Spike sat in his car, staring blankly out the window. He always regretted marrying Buffy. They lived a nice life, they had a wonderful son, but he gave up the one thing he wanted most. His love. His Angel.

He should have been going to work, he never missed a day in his five years there, but he couldn't go. All he did was sit in the parking lot and look at the building. He'd been doing it for the last hour. Eighteen years of having Angel so close, yet so far. It was suddenly too much to bear. He drove home, unable to muster up the power to do anything but brood.

He was content with Buffy, but not happy. He never could be, not when he could have Angel instead.

He parked in the driveway and walked into the house, his head full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He tossed his keys on the table and jogged up the stairs. He needed a shower. Maybe the water would clear his head.

He opened the door to the bedroom he shared with his wife, only to be affronted by the sight of Buffy screwing some blonde on their bed. He cleared his throat and Buffy jumped off of the guy, and clutched a sheet to her chest.

"Oh god, Spike, it's not... not what it looks like."

Spike didn't know whether to be happy or angry. "Well, how long has this been going on?"

"A- a while. Spike, please, don't be angry."

"Is this why you went on the pill? It had nothing to do with regulating your period. You didn't want your fair haired lover to get you pregnant. That's quite a while. More than a year."

Buffy looked at his feet, saying nothing.

"Buffy, if you weren't happy with me, why couldn't you bloody well tell me. Let us both be happy."

"Spike, no, I am happy with you. It's just... since you've become human..."

Spike scoffed. "Don't you dare say I haven't been satisfying your needs. That's tripe, and you know it. You sodding bint. You've been stringing me along."

She shook her head with tears in her eyes. Crocodile tears, Spike mused.

"I love you, Spike."

"No, you don't, but thanks for releasing me." Spike spun on his heel. "I'll send you the divorce papers."

"No, Spike! We can work this out. Please..."

"No, we can't." He looked at her over his shoulder. "We're over. I've been faithful, even when it killed me. You're just a lying whore. I'm moving on, and out of this house. Bye, Buffy."

Spike strode out, snatching up his keys and getting into his car, a small smile playing on his lips.

He drove swiftly to Angel's apartment, breaking a dozen traffic laws on the way. It was day. Angel would be there, and Liam would be at school.

He parked haphazardly and ran into the building, opting for the stairs when the elevator took too long. His legs carried him quickly up three stories.

He knocked on Angel's door, panting from the race to get there.

Angel opened the door, clad only in sweats and a frown. "Spike? What-" he was cut off by Spike's lips.

Angel pulled back. "Spike... what...?"

"I'm divorcing Buffy. Angel I need you. I love you."

Angel was shocked. Just the night before Spike was telling him they couldn't be together, and now he was practically jumping on him.

"Why are you getting divorced?"

"Doesn't matter. She's given me a way to be free. Liam is practically an adult now, I'm not held down anymore."

Angel stared at him for a minute. Spike thought briefly that he was going to turn him away.

Angel wrapped his arm around Spike's waist and smashed his lips against his in a possessive kiss.

"Next time," Angel mumbled against Spike's lips, "you damn well wait for me."

Spike laced his fingers through Angel's hair and kissed him harder. "'Til the end of the world."

The two stumbled into the apartment, kicking the door shut.

Angel pushed Spike against a wall, running his hands under his shirt.

Spike moaned and tore the shirt off, bearing his torso to Angel's touch.

Angel kissed his neck as his hands teased up his chest. "I'm not letting you go again," Angel whispered, biting his neck with his blunt teeth.

Spike groaned and held Angel against his neck. "Yes," he breathed. "Never. Never leaving."

Angel tugged on Spike's belt, pulling it off in one, smooth motion.

Spike wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him until he absolutely had to breathe. God he hated being human.

Angel dragged him into the bedroom laying him on the bed and covering his body with his own.

"Mine," Angel growled and bit into Spike's neck, his fangs piercing his skin.

Spike gasped and buried his fingers in Angel's hair. "Yours. I'm yours."

Angel jerked Spike's pants off, kicking off his own. "Mine."

Spike ran his fingers through Angel's dark brown locks. "Yours, my love. I'm yours."

Angel kissed him again. It felt too real to be a dream, but it was just too incredible to be reality. He blindly grabbed the bottle on his nightstand and prepared Spike, eager to be connected with him again after so long. Too long.

Spike gripped Angel's shoulders as he pushed into him. It felt so right. Like coming home. He was where he belonged.

Angel pressed his forehead against Spike's, looking into his eyes as they rocked against each other. It was amazing. It was perfection. It was the way it should have always been.

Spike and Angel moved together, gasping and moaning.

"Angel, bite me again. Claim me."

Angel hesitated a second, but slipped back into his game face.

Spike caress his face, and kissed his ridged forehead before baring his neck. What he really wanted was for Angel to turn him, but that could wait. He wanted forever with Angel, and he'd make damn sure he'd have it.

Angel's fangs sliced again into Spike's neck. He drew blood into his mouth. "Mine. You're mine, Spike."

Spike arched into Angel. "God, Angel, yes. Yes, I'm yours. I belong to you. Forever."

Everything clicked into place. Angel knew he'd never lose Spike again. Spike was his, just as he had always been Spike's.

Spike fell over the edge, crying Angel's name as he came.

Angel followed Spike into the sweet rapture, Spike's name on his lips.

They lay, wrapped in each other's arms. Angel licked the mark closed, nuzzling it tenderly.

"I love you," Angel whispered, kissing his mark.

Spike caressed the hair at Angel's nape. "I love you too, kitten. I always will. I'm yours."

Angel purred in delight and Spike smiled, holding him closer.

Spike stroked his shoulders, and back. "I'm all yours, forever. Until my last breath. Longer. Until the universe itself ends."