Angel was obsessed. He had chained Spike down to the bed two days ago and refused to let him up. He would spend hours looking at him, his eyes tracing the sharp angles of the other vampire's face, memorizing it all. He kissed Spike a million times, tasting his lips until they were swollen. Angel played with Spike's hair, getting out his fancy gel and styling it just the way he wanted despite Spike's loud protests. And sometimes Spike would wake up and find Angel staring. Just sitting there, staring. It was weird and kind of scary.

But he loved it.