Spike slammed the door and ran his hands through his hair. What was that all about? He had been talking to Angel and then Angel had been yelling at him for hitting Poof Junior... and he'd gotten hard from it.

He'd never gotten hard thinking about guys before. He liked girls. Boobs and bums and girl parts. He liked girls. Dru was a prime example of his love for girls, no women...whatever. He'd loved her for a century! He'd never thought of another guy in that way before.

Well sure he'd noticed that there were some attractive guys out there, but that was out of jealousy, not attraction. He'd never ever wanted to get close to another guy. And men had never had this...reaction on him before.

But right now, he was sitting on the edge of his bed with a hard on. And all because of Angel. But what about him? He'd just been yelling at him in a very dominative manner and telling him to go to his room. Angel had always yelled at him practically every day of his existence when they were together. What was so different now?

"Okay, just ignore it and it'll go away. You know it will you've done it before." he whispered to himself and made sure he kept his hands away. He didn't want to touch himself after thinking of Angel. It was...unnatural. He moved to sit in front of his TV and began flicking through the channels, sprawled out on his sofa.

Finally finding something worth watching, he settled himself and let the time fly by.

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Angel packed up his favourite sword and called upstairs for Conner. If there was a demon to be killed by the docks like Cordy had said, then he could get Conner to help. Nothing like a bit of massacre to help build a relationship.

His perfect son came downstairs quietly and stealthily, nothing like Spike would have. When Spike made an entrance he made an impact. He'd jump and stomp and yell just to be noticed. Conner was just like his father. Happy being seen and not heard.

"What's up dad?" Conner noticed the sword and grinned. "We going to kill something?" When Angel nodded Conner merely smiled and went to get a weapon. Nothing like Spike.

Spike would have complained and made sure Angel knew every tiny detail of how he felt about it. He would have spent a good few minutes choosing a weapon and playing with it to see if it was the right choice, before deciding he liked Angel's best. Then the next few moments would be Spike trying to get his own way like a spoiled brat. Then, finally, they would have left with Angel having a new weapon and Spike carrying Angel's first choice.

But Conner was everything Spike wasn't. He was quick to choose, not at all annoying and was always happy to help. So within a minute of Angel calling him downstairs, they were in the sewers heading for the docks.

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Spike arched upwards as the cool lips travelled down his chest. Cool lips teased his already aroused body and forced him to bite his lip to prevent himself crying out in pleasure. He felt a tongue slide its way gently down his toned stomach and swirl patterns on his skin. He shuddered and leaned in towards the feeling. He'd never felt so good before. Even with Dru.

He was brought out of his musing when he felt the tongue lick its way along his thigh. He shivered again and felt blood on his tongue from where he'd bitten through his lip to stop from groaning. Obviously his lover had smelt the blood and realised how tantalising his lips could be. Gently and slowly Spike felt the tongue slide up towards his balls. He gasped lightly when he felt fingers brushing against the base of his erection. He was already so hard from his lover's ministrations that he didn't think he could last much longer and the gentle fingertips were not helping him maintain control.

Gasping at the effort he was using to stop from screaming at the pure intensity of the other's touch, Spike moved his hands to grip at the fluffy hair above his crotch. His fingers slipped through the gel and he was able to lightly tug and pull his lover to parts that needed his attention. Fully panting now he was unable to keep his eyes open when he felt cool lips take in the tip of his length.

It was better than anything he'd ever felt before. His lover had only just reached his cock and Spike could already feel himself leaking into his mouth. Cool fingers were gently massaging the base of his shaft and he was whimpering for release now. As soon as he felt his lover's tongue sweep across the tip and taste his precum Spike knew he was done for. He was already on the edge and ready to cum. That was when his lover swallowed around the tip of his erection.

White light flashed under his eyelids as he felt himself cum harder than ever before. Not even a full night's worth of orgasms with Dru could compare with this. He was vaguely aware of himself writhing in pleasure and saying something over and over, but his thoughts were completely detached from his body at that second.

That was when he woke himself up.

"Oh God...Sire! Sire! Sire! Sire! Uh shit Sire..."

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Of course, sod's law meant that at that precise second in time, Conner was back from his daily slaughter and walking past his brother's bedroom door.

He grinned when he heard the groans coming from Spike's room and figured out exactly what the vampire was moaning about. Fortunately he knew that his dad was downstairs and not anywhere near Spike's room. Otherwise he would have been scared. But knowing that Angel wasn't there just gave him another chance to get Spike into trouble.

Grinning to himself he crept past without making a sound and made his way back downstairs. He wiped the smile from his face and put on one of concern. Making his way over to his father, he tried to act innocent.

"Hey dad?" Using the 'd' word was a sure way to make Angel listen. He'd do anything if Conner accepted their relationship. "I think Spike's planning ways to torture me in his room. I heard him growling."

Conner had to hide his smirk when he heard the other vampire snarl before going to the stairwell. "Thank you Conner. I'll deal with it. You just stay out of his way. He'll still try and hurt you, despite the chip." Angel angrily made his way upstairs and along the hallway to his childe's room.

When he got there, he and Spike were going to have a talk. No matter how private his plotting was, Spike would not be allowed to make a plan against his son. His true son. Spike was just some random kid he bit in and alley. Conner was his flesh and blood.

He stormed along the hallway and debated whether to knock or not. He decided not to so he would have the element of surprise and catch Spike in the act. Slamming open the door he heard a yelp of shock from on the floor by the sofa.

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Yeah, it's short, I know. But it was either have this, or nothing. Figured you'd like this more. It's short because I've just spent the past 5 days frantically writing about osmosis in potatoes for my biology coursework. Seriously who cares how plants get water? Not me! please review and keep me sane.