CHAPTER 1 - SETTLING
He wasn't pissed like Spike thought he would be. Like he hoped he would be. Because pissing Angel off was what life was all about now. If he couldn't get that one sigh of frustration in the end of the day, than he had done something wrong. It had worned off, that passive agressive effect Spike had on him. He didn't know how, nor when, but he knew why. Angel couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle opening those doors that Spike was so curious to explore one more time. They lived with it everyday, it was hard to hide it now that they were living in the same place. The intimacy. The past. The lust for the blood that no one else had but them. So one night Spike stopped coming. He didn't wait in the dark corner of the room anymore. He wanted Angel to come to his.
And he came, of course. Spike knew he would. Because he was always in control when it happened. He knew Angel's steps one second before he took them. He saw in Angel's eyes that fire that had been sleeping like his dead heart. And he was the only one that held the power to make it burn again. No one else. That was the way it had always been.
Love never had anything to do with it, because they had never loved each other, and never would. Their souls belonged to the girl. They chose not to talk about her anymore. It kept the fire low. Spike wanted it to burn, and so did Angel, so no more of the girl. Just them.
So when Angel came, Spike wasn't surprised. And he wasn't surprised to see the old Angel in the vampire's eyes. Not Angelus, not the killer. The killer wouldn't need this. The beast. Hungry, filled with passion. No place for pure happiness, none needed. They didn't look for happiness anymore. Spike felt him coming inside the room. He kept his eyes outside the window, pretending to stare at the moon. There was no moon that night.
Angel approached him, standing by his side, glancing outside the window too. He saw no moon and smiled. Spike smirked, still not looking at him.
Just like old times.