Bathing in Blood

By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: Mine only in spirit and not even that.

Warning: Homosexual stuff!!!!! This is the obligatory sex chapter with two guys doing IT (sex, if you're stupid)...don't read if it squicks you or you know you're not suppose to. This is your final warning.

Author Notes: All I ask is you read this all the way through before making a decision about it.

Chapter Ten

"Angelus! Don't!" Angelus presses Spike into the bed face down, undoing his pants at the same time. The more Spike struggles the more Angelus laughs.

"Oh don't be like that, William." Angelus laughs. "It's just sex. Take it like a man." He laughs at his own joke. He rips Spike's pants fully off. "Hey, what do you know? You have a nice ass there, William. Maybe I'll have a taste." He vamps out and leans toward Spike's back. He pulls back. "Or maybe I'll just rape you."

Aneirin laughs. "See, Xany? They have history. It's not the first time that he's slept with Angel. Do you see that. You aren't his best or first love."

"Shut up. You don't know anything. You're just a vampire. A monster." I growl. I'm back to being chained to the bed. Hey, remember when I said that I had a plan and it was to play along until they unchained me? She saw right through it. I believe Spike would say 'BLOODY FUCKING HELL' to that.

"So's your precious Spike. He doesn't really care about you, see?" The pain was back. Fuck. Buffy entering the Summers house with Spike behind her. It's dark outside. "The weapons are in the chest by the TV, I'll grab the stuff upstairs." She says opening the door and moving toward the stairs, not realizing that Spike has stopped at the door.

"Uh, Buffy..." She turns back to him. Spike lifts his hand in a little wave, self-deprecating smile on his face. Buffy frowns, still not getting it. "If you wanna just hand them over the threshold, I'll-" He looks away. He understands and isn't pushing. He's respecting her wishes to keep him out of her life. Accepts she wouldn't ever care for him in this small act of standing still.

"Come in, Spike." She smiles while interrupting him. Spike looks surprised and pleased. He takes a slow step over the threshold, looking at the doorframe, then smiles. This is a gift. This is his gift for behaving.

"Hmm. Presto. No barrier." They look at each other for a moment, then Spike breaks away, walks into the living room. The moment is gone. " Um, won't bother with the small stuff. Couple of good axes should hold off Glory's mates while you take on the lady herself." He opens the chest, begins taking stuff out. Buffy's standing at the doorway to the living room.

"We're not all gonna make it. You know that." She says. Spike looks up with an ax in his hand.

"Yeah." He takes a few weapons from the chest and walks back toward Buffy. "Hey. Always knew I'd go down fightin'."

"I'm counting on you ... to protect her."

"Till the end of the world." Completely sincere then he rolls his eyes and smiles. "Even if that happens to be tonight." Another moment. This time she turns away.

"I'll be a minute."

"Yeah." Buffy turns to go up the stairs. Spike watches her go, stepping into the entranceway "I know you'll never love me." Buffy pauses halfway up the stairs then turns to look back at Spike. He's so beautiful, humble and sincere. "I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man. And that's..." Buffy gazes silently at him. He wants to explain what that means to him but breaks off his speech. For some things there are no words. "Get your stuff, I'll be here." She turns and continues up the stairs. Spike just smiles, happy to have a place in her life.

"See, Xander? He admits it. He wants her. He looks at you and all he sees is Buffy and Angelus. It's in his nature to want those with strength."

"Oh GOD! ANGELUS!" Spike was naked, rutting back against an Angelus that was bent over the smaller vampire's back thrusting into him. The look of Spike's face was bliss, his hands curling into the sheets. He vamped out and bit into a pillow, shredding it. "Ah-uh-" He breaks off to snarl and growl. "Harder!" Angelus rears up, his hands on Spike's hips, slamming into him.

"Shut up. You're making it hard to concentrate." Angelus says, an Irish accent thick and to the fore as he tosses his head to get long hair out of his face. Suddenly, Angelus' back arches and he stares at the ceiling unblinkingly. "Oh"

"Bout bloody time." Angelus looks down at Spike. "Thought you'd never finish." Angelus pulls away and flips Spike over.

"You want to come, Spike?" Malice laced the vampire's voice twisting the younger vamps' name into a familiar curse then he goes down on Spike. Spike gasps and arches up into his grandsire as Angelus' face shifts and Spike screams in agony and pleasure. Angelus sits up and spits to clean out his mouth. Spike sneers and wipes off the spittle that lands on his chest with a part of the shredded pillow.

"Feel better?" Angelus smiles, still vamped out.

"Yeah. Fuck Dru and Darla for doin' the Immortal. Wanna go kill some Italians?" Spike grins. "I'll take that as a yes."

"He likes it rougher than you could ever give." Aneirin adds as the memories fade from my vision. "Shall I show you what it was like for him to be in both your best friend and that ex-vengeance demon of yours?" I growl and push up against the vampire straddling me, trying to unseat her. She just laughs at me so I try another tactic.

"So Spike likes it rough. Tell me something I don't know! So he's having sex with Angel even as we speak. You think that I don't realize that it's you manipulating them?! You stupid bitch! I've seen Hook. I know that you're trying to manipulate me into turning against him at the last moment when he comes to rescue me. All you're doing is showin' me stuff I already know! Spike's a sensitive monster! Big deal! He cares for the people in his life at the same time he's gleefully ripping others apart just for the fun of it! I know him! Sing me something new, you two-bit whore!" I'd say that she slaps me except it sends my head rocketing to the side and something that sounded like bone cracked.

"You'll pay for that remark, Xander." I glare at her. Defiant.

"You can try and make me."

Author After Notes:...I got nothing.

Tropic