Blaze Of Glory

TITLE: Blaze Of Glory; Come Back To Me
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY; Sequel to Blaze Of Glory.
SPOILERS: Buffy Season 5, Angel Season 2 episodes 19 to 22 didn’t happen sorry no Fred. Also Joyce did not die.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
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A/N: Waves hello :o) I know it has been a while since i last updated but real life took a nose dive and i haven't had time to write anything for what feels like for ever!! Any way heres the next part WARNING this is UN-BETAED so all mistakes are MINE!! enjoy

Part 10

‘Bloody hell, my head hurts. What the hell happened last night?’ Spike thought as feeling began to waken in his limbs along with his pounding head.

‘Went out, remember that, went to Willies, remember that, so I must have gotten into a fight, don’t remember that, can’t bloody remember a thing and why the hell can’t I move?’ Spike tried to wriggle, only to discover his body was pinned to the bed by a heavy sire shaped weight.

‘Well this is fun, if I needed to breath I’d be dead’ snicker ‘mind if I was alive I would be dead from alcohol poisoning. Feel good mind, nope not thinking that, this is Angel the big brooding poof. I’m the big bad and I…I what? The big bad who is so fucked up at the mo…need to get away…not going to cry…need away…’ Spike began to struggle out from under Angel, but Angel held on tighter.

“Go back to sleep boy.”

Spike stopped moving as Angel’s deep, resonating purr vibrated through his body filling him with protective calm.

‘God I’ve missed this, love it when he purrs.’ Spike felt his body begin to relax. ‘NO, can’t, must get away…’

“Oi poof, move.” Spike tried nudging Angel with his shoulder but only got a deep warning growl in response.

“Bloody, bollocking sires, why can’t they move there bloody arse when you ask them.” Spike muttered as he tried to get his hands under his chest, “No they have to get all grrr and I am sure the old fart has put on a pound or ten.” Spike heaved his body up felt his arms shake and collapsed back on the bed with a thud.

Angel woke and snuggled in closer to his boy “What you doing?”

“Trying to get the fuck up.” Spike spat.

“Why?”

“Cause I want to. So move your fat arse and let me up.” Spike stared at the bedcover waiting for Angel to move.

“No.”

“What?” Spike spluttered “What do you mean no?”

Angel sighed “I want to stay here, so you have to stay here, besides your comfy.” Angel explained as if talking to a two year old rather than a master vampire.

Spike stared at the bedcover in shocked disbelief which was slowly replaced with anger “Bloody, fucking, shitting hell,” he spat “will you get your big, fat arse off me so I can get the fuck up.” Spike began trying to wriggle out from under Angel only to fall still instantly when he felt his sires fangs on the nape of his neck making him whimpered.

“Keep still.” Angel instructed

Spike shuddered, feeling like a fledgling all over again “Please let me up.” All anger drained away to be replaced with desperation.

“If I let you up, you won’t talk to me.” Angel explained “and you need to talk to me, Will.”

“No I bloody well don’t.” Spike began struggling, trying desperately to get away.

Angel held on “William, stop it.”

“Me names Spike,” He snarled “Now get off me you big oaf.”

“Talk to me.”

“No”

“Please,” Angel whispered in his boy’s ear.

“Sire please.” Spike begged “Not ready yet.”

Angel laid his forehead between Spike’s shoulder blades, eyes closed.

“Alright, just don’t hit me when I let you up okay.”

Spike nodded and Angel slowly rose. As soon as his sires body left him Spike scampered away to the far side of the bed and stared blameful eyes at him.

“What you do that for?” Spike asked.

Sighing Angel sank slowly back onto the bed “Because you need to talk about what happened.”

“And since when have you ever been able to make me talk about anything I don’t wanna talk about?” Spike yelled.

Angel place a comforting hand on Spikes thigh “Go get cleaned up and I’ll make breakfast.”

Anger fell away again and Spike began to wonder when the emotional roller coaster would finally come to a stop and looked down at his hands, for the first time noticing the grime, dirt and encrusted goo covering them. Sniffing he wrinkled his nose. “I stink.” He said flatly.

Angel chuckled “That you do me boy, that you do.” Rising, Angel walked to the door.

“I ain’t got no clothes.” Spike whined.

“There should be something here from last time, if not you can borrow something of mine.”

Spike snorted, “Yeah, I’d look like a clown in your trousers.”

Angel turned and glared “Are you saying I’m fat?”

Spike snickered as he climbed off the bed “Well you know what they say about the middle age spread.”

Angel growled and pounced, knocking Spike to the bed pinning his hands above his head straddling his thighs. “Middle age spread? I’ll give you middle aged spread.”

Spike had no time to react as Angel found the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it open and began mercilessly tickling his childe. Spike couldn’t help himself, he burst out laughing, trying in vein to knock Angel’s hands away.

“Stop…stop.” Spike spluttered between giggling fits.

Angel grabbed his boy’s hands effectively pinning them above his head again with one hand and stared down at his boy, who was panting with exertion and looking as fuckable as ever. Spike looked up at his sire and the sight took his non existent breath away, he saw the lust, desire, want in his eyes, unconsciously making Spike writhe and grind his hips up feeling his cock become hard and wanting more.

Angel trailed his hands down leather clad arms, teasing is fingers over pert nipples to a hard defined stomach, allowing his eyes to drink in the sight. His boy was beautiful, sculpted by an artist.

Spike reached out but dropped his arms back when he heard his sire growl, opened his mouth to say something, what he couldn’t remember when he felt his sires cold possessive lips kiss him, tentatively at first, until Spike respond and then the kiss was full of passion, want, need. Tongues twined and played, searching, remembering, wanting.

Angel pulled away leaning his head against Spike’s forehead, lust filled brown eyes looking deeply into deep, clear blue ones. “Want you.” Angel’s husky voice growled.

Spike whimpered and closed his eyes “Not ready.” He whispered as he felt Angel slump against him, head falling to the crock of his neck with a defeated groan. Spike reached up and cradled Angel’s head allowing his fingers to play with his sire’s hair, enjoying the closeness.

Taking a deep breath Angel straightened up placed a light kiss on Spikes lips, “Come on, go get clean, we have a Scooby meeting to get to.”

Spike groaned as Angel climbed off the bed “Do we have to.” He whined sounding like a five year old.

“Yep and Giles is going to be there.” Angel smiled as he left the room listening to Spike’s curses.

****

“You ready for this?” Angel asked as they walked up to the Summers front door.

“As I’ll ever be.” Spike muttered as Angel knocked.

“Say the word and we are out of here,”

Spike nodded, silently grateful for his sires support, as he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and pulled every scrap of Big Bad to the front. Angel felt the shift in his boy and smiled.

The door swung open to an exhausted looking Joyce.

“Come in.” She said brightly.

Spike sauntered forwards, gathered Joyce into his arms and swung her round like a long lost love. “Hello misses, did you miss me?”

Joyce’s laughter rang out as she clung on. “Always.”

Spike set her down “So where’s the hot chocolate?” He asked as he marched purposefully into the kitchen and started noising around, totally ignoring a silent, forlorn looking Xander sat at the kitchen counter looking depressed. Joyce joined them, promptly telling Spike to get out of the way while she prepared his hot chocolate.

“Well if you hadn’t moved everything around I could have made it me self.”

“And where would the fun be in that?” Joyce asked “Besides you make the worse hot chocolate I have ever tasted.”

“S’not my fault milk burns.”

“That’s why you have to keep the temperature down and keep stirring it.” Joyce explained.

“What’s the matter with the Whelp?” Spike asked looking at Xander’s dejected face.

“The Whelp is sitting right here and has a name.” Xander snapped.

“Ohhh someone got out of bed the wrong way.” Spike countered smirking at Angel who was leaning in the kitchen door way.

“Piss off Spike.”

Spikes eyebrow rose, Xander hardly ever swore. “What’s the matter?” He asked this time his voice was full of concern.

Sighing Xander said “She left me.”

”What demon girl?”

“Her name is Anya, and yes, so have a good laugh.”

Much to Xander’s surprise and everyone else in the room Spike didn’t laugh he just placed his hand on the young mans shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze.

Xander just looked at the vampire his eyes full of confusion and unshed tears.

“Why she leave?” Spike questioned quietly.

“D'Hofram wanted her back, she went.” Xander snorted “She just teleported away saying “It was fun Xan bye.” And poof she was gone.”

“She coming back?”

Xander shrugged. “Dunno, I mean things weren’t that great, not like they used to be, but I thought we were working them out, you know, and why the hell am I telling you all this?”

Spike snorted and clapped him on the back “Cause I’m the only bloke here, unless you wanna tell Giles or Angel all your wowes.” Spike snickered.

“You aren’t a bloke, you aren’t even human, you’re the original evil undead, fangless and I am so going to regret this later.”

“Good to see you too.” Spike stood took his marshmallow hot chocolate from Joyce “So where’s the watcher?”

“Sitting room, quizzing Willow about the spell she used.” Joyce explained.

“Right lets get this over with.” He said as he walked past Angel only to find his arm trapped, turning he looked at his sire questioningly saw the concern in his eyes and nodded. Knowing that Angel would understand that he was alright and that the sooner this was done the sooner they could go. Angel released him and Spike walked into the sitting room to a sea of faces. Buffy was stretched out on the sofa, Dawn sitting on the floor while big sis played with her hair. Giles was sat in the arm chair with Willow pacing back and forth before him chewing her nails Tara perched on the floor looking worried.

“So does the evil, back from the dust get a hello?” Spike asked as he entered.

Dawn jumped up and ran into his arms, leaving a smouldering slayer lying on the sofa.

“What, no stake at the ready slayer,” Spike snickered.

“Just wait till this leg is healed, then it will be business as usual.” Buffy smiled slightly, Spike nodded, let Dawn go and swept an agitated Willow into his arms.

Willow squeaked “Spike put me down.”

“Why would I want to do that? Owe you one Red.” Spike softly said as he popped her down.

Willow looked at the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.

Spike lifted her chin and looked at her “What’s the matter luv?”

“I…I…I didn’t know…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know.”

Spike felt his chest contract they can’t know no one know but Angel “Sorry about what?” Spike cautiously asked.

Willow sniffed “About making you…” Tears were falling now “Dig you self out.”

Spike pulled the red head close and looked at Angel accusingly, knowing he was the only one who knew of his fear. “Shhh it’s alright, just a little bit of dirt in the way that was all.” Spike lied “Besides it’s what vampires do ain’t it?”

“But Angel said…”

“I don’t give a rat’s arse what Angel said” Spike interrupted earning himself a quiet growl to which he just lifted his eye brow.

Willow took a deep calming breath and before turning away and sitting near Tara.

Spike spun round and looked at Giles with a smirk, “Close your mouth Watcher, never know you might swallow a fly.” he snickered.

Giles slowly closed his mouth, cleared his throat and started polishing his glasses, put them back on and continued staring at Spike.

“Okay, could someone slap the Watcher, he’s starting to scare me.” Spike squirmed under the intense gaze.

Willow slapped Giles gently on the arm, pulling him out of the trance like state. “Yes quite.” He said. “Welcome back Spike.”

“Welcome back yourself. How was the old mother land?”

“Huh?” came Giles’s eloquent reply.

“England? You daft git. How, was, the, old, country?” Spike slowly asked.

Giles gave himself a mental shake “Yes thank you Spike but I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me that and the old country was wet as always.” He snapped.

Spike grinned “Nice to see you to. So you got some questions?”

Giles shuffled about getting his pen and paper ready as he skimmed through his notes. “Yes quite a few actually.”

“Well get on with it, ain’t got all night.”

“I know about the spell, what I need from you is where you were? What was it like? How did it feel to be back? That sort of thing.”

“Don’t know, don’t remember, felt like I was in hell. There that do ya?” Spike answered snappily.

“No Spike that won’t do.” Giles exasperatedly looked at the vampire before him.

“Well I ain’t got any answers. I don’t remember where I was and I sure as hell don’t want it documented so the bloody twat filled Watchers Council can read all about it.” Spike began to pace agitatedly.

Taking a deep breath, to calm his nerves Giles tried again “Spike why don’t you stop pacing and sit down and talk to me?”

Spike swung round and glared at Giles “What is with bloody talking? You’re as bad as the bloody poof.”

“Spike…” Angel warned

“No offence intended.” Spike slung over his shoulder to his sire. “But I don’t wanna talk I want to go out and beat the shit out of something. It’s simple, I was gone and now Big Bad is back and he’s looking for a fight.”

Giles turned to Angel “May be you two should go parole.” Angel nodded in agreement “We will talk about this later.” Giles said to Spike.

“Not bloody likely.” Spike said as he followed Angel into the kitchen grabbing a surprised Xander by the scruff of the neck as he went, much to Joyce’s relief.

“Oi fangless what you think you are doing?” Xander yelped as soon as Spike let him go.

“You mate are coming with us.” Spike stated.

Xander snorted “I don’t think so.” And started back towards the house only to have Spike yank him back again.

Xander stood glaring at Spike “Look evil dead, the last thing on the planet I want to do is go any where with you and dead boy.”

Spike lent in making sure to keep his voice low enough that Angel wouldn’t hear. “You need to get out and get drunk, trust me I know, and this way you get to do it for free.”

Xander leaned in conspiringly “How do you figure that one out?”

“Angel’s paying; wanna help me make a dent in his wallet?”

Xander smiled and throw his arm round Spike as they both turned and smiled innocently at Angel.

“Oh god someone save me now.” Angel muttered knowing that his errant childe was cooking something up in his annoying brain but knowing there was no point what so ever in asking what.

“Word of advice mate,” Spike whispered after Angel strolled down the street “When the shots start, make sure we get tequila.”

“Why?”

“Cause the almighty can’t handle the stuff and it gets him right trollied.” Spike snickered.

Xander smiled “I’ve never seen Dead Boy drunk before.”

“It’s funny, on a good night he starts singing,” Spike looked thoughtful “Mind on a bad night he has a tendency to kill everything and then beat the shit out of me.”

Xander started to turn around back towards the house but Spike grabbed him and pulled him along “Don’t worry he ain’t done that since he got his soul.”

“And he’s been drunk, and not gone on a homicidal rampage with a soul?” Xander asked cautiously.

“Dunno, be fun finding out.” Spike laughed at Xander’s shocked expression “Don’t worry worst case scenario we run and leave him to it.”

Xander nodded “You promise you’ll protect me.”

Spike arched an eye brow “When have I ever not protected you Whelp.”

“Well now I come to think of it there was that time you… oh I don’t know, tried to kill me…”

“I was evil then.” Spike protested

“You still are or have you forgotten the old tired line you keep reminding us of ‘Oi I’m evil just can’t bite is all’ ring any bells?”

Spike laughed “Yeah, but I have never intentionally tried to kill you.”

“What…” Xander spluttered

“Look if I wanted you dead you would be.”

“The chip.” Xander reminded him.

Spike snorted “Yeah like I couldn’t hire some big fuck off demon to come along and kill you, cause there is such a shortage of those around.”

Xander stood gaping at Spike as his brain slowly comprehended what Spike had just said.

“What is it with the gaping round here, did you all get infected by a fish monster?” Spike asked as he closed Xander’s mouth for him. “Breath mate, otherwise you’ll pass out.”

“Will you two stop talking and come help me kill this thing.” Angel yelled.

Spike look around and took in his surroundings for the first time and noticed they were on the edge of the cemetery and his sire was getting his arsed kicked by some ugly big thing with four arms, razor sharp claws that was currently tossing Angel through the air to come crashing down on a tomb. Spike winced in sympathy as he ran to Angel’s aid closely followed by a cursing Xander. Letting out a roar of frustration and glee Spike pounced on the demons back, face shimmering but fangs not emerging as he snapped the demons neck and let it fall lifelessly to the ground.

“Well that was…disappointing.” Xander panted as he drew near.

Angel groaned as he stood up clutching his ribs “What took you so long?”

“Was talking.” Spike said offhandedly staring as the corps slowly disintegrated into a puddle of goo at his feet.

“I was getting my arse kicked and you were talking?” Angel growled.

“Quit whingeing, your not dead…well actually you are dead but you ain’t dust, so no harm, no fowl.”

“William I have a cracked rib because you were busy talking.” Angel stated

“The names Spike and it ain’t my fault you didn’t kill it. I’m telling you, you need to tone up mate, you’re losing it.”

Angel stared at Spike mouth gaping as his anger rose.

“Not you too, what is it with this fish monster…”

Before he could finish his sentence Angel pounced on him and flattened him to the ground in full game face.

“I’m losing it?”

“Now this reminds me of the good old days.” Xander snickered, abruptly falling silent as two pissed off vampires glared at him.

“Get off.” Spike struggled only to find himself trapped. “Not this again.” He muttered.

“I am not losing it.” Angel stated as he sat back still straddling Spike’s waist.

“Then how come you’re the one with the cracked rib and I’m the one that killed the demon?”

“He took me by surprise.”

“Told you mate, you’re losing it.” Spike accused

“I am not.” Angel rebuffed.

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“AM NOT!” Angel shouted.

“Fine, prove it.” Spike challenged.

“Fine.” Angel said standing up looking ready to start a fight.

“No, not fighting.” Spike announced as he stood up.

Angel’s arms fell to his side “What? I thought you said…”

“I got something different in mind.” Spike stated.

Angel stared at the sky wondering when he would ever learn, closed his eyes and asked “What do I have to do to prove I haven’t lost it?”

“Drink me under the table.”

Angel snorted “You know you won’t win that one boy.”

“Not so fast old man, Xander gets to pick the tipple of choice.”

Angel swung round and stared at the boy. Xander tried to keep the smile form his face this was going to be fun. With a dead serious poker face Xander looked thoughtful before proclaiming “Tequila,”

“No.” Angel flatly stated.

“So I win by default you mate have lost it.” Spike teased, he was having a ball winding his sire up and glancing at Xander Spike saw a twinkle in his eye that said he was too.

“Spike I am not doing Tequila shots with you. End of story.”

“Then you lose, I win.”

Angel knew he had been done and with an evil smirk pronounced. “I’ll do Tequila if you do Viper.”

Now it was Spike’s turn to squirm. “Not on your life mate. Last time I did that I woke up in Arizona and I still have no idea how I got there, plus I had a green mouth for a week after.”

“What’s Viper?” Xander asked trying to keep a straight face.

“Sour apple schnapps.” Spike informed him with a shudder.

Xander gave up trying to keep a straight face and burst out laughing.

Both vampires stared at him.

Spike shrugged “Well at least he ain’t sad and maudlin any more.”

“True.” Angel agreed. “So you up to the challenge of drinking me under the table?”

“You paying?”

Angel grinned “I’m paying if you’re drinking.”

Smiling Spike slung his arm over Angel’s shoulder as they walked off in the direction of the Bronze leaving a snickering, gasping Xander to stagger along behind.

***

Numerous shots later a very pissed Xander, wobbled his way back to there table with a tray of drinks, only managing to spill a bit. Popping the drinks down he flopped down on the sofa opposite the two slightly more soba vampires.

“Howz comez youz twoz ain’t pissed.”

Spike smiled “He is.” Pointing to Angel.

“Am not.”

Xander giggled.

“Bet you can’t close you eyes and touch your nose.” Spike pointed out.

“Bet you can’t either.” Angel challenged.

In the mean time Xander was trying to. “Well I can’t.” He pointed out flatly “And I hazen’t drunk az much az youz.”

“That’s cause yoz human.” Spike pointed out.

“Zo if you turned me, I could drink lotz?”

“Yep.”

Xander giggled “You’d be my daddy.”

“Sire.” Spike corrected.

“That would make Angel Grandpa.” Spike spat his mouth full of shot all over the place as both he and Xander burst out laughing.

“That is not funny.” Angel pointed out. “Besides I’m to young to be a grandpa.”

“Your…how old are you now?” Spike asked.

“Dunno.” Angel thought “Think I’m just over two hundred and fifty, but that’s not including the time I spent in hell, so I’m either two hundred and fifty odd or seven hundred odd. You chose.”

“What’s it like living that long?” Xander asked

“Boring.” Angel flatly answered.

“Oh come on luv, we used to have fun.”

“No you used to have fun. I still remember the firecrackers.”

“What firecrackers?” Xander asked eagerly.

“That was fun.” Spike grinned “T’was just before I killed that slayer in China, his lord ship decided to come home after a long absence…”

“Didn’t you have a soul then?” Xander asked.

Angel nodded.

“Why did you go back?”

“Wanted to be with my family, thought I could be.” Angel said quietly suddenly looking maudlin and broody.

“Oi, that was Queen Bees fault, not mine.” Spike stated

“Who’s Queen Bee?”

“Darla.” Both vampires answered.

“I was telling a story.” Spike started “where was I?”

“Firecrackers.” Xander helpfully informed him.

“Right, so Angelus popped back for a visit and well you can imagine what Darla was like her precious boy had returned. Dru was ecstatic that her Daddy was back and the three of them spent the day and night and most of the next day in bed shagging themselves silly. While muggings here was left on his lonesome.”

“You knew I had to shag them senseless before I could spend any time with you.” Angel pointed out.

“That’s not the point, I was pissed off.”

“So you put firecrackers under the bed and set them off with the three of us still in it.” Angel said in astonishment.

“Well it seamed like a good idea at the time.”

“William you set the bed alight.”

“That wasn’t meant to happen, slight miss calculation was all.”

“Slight miss calculation, if it wasn’t for Benjamin’s quick thinking we would all be dust right now.”

“Got what I wanted tho didn’t I?”

“What? A beating from Darla, Dru screaming the house down for the next three days? That’s what you wanted?”

“No, I got my sire and all his attention.” Spike stated “Wonder what happened to Benjamin liked him.”

“He’s living in L.A.” Angel stated “She flayed you skin off you and you were happy because you got my attention?” Angel asked his voice full of disbelief.

“Yeah.” Spike stated simply.

“Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Well last time I asked for a bit of time with you, you said in no uncertain terms and I quote ‘When hell freezes over’ end quote.”

Angel looked thoughtful “I said that?”

“Yep.”

“So all those pranks? the bickering, the picking a fight with me, all that was just to get my attention?”

“Give the man a medal, he finally figured it out, only took you a hundred years.”

“Your joking, right?”

Spike shock his head “I wanted my sire.” he murmured.

Silence descended as Angel absorbed what his boy had said. Xander just sat there, quietly giggling as he replaying the image of Angelus, Darla and Drusilla in bed and the expressions on there faces as the firecrackers went off.

“So Benjamin still your number one?” Spike asked trying to break the mood that had descended.

“Yeah.” Angel distractedly answered.

“How’s that work, what with the killing and that?”

“Simple he kills the not so innocent and leaves the innocent alone, in return I don’t dust him.” Angel explained.

“What’s not so innocent mean?” Xander asked.

“Rapists, murderers, that kind of human.” Spike explained dismissively.

Xander shuddered. “That’s not right,”

“Why?” Angel asked.

“There human, they don’t deserve to be killed.” Xander stated.

“So your telling me that if someone was to rape Red or The Bit, you wouldn’t want to see that person dead?” Spike asked.

Xander squirmed in his seat “Fine I get why, I just don’t like it, I mean it’s still a human life.”

“Wake up will you Whelp, life ain’t all black and white. Humans can do just as much evil as demons and demons can do just as much good as humans.”

“I accept that, doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“True.” Spike conceded.

“So what other pranks did Spike do?” Xander excitedly asked Angel.

“To many to recall.” Angel groaned.

“I think the best was the bucket of horse blood.” Spike stated, Angel groaned and hid his face in his hands.

Xander grinned excitedly “Tell me, tell me.” He begged.

Spike smirked “you know that trick where you balance a bucket of what ever above a partially open door?”

Xander nodded grinning.

“Well imagine that, then put week old smelly horse blood in the bucket, then see Darla.” Spike snickered, Xander burst out laughing.

“It was not funny.” Angel stated.

“Yes it was.” Spike countered.

“No it wasn’t, not only did Darla beat the crap out of you for being disobedient again she also wiped me for being unable to control my childe.”

“Yeah but she took Dru and pissed off back to the master for a month, so it was well worth it.” Spike reminded Angel. “Ohh remember that time I cut all the legs off everything.”

“Why did you do that? Apart from to getting attention.”

“Don’t rightly remember.” Spike admitted “Think it had something to do with Darla.”

“Didn’t everything?”

Spike grinned “Not everything, just anything that would drive her batty. So who’s up for another round, we seam to be slacking.” Spike stood, swaying slightly as he held his hand out expectantly. Angel fished out his wallet and handed it over.

“Get a bottle.”

Spike smirked as the wallet landed in his hand.

“Don’t even think about it, I know how much is in there and I know how much things cost now a days.”

Spike pouted “What you don’t trust me.?”

“About as far as I can throw you.”

“Well that just proves my point. you ain’t got it any more cause you sure as hell trust me about as much as I would trust the slayer not to dust a vamp, which there for means by your own admission you can’t throw me anywhere.”

“Want to put that theory to the test or go buy the drinks?” Angel countered.

Spike just sauntered away with a smirk.

“So Darla and Spike never got on?” Xander asked trying to fill the silence.

Angel grinned “Darla and Spike were like Tom and Jerry.”

Xander looked at Angel in shock “You know Tom and Jerry?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?”

Xander giggled “Just can’t imagine you sitting watching cartoons.” Angel smiled.

Spike arrived with two bottles of fine Whisky.

“You owning up to defeat?” Angel asked arching an eye brow.

“Not on your life mate. It’s called mixing your drinks, gets you pissed quicker, or so they all say.” Spike poured five shots of Whisky. “Right down in one.”

“I’m not downing fine Whiskey.” Angel retorted.

“I win then.” Spike teased.

“How come I’ve only got one?” Xander asked.

“Cause your pissed enough already and we ain’t pissed enough.” Spike explained as he raised his glass “To life, death and sex.” He toasted downing the drink in one. Xander and Angel following suit.

“My turn,” Angel said taking the next glass “To my boy, the dumbest childe I have ever had.”

Spike nodded then scowled “Oi that’s me your talking about wanker.”

“I know and it’s all true.” Angel said smugly as he down the next shot.

“Fine next ones, mine.” Spike said as he poured.

“Excuse me don’t I get to make a toast?” Xander asked.

“No.” Both vampires said simultaneously.

Xander pouted.

“To my sire the daftest, densest, poof I know.” Spike smiled.

“Not funny boy.”

“And your was?”

“I’m your sire, your mine, I’m allowed to say what ever I want about you. You on the other hand are meant to respect what I say and agree with me.”

Spike and Xander burst out laughing.

“I was never a normal childe.”

“You can say that again.” Angel murmured.

“Why?” Xander asked.

“Why what pet?”

“Why weren’t you a normal childe?”

“Sire?” Spike asked Angel.

“Don’t look at me I have no clue why you are the way you are and I defiantly know you are not normal even Dru was better behaved than you and she was mad. Penn was an exceptional childe, did everything he was told.” Angel smugly smiled.

“He was a tosser, and he never did anything unless he got something he wanted out of it.”

Angel smiled menacingly “True but he was an obedient tosser, and he was mine.”

Spike’s face went from horrified into full pout in seconds “What does that make me?” he sulked.

Angel swivelled round and made eye contact, “You me boy are mine and will always be my favoured childe.” He quietly whispered.

“I’m hungry.” Xander whined, completely oblivious to the intense looks the two vampires were sharing.

“No your not.” Angel sternly told him.

“Yez iz am.” Xander announced.

“Spicy chicken wings with blooming onions.” Spike said bouncing in his set.

Xander made a face “I was thinking chips and a burger.”

“Nah spicy chicken wings.” Spike told Xander as he stood and held out his hand again for Angel’s wallet.

Huffing Angel passed his wallet over “I am not paying for food I agreed to pay for the alcohol, food comes out of your savings.”

Spike pouted as he walked away.

“Spike has savings?” Xander asked in astonishment.

Angel looked at him as if the boy had grown two heads “Of cause he has savings.”

Xander sat there gaping

“Well Spike was right about one thing, there defiantly is a fish monster about.” Angel laughed.

Finding his voice Xander asked again “Spike has savings?”

“We’ve done this one already, yes Spike has savings.” Angel looked thoughtful “Well technically I have his savings but they are still his.”

“Spike has money? As in money, money?”

Angel sighed this was getting old “Yes, Spike has money.” He said slowly and deliberately.

“Then why the hell is he always scrounging blood off us?”

“That is a good question why don’t you ask him.” Angel said as he noticed Spike making a wobbly line back towards them, before slumping heavily down on the sofa.

“Ask who what?” Spike lent forwards to snag his drink.

“Ask you why, if you have money, you keep scrounging off us?” Xander asked.

Spike snorted “I don’t have money, he has.” Indicating Angel.

It was Xander’s turn to snort in disbelief “Well according to him, you have savings.”

“Hey him has a name and it’s Angel.”

“You told him.” Spike rounded on Angel.

“What its no secrete…Is it?” Angel asked both defensively and questioningly at the same time.

“Well it bloody ain’t now.” Spike huffed as he flopped back into the sofa.

“So how much is the bleached blond menace worth?” Xander asked Angel excitedly.

Angel shrugged “Don’t know.”

“When was the last time you looked at my account?” Spike asked curiously.

“Think it was about twenty years ago,” he said thoughtfully “Suppose I had better make the arrangements again.” Angel said with a tired sigh.

“What arrangements?” Xander’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Moving the money to another account.” Spike explained.

“Why.”

“Cause I’m dead and every now and again I get to die in the real world and be reborn under a different name.” turning to face Angel “And don’t give me a stupid name this time I mean Fred Bloggs, who the hell came up with that?”

“It was the only thing that popped in my head when I was filling in the forms,” Angel defensively stated. “What would you like to be called?”

Spike shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Randy Giles.” Xander beamed happily.

Spike groaned, Angel looked curious. “Care to explain that one?”

“No,” Spike snapped.

Xander just gave a wicked smile as he started retelling what happened, only pausing when the food arrived.

***

Three bottles of Whiskey later, an extremely drunk human, and two very drunk vampires were politely but forcefully being ushered out of the Bronze by tired looking bar staff.

As soon as the fresh air hit the human he crumpled to the floor, staring up at the stars and a peroxide blonde head that kept waving back and forth.

“What you doin’?” Spike asked trying to stop wobbling as he lent over.

“I’z watchzin zth starz.” Xander slurred.

Spike twisted his head and looked up. “That’s a street light.” He informed.

“Iz pretty.” Xander said reaching up to try and catch one of the eight dancing lights. Spike grabbed the hand and yanked, almost toppling over when the human didn’t budge.

Sighing Spike looked around for his sire, and saw him walking slowly down the street oblivious to everything, humming to himself while conducting the invisible orchestra.

“Sire,” Spike yelled “I think hez broke.”

Angel stopped, turned, wobbled and started back towards them “What have you done boy?” He growled.

“Ain’t done nothing.” Spike squirmed.

“Well what’s he doing on the floor?”

“I’z watchzin zth starz.” Xander informed the dark head that had joined the peroxide head before giggling “Youz look funny.”

“Grab an arm,” Angel instructed Spike. “After three. One, two threeee.”

Both vampires heaved the boy up right, but in there inebriated state misjudged there strength and ended up flat on there backs with a wobbly Xander staring down at them.

“Bloody hell.” Spike cursed as he tried to sit up found it to hard so rolled over onto all fours and slowly stood up.

“Give us a hand.” Angel pleaded.

“Not on your life mate, I’m up I ain’t going down again, to much like hard work.” Spike informed his sire.

“William, help me up now.” Angel growled.

“I’ll help.” Xander wobbly walked towards Angel to find the floor coming to meet his face as he tripped over Angel’s foot only to be hauled upright by Spike. “I feel dizzy.” Xander informed them. Spike led the boy over to a wall and lent him against it.

“Stay there. Don’t move.” Spike instructed as he staggered back to Angel and held out his hand. “I fall over you help me up.” Spike heaved; both vampires wobbled precariously but managed to stay on there feet. Angel grinned and started walking away.

“Sire,” Spike whined.

Angel turned “What?”

“A little help.” Spike pointed to a slumped Xander.

Grinning Angel yelled over his shoulder “You got him drunk you’re responsibility.”

Spike grinned “Fine he can stay there, get eaten and you can explain to the slayer why one of her pets got ate by some big ugly.”

Angel stopped, sighed and started towards Spike “He pukes on my shoes you’re in trouble.”

Spike nodded as they took an arm each and started a wobbly walk home. Interrupted with off key notes of Angel singing, Spike snickered, Xander laughed, followed by a warning growl from Angel shutting them both up before he began singing again, with everyone joining in.

***

“You got keys?” Angel asked as he stared dumbly at the door.

“Nope. Oi Welp, where’s your keys?” Spike asked.

“Huh?”

“Keys? Where are they?” Spike asked slowly.

Xander shrugged.

“No keys.” Spike informed Angel.

“Break the door down?”

“You got an invite?”

“No, you?”

“Dunno, been dust they might have done a disinvitation spell.”

At the word dust Angel tensed and stared at his boy.

“Back to ours?” Spike asked trying to break Angel’s intense gaze.

“Yeah.”

So the three drunks set off once again on the wobbly walk to the mansion.

***

“Hurry up and get the darn thing in the hole.” Angel said agitatedly.

“I’m trying it ain’t easy.”

“Well you hold him and I’ll do it.”

“No…I think…presto the door is open.”

“Finally,” Angel sighed “Give me a hand.”

Spike fumbled with the keys trying to get them out of the lock he had spent the last five minuets trying to get in the lock, which in his drink fuddled mind was extremely funny and he started laughing as he hindered rather than helped Angel get an unconscious Xander up the stairs.

“Your room.” Angel instructed.

“Not bloody likely.” Spike snapped, while trying not to giggle or fall over.

“Well he ain’t having my bed.” Angel pronounced.

“And he ain’t sleeping in with me.” Spike pronounced.

“Thought you would sleep with me.” Angel pouted.

Spike snorted “Not bloody likely, I know you when you’re drunk, you’re as horney as a tart who ain’t had none for an hour.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Angel sighed as they stood on the landing at an impasse “Well you’re not sleeping with him.” Angel said stiffly.

“And I ain’t sleeping with you.” Spike told Angel. “He’ll just have to sleep with you.”

Angel looked horrified, Spike snickered.

“Dru’s room.”

“No bed.” Spike informed him.

“What happened to it?” Angel asked dreading the answer.

“She wrecked it.”

“Why?”

“One of her fits.” Spike informed him, Angel nodded.

“Mattress any good?”

Spike shock his head.

“Feel sick.” Xander groaned.

Spike looked horrified Angel carefully moved his feet out of the way.

“Look someone’s going to have to sleep in with him.” Spike observed

“Why?”

“What if he’s sick in the night, chokes and dies?”

“That can happen?” Angel asked.

Spike nodded, “Saw it on the Tv.”

“Fine we all sleep together.” Angel sighed.

Spike made to move towards Angel room. “Where you going?”

“Your room.” Spike informed him.

“No way, if he’s sick it’s on your bed.”

Spike pouted “Why mine?”

“Because, A) it was your idea to get him pissed B) I like my bed as it is sick free and C) because I’m your sire and you have to do as I say.”

Spike laughed. “Yeah right.” But started towards his room, all three of them trying to negotiate there way through the door, just making it through still on there feet much to both vampires surprise, before dumping the human on the bed.

Spike stared at the sprawled human. “You think we should undress him?”

Angel shrugged as he hopped around trying to get his shoe off.

“I think we should undress him, just imagine his face when he wakes up naked in bed with two naked vampires.” Spike snickered.

“I am not sleeping naked with Xander Harris.” Angel pointed out.

“You’re no fun.” Spike pouted as he pulled Xander’s shoes off. “Ohhhh look.”

“What?” Angel asked peaking a look.

“I think demon girl liked to dominate.” Spike said pointing to a set of burses round Xander’s ankles. Angel smiled, then gave himself a shake and walked away to get some thing to sleep in from his room.

Spike rolled Xander over and began undoing the cuffs of the boy’s shirt, grinning when he found another set of matching burses. “Someone has a kink and I’m going to tease him in the morning.” Spike sang as he started undoing the shirts buttons. “Always wondered what you were hiding under these baggy clothes…” Spike pulled the shirt open “…but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. Sire” Spike yelled “You better come take a look at this.”

Angel strolled in bear chest, wearing low riding silk bottoms. “What?”

Spike stood at the side of the bed and pointed at Xander’s chest, it was covered in fist shaped burses. Angel walked over knelt on the bed and prodded the darkest, largest burse.

“Anya?” Angel questioned

Spike shock his head “Don’t think so, they look to big to be female hands.”

“Who then?” Angel asked as he continued to prod and check the burses. “You think he was in a fight?”

Spike snorted “When isn’t the boy in trouble, but this was deliberate.” Angel looked at him questioningly. “His feet and hands were bound and unless he has a kink for a bit of bondage which looking at that I highly doubt…” Spike trailed off, lent in sniffing deeply. His head shot up “Bloody hell.” He cursed.

Angel sniffed and met Spikes eyes.

“Someone’s had him.” Spike pointed out angrily.

“Was he still a virgin before, you…” Angel couldn’t say dust.

“Don’t rightly know.” Spike looked thoughtful “Think so, but…” Angel looked at him accusingly. “What, the boy always smells of fast food and grease.” Spike shuddered. “Don’t think he’s ever eaten a real meal in his life.”

“Help me get this shirt off and roll him.”

“Why?” Spike asked as he walked forward and pulled the shirt off while Angel held Xander up.

“Blood Hell.” Spike cursed as he looked at Xander’s back “Some one gave him a right seeing to.”

Angel nodded as he set about prodding more burses.

“You think we should?” Spike evasively asked pointing to Xander’s jean covered arse.

Angel sat back on his heals, “No, I think we should get him to bed and leave him be.”

“We still sleeping in here?”

“We better.”

“Think we should put his clothes back on?” Spike asked.

Angel shock his head slowly “No leave them off; we might get some answers that way.” Spike nodded, looking thoughtful.

“So you got anything I can wear to bed?” Angel glared at him “What? We both know the only trousers I own are jeans and I do not own a scrap of under wear.”

“Go find something. I’ll put him in bed.”

Spike nodded as he walked out of the room.

“You, me boy have some explaining to do in the morning.” Angel informed a sleeping Xander as he gently manhandled him under the covers, before slowly getting up, grabbing the bin and placing it on the floor next to Xander’s head, stroking the boy’s dark hair.

Spike walked in and smirked “Thought you hated him.”

Angel straightened, sighing deeply “I don’t hate him, don’t understand half of what comes out of his mouth, except an irritating noise, but I don’t hate him.”

“Come on lets get some sleep.” Spike climbed in the bed sighing softly as the heat from Xander’s body washed over one side of him. “He’s like a hot water bottle.” Spike smugly announced.

Angel turned off the light, checked the thick drapes were closed before climbed in next to Spike “Shuv over.”

“No, I’m comfy.” Spike sleepily replied.

“Fine,” Angel said as he draped himself over Spike causing him to wriggle out of the way. “Why won’t you let me hold you?” Angel asked trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.

“When have you ever held me and not wanted and taken more?”

Angel remained silent as he tried to think of a time; sighing in defeat he said “I’m not Angelus.”

“And I’m not ready.”

“What if I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want?”

Spike opened an eye and peered at Angel. “You mean it?”

“I promise.” Angel nodded before finding his arms full of blonde vampire. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” Spike agreed

“You alright?”

“Dunno.” Spike chuckled against Angel’s chest “Don’t know much at the mo, mind when I find out who did that to the boy, I know he, she, or it will be sorry.”

Angel nodded in agreement “Who do you think it is?”

Spike shrugged “Probably his dad.”

“Huh?”

“Trust me if it’s that fucker I will kill him, chip or no chip, I’ll find a way, he made that boys life hell he did.”

“And you would know this how?” Angel asked icily.

Spike missed the under tone and ploughed straight in “Lived with the Whelp didn’t I.”

Spike yelped when he found himself flat on his back with a game faced sire leaning over him.

“Tell me now boy,” Angel hissed “Do you want him.” He nodded to Xander’s sleeping form “If you do I will walk away.”

Spike reached up tentatively and gently stroked the ridges on his sires face “Don’t want anyone but you.” He whispered.

Angel nodded “When and why did you live with him?”

“I’ll tell you if you promise to put the fangs away.”

Angels face shifted back to its human guise “Talk.” He said gruffly.

“It’s not what you think so you can get what ever ideas you have in your head out of it. I lived with the boy for about a week in all, the Watcher through me out and I was shipped to that bloody basement, tied to a chair most of the time, if I never have to sleep in a bloody recliner again it will be too soon.”

Angel relaxed “Why were you tied to a chair?”

“T’was just after I was chipped, the Whelp didn’t trust me to leave him alone while he slept, so he tied me to the soddin chair.”

Angel smirked “He’s beginning to grow on me.”

Spike pouted “You would say that, now get off me and let’s get some sleep, I can hear the birds chirpin.”

Angel gave his boy a kiss on the forehead before clambering off, Spike turned on his side and Angel spooned behind him.

Ten minuets later just as Angel was dropping off Spike whined “Sire,”

“What?”

“Can’t sleep.” He quietly begged. Angel smiled snuggled down and started a quiet purr. Spike relaxed into the possessive hold and fell asleep listening to the quiet rumble, feeling safe and warm.

TBC