TITLE: Setting Things Straight
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: This is my first fanfic. It started off as a rewrite of Season 7 with Buffy going bad not sure where it will end up. Just wondered what would happen if Spike had some real support after he got his soul back

SPOILERS: All mainly Buffy Season 4 & 7, Angel Season 3 & 4
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
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Spike's thoughts

# Angel's thoughts #

Part 15

Sanctuary.

"Home at last." Spike sighed as he opened the front door.

"You really don't mind if I stay here with you rather than at home?" Dawn asked as Spike led the small group into the sitting room.

"Of course not Bit. You know you are always welcome here." Spike said.

"That go for me too Dead boy junior?" Xander snickered.

"No it doesn't and please explain it to me again. Why are you here?"

"Because Anya volunteered my apartment to a bunch of hormonal girls," Xander got a glazed look on his face "Actually now that you mention it why am I here instead of over there with lots of young girls all dressed in skimpy pj's...ouch that hurt." Xander glared at Dawn while rubbing his arm.

"You can stop drooling now too." Dawn said crisply.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Children stop fighting. I have a huge headache already and I don't need you two twittering on making it worse." Spike said exasperatedly.

Angel entered quietly cradling Connor in his arms, after he had fallen asleep on the trip back. He gently laid him on the sofa so reminiscent of what he had done for Spike just a short while ago. Though the injuries weren't half as bad, much to Angel's relief.

Spike went into the kitchen and retrieved the first aid kit and a bowl of warm water. Taking them to Angel he quickly herded the other two out of the room leaving Angel in peace with his son.

"I want to be with him." Dawn protested as tears welled in her eyes as Spike closed the sitting room door.

"Let Angel have this time with him." Spike said with pleading eyes.

Dawn fell into his arms and buried her face in his shoulder. Spike held her close patting her head.

"Hey, he's home now all safe and sound."

"You think he'll be alright?" Dawn's muffled voice asked.

"Physically he'll be fine, right as rain in a couple of days pet." Spike kept his thoughts about Connors mental status to himself.

Dawn pulled herself together, "Right I'll be up stairs if anyone needs me sorting things out for Connor." Dawn quickly ascended the stairs leaving Spike and Xander alone.

"So Bleached Wonder you going to explain what happed tonight? Cause it was kinda scary. Which brings me to another point, you sure we're safe? William The Bloody won't make another appearance while we're all sleeping?" Xander babbled.

"Xan, please stop it's been a long night." Spike begged lowering his head to his hands.

Xander looked on puzzled, no sarcastic remark, no name-calling, no swagger and begging there was something wrong with this picture. "You alright?"

"No I'm bloody not, just piss off and leave me alone." Spike snapped. Taking a deep breath Spike looked up. "I'm sorry, it's been one shitty day is all."

"Yeah."

"You go on up, help Dawn for me I just need some space, ya know."

Xander nodded and started to go up the stairs. When he was half way up Spike softly said, "You can sleep safe by the way, he won't be out for a long time if I have anything to do with it."

Xander turned and nodded before going on up.

Sighing Spike walked towards the kitchen pausing briefly by the sitting room door to listen to the low mumbling. He flicked on the kitchen light, opened a high cupboard and reached into the back. Sighing as his hand clasped around the familiar bottle, he pulled out a bottle of Whiskey.

"Hello old friend." He mumbled quietly as he unscrewed the lid and took a big swig, eyes closed sighing in pleasure as the alcohol slowly seeped into his system like liquid fire pleasantly filling him with heat. Spike reached into the back of the cupboard again and retrieved the two rectangle boxes. Picking his treasures up he went to the back door and walked out into the cool night air filled with the scent of jasmine.

Taking a deep cleansing breath Spike slowly walked to the old wooden bench and sat down heavily as he took another swig of whiskey closely followed by lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh god I've missed this." Spike muttered as he inhaled deeply and then let out a slow stream of smoke. Spike took another swig of whisky and sat back relaxing as the nicotine and alcohol slowly flowed into his blood stream.

The night was quiet and the stars were out as Spike methodically drank his way through the bottle and smoked his way through the pack of cigarettes.

Spike giggled feeling rather light headed as if he were honestly drunk, as he watched a moth butting its head against the glass window trying to get to the light.

"Little moth, little moth,

Want to come in.

Little moth, little moth,

Tap, tap, tap.

Little moth, little moth,

Stay away.

Little moth, little moth,

Splat, splat, splat."

Spike giggled as he took another swig of whiskey from the almost empty bottle.

"That was terrible even for you." Angel said as he stepped out of the shadows.

Spike smiled "You know me luv, William The Bloody Awful Poet."

Angel smiled as he walked over, sat down and took a swig out of the bottle.

"Connor all right?"

"Yeah, Dawn chucked me out of "Their room" after I carried him up."

Spike snorted, "Think young love might be blossoming there."

"Oh god I hope not." Angel said with a worried frown.

Spike just snickered. They sat in companionable silence each to his own thoughts, watching the night come slowly to life.

"I haven't been much use lately." Angel said solemnly, "Sorry."

Spike leaned over and Angel put his arms around him relishing the feeling of closeness. "S'all right luv. You just being here is enough."

Angel kissed the top of Spikes head. "So you alright?"

Spike gave him a puzzled look.

"You can't fool me, so don't even try. You know what I'm talking about."

Spike sighed and pushed into Angel more. Angel held him tighter.

"He scared me, wouldn't give control back. If you hadn't been there it would be him walking around now." Spike shuddered.

"And now?"

"He's there below the surface fighting, pushing wanting out again. Same as always only now he's tasted freedom and blood again and he wants it more than ever. It's harder to keep him in." Spike sighed tiredly.

"I know little one, I know." Angel whispered as he buried his head in Spike's neck.

Suddenly Spike sat up, turned and smiled wickedly.

Angel inwardly groaned, "What?" he asked.

"Come on luv." Spike said grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

Angel reluctantly stood.

Spike smirked and took off at a run yelling, "Come and catch me, if you can?" over his shoulder.

Angel smirked feeling all the worries of the last few days slowly slip away as he started running after Spike enjoying the way his muscles moved and flexed as he vaulted over the fence at the end of the garden and ran into the surrounding woods.

Angel stopped and looked around, seeing no sign of Spike he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, looking for Spike's scent on the air. He found it smiled and took off in the direction it lead.

Suddenly the scent stopped. Angel stood looking puzzled as he slowly backtracked.

"Boo" Spike yelled as he jumped out of a tree and landed on Angel's back.

"Jesus Spike, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

Spike smirked as he climbed off Angel's back and wrapped himself in his arms. "Bit hard pet seeing as you're already dead and all."

"Its beautiful here." Angel said taking in his surroundings.

"Yeah." Spike sighed wistfully. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Spike said with mischief in his eyes as he led Angel through the woods until they came to an old boathouse.

Angel abruptly turned and started walking away, "Oh no, not again."

Spike grabbed his hand and swung him round, "Please." He whined.

"No, last time we went in a boat together you tipped it up and I sank like a stone." Angel accused.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know you can't hold air in ya lungs and float like the rest of us." Spike said defensively.

"I'm a vampire Spike. I don't need to breathe, so why would I hold air in my lungs?" Angel asked sarcastically.

"So you can float. Like me." Spike muttered.

"Spike you're just abnormal. I don't know any other vampire who breathes, eats human food and for that matter makes friends with his food."

"That's cause you made me special." Spike said smugly as he slowly started walking towards the boathouse pulling a reluctant Angel behind him. "How about I promise I won't capsize the boat and I'll do all the rowing."

Angel sighed knowing he was fighting a losing battle, "If you get me wet in any way I will stake you."

Spike smirked seductively, "So I'm not allowed to get you wet at all?"

Angel groaned as he felt his cock suddenly stir to life and rolled his eyes as Spike led him to the boathouse and in to the little rowboat that rocked wildly as Angel stepped in.

"Does it count if you capsize the boat yourself?" Spike asked while trying to steady the boat.

"Shut up Spike." Angel growled as he settled himself at the stern of the boat.

"Daddy's in a mood." Spike chanted as he agilely stepped into the boat and pushed off. Angel just glared at him.

Spike started rowing into the middle of the small lake enjoying the quiet and the stars twinkling down on them. Angel slowly started to relax and enjoy the feel of the boat gently rocking. Not that he would ever admit it to Spike.

Spike stopped rowing as they reached the centre of the lake and looked at Angel, eyes closed as if bathing in the moonlight looking as beautiful as the first night Spike had set eyes on him.

Quietly Spike stowed the oars away. Angel opened one eye and watched, held up his arms in a silent gesture. Spike didn't need to be asked as he fell into the out stretched arms and was quickly engulfed in a bear hug as he buried his face in Angel's chest savouring the feeling of being completely surrounded by the scent and feel of his sire.

"You all right Little One?" Angel whispered.

Spike shuddered, "I nearly lost it earlier. I couldn't make him back down. If you hadn't been there then William The Bloody would be there soul and all killing and..."

"Shush." Angel said rubbing small circles on Spikes lower back. "We got you back that's all that matters."

Spike looked up and slowly leaned in and kissed Angel tentatively at first. Angel sighed into the kiss relishing the feel and taste of whiskey, smoke, leather, knowledge and Spike.

Spike kissed him passionately pumping all his need and love into the kiss before pulling back and settling his head on Angel's chest again. Angel leaned his head back, knowing that if he needed to breath he would now be breathless. Angel ran his hand up Spike's back, he paused as he came to Spike's neck taking a deep silent breath he slowly ran his fingers up the back of Spike's neck over where the collar had been. Angel felt Spike shudder but he didn't pull away as before. Angel let out his breath slowly, and pulled Spike closer to him rubbing the nape of his neck with one hand while the other held him close.

After a while Spike lifted his head and looked Angel straight in the eye and said quietly, "Make me yours again."

Angel silently nodded as he leaned in and captured those succulent lips in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Spike leaned in, hungrily kissing back, thrusting his hips looking for friction on his hardening cock. Spike's hands moved up to Angel's hair, fingernails digging into his scalp. Angel growled and pulled him closer, thrusting against him.

Spike gasped, "Angel..."

Angel groaned as Spike pulled away and quickly removed his t-shirt before attacking Angel's lips again while deftly undoing the buttons of Angel's shirt, pealing it back slowly to uncover the broad chest beneath. Slowly he began to slide his hands down Angel's smooth chest coming to rest on the belt. All the while kissing passionately.

Spike pulled back and slowly stood up, the boat rocking gently as he reached for the button on his jeans. Angel sat up and placed his hands atop Spike's stilling them. He looked up at the deep blue eyes looking down at him questioningly.

Angel took a deep breath, "We don't have to do this."

Spike smiled and cupped one of Angel's cheeks in his hand. Angel instinctively lent into the touch but never lost eye contact as Spike said, "No we don't have to do this, but I want to. I want to be yours again, body, mind and soul."

Angel nodded as he smiled and unbuttoned Spikes jeans. They slid slowly down to the deck as Spikes bobbing erection fell free. Carefully toeing off his boots Spike stepped out of his jeans that had puddled on the deck around his ankles.

Angel hissed at the sight before him, Spike looked like an Adonis standing there the moonlight making his pale skin look like marble. Angel ran his eyes over Spike body and came to rest on his weeping cock. Leaning forward Angel gently pulled Spike's hips closer, opening his mouth Angel flipped his tongue out over the slit that was weeping pre cum. Angel slowly closed his mouth around the head of his cock and sucked.

Spike threw back his head, "Oh god." He moaned.

Angel smiled round Spike's cock as he slowly engulfed the throbbing erection taking it deep into his throat. While his hands reached round and cupped Spike's arse.

Spike pulled back watching as his hard cock slowly slipped from Angel's mouth. Pushing Angel back Spike bent down and unbuckled Angel's trousers, Angel lifted his hips as Spike carefully lowered them. Finally free Spike straightened and looked down at Angel half lying in the back of the boat. Spike came closer and straddled Angel. They both moaned as their cocks made contact. Two swollen erections caressing each other's sensitive skin. Spike kissed Angel's neck while slowly grinding their erections together as he lowered his head to an erect nipple and bit hard. Angel hissed and arched his back while his hands found Spike's head and pulled him closer. Spike bit again and rolled the nipple around his mouth with his wet tongue. Angel thrashed about, bucking his hips seeking release.

"Want you inside me luv." Spike hissed as Angel ran his nails down his back making him arch his back in pleasure.

"Need some lube." Angel gasped out as Spike kissed his neck where his pulse should have been.

Spike pulled back and reached for his discarded duster on the deck of the boat. He fumbled around for a while then with a triumphant grin pulled out a tube of lube. Angel smiled as he took the offered tube and opened it.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Spike nodded. Angel slicked up both their erections, both moaning in pleasure as the cold fluid encased them. Spike slowly lifted himself up; Angel held his cock in position as Spike slowly lowered himself fully on to the hard member, relishing the feel of his sire filling him. Spike let out a little sigh and kissed Angel. Angel slowly began to thrust up into the begging body above. Spike lowered his head so that they were forehead-to-forehead, blue eyes meeting brown as they made love to one another.

Spike was riding on waves of ecstasy every time Angel thrust into his body and hit Spike's prostate making the younger vampire see stars all around him.

"Bite me, Sire, I need you, make me yours again."

Angel wordlessly slipped into game face. He could feel his orgasm rising within him.

"Mine." Angel roared as his fangs descended slicing through the skin, as soon as blood hit his tongue Angel gave one final thrust and his cum filled the tight passage.

Spike threw back his head, "Yours." He screamed as Angel's fangs punctured his skin and followed Angel into a world of pleasure as his own orgasm hit.

Spike slumped forwards pushing Angel back. Angel wrapped his arms around the thin vampire above him enjoying the post orgasm feelings that were flowing through his body as he gently licked the small puncture wounds on Spike's neck. Spike buried his head in the crook of Angel's neck fighting the tears that threatened to fall. He lost. Angel felt the wetness.

"Will?" he asked as tried to pull out of Spike's body. Spike held him close shaking his head. Angel sighed and held him closer, waiting for the tears to end.

Finally Spike pulled away from Angel's embrace and looked at him with teary red eyes.

"You alright?" Angel asked quietly.

"Yeah, sorry...you know, all got a bit much...what with what Ril..."

Angel silenced his words with a tender kiss, "Don't say his name, ever. He's not worth remembering, your mine now, always and forever."

Spike smiled a sad smile, "Yours always and forever." Spike wiped his eyes and slowly stood up feeling the loss of contact but knowing he had to get away, just for a bit. Smiling Spike said, "Think you can beat me back to shore?" Without waiting for an answer Spike dived into the water and started swimming.

"Hey no fair." Angel yelled as he cautiously scrambled to where the oars were. The small boat rocking furiously.

Spike giggled as he sat on the shore and watched Angel battle with oars and clothes before he was able to get the boat moving.

"Chuck us me clothes, its bloody freezing out here." Spike yelled as Angel neared.

Angel snorted "Serves you right for taking off like that and leaving me." He yelled back as he threw the clothes to the shore. Spike quickly scrambled and started dressing. By the time Angel had finally managed to extract himself from the boat Spike was fully dressed and giggling at the show Angel was putting on.

"Don't know what you're laughing at, I got a wet foot. Which if I remember correctly means that you're dead meat mister." Angel scowled.

Spike just burst out laughing and fell into Angel's arms.

"Love you too." Spike responded.

TBC