i do not own this. i would like to own Spike, but unfortunately he's Joss Whedon's.

*Author's Note* this is my first fanfic and it's cool if you don't like it, but please review. it's kind of... interesting.

As the team spoke, Spike could feel Angel's fingers brush against hid own. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he returned the contact. His mind drifted away from the conversation, and went to the room up stairs. If anyone of the team went in, they would assume there had been a fight. Spike smothered a laugh and sighed in appreciation. best fight he'd ever had. he caught Angel's eye and knew he was thinking the same.

"That's all very interesting, pet, but I'm more of a, get down and dirty and nasty with the fighting, kind of vamp, myself. i'm getting a drink" Spike rose and smiled cheekily as he saw Angel's eyes following him.

"Aah, Spike? we don't actually have, erm, those sorts of drinks here. we ahh, don't think alcohol is suitable for the workplace" Fred stammered through her sentence.

Spike smirked at her. "i know I'm the manliest man you've seen, pet -" as he said this, his hands slid down his tight-fitting shirt to his belt "- but I'm a vampire, and i drink blood as well as alcohol" he smirked again and moved towards the fridge, not missing the lustful glint in Angel's eyes. Fred blushed and looked down at her papers, babbling about a large demon.

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"Spike... i-" Angel didn't get to finish his sentence, he was cut off by his own gasp of pleasure as spike got to his knees. Another gasp almost took angel over the edge, but after a minute of close-eyed ecstasy, Angel remembered what he was going to say.

"Spike, Buffy called. I... she needs me. i need to see her" At the mention of Buffy, Spike raised his head, his mind cleared of all but anger. "what the bloody hell are you mentioning her for? could you have picked a worse time? oh, now look what you've done. it's gone all..." spike gestured down at himself. he wasn't happy. "fine, if you'd rather the bloody blonde bint, that's your problem, you can go to her. get out, you bloody great poof. Spike gritted his teeth at the irony of what he just said. in truth, he was slightly hurt. He knew Angel still loved her, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. At least the ponce can't shag her, he'll be coming bak to me all vulnerable and sexy with hispuppy dog eyes and the little pout... hmmmm that pout...

"umm, actually Spike... she's coming here, she's on her way" Angel looked up appologetically, in time to see spike get up angrily.

"alrigh', I've got other people to do. bye, peaches" spike stalked out of the room, taking pleasure in the startled look on Angel's face as he swept out the door.