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Hell Is In the Details	By : SpikesHeart Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hell Is In the
Details � Interlude � Come What May

�Welcome back, sweet
thing. Did you really think I�d let something as accommodating as you go
without a real fight? C�mon now � open up those eyes and remember who you
belong to.�

Spike awoke in a panic, a guttural scream bursting forth
from his very soul. He couldn�t move � he was held down and restrained! He
struggled weakly, giving up as he slowly sank back towards the oblivion he�d
occupied forever.

Lorne was near panicking, himself. He could feel Spike
slipping away, as his muscles went lax within his arms. He�d yelled at and
shaken the panicky vampire � anything to get Spike to focus on the here and
now. Nothing helped. Instinct took over, and Lorne soothed him as one would a
frightened infant. He pressed a kiss to Spike�s forehead. Another to his
temple, all the while stroking his long green fingers gently through the
vampire�s hair and along his neck and shoulders.

Spike moaned.

Just a little sound, half conscious and thready�
but it went straight to the empath�s cock, settling
into a slow tingle low down in his belly. Caught up in that sound and the
moment, Lorne continued placing gentle kisses� on Spike�s cheekbones, eyelids,
the tip of his nose, and ended with a soft glide against his lips.

Realization set in, and Lorne started to pull away,
horrified at his own actions.

Spike�s arms snaked around the retreating man�s neck,
holding him close � returning the gentle pressure with his own mouth, soft and
steady � slowly opening to run the tip of his tongue against the seam of the
other man�s lips.

One more closed mouth kiss, and Spike pulled away,
whispering a heart-felt thank you against his lips.

Lorne was stunned � and deeply ashamed. He couldn�t look
directly at Spike, ans turned away, rubbing his hand
over his face. �Look� don�t. Just � what the hell are
you thanking me for? I took advantage of you, after all you�ve been through,
and ��

�Oh pet, don�t go there.� Spike�s voice was weak, but
steadier than before. �You gave me comfort. First I�ve had in� I can�t
remember. What day is it? I don�t even know how long I was gone for.�

Unable to turn back and look the vampire
in the eyes, Lorne murmured, �It�s the end of May, Spike.�

�Huh. Just a few weeks, then. Feels like longer.�

�May, 2005.� The empath stared at
the floor, bracing for Spike�s reaction. He wasn�t disappointed, or surprised.

�Bloody hell. You tellin� me I lost an entire year of my unlife?
I�ll be fucked� oh. Oh!� He groaned, grabbing at his hair in distress. �It�s
real then � what happened. Not just a nightmare?�

Lorne looked crestfallen. �Spike, I swear� if any of us had
known � if we�d had an <i>inkling</i> of what had been done �
of where you were��

�here, now, I told you to stop
that.� Spike startled Lorne by shushing him with a gentle finger on his lips. �S�not your fault, mate. You trust
who you trust, an� you had a history with the bloody tosser.
He�s got sides nobody but me an� Dru ever saw, and
you should be real grateful for that.

�Problem is, he was actin� off,
last I recall. More over the top-like than I can remember. Still a bit fuzzy on
the particulars, an� m�not
in the mood to talk about it all if that�s all right with you?�

Lorne dared a careful look back at the vampire, feeling the
hand of friendship that was bring extended. �So not a
problem, my friend,� he said slowly. �Listen, if you�re up to it, what say we
have a chat about other things over a nice mug of blood for you and a latte for
me? I seem to remember you asking for someone before you fell asleep last
night, and it bears discussing. I�ll just go and� uh� yeah.�

The empath beat a hasty retreat,
clearly still rattled by what had happened. While he was gone, it took Spike a
moment to recall just what Lorne was talking about.

Balls. And a fun time�s to be had by all.

Lorne returned with their respective drinks, along with a
platter of assorted cookies. �n�t n�t suppose you��

Grabbing a chocolate chip cookie, Spike dunked it into his
mug of blood and bit into it with obvious relish. �S�pose
I do at that, Lorne� is it? I love to eat, mate. �

Lorne shook his head. �You�re not at all what I expected,
Spike. From what I�ve seen, I�d say you�re pretty unique amongst vampires.
Certainly have a hell of a will to survive.�

�Just bloody stubborn, pet. ~Might as well grab the bull by the bloody
horns.~ If
I�m to go out at someone�s hands, it�s going to be at the Slayer�s. That�s
Buffy. We got enough history to have that as a promise. I need to go � she
takes me out.�

Lorne blinked. �Whoa there, buckaroo.
Are you telling me you want Buffy to come and kill you? After all this you�re
just gonna lay down and die
� dust?�

�Not hardly � dunno what the
chit�s gonna do when she finds out I�m still unliving. Last she saw I was falling to dust in the bottom
of Sunnyhell. Just need to give her the option.
�Course, I�d rather she be happy to see me, but with her� you just never know
how she�s gonna react. Amongst our lot, comin� back from the dead�s not
overly novel.�

Spike drained the last of his blood and placed the mug on
the nightstand with a thunk. �As for the �unique
amongst vampires� bit you�ve pegged me with, I�d say rare, instead. After all,
there are two souled vampires in the world, as much
as I�d like to dust the bastard, myself.�

Lorne was shocked at what he�d just heard. �Okay � I think I
need some explanations here. The information about the battle in Sunnydale was never clear-cut. Angel�s been very secretive
about a lot of things from what I�m hearing, specifically your role in it all. Not to mention your relationship with Buffy, and he�s never
said a word about you having a soul.�

As if he were trying to visibly hold himself together, Spike
wrapped his arms around his body. �Don�t know how to make sense of it all,
mate, but I�ll be simple as I can: Had some bad issues, went to Africa
and survived the Trials, asked for my soul back. Buffy an�me? Mortal enemies, very reluctant allies, lots
of twists in the middle and we ended up battlin� the
First together. Angel�s little trinket burned me from my soul out, wiping out
the Uber Vamps and sucking down the town into the Hellmouth. Gone now, �cept
for me being back and all.�

�Huh!� was all Lorne managed to say.

�So, my life�s a right mess here. What�s the chance of findin� the Slayer for me, mate? Seem to recall some sort
of party bein� thrown for her?�

~Criminies � how to explain this without letting on
about Angel and Buffy�s plans~ �You�re in luck, kiddo. Turns out I�ve been
asked to escort the little lady around town this Friday � two days from now.
The boss is stuck at meetings all day, and doesn�t want the little lady to be
bored. I do believe a meeting can be arranged.�

Spike ran his hand through his hair, a look of disgust
gracing his features. �You think we can do something about this mop? Right now
I�m bettin� I�m real glad I don�t reflect. An� clothes. Don�t know how I�m gonna��

�Never you mind, Spike. I�ll arrange for one of my contacts
to come in and fix you up any way you like, and I�ll provide a beginning
wardrobe of your choice. You can always pay me back when you get back on your
feet. I�m not hurting for moolah, believe me.�

The look on Spike�s face caused the empath
to pause. �What�s the matter, kid? You look like you lost your best friend.�

�S�not really important,� he
sighed. �It�s just�the one piece of clothing that ever meant anything to me is
gone.�

Lorne grinned. This he could make better. �I�ll be back in a
flash, Spike. I think I�ve got something to bring the smile back to that pretty
face.�

When he returned moments later, the duster held out in front
of him, he knew he�d done at least one thing right. Spike saw the beloved
leather coat held out in the green hands that had comforted him, and Spike�
Spike wept.

Healing tears.
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