Hey, this is my first Slash story, so be kind. I'm a pretty good writer, I'm just saying that I don't know much about guy on guy sex. This is meant to be a one chapter thing, but if you guys like it I'll continue. I think I know where I'd go with it. R&R PLEASE!

Angel closed his eyes as he settled into bed. His thoughts drifted to the blonde they always seem to be on. 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 currently 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 have 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 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 slid his fingers under Angel's chin and pressed his lips more firmly against Angel's. He rest his forehead to Angel's "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 and to his lips. Spike licked and nipped at Angel's lips, a silent beg for entrance. Angel parted his lips, allowing Spike's tongue to tangle with his.

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

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 and slipping Angel's boxers off. He stripped his shirt and jeans off and leaned his body against Angel's.

He moaned and licked Angel's neck. "Been wanting this for a long time. Gonna make you feel so good."

Angel nodded slightly. His hands gripped at the sheets as Spike put the lubricant to work, he pumped two fingers inside of Angel.

Spike nudged Angel's thighs apart and settled himself between them.

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. Spike's hand gripped Angel's member and he pumped him.

Angel gripped Spike shoulders, his nails bit into Spike flesh as he felt himself nearing the crescendo of the love making. Angel's head fell back as he came. Spike came moments later. His arms unable to support he fell onto Angel, his chest heaved with effort.

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."

I need you guys to help me. If I continue, I won't make it Spangel because that doesn't work with what I plan on doing. I need my lovely readers to tell me who should end up with Angel. So, review or PM me who you want.. The one with the most votes wins. Remember, whoever you want. Thanks guys! Love you!