TITLE: Setting Things Straight
RATING: R
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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A/N: Sorry again for taking so long to get this part out I've been in HTML world sorting out my live journal come have a look and tell me what you think (take the spaces out as fanficnet wont let me pop address in) www. Livejournal. com/ users/ falcons319/ Also have a new fic over at adultfiction net called Daddy.

Thank you to my long suffering beta Pat and Ely the comma queen!!!!

Spike's thoughts

# Angel's thoughts #

Part 19

Angel walked quietly down the road surrounded by excited chatter, with Spike curled up in his arms.

"Will he be alright," Connor asked as he came and walked besides his dad, Dawn held close under his arm.

"Willow says he's just exhausted," Angel said with a sad smile. "How are you and Dawn?"

"My head hurts," Dawn grumbled, "and Buffy is going to kill me for getting hurt." She sighed.

Giles walked over.

"So have you worked out what happened," Angel asked.

"Not exactly," Giles said taking off his glasses and pinching his brow. "But we now have at least twenty slayers, maybe more. It's quite fascinating really."

Angel snarled, cutting Giles off as the scent of blood filled his nose.

"What is it," Connor asked

"Just smell," Angel instructed.

Connor sniffed and his eyes opened wide. "Blood."

"Buffy," Dawn yelled as she began running towards her house. Connor, Giles and most of the potentials were close on her heels. Angel placed Spike on the ground and looked at Willow. She nodded and he ran after the others.

As he came near the house, he was shocked to find the door smashed in and all the windows on the ground floor missing; he walked in and found more chaos. Anya was trying to bandage the worst of the wounded while Xander and Buffy were dragging the dead bodies of numerous bringers into the garden.

"What happened," he asked as Buffy drew near.

"The First sent us a few party guests. Where's Spike?"

"With Willow. Is everyone alright?"

Angel looked into Buffy's eyes and saw the answer. Potentials had died. "How many," He asked quietly.

"Four were killed in the attack, but there are a few that we took to the hospital. I don't think they will make it," Buffy answered as tears began to fall.

Angel moved forwards and held her in his arms as she sobbed

"I couldn't save them Angel. I couldn't save them," she cried into his chest

Angel ran his hands through her hair and whispered reassuring words in a low rumble.

Buffy lifted her face and captured his lips in a kiss. Angel responded, long lost feelings briefly resurfacing.

A small yelp from behind him drew Angel's attention; he pulled away and turned to the front door. There, leaning on the door frame, was Spike staring at him with lost hurt eyes, while Willow tried to hold him up.

Angel let go of Buffy and moved towards Spike. "Will..." he said softly. Angel saw the shutters come crashing down behind those blue eyes. Spike stood up straight, turned around and walked back out of the house.

Angel went after him. "Will...I'm sorr..." He didn't get to finish his sentence as Spike was suddenly in his face, fangs flashing.

"Don't you dare talk to me." the blonde spat. "Just fuck off Angel and leave me alone." Spike swung round and started walking away again.

"Where are you going," Angel asked, as tears filled his eyes.

"Anywhere away from you and blond bints," Spike yelled, before swinging round again and yelling right in Angel's face. "What is it with you and blonds? First Darla, now Buffy...again? You promised me you wouldn't do it."

"It was only a kiss," Angel said in his defence.

Spike chuckled. "It's always just a kiss, Angel. That's how it starts -- you thinking with your dick instead of that one brain cell you have in that thick Neanderthal skull of a head."

Angel took a step towards him.

"Stay away from me Angelus or I won't be held responsible for what happens."

Angel stopped as he saw the red begin to bleed into Spike's eyes, knowing that William The Bloody was close to breaking out. Angel took a small step back.

"Where will you go," Angel asked quietly.

"Anywhere away from you," Spike snapped. "Tell the others to use the house as if it's their own," Spike said as he swung round and slowly walked away.

Angel stood there until he could no longer see Spike and turned back to the Summers' house. As he entered, he heard yelling.

"How could you Buffy, after all he's done for you," Dawn yelled at her sister. She turned as she saw Angel walk slowly in. She marched up to him and slapped him across the face. "What the hell were you both thinking," she yelled as she stood between them.

Angel hung his head and Buffy stood there immobile, arms crossed.

Giles came up and said quietly to Dawn, "We can do this later. Right now we need to sort out the injured."

Dawn straightened and walked up to Angel and looked him straight in the eye. "Where is he," she demanded.

"I don't know," Angel answered forlornly. "He walked off."

"Will he go back to Sanctuary?"

"No," Angel said, his eyes downcast.

Dawn nodded then barged past Angel and into the night.

Angel swung round. "Dawn, stay away from him, William The Bloody is close to the surface."

Dawn stopped and looked at Angel. "I will not desert him, and I have nothing to fear from Spike."

Connor appeared at Angels shoulder.

"Connor, stay here. I will be fine." She turned and walked purposefully away.

Angel turned to Connor and was met with a fist in his face. He staggered back clutching his nose. Willow walked over and placed a hand on Connor's shoulder.

"Enough," she said softly. "Go help the others."

Connor glared at her, but walked away.

Willow turned to Angel, took his hand and pulled him upstairs to her room, closing the door behind them. Angel sat on the bed and allowed the tears to fall.

"What have I done," he sobbed, as the full implications of his actions hit him.

Willow sat next to him on the bed and put a hand on his shoulder. "You made a mistake," Willow said softly.

"I've lost him..." Angel sobbed

"No, you haven't, Sweetie. Given time and lots of grovelling, he will come back to you. You're each other's destinies," Willow said.

Angel snorted and looked at her. "I kissed Buffy," Angel stated flatly. "He will not forgive me this time."

"Why not?"

"Because of the past," Angel said quietly between sobs.

"What happened?"

Angel took a deep breath "I chose Darla over him and Buffy over him," he answered simply.

Willow nodded in understanding and pulled Angel's head down until it was resting in her lap, holding him while he cried.

Dawn entered the crypt and looked around. It hadn't changed since she had last been there. Slowly walking over to the hole where the lower level was, she saw an orange glow. Sighing in relief, she cautiously climbed down the ladder and looked around. Her eyes fell on the slumped leather-clad figure curled up in the foetal position on the bed, (insert comma) hands covering his face as small shudders ran through his body. Dawn walked over and climbed on. She laid down with her forehead touching his and put her hands over his and pulled them away.

"Spike?"

Spike looked at her with tear stained red-rimmed eyes.

Dawn's hands flew to his shoulders and she pulled him in close. Spike responded and they laid together silently crying, as Dawn slowly rocked back and forth, whispering calming words of nothingness.

Spike woke instantly when he heard the door of the crypt open. He carefully extracted himself from Dawn's arms and slowly walked up the ladder.

"Spike."

"Watcher." Spike smirked when Giles grimaced at the nickname.

"Is Dawn here," Giles asked nervously.

Spike smiled. "She's here and safe, asleep downstairs."

Giles nodded. "Look, I know this is a bad time, but..."

"Save it," Spike interrupted, channelling the Big Bad. "S'not like he ain't done it before. What do you want?"

Giles took his glasses off and pinched his brow. "I want the answers to a few questions," he stated.

Spike snickered. "I bet you do. Well, I ain't getting any older, you, on the other hand, are. So ask."

"Yes, quite." Giles went and leant against the sarcophagus. "What happened on the hill top," he demanded.

Spike smiled and walked over to a half empty bottle of jack and sat in his armchair, taking a swig. He then offered it to Giles.

"Spike, it's not even noon yet," he scolded.

"Middle of the night for me, pet. Besides, I need it," he said taking another swig.

Giles waited impatiently. "Well?"

"What," Spike asked indignantly.

Giles rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Spike, I have half the potentials running around with slayer strength and the other half pissed off that they don't have slayer stre..."

"Hang on, back up," Spike interrupted, suddenly looking very interested. "Are you saying that half the potentials are now slayers?"

"Where have you been? Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. What the hell did you do last night?"

Spike looked at him in shock. "I didn't do that, that much I can tell you and, in case you forgot, this is news to me. I was unconscious or in the temple most of the time tell me what happened."

Giles sighed and told Spike all he could remember.

"Bloody hell," Spike swore, when Giles finished. "I knew she was going to help; dozy bint probably didn't realise what she was doing," he muttered.

"What are you going on about," Giles asked exasperatedly.

Spike looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. Giles looked old, worn and tired. "I'm talking about Proserpexa," he stated. "I set her free and in return she took the darkness out of Willow and, by the sound of it, gave it to the potentials, which inadvertently made them slayers."

Giles paled. "You freed Proserpexa? Are you mad? Where is she now?"

"Stop your worrying, watcher. She's long gone back to her own realm; she can't ever come back here," Spike stated as he took another swig of whiskey.

Giles looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Fine, you want the details, I'll give them to you, but you might want to sit down this may take a while," Spike said. "It was about ninety years ago. In vamp years I was still a fledge, should have been with Angelus, but he'd buggered off with his soul and all. Anyway, Dru and I were out hunting one night in London when we over heard a conversation about this beautiful temple that just appeared one day, so after dinner, Dru and I went to investigate."

"London," Giles asked.

"Yeah, in the early days, Proserpexa still had the power to transport her temple where ever she pleased," Spike answered. "Dru and I walked to the temple, but Proserpexa took an instant dislike to Dru. Don't ask me why, I don't know. She wouldn't allow her to enter, only me. Dru stomped off in a huff and ended up shagging some Fyarl demon to spite me," Spike said with a smile, as Giles shifted uneasily remembering that it was this annoying blond who had helped him. "So I went into the temple, Proserpexa and I talked and we made a deal."

"What kind of deal," Giles asked suspiciously.

"The best kind, power," Spike said with a smile.

"I don't understand -- you made a deal for power," Giles asked.

Spike nodded.

"What kind of power?"

"Knowledge. I gave Proserpexa a kinda power boost so she could stay awake. You see, when she was banished, the idea was she would sleep, but her brain, in a sense, would still work. It was meant to be a punishment -- to be able to see the humans running around her sacred temple, but not be able to do anything about it. I gave her a power boost every now and again to help keep her awake and, in return, she gave me knowledge. Of course, I told Dru we got death and mayhem in return."

Giles nodded. "What about now? Where is she?"

"Gone from this realm," Spike said quietly.

"I don't understand?"

"No, you don't, Rupert," Spike said in an upper crust voice. "It's very simple; she was banished from her home, she wanted to go back, I sent her back," Spike stated.

Giles nodded. "And why exactly are half the potentials now slayers?"

Spike laughed. "Thought we had already covered that. What do you know about the make up of the slayer?"

Giles looked at him blankly.

"Okay, try this one, what makes a slayer a slayer?"

"Because the power of the dead slayer is passed on to the new slayer, when one slayer falls..."

"Yes, yes another one rises. We all know that. What I'm asking is what is passed on?"

Giles took off his glasses and pinched the top of his nose. "I have no idea," he said exasperatedly.

Spike nodded before taking another swig of whiskey. "In every potential, there is a demon. That demon lies dormant until the time that the current slayer dies. At the instant of death, the demon is released and it searches out the strongest demon among the potentials. When the demon enters the potential, it awakens the dormant demon and so the potential with the strongest demon then becomes the next slayer." Giles nodded in understanding.

Spike continued, "As for what happened the other night, my guess would be Proserpexa released Willow's demon, the demon that was making her slip into the darkness. The demon, when it was released, didn't want to die, but it needed a new home, so it split and fled into the potentials and woke up their demons. So now we have more than one slayer, which I'm thinking is a good thing seeing as we have The First still to fight."

Giles nodded. "Your sure Proserpexa won't be coming back?"

"As sure as the sun will rise each day, the spell had a clause in it stating she can never return here to this realm again."

Giles sighed and stood. "Thank you."

Spike just nodded and carried on drinking, staring into space.

Giles made it to the door before he turned and said, "He didn't mean it,you know."

Spike snorted.

"He spent half the night crying and the other half brooding," Giles said quietly.

Spike didn't respond, just stood and jumped down to the lower level.

Sighing, Giles left the crypt.

Giles walked through the front door only to find Angel sitting on the stairs. As soon as he saw Giles, he jumped up asking, "How was he? Was he alright? Did he ask about me...?"

"Angel, stop." Giles held up his hands "I didn't go there to discuss your relationship."

Angel's face fell, as he slumped back down onto the stairs.

Giles sighed and took sympathy on the vampire, which, considering their history, was no meant feat for Giles. He sat down next to Angel and quietly said, "He was drinking, which, I have come to understand, means Spike is very upset and is trying to block things out. He wouldn't talk about you."

Angel sighed. "What do I do?"

"I don't know, with anyone else I would say leave them alone for a while and then go and talk to them. But with Spike...he's a bit different; he's all action most of the time, so I honestly couldn't say."

Angel straightened and smiled gave Giles a hug, much to the man's surprise. "Thank you, that's it." Angel bounced up the stairs.

Giles quickly stood, rather bemused. "You're welcome."

Spike jumped down into the lower level, silently cursing the watcher for bringing up Angel. Tears were once again glistening behind his eyes as he took another swig from the bottle, which was now almost empty.

"What time is it," came a sleepy voice from the bed.

Spike looked up and smiled at the sleep rumpled Dawn. "Nearly midday," he replied as he walked over, putting the bottle down on the bedside table when he noticed Dawn's frown.

"You feeling any better," she asked.

"You know me, Bit, I'm like a rubber ball, I just keep bouncing back," Spike said with a smile.

Dawn just looked at him.

"Alright, I haven't quite bounced back as high as I usually do, but I'm fine. S'not like he ain't done it before and he will do it again."

Dawn sat up. "You're going to get back with him," she asked, a bit angry and a bit amazed.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I love him," Spike simply said.

"But..." Dawn was at a loss as to what to say.

"No buts. Angel won't ever change. It was my fault thinking that he would. Well, lesson learnt, again."

Dawn just looked at him.

"Don't worry he will pay...a little," Spike said with a sad smile.

"Why do you do this?"

"What?"

"Always forgive those that have hurt you," Dawn asked.

"Because life's too short to hold grudges," Spike explained.

Dawn snorted. "You're a vampire, and, in case you've forgotten, vampires live forever."

Spike smiled sadly. "Unless they become dust."

Dawn looked at him. "You're...not going to become dust are you?"

Spike smiled. "Not without having one hell of a party first. Come on, you had better head home. Buffy will be worried and I know Connor is missing you."

The sun had set half an hour ago. Spike was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling thinking when he felt the soft tug of blood. Angel was calling him through the blood link. Cursing quietly, Spike stood and followed the link's call.

He stood outside the mansion on Crawford Street, doubt started creeping into his mind. Could he really forgive Angel? He stared at the open door. Taking a deep breath, he entered. Angel stood in the middle of the room, slouched forwards looking at an interesting spot on the floor.

He looked up as Spike entered. "Wasn't sure you would come," Angel whispered.

Spike turned and closed the door. "Neither was I." He walked over and stood in front of Angel, head tilted to the side. He was so close, but he felt so far away.

Angel took a deep breath. "I won't start by saying I'm sorry, I've said it all before. Just know that I didn't mean for it to happen." Angel looked Spike in the eyes. Spike nodded.

"It just happened; she was upset, I gave her a hug and the next thing I knew, she was kissing me." Angel looked down at the ground again.

"Go on."

Angel looked up at Spike. "It made me realize one thing, I don't want anyone else. Not anymore. I want you, and only you."

Spike nodded. "Why?"

Angel looked at him blankly. "Huh?"

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes, much as he loved Angel sometimes he was so dense it was scary. "Why do you want me," Spike said slowly.

Angel shuffled from foot to foot thinking, remembering Giles's word 'action'. Angel's hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed Spike's, pulling it to his crotch. Spike's eyes flew wide open in surprise as he felt Angel's rock hard cock under his hand.

"This is why I want you," Angel said quietly looking deep into the blue orbs staring back at him. Spike tried to pull away; Angel held onto him and continued, "I want you because you are the most amazing person I have ever met, you give and give without ever taking, and I've just realised it. I love you, not just your body but the whole you -- mind, body and soul." Angel leaned in and whispered, "Besides, you're the only person I know that makes me hard just by being in the same room as me."

Spike smiled at the words and felt himself harden as Angel leaned in and kissed his neck.

"That's cheating," Spike moaned. Angel smiled against his boy's neck and started nibbling.

"That's really, really cheating," Spike gasped as Angel's teeth grazed his non existent pulse point.

"Am I forgiven," Angel asked between nibbles.

"Maybe," Spike hissed and bucked his hips as he felt Angel's fangs bite into his skin. Spike's hands flew to the back of Angel's neck and held him there while Angel lapped at the two small puncture holes.

"Make love with me," Angel whispered into Spike's ear.

Spike sighed and laid his head on Angel's shoulder. "You can't keep doing this to me."

"I won't," Angel softly said into his neck.

Spike nuzzled, then bit Angel's neck savagely.

Angel whimpered.

"You better not do it again," Spike said quietly as he drew away and looked Angel in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," Angel said quietly as he lifted his head.

Spike nodded.

Angel leaned in and kissed him. Spike didn't respond at first. Angel slipped his tongue out seeking out Spike's mouth only to find it shut. Angel whimpered. "Please," he begged.

Spike sighed and allowed Angel's tongue to enter his mouth.

Angel kissed him with all the passion, love and guilt he felt, and Spike responded.

Hands tangled with clothes, fighting with buttons and zips as they were quickly shed. Spike pulled Angel over to the rug before the fire and pulled him down on top of himself.

Angel had other ideas and quickly flipped Spike over on to his stomach. Spike started to protest, but was quickly cut off when he felt Angel's wet tongue rimming him. Spike arched his back as Angel's tongue penetrated his tight ring.

"Oh God," Spike whimpered.

Angel just smiled as he continued to tongue fuck his boy. Spike thrashed about, breathing heavily as Angel found his sweet spot.

"Need you inside me," Spike panted.

Angel grinned, quickly withdrew his tongue and positioned himself. Slowly, he entered Spike, feeling Spike's tight walls clench around him. When he was fully sheathed, Angel stopped, allowing Spike time to get used to his cock. Spike pushed his hips up, but Angel stilled him,

"Not yet," Angel whispered.

Spike twisted his head and strained to look at Angel.

"I'm too close, want this to last," Angel explained.

Spike nodded and Angel began kissing and nibbling the nape of his neck, while slowly thrusting in and out.

"Faster," Spike panted as he arched his hips allowing Angel to enter further.

Angel gasped and gave up trying to make this a long, passion-filled lovemaking. They were both too close. Angel grabbed Spike's hips and pulled him up onto all fours and started fucking his boy's arse hard and fast.

"Come for me, Little One," Angel grunted as he reached round and started jerking Spike's cock.

It was too much with Angel pounding his arse and his cock being worked at the same time; Spike couldn't hold off any longer. With one last buck of his hips, he came hard and fast. Angel felt Spike's orgasm rip through him and, as he felt the walls of Spike's channel spasm and grip his cock hard, Angel roared his own release and they both fell forwards.

TBC