Angel and Spike sat on the floor, the surviving Chinese food was laid out in front of them, and laughed as they talked about the "good ol' days."

"We had fun, didn't we Spike?" Angel ask, absently nudging a egg roll around.

"Of course we did." Spike picked up the roll that seemed to have stolen Angel's attention, and bit into it.

Angel smiled. "Pig." He wiped the corner of Spike's mouth with his thumb. They both stay still, looking at each other. Slowly the two inched closer until their lips were nearly touching. A loud knock killed the moment and Spike leaned back. Angel sigh and glared at the door.

"Come in!" he called. He needed to know who it was who ruined his chance of finally feeling Spike's lips. He had to know which member of his team would be getting the shit jobs.

Buffy entered the apartment, eyeing the two suspiciously. Had it been anyone else she'd have said the scene had a romantic ambiance, but Spike and Angel were straight, so she shrugged it off. Mostly.

"What are you two doing?"

Spike smiled as she sat down beside him.

"We fought demons, took showers, ate take out. You know, hero stuff," Spike said, kissing her cheek.

Angel felt all the hopes that had been building up all day, drain right out of him.

"Yeah, so Buffy, I heard Willow needed you for something?" Angel asked.

"Yup, bad break up. I didn't even know she was dating since Kennedy left. She needs some best friend time, so I'm going to be hanging with her for a couple of days. I don't want her to do anything stupid."

"Good idea," Spike said. "You never know what could happen. She could do a spell to have her will be done."

"Oh god, maybe I should stay with her tonight."

"Yeah, Spike can just hang with me for tonight. Talk about old times." His gaze found Spike's.

Buffy didn't like the vibes she was getting off Angel. It felt like he was after Spike. She wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and made a show of kissing him.

Angel took small comfort in the fact that Spike didn't look all that comfortable with Buffy.

"Buffy, are you leaving now, or staying a while?"

Buffy finally freed Spike from the kiss and over her shoulder Spike sent Angel an apologetic look.

"I guess I should get going... Oh! Unless Willow wants to hang out here."

Angel bit his tongue to keep from yell a stream of curses.

Spike spoke up. "Pet, Red wouldn't want to be here, and neither would you. All Angel and I are going to do is chat about the past."

Angel's mind was reeling. Did Spike want to be alone with him? Could he have feelings too? Was his love requited? Did the almost-kiss mean something to him too?

"But I want to stay," Buffy pouted. "I want to be near you." She kissed his jaw.

Spike brushed his lips over hers. "You're going to have me for the rest of time, Angel and I aren't going to see each other for a long time."

All of Angel's hope was killed. He despised watching the two act cute together.

"All right," Buffy sighed. "I'll give you guys tonight to hang out." She kissed him soundly before standing up. "See you tomorrow, Spike. Bye, Angel."

The two men bid goodnight to the blonde and she left.

Angel looked at Spike. It was back to the drawing board. He needed a new plan to get Spike.

"What do you want to do?" Angel asked.

Spike smirked crookedly. "I was thinking you."

Angel was so surprised that he didn't see him coming until Spike had leapt on him. They both fell back and their lips danced together. Angel eagerly returned the kiss, still shocked.

"I want you tonight, Angel," Spike whispered against his lips. "It's obvious you want me. The looks, the touches that lasted too long to be friendly."

Angel moaned as Spike bit down on his neck with blunt teeth.

"Yes," Angel hissed. "I want you." Angel tugged on Spike's hair, pulling his mouth back. "But I'm on top."

"Okay." Spike jumped to his feet, pulling Angel up with him.

Angel was certain he was dreaming. It couldn't be real. Spike couldn't want him.

Spike pulled the shirt off, staring into Angel's eyes as he let the sweats drop to his feet.

Angel dragged his gaze up and down Spike's body. He quickly stripped himself of his own clothes and stepped up to Spike, touching his hip with one hand and his cheek with other.

"Angel, this is just tonight." Spike looked into his eyes. "Just tonight."

Angel nodded. He wanted more. He wanted to Spike to declare undying love and stay with him forever, but that wasn't going to happen, at least not tonight. It was too soon. Angel would take what he could get.

Spike pressed his lips to his softly before crawling onto the bed and lay with his hands on the top of his head.

"You wanted to drive, don't just stand there admiring the goods."

Angel covered Spike's body with his, kissing his throat, sucking lightly on his Adams Apple.

Spike moaned, his hands wandering down Angel's back.

Angel reached into his nightstand drawer and pull out the lubricant. He saw Spike's eyebrow raise, and he smiled.

"Boy Scouts are always prepared, shouldn't I be?"

Spike ran his hand down Angel's chest. "Fair enough." He leaned up and licked Angel's nipple, biting softly.

"Oh god, Spike," Angel groaned. Spike moved to the other one and started stroking Angel's dick.

Angel wanted to drive inside him so much, but first he wanted to taste him. He knelt between Spike's thighs, dipping his head down to kiss the head of Spike's creamy white erection before flicking his tongue over the slit.

"God, you taste delicious, Spike." He took him in more, sucking eagerly.

Spike laced his fingers through Angel's hair, arching and moaning gutturally. He gazed down at Angel, the sight of him sucking his cock nearly did him in. He dropped his head back, panting.

"Angel, you better take me soon or I'm going to come undone."

Angel released his length reluctantly.

Spike rolled on to his stomach and got on to his hands and knees.

Angel bit back a groan and started to prepare Spike. He pushed his fingers up and Spike pushed down.

"Angel... Oh god... Just do it. I want to feel you."

Angel positioned himself behind Spike and thrust in. He laid across his back, gripping the head of the bed with one hand, and Spike's hip with the other.

Spike grunted as the two quickly found a pace.

Angel vamped, sinking his fangs into Spike's neck. He wanted so badly to initiate a claim, but held back.

Spike arched into Angel, the bit starting his orgasm. Long sticky streams shot from both as Angel drew a small amount of blood from his childe. It felt like forever before they collapsed on to the bed, panting even though they didn't need to.

Angel licked the mark on Spike's neck closed before nuzzling it. He grinned as Spike began to purr, and sound resounding from deep in his chest.

Spike turned in Angel's arms, caressing his cheek.

"Angel, I have to tell you something."

Angel felt panic rise from his stomach. This was the part were he woke up, and Spike was gone, never really there. He didn't want that. If he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up.

"No, no. Don't say anything."

Spike brushed his lips over his. "I want to say thank you."

The fear ebbed away and Angel captured Spike's lips in a searing kiss.

"No, thank you. Thank you for this. I needed it. I needed you," Angel breathed against his lips.

Spike and Angel laid there, touching and kissing until sleep overtook them both.