Everyone knows that Angel hates it when Spike is around, does anybody know why? One night a drunk Spike crashes at Angel's. And Angel's forced to see how much he loves Spike. But what if Buffy comes looking for Spike? What will Angel do to make him stay? Set right after The Girl in Question. contains Slash. Very much M. Please R&R Spangel

Angel closed his eyes as he settled into bed. His thoughts drifted to the blonde who constantly plagued his mind. Spike.

They had just gotten back from seeing Buffy in Rome, and Spike was brooding. Spike got drunk soon after their little chat about moving on, and was passed out on Angel's couch.

Angel saw Spike's face in his mind's eye. His sharp cheek bones, his stunning blue eyes. Angel found himself wondering what Spike's eyes would look like while making love? They only had sex once, and both of them were so drunk the only way they knew they had sex was the fact the they had woken up with Spike still inside Angel. Needless to say both of them cursed and screamed, but only one of them was really angry.

Spike doesn't want me like I want him. He never will, Angel though morosely.

Angel felt tears come to his eyes as he squeezed them shut. He hated wanting someone who would never want him back. It hurt to have feelings for a man who hated him.

A thumb swiped the tears off of Angel's cheeks and his eyes sprung open. A pair of intense blue orbs looked down at him.

"Now why in the world are you crying?" Spike asked brushing his lips against Angel's.

Angel sat up, his eyes widened in surprise. "Spike, what…? Why are you here?"

Spike ran his fingers through Angel's hair, leaning down to brush kisses across his jaw. "I could hear you, so sad, so alone. I know you want me, I can feel it." He ran his hand across Angel's boxers, making Angel moan as he pressed against his erection.

"But, why? Why now?" Angel panted.

Spike smiled gently. "Because I've given up on my illusion of going back to Buffy. I want you, not second best, only you."

Spike pushed Angel back on to the bed, straddling his waist and grinding into his erection. He leaned down, whispered in Angel's ear. "I want to take you. Please, let me have you."

Angel moaned and nodded vigorously.

Spike slid his mouth up Angel's neck, nipping at his skin until he reached his lips. He slid his tongue across the Angel's lips, a silent beg for entrance. Angel parted his lips, allowing Spike's tongue to tangle with his. They kissed hungrily for what felt like forever.

Spike pulled back a few inches, panting, and looked into Angel's eyes. "Do you have…?"

Angel nodded and reached into the drawer of his night stand, pulling out a white tube. "I uh, have sudden urges sometimes. Um, you know what dreams do."

Spike smirked. "I do. I dream of you so much." He touched Angel's cheek and pressed a sweet kiss against his lips. "And now I have you. I'm not letting this end quickly." He slipped Angel's boxers off, before he rid himself of clothing.

They both moaned as flesh touched flesh.

Spike licked Angel's neck, and whispered huskily in his ear, "Gonna make you feel so good, pet." He nipped his earlobe.

Angel nodded slightly. His hands gripped at the sheets as Spike put the lubricant to work.

Spike moved down Angel's body, pausing to kiss or lick a random part of his abdomen. He finally made it between his legs, and to the prize. He slowly thrusted two well lubed fingers in and out of him as he kissed his way up his hard length. He flickered his tongue over the head add another finger, and Angel cried out, raising his hips in search of friction. Spike took him into his throat, his lack both a gag reflect and the need for air, allowed him to take him in completely, his nose nestled in Angel's hair. He swallowed and bobbed his head, enjoying his lover's cries of pleasure.

Spike decided that Angel was well enough prepared, and released his erection with a wet pop. He lathered a liberal amount of lubricant on his own length.

"Do you want me Angel? Tell me, tell me how much you want this."

Please, Spike, I need you. Please, please, I want you, " Angel pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

Spike kissed him softly before he position himself. "I'll make you feel good, kitten."

Angel watched, enthralled by Spike storming blue eyes, darkened heavily by need. Angel's lids fluttered close as Spike slipped into him. "God, Spike…"

"Shh, just feel." Spike captured Angel's lips as he moved in and out. His hand gripped Angel's member, and he pumped in time with his thrusts, his thumb swiping the head every few times.

Angel gripped Spike shoulders, his nails biting into Spike flesh as he felt himself nearing the end. He laced his fingers through Spike's hair and their lips crashed together as they moved frantically against one another. Angel cried with his release, spurting his seed on Spike's stomach. Spike came moments later, kissing Angel's face and throat. His arms gave out and he fell on Angel's chest.

Angel caressed his back as they both recovered.

Spike rolled off of him, his breaths came out longer and more even. Angel moved to his side, he wrapped his arms around Spike's waist and rested his head on his chest. Finally he felt as close to his grand childe as he always wanted to.

Spike rubbed Angel's side gently and whispered, "Angel, pet, there's something I need to tell you."

Angel looked up at him. "There's something I need to tell you too. You go first." Angel made up his mind; it was time to tell Spike.

Spike drew himself up on his elbows. "Angel, wake the bloody hell up."

Angel blinked. What?

A rough shove jostled Angel and his eyes snapped open. Spike was standing above him, a look of annoyance and impatiens written on his face.

"Are you gonna get you bloody arse up, or do I have to kick it?" Spike asked with an over dramatized wave of his arms. "You crew's in the other room. Something about baby eating demons on the loose."

Angel became aware of the stickiness in his boxers as he moved to sit up. He knew Spike's vampire abilities would allow him to smell it, Angel hoped that Spike didn't know why it happened. Who it was that wiggled his way into Angel's dreams. "Uh, give me a minute?"

Spike snorted. "Yeah, and next time I pass out here, remind me not to. Don't fancies hearing you have dream sex with Buffy again."

Angel nodded numbly. Spike didn't know. "Yeah, fine. Whatever."

Angel watch miserably as Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust and strode out of the room. As the door slammed close and Spike's footsteps grew fainter Angel whispered, "I love you."