Angel is down on his knees, between Spike's boots and in front of the couch. His hands run up the other vampire's legs, a delicious burn boiling in his loins. Midnight blue eyes stare down at him, feigning boredom. Angel lets his fingers run over the bulge in Spike's jeans lightly before moving them away. An eyebrow is arched in indifference but Angel sees the tic in Spike's cheek start up. Angel bites his lip and starts his way back up, unconsciously slicing his own flesh. Spike's nostrils flare at the smell of blood as he grabs Angel's hand.

"You stupid poof."