Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name. chap 4

Author: Purpledodah find me on lj, username purpledodah
Fandom: Ats human AU.
Pairing: S/A W/X
Rating will be nc17
Disclaimer: Not mine, they got of at my bus stop.
Warnings: m/m slash. Angst, some violence and drug abuse.
Summary: Angel is a homeless street kid, Spike is a New York cop.

This was written for a challenge set by katsa db lover over on strip off angel


Many thanks to rockstarpeach for the super fast beta, sablerose2 for the help with Dru, and w6c who did some research for me.


Thanks for the comments for this guys, they mean a lot to me. Just wish I knew how to reply to them.
Chapter 4

Xander rubbed Wesley’s shoulders, kissing his neck now and again. Wes had made the calls. He had his work cut out, trying to explain what had happened and getting them to agree to give Spike space until tomorrow. Buffy had been the worst. Whining and complaining how Spike had been there for her, and she hadn’t wanted to be alone at the time. Wesley had been polite, but pointed out Spike was not her, it was his wife that had died not his mother. And most importantly, which was what niggled Buffy the most, was the fact Spike had asked to be left alone.
“I will never understand women.” Wes told Xan as he leant into him in the hot bath water.
Xander wrapped his lover in warm strong arms. “Ahh well that is your problem right there. We are not supposed to understand them, just do as we’re told, and duck when we don’t” Xander set about nibbling Wes’ neck, smiling when he groaned.
“I forgot you are the resident ‘girlie mood’ expert” Wes stroked Xander's thighs.
“I just spent way to much time around adolescent girls. Taught me all manner of things I really would rather not know.” Xander’s tongue licked Wesley’s ear.
Wes groaned and decided to change the subject. “Make love to me Xan” he whispered as he half turned so they could kiss. A kiss from Xander was a very special thing, one that Wes truly appreciated. With Xander the shy Brit had found an equal. Both scared of being used, both needing love not just sex.
“Come to bed then baby, and I will show you how much I love you” Xander kissed Wes once more, then together they climbed from the bath, rubbing each other dry, no rush, just gentle touches turning them on more.

Xander laid Wes back on the bed, their bed now. He had moved in over Christmas, it was the only time the two of them had had to move all his stuff. Well they had more important things to do when normally together, like practice their love making.

Xander licked and kissed Wes leaving him breathless. Wes was so responsive to touch, they both were. He giggled as Wes spread his legs wide. “Relax baby, gonna take good care of you” and he did. Stretching and opening his lover up, then sliding in slow.
“Xan… oh fuck” Wesley’s blue eyes never left Xander’s face.
Xander thought “You are downright gorgeous like this Wes, wanting me” it amazed Xander to find out Wes did want him so much, the real him, all of him.
“I do want you my love, only you” it had taken Wes by surprise how much he wanted Xander, it eclipsed his desire for anyone else, and overwhelmed him that Xander returned his love.
With a gentleness and grace few knew Xan possessed he made love to Wes. Stopping for kisses when they both got too close, wanting to make it last.
Xander groaned whenever Wes returned his thrusts, or stroked his fingers lightly down Xan’s spine.
With each other they had at last found that someone they could just be themselves with. Both had a soft streak that bordered on soppy. So with whispered words of love and gentle touches they slowly made love. Both crying out loud as they came, then curling up tight around one another to share more kisses as the dozed lazily off and on. That was until Xander’s belly began complaining.
“Sorry” he giggled.
“You are always hungry, I’m certain there is a beast in your belly” Wes teased him.
Xander nodded seriously. “Uhhuh, there is, and he’s ravenous for you” he bit one of Wesley’s nipples, Wes yelped but laughed.
Hand in hand they wandered naked into the kitchen to see what they could find to quieten Xander’s beast.

It was cold but dry, so as far as things went Angel wasn’t going to complain. And the big plus was there was no one who wanted to share the latest warehouse they had found a way into. Oh and there was cold running water. They had set up camp in an internal office, it still had power, so Doyle had ‘borrowed’ a few things for them. A lamp, a small heater, and a hotplate, not that they ever had any food to actually cook, but they could heat water for noodles and stuff. Pure luxury. A whole lot better than the usual places he and Doyle stayed in. They both hoped they would get to ride out winter here, but knew the chances were slim.

Doyle was out, doing his dodgy stuff he kept Angel out of. He’d be back, high on whatever and hopefully in one piece. The times he came back and needed patching up were getting more often, and Angel knew he hid some injuries from him. Doyle said he wasn’t having Angel looking at his arse. He patiently explained the customer was always right, and if they wanted it a bit rough, he went along cos they paid a bit more. Angel understood, he really did. They argued a lot. Angel wanted to help make money, any way he could. Doyle held Cathy over Angel’s head, saying it was an insult too her memory if he whored himself out.
“Look Angel, I was a whore when we met, I will die a whore. But heaven help me you will never be one. You’re just too sweet kiddo.”
So for the four years he’d been with Doyle he had patched him up, held him when he had the shakes and cleaned up the puke. He felt useless. When the sun was shining he made money drawing portraits in the park, but no one wanted to pose in the snow, and they would never invite him home to do it. So during the bad weather, things were lean. Very lean.
He looked at the bag of food Fred had insisted they take, it was more than they both ate in a week. He peaked inside the packages, sorting it out. He made a make do fridge out an old tin trunk that was laying in the warehouse, he filled it with ice and snow to preserve the food a bit longer.
But the flask of hot chicken soup, that he sat by him, perhaps Doyle would share it with him when he got back.

Angel turned on the heater, and made himself comfy on his rollout bed. By the light of the lamp he began sketching. He drew images as they came to him. It wasn’t till he stopped because he needed to pee, then looked over them when he came back, that he realised he had drawn Spike, over and over. In the snow, in the shower, in his arms, and as he had said goodbye. He sat with tears in his eyes for a while. Then determined to give Spike a visual memory he began to draw again.
When he had finished he had a finely detailed drawing of Dru in Spike’s arms, as she lay smiling up at him, the love for each other clear on their faces. And in Dru’s right hand was his own. He hadn’t meant to put that in. Sometimes when he sketched, he got lost in it, the picture took over, and became what it wanted to be.
Satisfied he had done all he could with it, he signed it with his usual signature, a griffon holding the letter A, he placed the picture in one of the board backed envelopes he gave to paying customers and wrote Spike’s name on the front in a flowing script.

He had just put it neatly away, and was wondering the best way to get it to the enigmatic man that had stolen into his thoughts when Doyle turned up. He was staggering as though drunk as he fell into their room.
“OH God Doyle, what have ya done” Angel was on his feet and checking over his friend in a flash.
“Nothing, kiddo. Just let me sit down” Angel helped Doyle sit, but he winced and ended up laying on his side.
“Ya can’t tell me this is nothing. Just look at the state of ya” Angel began to strip off Doyle’s coat, determined to find out what was wrong.
“Leave me be, I’ll go that free clinic in the morning if I’m no better” but he was so weak he couldn’t stop Angel this time from checking him over.
Angel had seen a lot of bad, nasty things, he had cleaned up a fair few. This however made him want to puke.
Doyle had been raped. His genitals were still tied up with a length of fine nylon rope tied so tight neither of them could undo it to relieve his bruised and throbbing bit’s. Setting the lamp so it shone on the area, Angel winced as he cut through the nylon, tears falling as Doyle screamed in agony as the blood flowed back into abused parts and curled around himself sobbing. This revealed his backside, bloody and torn and covered in welts, as if he had been whipped. Angel gently lifted Doyle’s tee, his back was just as bad.
“Fuck, man. What do I do?” Usually Doyle would tell him what he needed to do.
“Don’t know.” Doyle sobbed, Angel held him. Doyle was in big trouble, he needed to get Angel somewhere safe.
He remembered that guy, the one who’s wife had died tonight. The woman at the shelter had told him Angel was safe with the guy. “Oh Lord stop frettin’ Spike won’t hurt him none. Spike’s a cop. An honest one.” She had prattled on, he forgot most of it. But he had also remembered the cop saying he owed Angel. He just hoped the guy thought he owed something big.

When he ran his half cocked plan by Angel, he’d got shouted at. “No way. Spike’s just lost his wife. He is no shape to help”
“Well maybe he could lend me the bus fare to send you away.” He was met with an angry glare.
“I don’t know Doyle, feels shitty roping in Spike when his wife just died”
“Bloke like him will want something to do. We’ll pay a visit tomorrow.”
Angel had grumbled and complained, begged Doyle not to have him sent away.
“Kid for you to stay I’m gonna need help. Just trust me, please?”
Angel knew there was a lot Doyle was not telling him, but let it drop for know. Doyle needed to rest.
They had shared the soup, and the bed. Angel holding Doyle tight as he shook from pain and the drugs.

Spike woke, startled. It was ten pm. He had fallen asleep crying. The puppy was licking his hand.
“Hey Gabe. You hungry little one?” he spoke, the pups tail thumped. “What am I saying, you’re a whelp, like Xan, course ya bleedin hungry. Spike was followed to the kitchen. He put some of the scraps from Fred on a plate for the pup. “Sit” big brown eyes looked at him sadly as if saying ‘just give me the food, I’m staving’. Spike smiled. Oh well worth a try. By pushing down on the pups bum, and tilting up his chin, he got him sat. “Sit….. good boy” he rewarded the happy pup with dinner. But the pup looked from the plate to Spike. “Ohh. Right.” He smirked. “Gabe’ floppy ears twitched, so he knew his name then. “Eat up boy” Spike clicked his fingers by the food. Gabe stood and stuffed his head in the food, eating and wagging his tail. Spike couldn’t help but smile.

While Gabe ate, Spike made hot chocolate, sprinkled with marshmallows. Then he let Gabe out for a wee. He shoved the snow off the balcony bit and hoped the pup took the hint. It did when Spike turned his back. “Shy bugger, come on Gabe, lets call uncle Wes”.

Spike locked the door, grabbed his drink and sat on the couch. He patted it and a bundle of fur snuggled up next to him, head in his lap. Once his phone turned on he called Wes.

Wes answered almost right away. “Wyndham Pryce”
“S’me ya plonker”
“Good evening too you too”
Spike smiled. “So anyway, me and Gabe have had a nap, and we was just calling uncle Wes to say nightie night”
“Have you totally lost it? Want me to come over?” Spike sounded alright, that could not be good.
“Erm….. don’t think I ever had an it too lose mate, but thanks for the concern”
“So… you are coping?”
Spike was silent for a while. “Yeah, I’m coping. Odd thing just occurred to me now.”
“And that would be what exactly?”
“I know right where she is Wes. First night in over two years, and I know she’s safe. Nothing can harm her now.”
Wes teared up. “Oh Spike, I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing Wes, just leave it yeah? Dru’s battle is finally over, I have to respect that and accept it.”
“Yes, we all do.” Sometimes Spike was most profound, and well grown up.
“Anyway, Gabe just wanted to say goodnight, we are going to bed, he can keep me feet warm.”
“Spike he could be full of fleas” Wes shuddered. Fleetingly wondering if Spike would want some human company to keep him warm.
“Nah, Fred checked him over, and the bloke that brought him in had got him cleaned up by someone, but no one would take the poor mite in”. Spike stroked the pups head. “Ironic ain’t it, Gabe is warm, dry and fed tonight. A stranger bathed him, but couldn’t take him in, and poor old Joe that gave him to me is right now sleeping fuck knows where.”
“Well if you don’t find a home in the next day or so, he’ll need taking to the vet to be checked over.” Wes was pleased something was distracting Spike from his grief, but a dog?
“I am not completely irresponsible Wes.”
“I never for a moment thought you were, but in God knows how long we have been friends, the only pet I have known you have is a goldfish”
“And that died, yeah I know. I’ll Google, or ask you, ‘sides, folks are gonna look at the little fella and just fall in love with his big brown eyes. Gabe will have a home in no time”. Spike was certain. Wes felt the need to sit down, this was going to end badly, he just knew it. “Anyway, I got what? A month till I’m back at work to get him somewhere nice.” Dread settled itself firmly in Wesley’s gut. “Right Wes, got me hot cocoa, got me dog, and I’m off ta bed. Going over to the funeral home early tomorrow.”
“Do you want company?”
“No but you could mind Gabe for me”
“Of course, drop him off or I can come over”
“You come here, less confusing for him that way.”
Wes agreed he would and what time, thinking all the time Spike was acting out of character, and making a rod for his own back.

“Bet he keeps the dog” Xander said.
“I certainly hope not, how on earth could he care for it when he returns to work?”
“There are ways Wes. Get someone to pop in, take it for a walk. Let it hang around my yard if it helps Spike” Xander placed a plate of food in front of Wes.
“You are a big softie”
“Why because I feed my boyfriend so he has the energy to shag all night”
Wes had been about to refuse the food, but now he began to eat.. It sounded like he was going to need it. “No, because you would let Spike refer to you as uncle Xan in front of Gabe”.
“Who’s Gabe?”
“The dog”
“Ahhh so you remembering it’s name makes you all tough?”
Wes sighed. “He’s going to keep it isn’t he?” Xander laughed and fed his lover.
“Eat up baby I got big plans for you”
Wes ate, Xander laughed some more.