It's An Adventure

Spike rose and began to pace the small confines of the cage. The damn thing was shrinking, closing in on him; he could *feel* the bars moving closer to him. His jaw was sore from clenching it, his head throbbed, his palms were damp with sweat and blood, his nails cutting into his palms as he clenched them tightly, over and over again, flexing his fingers, his skin was *crawling* and his chest *ached*. If he still had a functioning one, he'd be worried about having a heart attack. He *itched* from toe to head. He couldn't take this! The waiting was killing him! He had to get out of here. He reached out his hands and grabbed hold of the bars.

ZAP!!!!!

Spike sprang back, cursing and shaking his hands. "Shit!" He held them before his face and began to blow on them.

"How *fucking* long have the Bleathvores been gone, Peaches?" Spike asked, his ears still ringing from his latest electrocution.

Angel had opened one eye when Spike was zapped. He checked his watch, and closed his eye again. He let out a sigh. This was going to be a *long* night, he was sure. *Hell* kind of long. "It's been fifteen minutes, Spike."

"Well, hell, Sire." Spike raised his arms wide and let them fall, his torn duster flapping about. "You're gonna have to knock me out. I'll be as loopy as Dru in *another* fifteen minutes."

Angel snorted. "What makes you think you aren't *already* as loopy as Dru?"

"Ha. Ha. You're just suckin' the marrow right out of yer new found funny bone, eh, Peaches?" Spike began walking the perimeter of the cage, not looking at Angel. "It won't be long before I try to distract myself by bashing your head in. You *know* that doncha, Peaches?"

Angel didn't open his eyes. "I have half-an-hour at least." He smiled at Spike. "Maybe even forty-five minutes."

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Xander woke with a start. He had dozed off on the sofa. He looked over and noticed that Wesley and Cordelia had done the same thing. He looked at his watch and gasped when he saw the time. Five o'clock in the morning! Where *were* they?

"Cordy! Wes!" Xander stood and began to shake Wesley awake.

"Oh! I must have fallen asleep." Wesley removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked Xander, replacing his glasses.

"It's late! It's after five! They should have been *back* by now!"

Wesley stood and placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Calm down, Xander. I'm sure Angel and Spike are fine. They'll return with the needed item; Buffy will be safe."

Buffy? Xander gave the ex-watcher a confused look. Buffy? "I want *Spike*." He pushed Wesley away and went to shake Cordelia awake.

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Spike was looking at his boot. And then he was looking at Angel's head. The boot. The head. A match made in heaven, he was sure. He smiled a bit as he imagined how *good* it would feel to kick his Sire in the head. *Hard*.

"Spike." Angel muttered softly, eyes still closed.

Spike's eyes widened. "What?"

"*Don't*"

"Don't *what*?" Spike asked, all innocence.

"Whatever you're thinking about; don't do it."

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"We need to go look for them." Xander stated. Again.

Cordelia had woken and made a pot of coffee. Really *bad* coffee and ignored his desperate need to take action.

"Xander, I'm sure they're *fine*. Angel can *so* handle himself. And Spike? Well, it's *demons* they're fighting, right? No problem for grumpy."

Xander gave her a dirty look. "Where does Deadboy keep his weapons? I just *know* he's stocked up on weapons."

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Spike had resumed pacing.

It didn't help. Not even a little bit. He could hear the Bleathvores, not too far away, and they seemed to be having a bloody *good* time, while he was locked up in their effin', *stinking*, electrified cage. He wanted to rip several tentacles from each and every one of them and shove them up their asses. Or, at least, be allowed to play in the card game he had concluded they were playing. He walked closer to his Sire and lashed out his foot.

Angel grabbed Spike's ankle before his booted foot could connect with his head and pulled, sending Spike sprawling on his back. Lightening quick, Angel was over Spike, straddling him, the younger vampire's hands held over his head by Angel's, as he smiled down at Spike.

"Over an hour. I'm impressed, Spike. How'd you manage?"

Spike grinned. This was better than pacing, at least. He tried to pull his hands free. Angel leaned closer, adding more of his weight to Spike's pinned hands.

"I was thinking about kicking your head in. That made me all happy and gave me tingles." He frowned. "Didn't last long, though. Thought I'd try the real thing."

Angel smirked. "Real thing doesn't seem to be working for you."

"I wouldn't say that, Peaches." He turned his head and bit Angel's arm, his fangs sinking through Angel's leather.

Angel gasped and pulled his arm away. He quickly grabbed Spikes free arm, holding both arms down just above the elbow.

Spike grinned. "I'm not bored anymore."

Angel narrowed his eyes, regarding Spike with deadly intent. He said nothing.

"Come on, Angel. Let's tussle." He kicked his legs up. "A cage-match, if you will." He grinned.

Angel continued to stare at his childe. "Your lips still sore?"

Caught off guard, Spike answered. "Yeah. A touch sore."

Angel grinned. "Good." And then he thrust his lips down upon Spike's puffy ones. Hard.

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Xander stood before the weapons cabinet, shaking his head in disbelief. He whistled, a little bit excited at the display. Still. "How much did all of this set Deadboy back? He couldn't spring for a *portable* TV before he dropped *thousands* of dollars on this?"

Wesley and Cordelia ignored him.

"Just what is it you think you're going to *do*, Xander?" Cordelia asked.

Xander pulled a large hunting knife out and thumbed the blade. He gave the pair a nasty grin. "*We*." He stated firmly. "*We* are going to find my vampire."

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Spike's eyes bulged and he froze. Angel was *kissing* him. He opened his mouth to laugh and Angel's tongue thrust in, tangling with his. Angel laid his body down upon Spike's; his knee thrusting between Spikes legs, right below his crotch, and shoving them open as he continued to kiss him.

*Kiss* him!

"Wha'?" He started to ask, but Angel let go of one of his arms and thrust a hand into his hair, cupping his head, raising it a bit and holding it still as he continued his deep, exploring kiss. Spike didn't finish his sentence; he let himself be kissed.

Angel let go of Spike's other arm, keeping it poised only an inch away, ready to imprison it again, Spike was sure, should he make a defensive move. Spike gave a mental shrug and thrust both his hands into his Sire's, mussed, still slimy, hair. He kissed back.

This, too, was better than pacing. Much better. He bit down on his Sire's tongue, delighting in the taste of his Sire's blood, long denied, but never forgotten.

Angel pulled back, slightly, and bit his childe's swollen lower lip. "Shush." Angel muttered, as he reached his hand down and began to undo Spike's jeans. He moved his mouth to Spike's neck once he held his childe's hard cock in his hand. He licked Spike's neck and rose enough to push Spike's pants down and over his ass.

When Angel laid his still leather-covered crotch over Spike's naked one, Spike's clouded mind began to clear a bit and he stiffened. "Just what the bloody hell-"

"Shut *up*." Angel placed his mouth over Spike's again. He licked at and suckled Spike's mouth, nibbling and thrusting his tongue inside. Angel reached down and began to undo his pants. He hissed and muttered when the task proved to be difficult one-handed.

Spike snickered once free of Angel's questing tongue. He cocked an eyebrow. "Mind telling me why yer intent on raping me, Sire?"

Angel placed a hand over Spike's mouth, leaning all his weight down, as he continued to work at his stubborn zipper. He grinned, triumphantly, once his hard cock was free and thrust his naked erection over Spike's. He used his now free hand to open Spike's shirt and then his own. Once naked, cool chest met naked, cool chest, his tongue was back in Spike's mouth, and his hand was holding and rubbing their two cocks together. After a moment, Angel rose on one hand and turned Spike over.

"What-" Spike started, but Angel had a hand across his mouth and began suckling the back of his ear before the protest could finish forming in his mind, let alone be spoken.

Angel dragged his tongue from Spike's ear to his neck, across it, and to his other ear. He sucked and chewed at the lobe, bringing his hand up. He spat on his fingers and coated his cock. Angel snaked his hand under Spike's waist and pulled up. "Raise up, Spike."

Spike did, sticking his ass in the air. He moaned loudly once as, cool, saliva wet, fingers were thrust inside of him. He whimpered when they were removed. He gasped and grunted in pleasure when his Sire came over and into him, thrusting in to the hilt, pushing him flat to the damp, rotting floor and fucking him as if there were no tomorrow.

Angel reached around and grabbed hold of Spike's erection, jacking in time with his hard thrusts. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the pleasure of fucking his childe. He let himself come once he had felt the jetting, wet spurts of Spike's release against his hand. He lay down fully upon his childe, closing his eyes.

He figured this had bought him another hour, at the very least, before Spike was trying to kick his head in again. Maybe an hour and a *half*, if he was lucky.

Once he noted Spike was asleep he allowed himself to drift away into sleep also.

Neither vampire noticed the Bleathvores watching them.

Bleathvore 2: "What was *that*?"

Bleathvore 3: "Kind of scary was it not? Breeding, do you suppose? I thought they do *not* breed." He looked at 5 accusingly.

Bleathvore 5: "I stand by my statement." He looked closely at the still joined vampires. He shuddered. "That was *not* breeding! They are the same. Same do not *breed*." He shuffled closer. He smiled, three rows of teeth showing. "But this? *This*, maybe we could *sell*. Perhaps a tank would not be amiss."