Chapter six: Madly Brilliant

Okay, I would apologize about the uber long wait, but well, I have exams, serious exams, so I think I'm justified in leaving it a bit longer. Anyways, I would probably have stopped writing this if it weren't for the fact that a friend of mine actually seems to want me to write more …

Anyways…

Inside the mansion it was dank and dusty. What were once rich decorations and items of furniture were now sun bleached, ironically, and covered in a thick layer of grey particles. Fake sneezing to make a point the radioactive blond slumped down on to one of the large sofas in what could only be called the main 'living' room, for lack of a better term. He slapped the arm of the sofa to make another point in stirring up more dust, he smiled but the older, larger vampire just glared at him.

"Spike, don't you think I could have noticed that it was dusty for my self? When you're better we are really going to have to give this place a serious clean." Angel walked around the room, swiping his finger across a surface, the white glove test with out the need for an actual white glove. Spike knew that Angel was serious about the clean up, but he also knew that he could get out of it, simply watch Angel do it all. Spike grinned slightly to himself as he started to think of new and creative ways to get out of cleaning. Angel noticed this, and he knew what Spike was thinking, "You aren't getting out of this, I know you, and I know when you're lying so don't even try it." Angel gave Spike an oddly serious look. Spike just continued to smile to himself.

"Where are we bedding?" Spike suddenly stood up, clapping his hands together as he looked around. Angel did the same then picked up the blankets and pillows that Buffy had lent them.

"Follow me." Angel started to leave the room, Spike following closely behind him. They walked up the stairs, Spike still tagging along behind, until Angel reached the doors which led in to his old room. "I, umm. You can have my old room." Angel stuttered slightly as he looked anxiously around the room; the large, dusty yet lush looking bed drawing the majority of his attentions.

"Don't you have a spare bed?" Spike asked cautiously, fairly sure what the answer was already. Angel shook his head, placed a selection of blankets on the bed, along with a few pillows before he exited the room as swiftly as his vampire speeds would let him. Spike sighed, his sire was acting even more confusing then usual, usually he was actually somewhat predictable in what he did or said. Spike pulled the luxuriant bedding off and replaced it with his rag like blankets of choice, once again choosing which he would like to use the most out of the selection.

Downstairs on the sofa Angel was fussing about, trying to get as much dust off of his future sleeping place as possible; he had also had to do the curtain check, making sure that all curtains in the house were closed firmly as they once had been. Finally finished he lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes, getting the first moments sleep he had in over a day. Spike couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned, you wouldn't have known that his dreams weren't in fact nightmares. About two hours after Angel had gone to sleep the sun was about to rise, Spike was still unable to sleep, but he knew that there was a TV downstairs, he simply hoped that the connection hadn't been cut after so long, or at least he hoped that Angel owned a few videos or DVDs. Creeping down the stairs, unaware as to where Angel had taken to slumber, and trying not to wake him. Walking in to the room where he remembered seeing a TV Spike almost stumbled back when he saw Angel sleeping on the sofa. Spike sighed, he knew Angel hadn't been getting enough sleep and to see his sire finally resting made him exultant. Spike turned to leave when he heard Angel mumbling in his sleep, being the bothersome little scamp of a vampire that he was Spike couldn't resist finding out what, or who, Angel was dreaming about. He had intended to use any good information for blackmail purposes to get out of cleaning. Tip-toeing closer and kneeling next to his Sire he waited for him to speak again, now Angel was simply making happy sighing noises, one or two could have been, to a disturbed Spike pleasure, entitled as 'moans'. Almost high on the excitement and adrenaline of the moment Spike cracked an unnerving grin as Angel opened his mouth to speak, hopefully the name of his dreams mystery person.

"Spike…" Angel growled, Spike fell back from where he'd been kneeling, fearing that Angel had awoken Spike turned to scarper when Angel gave a moan that sounded very much like the way Spike remembered Angel moaning with Darla in the other room as he and Dru were in the adjacent. Spike slowly turned and looked in disbelief at the slumbering. Nervous now Spike started to stutter, unsure if he should acknowledge his presence, wake Angel up and lie about what he was dreaming about, or if he should calm down and not jump to conclusions. In his dream Angel's true accent was clear so Spike was hoping that he was dreaming of being with Darla but trying to get him to leave, that had happened a few times. Spike remembered walking in on the two doing some down right wrong things, been shouted at and growled at before he turned to leave… once while testing new ways to get red of him Angel had said that he was always welcome to join in, at this Darla had smiled and told Angelus that he could have first dibs on him… With this memory firm in his mind Spike turned tail to leave, not noticing the bag in front of him, tripping Spike crashed in to a small side table cleaning it of the lamp and vase that had previously been atop it. Angel sat up quickly, looking around with wide eyes, he spotted Spike and all the very little color in his face drained away.

"How long have you been there?" Angel asked quietly, he could remember what he's been dreaming of and was wishing that for just this one time, he hadn't been vocalizing in his sleep. Spike shrugged, trying to regain his infallible exterior. "What did you hear?" Angel wasn't even looking at Spike any more, he knew that the younger had head him and he knew perfectly well that Spike wasn't an idiot, he knew what was going on.

"Nothing… nothing much…" Spike said all too quickly. He then paused, just long enough to loose all common sense in the world, "Were you having a, umm, that kind of dream, about… about me?"

End of chapter six

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