Title: Never Made Love

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Fox.

Notes: Sequel to Never Felt like. Set during an AU destiny. Ya know because if Never felt like happened, then things would happened a bit different wouldn't they. Begins moments after Spike opened the box that flashed and made him corporeal.

Spike was touching Angel's chest, "Hey I can feel!" He exclaimed in pure excitement as he continued to touch Angel's chest, ignoring the outraged and confused expression on Angel's face.

Annoyed, Angel pushed Spike's hand away, "Hey. Stop touching me."

Spike quickly took Angel's mug of blood and started drinking deeply, ignoring Angel's protest. 'God! This tastes great! I can feel I'm back. I can fight, I can eat, I can feel, I can…'

"Wait a tick." Spike said, bringing himself out of his mental rant. Spike whip's his head towards the corridor that leads to Fred's lab. "Wait…a…tick." He say's each word slowly. A Big grin plasters Spike's face as he faces Angel and a newly arrived Gunn. "I can feel."

Gunn raises an eyebrow and a mischievous glint in his eye, "Just figuring something out, Bleach Boy." Out of the whole AI gang, only Gunn and Lorne were ok with Spike and Fred's relationship, after Spike saved Fred and lost what they thought was his only chance at being corporeal. Well it put Spike in Gunn and Lorne's good graces.

"Yeah." Spike said hurriedly, "See ya later, Charlie boy." Spike shouts and runs off towards Fred's lab, a distant "Don't wait up!" could be heard. Gunn chuckled and turned to face Angel. Angel wore a scowl on his face.

Gunn just shook his head, "Man, you can not tell me you have a problem with this."

When Angel didn't reply, Gunn only sighed. "He saved her life! He gave up what he thought was his only chance to be corporeal!" Angel's scowl only deepened. "Look, Angel, it doesn't even matter does it? Fred's a big girl now, she makes her own choices and decisions." He finishes a bit sadly

"But, but he's Spike."

"Compelling argument. I guess we know why I'm the lawyer now." Gunn said with amusement and walked off.

Angel gave a frustrated sigh, and looked around, just now noticing the phone have gone haywire. "Harmony! What's wrong with the phones!"

Fred's lab…

Spike rushes into the lab, accidentally knocking over a female assistant. He gave a rushed "Sorry, pet." Before continuing at break neck speed towards Fred's office door. Not wanting to seem like an eager child, Spike slowed down before reaching her door, swagger was now in full effect. Spike pushed the door open, and saw Fred frantically working on how to fix the phone.

"Do you know what's wrong with the phone?" She yelled over her back, not noticing that it's Spike who opened the door.

"Can't say that I do, Pet."

Surprised, Fred whirled around with a coy grin on her face, "Hey, William."

Spike gave her one his rare soft smiles, "Hello, Gorgeous."

Fred blushed; she still did that every time he called her gorgeous, or beautiful. Spike asked her once why does she blush when all he does is speak the truth. She blushed even more and simply replied, "Because when you say it, it's sound like sin."

Spike smiled a bit more of a wicked smile as he walked up to her and cupped her cheek. She gasped as his cool flesh touched her flushed cheek. The sensation was simulating to say the least. Before she could even ask what was happing, he began to kiss her, a deep passionate kiss, and for the first time they could truly feel it and taste it.

When Fred finally needed some air they broke the kiss, but stayed close. Both of them were panting, one out of need, another out of habit.

"You taste like cinnamon and…tacos." The last bit was said in a bit of confusion, but them a mischievous grin formed, "You taste good." He purred.

Still panting, Fed asked, "What? How? When? Yum." The last word was stated.

"Corporeal. You taste good. Don't know. A couple minutes ago. Ditto."

"Ok." She breathed, at this point not caring why Spike's corporeal, just damn happy. They began to kiss again; the searing passion of the kiss rivaled their first. Shortly, Fred began to squirm, but it went unnoticed by Spike. Fred's eyes shot open as blood started to pour out of them. She put her fingernails on each side of Spike's face and began to tear his flesh. Spike yelped and pulled back.

"What the bloody 'ell are you doing, you crazy bint!" His accent seemed to become thicker then it had been in years. Spike looked into Fred's eyes just to see them bleeding and her lack of lucidity. She picked up a lamp and was about to swing it at his head. "Oh." Was all he could say before he bolted out of the office and closed the door. He rested his forehead on the door; four identical trails of cut flesh were dripping. "I always fall for the crazy ones."

Spike rushed back to the lobby to find Angel and Gunn still there.

"Angel, Gunn!" He shouted as he ran up to them. "Something really weird is…" Spike trailed off as he saw several Wolfram and Hart employees with bleeding eyes attacking other people, and the few sane ones restraining them all. "Ah, don't really have to say anything do I?"

"Nope." They replied in unison.

"Right. Look we got to get some tranq's for Fred. She's all eye bleeding and I don't want her bashing her head in." He then rubs his cuts thoughtfully, "or mine."

A few hours later at Sirks office…

They're all huddled around Sirk's desk listening to him prone on about the Shanshu and the cup of perpetual torment. But Spike's not listening at all; he's just sitting on the couch with a knocked out Fred in his arms. He lightly brushed a kiss over Fred's forehead thinking 'Everything's going to be all right, pet. I promise. Not going to let you fall.' He's going to keep this promise, Spike tells himself. 'Not going to fail the girl, not this one.' Angel suddenly rushed to the door but stopped, he turned to look at Spike expectedly.

Spike started to feel Angel's gaze. Spike looked up to see Angel staring intently. "What?" He asked gruffly.

Angel looked a bit nervous, "Well the only way to stop." Angel waved his hand around the trembling building and "Is for the Champion in the Shanshu prophecy to drink from the cup and-"

"And you expected me to do what? Race you for it? Fight with you to see who's better?"

"Yeah." Angel said a bit awkwardly.

"Well if you need to drink the Powers that be's moonshine, and wither in agony forever to prove you're a Champion, go ahead an do it. See this." He gestured with his head toward Fred. "She's all the proof I need, that I'm a Champion."

Angel's face darkened with an array of emotions, anger, jealousy, confusion, and finally envy. Envy because Angel use to be that, he use to know he was a champion, and now everyday he wakes up and questions it, his place in the world, and finally his mission. Angel didn't responed to Spike, couldn't really, so he simply just walked out of the door.

A few hours later, Angel's Office…

A weary and broken looking Angel walked into his office. Everyone looks up, except for Harmony, who's doing her nails while sitting on his desk, and Fred who's still drugged and being held by Spike.

"You look like hell, man." Gunn said while staring at the stricken Angel.

"Yeah, well is a cup of perpetual torment, not a cup of perpetual Bunnies. Although I knew someone that would find Perpetual torment with bunnies."

To tired to insult Spike, Angel looked up, his eyes looked broken. He simply said, "It was Mountain Dew."

Spike raised an eyebrow, "Oh come on, mate! Mountain dew's not that bad."

A few hours later, Fred's Apartment…

Fred groggily opens her eyes and blinked rapidly. She was on her bed, wrapped in comforting blankets, with a leather wrapped arm resting protectively over her body. She turned her head slightly and began to smile when she ended up staring into a pair of blue eyes.

Fred loosened her hand and cupped Spike's cheek, "William." She murmured.

Spike smiled back, "Hello, cutie."

Fred smiled as she rubbed her hand up and down his cheek, but soon gasped as she noticed cuts down his face. Fred sat up and began to inspect him, "Oh my gosh! What happened!"

Confusion marred Spike's face. "You don't remember?"

"Well, I remember us kissing, and then…no I don't remember."

"Well…" he drawled. "It seems me coming back to flesh, was causing the world to fall apart. My very presence was upsetting the balance, always was a rebel." He say's smugly. Fred gives him a goofy grin and swats him on the arm. Spike grins and continues on with the story, "The whole reason the phones were going off was because of me, and well a few people went crazy. Their eyes started bleeding and they would rant their suspicions and insecurities or some rot. Anyways, it all had to do with that soddin Shanshu prophecy. Some wanker named Sirk started prattling on about this cup of perpetual torment. Whichever vampire drinks from it, well they're the one in the prophecy."

"So you and Angel raced for it?" Fred guessed.

Spike shook his head, "No, he went off to play cape crusader, I stayed with you. Had to make sure you were alright." Spike shrugged. "If he needs to feel torment for the rest of his life to feel like a champion, let him feel it. Told you already, your what makes me a Champion."

Fred blushed at his words.

"So to make a story short, cup was a fake, Sirk ran away and Angel's brooding."

"Wow" Fred breathed. "So pretty much a normal day?"

Spike smirked, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Ok, so you've answered every little question except for, who scratched your face?"

Spike looked a little nervous, "Well, when we were kissing, your eyes started to bleed and went you insane and…"

"Oh My Gosh! I did that to you!" Fred exclaimed in horror.

Spike began to chuckle as Fred babbled out an apology, amusing at first, but as Spike's first day back to the land of flesh, he had other things on his mind.

"Fred, luv." He tried to get her attention as she continued to apologize and inspect his wounds.

"Winifred." He tried, but she was too consumed in inspection, finally Spike grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down into a searing kiss. The kiss quickly became more passionate and as time went on, clothes started to disappear, hands started to roam. The night was new for Spike, it was a night filled with passion. Although passion wasn't new, he's always had passion and even received it, but this was different. It wasn't violent or hard, the passion was tender and soft, slow and fast all at the same time. That night, that time with Winifred was like poetry being spoken through their bodies, all the things he wanted to do with Buffy or any woman he loved, what he really wanted to do, he did it with Winifred.

As morning came they finally began to rest, their naked bodies intertwined a single sheet covering their forms.

"I love you, Winifred." Spike whispered into her ear.

Fred's heartbeat sped and little butterflies started swarming in her stomach. This was the first time he said those words. And she's been waiting, waiting for so long to hear them and return them.

"I love you too, William." She said softly.

Spike couldn't help the brilliant smile that graced his face. After a hundred and twenty years, he wasn't a dirty secret and he wasn't second best. After a hundred and twenty years, it was finally love.

And as Fred began to drift asleep; Spike lowered his head to her ear and whispered one last truth before they drifted off.

"I never made love, till I loved you."

Fin