Angels Bad Night

\ off off before you break a rib," Spike grumbled. He was all for a hard, fast fuck. However, he drew the line when his sire, all
two hundred some pounds of him, decided to use him for a pillow afterward.

Angel was too exhausted to move, but he complied. He knew Spike was right, he was well over twice his childe's weight. He withdrew from Spike's body and leaned back against the counter. "I need a shower," he decided.

Spike grunted, still leaning against the table. Showers could wait. Taking a shower required moving. And moving required
conscious thought. And the only thought that Spike was capable of at the moment was "Sleep now. Sleep good." So that's what he
was going to do: sleep. Right here.

Angel grinned at his boy's reply. "Well, fine. If you don't want to join me, then--"

Spike shot up off the table and whirled around. Before Angel could take back his offer, Spike kissed him, soundly and
thoroughly. He groaned as he felt himself growing hard again. Damn vampire stamina. He smiled against Angel's mouth as he felt
the other vampire's erection pressing against his stomach. On second thought, vampire stamina wasn't all that bad when it was
mutual.

Angel pulled away finally. "Shower," he reminded Spike.

"Lead the way," Spike said and followed Angel out into the lobby. He rolled his eyes when Angel gathered up their clothes,
before proceeding upstairs. He followed Angel up to the second floor and down a long hall. They finally reached what was
apparently Angel's bedroom, if the black silk sheets on the bed were any indication. *Pouff.*

Further strengtng Sng Spike's assessment of him, Angel laid their clothes carefully over a chair before retreating to the
bathroom. Spike rolled his eyes again and decided it was a good thing he'd shown up in L.A. when he had. He was desperately
needed here, to teach his sire how to brood less and lighten up more.

Not that he wouldn't enjoy every minute of it, he acknowledged as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and admired the view.
His sire had to be the most beautiful, perfect creature that Spike had ever laid eyes on. The inspiration for pages upon
pages of poetry written by his devoted childe, though Angelus had never laid eyes on one paragraph of it. William had been too
unsure, too frightened of the possibility of being mocked, to let Angelus anywhere near his writing. Later, as he and his sire
had drifted further apart due to that bitch of a grand-sire's manipulations, Spike had abandoned his poetry. Instead, he
sought relief from his traitorous feelings for Angelus in the distractions provided by booze and railroad spikes.

So much had happened in a hundred and twenty-four years. But still one thing remained the same: the way Spike felt about the other vampire. Angelus or Angel, it didn't matter, he was still Spike's Sire. In fact, the only reason Spike had tried so hard
to despise Angel was because he had been certain that was how Angel had felt about him. He hadn't wanted to want someone that
didn't want him.

At least with Angelus, even when he was being beaten, there was an underlying message: He was Angelus'. Until tonight, Spike had
been certain that wasn't how Angel felt; on the contrary, Spike was a reminder of all that Angel despised about his past.

Spike had never even imagined that, like him, Angel had been ignoring what he'd wanted, certain it could never be. He wondered how long this would last, though. He didn't want to start something that would just end in his being alone eventually. Spike wasn't
so sure he could stand it if his sire left him again.

Angel had not been unaware that his childe was standing in the doorway. He hadoredored him long enough to get the showrunnrunning, though. He turned and was surprised by the incredibly sad look on his boy's face. "Spike?" Angel frowned, and walked
up to him. "What is it?"

*What the hell, just ask him,* Spike decided. "Are you sure about this?"

Angel understood the question, of course. It was the same thing he was wondering about Spike. How long until he changes his mind
agaie ree reached out and cradled Spike's face in his hands. "I'm not going to wake up tomorrow or the next day or any day in
the future and change my mind about this," he assured the younger vampire.

"I'm not going to lie to you and say it's always going to be easy, though. I know it won't be. But I'm tired of this life, Spike. What good is an eternity without another person to share it with? So if you're willing to be that person, I'm willing to do everything in my power to make this work."

"What about your humans?" Spike asked. "Technically, I'm still evil," he pointed out.

Angel smiled. "If you're willing to compromise and not kill innocent people, I'm willing to compromise and look the other way when you hunt murderers or rapists. Cordy, Wes and Gunn will accept you, as long as you don't antagonize them." At Spike's 'you're kidding' look, he amended, "...too m"
"

Spike cracked a smile. "'S'pose I can try."

"That's good enough for me," Angel replied with a smile of his own. "Now I'm taking that shower before the hot water
disappears." He turned and got into the shower, pulling the curtain closed again. He stood under the hot water for almost
five minutes and had begun to think if Spike had regained his sanity and fled, when the curtain was pulled back.

Spike smiled at the obviously relieved look in his sire's eyes as he stepped into the shower. He _had_ thought for a moment
that the smart thing would really be to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Spike knew that the fledgling William who had
always wanted nothing more than to be with his sire was still in there somewhere, and therefore he would never be one one to do
the leaving.

"Gimme some of the hot water, Peaches," Spike demanded.

Angel sighed but moved back to let his boy stand under the spray. "I hate that name," he growled.

"Tough," Spike grinned over at him. "Wanker," he added with a chuckle. "Hey!" he yelled in surprise when he was shoved back
against the cold tile wall, but his protest was stifled by a passionate kiss.

Angel enclosed his boy's already erect cock in his hand, as he kissed him thoroughly, swallowing Spike's groan of pleasure. He
growled when Spike's hand found his cock, matching him stroke for stroke. He moved to Spike's throat to suck and nip at the
skin, as Spike panted and gasped underneath his attentions.

Angel felt himself approaching climax and sped up the movements of his hand, causing Spike to whimper in pleasure. "That's it,"
he whispered in his boy's ear. "Come for me, my William."

"Angel," Spike groaned as his orgasm washed over him. He heard Angel follow him over the edge. He was grateful for the
weight of his sire for once, as it pinned him against the wall and kept him from collapsing to the floor. "Bloody hell," he
gasped when he'd recovered use of his voice

Angel chuckled, his face buried in his boy's neck. "Yeah," he agreed.

***********

After getting washed up, the two vampires dried and finally emerged from the bathroom. Spike pulled on his jeans again and
ran downstairs to get the bag with his few belongings out of his car.

Angel pulled on a pair of black silk boxer shorts and collapsed in a chair in his room, completely exhausted. It had been a very
long night. He looked up when Spike walked back in.

"So... where do I put my things?" Spike wondered.

"Oh," Angel hadn't thought about it til then, but Spike would probably want his own room. He'd been a Master Vampire for quite
some time, after all and Angel had no intention of turning him back into a fledgling. "You can use any room you want," he said.


"Okay," Spike nodded. "Guess all the others would be free." He turned and went across the hall, figuring correctly that all the
rooms would be identical. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he chose a room close to his sire's, he was not
that pathetic. *I'm not,* he insisted to the voice in his head that felt otherwise.

Angel followed him in and handed him fresh sheets for the bed. "So I'm going to call it a night," he said.

"Yeah," Spike replied, taking the sheets and throwing them on the bed along with his duffel bag of the few clothes and cd's
he'd taken with him from Sunnydale. He didn't look up at Angel, trying not to show his disappointment that he wasn't being asked
to stay with Angel tonight. Not that he didn't want his own room, but he'd never been much for sleeping alone. Best example
of that fact: Harmony.

"Spike?"

"What?" Spike asked, not turning around, pretending to unpack.

"Spike."

Spike sighed and turned around.

"You're my childe, but I have noereserest in dominance games. You're your own vampire and have been for a very long time. I
want you to understand, I'm not going to try to change that, which is why I offered you a room of your own." Angel said. "Not
because I don't want you to stay with me. Tonight or any other night, you're always welcome in my room and in my bed."

Angel paused, wanting to say more but fearing he'd said too much already. He turned and left, returning to his own room. He
flipped off the light switch and crawled into bed with a weary sigh.

Fifteen minutes later, he sensed a presence in the room and smiled. He'd been hoping his boy would take the hint. He turned
his head and could just make out the form of the other vampire in the dark room, standing in the doorway.

Spike knew the moment when his sire sensed his presence. When Angel turned to look at him, Spike whined, "I'm too tired to
make my bed, ya wore me out."

Angel bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Well then I suppose you'll just have to sleep here tonight."

"Damn right I will," Spike nodded. He walked over and slipped into the bed next to Angel with a contented sigh. His souled
sire was a pouff, but a pouff who had really good taste in silk sheets. He smiled when Angel curled up behind him and threw an
arm around Spike's waist, pulling him back against his chest. *I can definitely get used to this,* was his last thought as he
drifted off to sleep.

Angel pulled Spike back against his chest and smiled contentedly. *Why wouldn't I be content? I've got my favorite childe back, I don't feel alone, like I have since I left my family. The night may have begun on a bad note, but the morning definitely turned out much better than I could ever have dreamed it would. Hopefully it will stay this way for a very loime,ime, because I can definitely get used to mornings like this.* With that thought, Angel followed his childe into pleasant dreams.

*********
The End