Angel needed to be with Spike. It was a phsyical thing. When they weren't together his palms itched and his arms felt like wood. His dead heart would race, his pulse pounding in his ears so loud he though his eardrums might burst.

But the worst part was in his pants. He had a permanent erection. And it was all because of the peroxide-blond vampire camping out in his apartment. His life had been going great until Spike had decided to come back. Now it was all screwed.

And to make things worse, he thought he was in love with Spike.