Angel was sitting in his room leisurely, his shirt unbuttoned, his legs propped onto the coffee table, reading one of his favorite books for the umpteenth time. The hotel was quiet tonight, everyone had already gone home. He had the place all to himself. That's how he liked it. But he was unfocused. Somehow he ended up reading the same passage again and again, his eyes just taking in words and letters without his mind processing their meaning. His thoughts wandered. Although he had some pig's blood this night, he was still craving more. The real thing. At times it was hard to keep his inner demon in check.

He grew reminiscent of the day he was made human again. That memory was equally painful and beautiful since he was the only one remembering it. Everyone elses' memories had been scrubbed squeaky-clean by the oracles. For one day and one night only, he had been able to eat real food and do... other things he couldn't have done. Angel loved ice cream. Especially cookie dough being licked off his chest by a certain Slayer. And she had not stopped there ...

Buffy licked her lips. „You're just so yummy", she smiled at him. „Yeah, well..." He just could not think of a snappy remark because he was hard again. She caressed his nipples with her tongue – cold, he could feel that now – sending shivers down his spine. Her hand came up his leg and gripped him firmly. He gasped. Working her way down his abs he was anticipating the moment she would let him enter her already. She kissed the tip of his cock and circled it tentatively. The she went all in. The sight of her trying to take the whole of him in her mouth was almost enough to send him over the edge already.

He had a massive hard-on. His pants felt awkwardly tight. He put the book away as he recalled the feeling of Buffy's mouth sucking him fervently. For a moment he just sat there, closing his eyes and leaning back, imagining that she was actually giving head right now. His cock was aching and seeping wetness into his boxers. He adjusted, loosened his belt and began to stroke himself. It had been a while since he had had some me-time.

Wolfram&Hart in the morning. Always a chipper. Lilah sipped her double espresso latte macchiato, the drink of choice for evil stylish people. She opened the door with the key she had sneaked from Gavin's minion. Stupid SOB, how could he even think that he could keep this a secret? From her? Hahaha - insert evil laugh. It was still dark outside, five a.m-ish. She came in early today because she needed to get some things done before Gavin came in. Like, for example, screw him and check out his oh-so-secret „operation bug" station.

There was a guy in a cappy and earphones on, snoring loudly in front of a huge surveillance unit, showing little black and white screens. She cleared her throat. He woke up with a start.

„Huh...What … I was just resting my eyes... huh"

„Good morning, sunshine", she greeted him. „Now go take a hike."

„What... But Mr...."

„Yeah, forget him. I'm telling you to leave."

„Alright, fine by me. But you take all responsibility, it wasn't my fault, y'know..." -

„Leave!"

„Ok." He trodded out.

So, this was it! Not a bad idea actually. She sat down in the comfy chair, crossed her legs and scanned the screens. Empty corridors, the lobby, also emtpy. Nothing - oh wait. Angel sitting in his room, reading a book. Aww, how cute. Still practicing escapism from the cruel world around him, well, d'uh. Boring. She took a sip of her drink, put it down on the table and she just was about to grab of one the vcr-tapes with the date of yesterday on it when she noticed a small movement.

She looked back to the screen and nearly burst out laughing. What the hell was that? It sure looked like... She took a closer look and zoomed in a little. Angel playing with himself, lost in thought, fondling the big bulge of his pants. She snickered. The 21st century ruled. His face was priceless. Should she make a screenshot and blackmail him with it? Or just for the hell of it, she could just watch his reaction when he opened the package. And that's what he did then – open the package. Whoah. Wiped the smirk right off her face.