John and Spike sat at a secluded table in a corner of the Bronze. A place where they could flirt and touch and kiss without any overly straight, muscle bound, brainless guys interrupting them.

Spike dragged off his cigarette. "The movie was terrible."

John stole the cigarette and took his own drag. "How come you tell. Seems to me we were rather... occupied during the film."

Spike chuckled and kissed him. "Yeah, it still sucked."

"It wasn't the only thing sucking, gorgeous."

"John?" I voice said. A male voice. One that was all too familiar.

John's eyes widened and he swiveled around to see Jack. He was just as handsome as ever.

Spike eyed Jack. He was too much like Angel. Damn hot, but reeked of brooding, and redemption. "I don't believe we've met. Name's Spike."

Jack eyed the two. They looked so much alike that it was shocking to see. Not to mention an instant turn on. "I'm Jack. God, I love the hair."

Spike smirked. Finally, someone appreciated his style. "Jack? The Jack?"

John answered. "He's the Jack I told you about."

"Good things, I hope," Jack gave Spike a flirtatious smile. "Think I can steal John for a minute?"

Spike wasn't sure why, but Jack made him hot under the collar. Maybe it was the unbelievable confidence, or the fact that the man was undeniably sex on feet. Whatever it was, Spike was starting to question why men suddenly seemed so damned attractive.

"Yeah, but bring him back in one piece, I'm going to be wanting him tonight."

"No worries. If I break him, I'll take his place." Jack winked.

John snorted. "Don't think you have it in you to break me." He was jealous, though he didn't know whether it was over Spike, or Jack. Probably both. They were flirting with each other, and pretending he didn't exist.

John followed Jack to a quiet, private corner of the night club. "What do you want?" he asked.

Jack grabbed John by the collar. "You know damn well what I want. Before you walked into the rift, you said something, remember?"

John brushed his hands off. "Yeah, what of it?"

"Where's my brother?"

John sighed. "He's nowhere you could get to. He's with the same aliens who took him before. Jack, he's... I don't think he can be saved. Not where it counts."

Jack's jaw clenched. "I now know that he's alive. I will save him."

John was about to say something, but he noticed the tall, rather handsome fellow who was making a beeline for Spike.

"I gotta go. Just... be careful, Jack. You're too pretty to die for good."

John left before Jack could talk. He stood aside and watched as the talk, dark and handsome man stopped at Spike's table.

"Spike... Xander told me that you have a boyfriend?"

Spike rolled his eyes. "The whelp has a big mouth." A mouth Spike would like to kick.

"So, you really are screwing a guy?"

"Everything okay?" Jack asked as he walked up. "You look ready for a fight, Spike."

"Peaches always makes me ready to kick his arse."

Angel studied Jack. "Is this the guy you're sleeping with?"

Jack smiled one of his charming smiles. "I wouldn't mind to."

Spike raised his scared eyebrow. "This is Jack, a friend of John's." The truth was, he wouldn't mind sleeping with Jack. There was something disarmingly charmingly about him.

Angel gritted his teeth. He didn't like the look the two men shared, or the sexual vibes that poured off both.

"Am I interrupting something, pet?" John said as he came up, sitting beside Spike.

Spike threw his arm around John's shoulders and kissed his jaw. "Not at all, luv. This is Peaches, I told you about him."

John eyed both Angel and Jack. Both were decidedly jealous. "Hmm, yes, you did. What's he doing here?"

"He heard about you and came to see if Harris was telling the truth."

Jack tilted his head, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Angel. "Is he an old lover?"

Spike Nearly choked on his cigarette. "N-no!"

"Oh, 'cause he seems pretty darn jealous. Not that I blame him. I've known you ten minutes and already I'd love to take you to bed."

Spike swallowed. Jack was really open about what he wanted. "Angel doesn't feel that way about me."

"If you insist."

"Tell him, forehead."

Angel looked away, crossing his arms.

Spike's eyes widened. Angel wanted him!?

John stood. "You, Angel, I want to talk to you for a moment."

Angel nodded and walked aside with the time traveler.

"Keep your damn hands off of Spike. He's mine," John hissed, careful to be quiet in case Spike was using his vampire hearing to listen in.

"He's my grandchilde. I've known him longer," Angel growled. If he had known Spike was interested in men, he would have been after him long ago.

John pointed a warning finger at Angel. "Touch him, and dust, understand?"

"Like you could stake me," Angel scoffed.

John glared bitterly. "Try me." John turned back to the table and clenched his jaw when he saw the intimate space between Spike and Jack.

Jack copied Spike's position, leaning forward on the table. "You were really in China during the Boxer Rebellion?"

Spike chuckled. "I was. God, there was so much death. So many explosions I couldn't hear myself bloody well think."

"I know, I was there."

Spike frowned but nodded. "All right. Time travel. Got it."

"So, why were you in China?"

Spike smiled ruefully. "Went to find a girl."

"Did you find her?"

"She gave me this." Spike Pointed at his scarred eyebrow.

Jack reached over and ran his thumb over the scar. "Nice gift. What did you do to earn it?"

Spike was so lost in the warmth of his touch, and the smell of his skin that he almost didn't catch the question. "She was a vampire slayer." He said, though his words came out softer than he planned.

"Not an ex lover?" Jack moved his hand.

Their lips were somehow close. An inch or so apart. "My lover's don't usually try to kill me. Much better things they'd like to do."

Jack looked at Spike with half lidded eyes. "I bet."

"Somehow I feel like I'm interrupting something again," John said as he came up.

Spike leaned back in his chair and smiled easily at John. "Of course not, pet. Just getting to know captain Jack here."

Jack didn't appear to be getting up, so John pulled Spike up.

"Let's dance kitten." John dragged his lips across his jaw. "You know how much that turns me on."

Jack and Angel scowled as one, and looked longingly at Spike.

"Mmm, if you want, pet." Spike knew John was marking his territory, but didn't care. He loved being with him, and jealousy looked damn hot on him. There was still the attraction to Jack though...

John led him to the dance floor and put his hands on Spike's hips, rubbing against him softly.

Spike moaned softly and mirrored the action.

Angel sat in the seat Spike vacated, and growled as he and Jack watched the two men dance.

"Damn, I'm going to get that guy in my bed," Jack mumbled, mostly to himself.

"You better be talking about John, because I'm going to have Spike."

Jack scoffed at Angel. "Fine, may the better man win, because I was talking about Spike."

Angel glared balefully at the other man. "Why the hell are men suddenly chasing after Spike?"

"Hey, I would have already bedded him if I met him earlier."

Angel redirected his attention to Spike and John. The two were touching and kissing softly, not being too obnoxious, no more than any of the straight couples, but there were two big guys heading towards them.

Jack saw them too, and stood up. "I'll be back to continue basking in your wonderful conversational skills."

Angel jumped up and followed, never one to be left out of the fun.

One big guy sneered to the other. "Look, a couple of prissy fags."

Spike raised his eyebrow and looked at the two with cold, dangerous eyes. "I do hope you aren't talking to us."

Jack stood beside Spike. "What's wrong here?"

"I think these two have a problem with me and Spike," John said, tilting his head. "Think I can kill them?"

Jack shook his head. "Of course you could, doesn't mean you should."

Spike looked the two other. "Big muscles. I'd say slow with little brain activity. One punch each and they're out cold."

Angel came up. "What's going on here?"

One of the gay hating, body builders accidentally took Angel as a fellow asshole. "These fags are making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

Angel looked at the two. "Really? Your girl there looks fine to me. Maybe something else was bugging him."

Spike chuckled and addressed the red faced, very pissed men. "Go run off before you make us mad."

One opened his mouth, but caught the glint of the gun in Jack's holster. He then notice the weapons John totted and snapped his mouth shut.

The two men exchanged worried looks and backed up. "You know what, you're not worth it."

"Yeah, not worth it."

Spike shrugged. "Come back if you find your balls. Wouldn't mind a spot of violence before bed. You're pathetic, but will satisfy the urge."

Jack eyed John. "You let him go to bed with unsatisfied urges?"

John glared at his ex lover. He wanted everyone to stop hitting on his man. It was irritating.

"Shouldn't you go back home? I suspect your boy toy will be missing you," John said in a warning voice to Jack.

Jack shrugged. "We have an understanding. Are you two... exclusive? Doesn't seem like you, John."

Spike shrugged and John growled. They never talked about it before. There was that one time with Buffy, but they were with just each other before and since that day.

"If you decide you aren't, I'm at the Sunnydale Arms, room 127. Come see me." Jack winked at Spike and left.

Angel made a sound of annoyance. "I'm staying at the same hotel. Room 213. Stop by, Spike. We need to talk."

Spike watched, bewildered as Angel left. "Did two bloody men just ask me to go sleep with them?

John snorted. "Yeah, that they did."

Spike chuckled and kissed John. "So, out of curiosity, are we exclusive?"

"I don't know... I do know that you want to have sex with Jack. I don't blame you, but it's obvious."

Spike nodded. "So where does that leave us?"

"Maybe we can fool around with permission?" John said reluctantly.

Spike paused. " Do I have permission to screw around with Jack?"

"Yes," John sighed. "Get him out of your system."

Spike Laced his fingers through John's hair and kissed him hard. "Right now, I'd rather get you into my system."

John smirked. "That can be arranged.