Spike buried his face into the pillow as his cell phone chirped to life. "I'm too bloody tired to answer the damn phone."

Jack skimmed his hand over Spike's back and nipped his shoulder. "I tired out a vampire? I didn't know I was that impressive. Think I should add it to my résumé?"

Spike chuckled and nuzzled further into the pillow. He couldn't believe Jack's stamina. Since he arrived at the hotel, it had been three hours of nearly none stop sex, or heated kissing.

Jack leaned over the side of the bed and fished Spike's phone out of his jeans. "Hello?"

"What...? Who is this? Put Spike on," Buffy said over the phone.

"I'm sorry, Spike can't come to the phone right now. He's been screwed hard and can't stop panting," Jack said, stifling laughter as Spike twisted around and tried to grab the phone.

"What? Who the hell is this?" Buffy demanded.

"I'm Jack. The one who did the screwing." Jack put his hand on Spike's chest and leaned back, successfully keeping the phone away.

"Well, Jack, put Spike on."

"Sorry, his mouth is busy. You might want to call back later." Jack grin mischievously at Spike.

Spike tackled him and kissed him.

Jack moaned and wrapped one arm around his waist, holding him closer.

Spike used the distraction to grab the phone and sat up. He laughed as Jack pouted.

"Cheater," Jack mumbled.

"Buffy, sorry about him. Jack's an ass."

"Weren't complaining about my ass earlier," Jack said in a low purr.

"Yeah," Buffy said drolly, "funny, he's a Jack ass. So... are you still dating John, or is Jack your new boy toy? Maybe you're cheating. I don't think John would like that."

Spike could hear the jealousy and anger in her voice. He sighed. "Buffy, pet, John gave me his permission."

"Seriously? God you two are weird."

"Did you have a reason for calling?"

Buffy immediately sobered up. "It's Angel. At least, I think it's Angel. I hope."

Spike frowned. He didn't exactly have warm feelings for Angel, but he was family, and Spike didn't want the idiot hurt. "What the hell do you mean? Spit it out, woman."

"Angel is... I don't know... throwing a tantrum? He's going around and breaking everything in sight. I tried to stop him, but I can't. He's too strong. And... he keeps muttering about you."

"Where's the dumb ass now?" Spike cradled the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he got out of bed and pulled on his jeans.

"Restfield cemetery. It's not exactly restful anymore."

"I'll be there soon. Stay away from him. I've seen Angelus get this way. It's not pretty."

"Yeah, I have the bruises to prove it."

"I'll be there soon. Meet you in the parking lot." Spike hung up and turned to Jack, who was already dressed. "Got a car, mate?"

"Of course."

"Good, I left mine at John's. I need to borrow yours."

"Not unless I'm in it with you."

"Jack, I have no time for games."

"Good, so tell me where to go, and I'll get you there."

Spike growled, but threw his hands up in defeat. "Restfield cemetery. I'll direct you as we go, you ponce."

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Jack parked and Spike jumped out of the car. He looked from Buffy, who was waiting impatiently, to Jack, who smiled tilted his head.

"Both of you stay here. I'm going to try to calm him down. I'll call if I need help." Spike moved towards the sounds of stone breaking against stone somewhere in the distance.

"But-" Buffy tried to argue.

"No, slayer. I need to do this. Let me go stop him. You stay with Jack."

Jack smiled and winked at Buffy, and she growled.

Spike left the two in the parking lot as he search for Angel. I would have been harder to find an eight hundred pound gorilla. Angel made enough of a racket that Spike found him within minutes.

"It's not very nice to disturb all these graves, you know," Spike said.

Angel looked at Spike for a moment before jumping on him. The two fell to the ground and grappled, exchanging blows.

Angel straddled Spike's waist, holding his hands above his head with one of his own, successfully pinning Spike down.

"All right, you big ape, you got me. What now?"

Angel smashed his mouth against Spike's, forcing his tongue into his mouth when Spike gasped in shock.

Spike struggled for a minute, but gave in, kissing him back. He was in no position to fight, and he found he didn't want to, not especially.

Angel ripped off Spike's shirt and kissed across his bare chest.

Spike shivered as Angel's cool tongue joined his lips in tormenting him.

Angel opened up his own pants as well as Spike's jeans. He wasn't thinking straight. He was too mad to. Too full of burning jealousy. And Spike didn't seem to mind.

Spike bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning as Angel rubbed his erection against his. He arched into Angel, his head pressed back into the grass.

Angel kissed Spike forcefully, both moaning into the kiss as they're hard lengths rubbed together.

Angel growled against Spike's lips, "Mine. You're mine."

"No, he's mine."

Spike's eyes shot open and he looked up at the cold, angry face of John. Hurt underlined the deadly look.

Angel looked up. He sneered at the gun pointed at him. "That can't kill me."

John gritted his teeth. "I know. Let him go."

Angel realized he was still pinning Spike down, and sat up, still straddling him, but releasing his wrists.

"Good, now I won't accidentally hit Spike." John fired, hitting Angel in the chest.

Angel fell back from the force of the bullets, and Spike scrambled up and tucked himself away and buttoned his jeans.

"John-"

"I said I wouldn't shoot you on mistake, that doesn't mean I won't shoot you on purpose."

Spike glanced at Angel, who was glaring at John. "It was nothing John."

"Looked like you two were bloody well frotting. Is that what nothing looks like?"

"Spike?" Buffy called as she came over with Jack.

Jack looked at Angel, his eyebrow raised. "Any reason in particular why you're sitting there bleeding wit your dick hanging out?"

Angel's eyes widened along with Buffy's. He quickly took care of the little problem.

John glared balefully at the vampire and Jack made a noise of realization.

"Spike and broody were doing something naughty, weren't they?" Jack asked.

John didn't answer, but scowled.

Buffy baulked at the guilty faces she saw. "I can't believe it! Spike, you've had sex with all of us?"

Spike rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes?"

Buffy looked around. "Fine, you have to choose. Me, Jack, John or Angel."

Jack looked curious, Angel looked worried, Buffy looked confident and John looked utterly hurt.

Spike shook his head. "There's no contest. I pick John."

Spike moved to John, standing in front of him. "John, I don't know why I was fool enough to think I needed anyone else. I love you."

John stared wide eyed. They hadn't said that yet. "I love you too."

Jack smiled. He was glad John found someone. He did care for him after all.

Angel stared at the ground, gritting his teeth. He was pissed. Life as a souled vampire sucked.

Buffy grumbled. How could he move on? When she had said that, she hadn't meant it!

Spike cupped John's face and kissed him softly. "I love you."

"How could you not?" John wrapped his arm around Spike's neck. "I love you too."