes he 
wondered if his childe had been an anomaly. Perhaps Spike had never lost his soul 
to the demon, perhaps it had rested deep within him until he'd truly needed it 
once more.

All Angel did know was that beneath those smooth lids with their faint tracery of 
pale blue veins were two jeweled mirrors. His eyes were constantly changing in 
their shade of blue like the swirling depths of the ocean. One moment they might 
be the color of a robin's egg and the next the color of the early night sky when 
the remains of the day still clung like a whisper in the atmosphere. So many 
shades to choose from like the facets of a perfectly shaped sapphire that could 
catch the faintest of light and transform it to the shimmer of starlight.

Even what some would think of as flaws caused Angel to feel the warmth grow deep 
in his belly. The crinkle of pale skin around them as Spike laughed and the spark 
of fire that reflected back to Angel the one thing he'd always fought---his demon. 
It had been far easier to ignore that reflection that was missing until Spike had 
come back into his life. Now though he had no desire to ignore it. He reveled in 
it, got lost in it, and finally accepted it in one erotic moment.

"What you staring at, pet?"

Shaken from his thoughts, Angel met Spike's intense gaze from beneath his sleep 
heavy lids and smiled. "You..." he whispered.

"That right?" The corner of Spike's mouth twitched and his eyes crinkled with 
amusement.

Leaning in Angel's lips curled in a predatory smile. "Did you know that your eyes 
are the most erotic thing I've ever seen?"

Spike's scarred brow rose in a perfect arc. "Really?"

"Yes."

"You're such a poof." Spike snorted softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

With a growl, Angel pounced on his aggravating childe, his tongue flicking across 
Spike's cheek, and his gaze never leaving Spike's. "Ain't the only one, William..." 
he purred as he began tickling Spike's ribs sending him into a fit of laughter.

Such beauty in those sparkling jewels, Angel thought. For him in that moment he 
truly believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul for in his lover's eye 
he was granted a gift. Finally he was able to see his own soul and it's perfect 
match.





The End