It's An Adventure

by
Michelle

6 Internet? We Need 'Books'. And a Room

"Cordelia is gettin' the information from Giles. Real information." Spike told the others. He gave Angel a stern look. "Now I want a room." He smiled. Beautifully. He walked over to the couch, picking up Xander's hand. He sighed. Dramatically. "I want to sleep. I need my little Xany with me." He leaned down, giving Xander a bussing kiss on the lips. "I just can't sleep without him anymore. Call me crazy, but I'm in love." He fluttered his eyelashes at Angel.

Xander choked. "Ah, honey." Xander gave Spike's hand a hard squeeze. He'd have broken bones had it not been a vampire's hand; Spike just smiled down at him and raised their clasped hands to his lips, kissing Xander's. "I was going to go out and buy Angel a nice TV. You know I love my TV, sweetums." Another hard squeeze, useless as the first.

"He can buy his own TV on his own time. We're here to get the, um, thing. Whatever the bloody hell it is. An' seeing as how I'll have to battle Bleathvores for it, I need some rest. No time for telly, pet."

"Well," Wesley stood. "I've a perfectly good room here, with furniture." He smiled. "Well, a bed and chair, at least. You two are more than welcome to it. I won't be needing it any time soon. I'll have to see to the research and such. I'm not certain the type of weapons needed to vanquish Bleathvores, but I'll look into. See what Giles has to say."

"Wesley, you don't have to give up your room to Spike." Angel stated, standing big and wide, arms across his chest. "Spike can help with the research."

"Wes, you don't have to-"

"Splendid!" Spike cut Xander off and ignored his Sire. "Can't quite put you to all the horrible things I've heard about you, mate. You seem a fine chap, really. Show us to your room." Spike gave a smile Angel's way and pulled Xander up.

"Spike, really. I've known you to be up for days at a time. Why this sudden need for rest?" Angel asked.

Spike waggled his brows, grinning and holding up his and Xander's clasped hands. "I need some rest Peaches! Get me?"

"Well, I'm not tired at all, and I think Angel needs me to go buy him a decent television!"

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes. "Still so innocent, despite all I've done to and taught him!" Spike turned, slid his hands into Xander's hair, cupping his head, and kissed him. He thrust his tongue into Xander's open mouth. Spike moved his hands to Xander's shoulders and pulled the boy close as his tongue slid along Xander's, reaching up to tickle the roof of Xander's mouth. He pulled back to smile at the dazed man. His smile went to Wesley. "Lead on."

"Um. Yes of course. Follow me." Wesley started and Spike followed, leading Xander along by his hand.

"Here you are. Perhaps I should get some fresh sheets-"

"No need. Thanks so much. We'll strip the bed. Bye." Spike pulled Xander into the room and shut the door in Wesley's face.

"Well, that one is perfect company for Peaches!" Spike took off his duster and threw it on the chair.

"You!" Xander gasped, finally finding his voice.

Spike sat on the bed and began unlacing his boots. "Yep. Me. This again, pet? Me Spike, you Xander. Thought we covered this already." He stood, bootless, and began undoing his jeans.

"You!"

"Yep, me." Spike drew his shirt over his head and pushed down his jeans, stepping out of them. He lay on the bed, naked, and patted the spot next to him. "Lay down, Xany."

"You kissed me! And now you're naked! Why in the hell are you naked?"

"I'm seducing you, Xander. Get with the program, pet." Spike patted the spot next to him again. "Come, on. Be a luv and lay down. Oh, yeah, take off yer clothes first. That be quicker."

Xander giggled. He started with giggles and quickly made his way to full on guffaws. "Spike! Cut it out! We're alone! Game's over."

Spike gave a very put upon sigh. "Fine, Xander. Make it hard on me." Spike rolled off the bed and walked to Xander. He stood before him and looked into his eyes. "I am going to have you, pet." He waggled his eyebrows, causing Xander to start giggling again.

"What? Spike! What's wrong with you? Spike?"

Spike pressed his naked body to Xander's and kissed him again. Hard. Nothing tentative about Spike's kiss. His tongue thrust in, claiming Xander's mouth as his own, as his hands went to Xander's jeans. Xander was unbuttoned and unzipped before he could catch a breath. His jeans and boxers were pushed down and over his ass, falling to gather at his knees, and Spike was cupping his naked ass in seconds, pulling Xander's pelvis against his naked hardness. Spike moved his mouth from Xander's mouth to his ear, biting and sucking at the earlobe. "Come on, Xander. Just a bit o' fun for us. Fun is good." Spike whispered into Xander's ear, reaching down and taking hold of Xander's flaccid cock. He began rubbing it as he sucked Xander's earlobe. Spike trailed his cool tongue from Xander's ear to his throat, stopping to suckle at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He pulled away to quickly pull Xander's T-shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder. Spike reached back down to Xander's growing erection. "Just all part of the adventure, sweets."

"But-," Xander began.

"Shh." Spike maneuvered Xander to the bed, pushing him down upon it.

"I don't want-"

"Shh." Spike knelt down and removed Xander's shoes. He pulled the jeans and boxers off and pushed Xander down, coming on the bed and astride Xander. He smiled down into Xander's confused eyes. "You'll be fine, pet. Don't think anymore. Just feel, luv. Open your mouth"

Xander did. Open his mouth. To vocalize his adamant protest, he was sure, but Spike's tongue was in his mouth and down his throat before he could get a word out. And his hands! His hands were doing all kinds of horrible-wonderful-things to his body and they robbed him of his ability to speak. To protest. To shout out "no!"

And he would have. Of course he would have, but how could he talk when Spike was sucking and biting at his nipples like that? And Spike's finger was in his mouth and he was sucking on it, drawing the digit deep, and loving the feel of it as it pressed down on his tongue. And Spike's hand-that evil, demonic, wonderful hand, was working at his cock like a dream come true, and Spike's mouth was sliding cool fire down his chest to his navel and sucking it! Licking it! Swirling his tongue around and in it! So, really, all he could do was moan and thrust his cock into the hand that held it, and GOD now into the cool mouth that engulfed it!

All of it, and Jesus, yes. But that felt so good! Xander could only whimper in protest when the mouth left, but it came back, and a cool hand was holding on to and cupping so sweetly at his balls and JESUS, but a wet finger was sliding into his ass now, and oh my God, what was it doing?

Don't stop doing that, please don't stop. Hands, and mouth, and murmurs, and, God! It all felt so good! And then Spike was over him, smiling down at him, and his legs were pushed wide and open and up and he felt a burning and a tearing and a pushing and it hurt but it felt good, so good, and Xander was pushing back against it and still it hurt but hurt so good and more, please. More, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me.

And God yes! And the cool hand still working at his cock, and the fullness thrusting into him and now a cool mouth and tongue working at his mouth. With his mouth. Tongue sliding in and taking over.

Xander's hands went to Spike's shoulders, holding the vampire close as he was fucked and licked and jacked. Xander was mindless with pleasure, whimpering, moaning, begging, and clawing at Spike's back. And then he was cumming. Too soon, shooting himself across their stomachs, sealing them together, wrapping his arms and legs around Spike, thrilling in Spike's shout of completion and the cool jetting of Spike into his depths. Xander kept himself wrapped tightly around the cool body of the vampire over him, listening to his soft purrs, for several minutes-hours. He didn't know.

And then he was breathing again. Panting, really. Dizzy, because he hadn't taken a breath since that mouth had taken his cock all the way down into its cool tight depths, he was sure. Had any thing ever-in this world-felt so wonderful? Had he ever felt so wonderful as he did right now? Jesus! Spike had made him feel like this! What should he say? What should he do? What did this make him? He placed his still shaking hands on Spike's shoulders.

"Spike?" He whispered, tentatively.

Spike snuggled his body closer. Xander heard a soft snore. The vampire was asleep.

7 Put To Bed Naked? 'Stay' Naked

"Spike?" Xander whispered a little louder.

Not even a snore. Spike really was asleep. Xander pushed at the vampire's shoulder. He was rewarded with a snore this time. Soft, sure, but a snore none the less.

"Well, hell!" Xander was bubbling with energy and confusion. He wanted to talk. He wanted to hash this out. He wanted to. . .

He wanted to do it again!

How could you have mind blowing sex and just fall asleep, he wondered.

Should he wake him?

No.

Yes.

Yes, Xander thought.

He'd wake him.

He'd go get a drink of something and then he'd wake him.

Yep. Good plan. Xander pushed the sleeping vampire off of him. Spike rolled over, lying flat on his back, but didn't flutter an eyelash. Xander gave a disgusted snort and sat up. Water. He was thirsty. Mind blowing sex will sometimes do that to you. He reached for his jeans and shoved them on. He gave the sleeping vampire a dirty look and headed towards the door.

Once opening it he ran into Angel.

"Xander." Angel placed a hand on Xander's shoulder, squeezing it. Doing that thumb thing again! "Are you okay? You look- well you look-"

"'Well and thoroughly fucked' is the phrase you're looking for, Angel, and he does." Cordelia chimed in, coming down the hallway. "And can I just add a heartfelt 'yuck'? 'Cause, yuck! It's not a sight I'll be putting in my happy places to revisit, let me tell you!" She narrowed her eyes at Xander. "Where's grumpy?"

Xander blinked. "Um, Spike is asleep."

Cordelia snorted. "Yeah, I bet. We're researching like crazy and you two are doing nasty naked things to each other. Fairness is lacking, here."

"Spike's tired! He hasn't slept-" Xander began, defending the vampire he was pissed off at.

Angel squeezed Xander's shoulder again, moving his body in front of him. Close.

"But are you okay, Xander? He didn't, um, he didn't hurt you did he?"

Xander coughed, backing away. "Um, no! Of course he di-"

"Oh, Angel, please. If that look is hurt, then sign me up for some of that kind of pain! And forget I just said that! Come on! I've found something." Cordelia began pulling Angel away, but the vampire's eyes stayed on Xander's, concerned. "What was it you needed, Xander? Can I get you anything?"

"Um, no. I'm fine. I was thirsty, but I'm not. Um, I'm not anymore. I'm okay. You go on."

Angel raised his eyebrows as Cordelia continued to pull him away. "We have juice. Would you like some juice?"

"No! No. Really, I'm fine. I need to talk to Spike, anyway. We'll be out, soon."

"Well, let's hope so!" was Cordelia's parting shot, as she led Angel down and out of the hallway.

Xander backed up; keeping his eyes on Angel as his hand went behind him and opened the door.

Man! He really had it bad for him, didn't he? Xander's brain surmised.

Xander went back into the room, closing the door behind him and turned to look at Spike. He walked to the bed and plopped down upon it. He scooted his body close to Spike's and slammed his fist down upon the vampires' chest.

Spike's eyes opened. He blinked, coming awake. "You just hit me, pet?"

Xander glared down at Spike. "Yes."

"Um, thought you might have." Spike rubbed the spot where Xander had socked him. "You know, it says a lot about the affection I hold for you that I'm not trying to rip your lungs out."

Xander continued to glare down at him. He snickered. "Not really. You can't rip my lungs out, remember?"

"Um, yeah." Spike reached a hand up to rub across his eyes and down his face. "True, pet, but I didn't even try did, I?" He yawned. "So what's this about, then, you hitting me as I slumber? And don't think I'm not wanting to rip yer lungs out about it." Spike grinned, belying his words.

"You!" Xander sputtered.

"Damn it, Xander! We've done this! Me Spike, you Xander! I want to slee-"

"You went to sleep after we, uh, after we-"

Spike grunted. "Shagged, pet. After we shagged. And a good shagging it was, eh?" He grinned up at Xander.

Xander sputtered and brought his fist down again. Spike grabbed it and rolled them over, coming to rest over the flustered youth. "What's got yer knickers in a twist?" Spike asked, truly confused. "What? We had a good shag, right? Now we sleep!"

"No! Now we have to talk! Now I have to know what you were doing with me! Now I have to know if you're-"

Spike placed a hand across Xander's mouth and nodded his head. "Ah. I get it. You-"

"And I went out to get a drink of water and Angel was all over me!"

"What? What? Angel was all over you?"

"Yes!" Xander told him. "He wanted to know if you hurt me and if I was oka-"

"If I hurt you? What does the pouf think I'm doing to you? Oh! He thinks he can just move in on you, once I've got you all primed! He can just think a-"

"Huh?" Xander asked.

Spike blinked. "Um, I mean to say, he's just hoping to catch you at a vulnerable moment, pet. And you go off all half-cocked 'cause I'm sleepy. How does that look?" Spike leaned down and kissed Xander. He thrust his tongue into the dark eyed man's mouth and swept it in, tasting and tantalizing. He pulled back, pleased to see the eyes looking back at him, dazed. "I like you Xander. You are important to me. You're special." Spike kissed Xander again and then lay his head down on Xander's chest, hoping to go back to sleep.

Xander socked him in the head. "Oh, very nice. That would make me feel much better if I was a freshman girl in high school and you just stole my virginity!"

Spike groaned but didn't raise his head. "What? It's not universal? I like you. You're important to me. I won't tell my friends. I won't tell your friends. I want to see you again. Besides, pet, while I might have snacked on, or killed you, I certainly wouldn't have wanted to shag you when you were a freshman! I'm not Angel, Xanpet. Don't go for kiddies."

Xander bit down on Spike's shoulder. He drew blood.

Spike chuckled, truly amused. He lifted his head. "What?" He smiled down at Xander. "Come on, Xany, can't we sleep? I really do have to battle Bleathvores, you know. I need to rest up for that. And the shagging really was important to me. You're mine now. All mine, sealed with bodily fluids." Spike rocked his body against Xander's.

"Yes, but, I-"

Spike sighed and cut Xander off with a kiss. He reached his hand down to Xander's jeans and undid them. Spike looked at Xander. "Note for future reference: If I put you to bed naked? Stay naked." He told Xamder, shoving his jeans down.

"Oh! You can't just start fuc-"

Spike reached down and pulled out Xander's cock. He held and caressed it, kissing Xander's responsive mouth. "Um, maybe you can." Xander mumbled as Spike pulled away and thrust a finger into his mouth, sliding his body down, and engulfing Xander's hardening cock into his cool mouth. Spike took all of Xander down his throat and began running his tongue across Xander's already tightened sac.

"Oh, god, Spike. Yes! I'm sorry. What ever I said to you, I'm sorry and I take it back!"

Spike grinned around his mouthful of Xander. He let Xander's cock fall from his mouth and raised up. He shushed the boy's protests and pulled Xander's jeans from him, tossing them to the floor, coming up and laying next to the youth. "Kiss me, pet." Spike commanded, softly.

Xander did, placing his lips tentatively to the vampire's cool ones. Spike's mouth opened and Xander plunged his tongue inside, thrilling at the taste. Xander's hand went to Spike's face, cupping his cheek and holding him still, as his tongue and lips explored and savored Spike as he would a particularly good piece of chocolate. His hand began to roam across Spike's chest, his thumb stopping to rub at a nipple. Xander moved his mouth from Spike's, sliding down his cheek to his neck, leaving a wet trail. Xander suckled and nuzzled, licked and bit his way down Spike's body, until he was able to draw a beaded nipple into his mouth.

"Nice, pet." Spike murmured as his hands came up to slide into Xander's hair.

Xander let out a incoherent sound and continued to lick his way down Spike's body. When he reached the vampire's erection, he took it in hand and ran his tongue across the weeping head, savoring the taste of Spike. Spike let out a moan, and Xander took the tip into his mouth, running this tongue around it.

"Good, pet. More."

Xander nodded his head, Spike still in his mouth, and pushed the cock deeper inside of him. He let his tongue cup the underside of Spike's cock as he bobbed his head, sucking and tasting. Xander gripped Spike harder, his thumb running along the thick vein, as he continued sucking the vampire deeper into his mouth.

"Ah, yes, pet. Lovely. More."

The slurred, pleasure filled words, thrilled Xander and he increased his pace.

"Umm. I'm gonna cum soon, luv"

Xander nodded his head vigorously, wanting to taste Spike.

"Pet-"

Xander placed his unoccupied hand across Spike's mouth and sucked the vampire's cock deeper into his mouth. Spike sucked two of Xander's fingers into his mouth and matched Xander's sucking rhythm. Xander would have grinned if he could have, instead, he continued sucking and jacking Spike into the hot depths of his mouth. Spike gave a shout and came. Xander paused, tasting, savoring, and finally swallowing. He held Spike in his mouth and hand, sucking softly as the vampire's cock softened.

He looked up, grinning at Spike.

"Liked that, did you, pet?"

"Yes." Was Xander's unabashed and enthusiastic reply.

"Sleepy?" Spike asked, a little hopeful.

Xander shook his head like a wet dog. "No!"

Spike grinned. "You're a horny thing, aren't you?"

"It would seem so." Xander gave his best Giles impersonation.

Spike laughed. Really laughed, greatly pleased and pleasured. He reached down and grasped Xander's shoulders. He pulled Xander up and then tossed the boy down, flat on his back, swooping down, he swallowed Xander's cock whole. In minutes Xander was gasping out in completion and pleasure, thrusting into Spike's talented mouth.

Spike crawled up the bed, coming to lie next to Xander. He thrust a hand under the boy and pulled him close, placing Xander's head on his shoulder and his chin resting on Xander's silky head. "Sleep, now? Please?"

"Um, yeah. I could sleep now."

Spike gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes.

"Spike?"

Spike bit back his moan. "Yeah?"

"I like you. You're important to me."

Spike smiled against Xander's soft hair. "Won't tell your mates?"

"Not if they don't ask."

Spike sucked in a mouthful of Xander's hair and pulled at it.

All he got in reply was a soft snore. Xander was asleep.

8 My What Big Rats You Have

Spike heard the door open and moved closer to Xander; pulling the sheet up and throwing his leg and arm across the sleeping youth.

"Spike." Angel's voice was calm and patient.

Always so fucking patient, Spike thought, peeved.

"Yeah?"

"We're pretty sure we know where the Bleathvores are holed up. It's after sunset. Well after sunset. We should get going."

Spike grunted. He moved even closer to Xander. "What say you go make sure they're really there? Come back and get me when you've pinned 'em down."

"Spike." Angel said, still all calm and patient.

"Effin pouf." Spike muttered.
"Spike. Let's go."

Spike growled, low in his throat. Xander murmured and moved closer to the vampire, seeking to soothe and calm, even in his sleep. Spike grinned and petted the soft dark hair on Xander's head.

"Spike. We have to go."

Spike muttered an expletive beneath his breath and reached out to shake Xander awake.

"You don't have to disturb Xander, Spike, let him sleep."

Spike turned disbelieving eyes to his Sire. "Yes, I do have to 'disturb' Xander! I have to bloody well wake his ass up and tell him I'm leaving and that I'll be back! You may think it's fine and dandy to leave without so much as a 'piss off', but I know you don't do that!" Spike shook Xander's shoulder a little more roughly than necessary.

"What? Shit! What?" Xander blinked, scowling. Spike grinned down at him. "You!" Xander muttered sleepily.

Spike grinned wider, rolling his eyes. "Yes, me. This is a tough concept for you to grasp, eh, Xander? Me Spike, you-"

"Xander!" Xander finished. He giggled and sank under the sheet. "Spike?"

"What is it, pet?"

"About waking you up?"

"What about it?"

"I offer a full apology. It was cruel. Wrong! Terribly wrong of me. I see the error of my ways. Now, le'me'lone. Sleepy. Sleep now."

Angel watched, as Spike's grin grew even wider. His eyebrows rose and then fell to a scowl. He coughed.

"You gettin' sick, Spike? That sounds nasty. Do vamps get sick?" Xander asked, his words slurred with sleepiness.

"I'm fine, pet. Does sound nasty though, I'll admit. Sounds like Angel."

The sheet over Xander's head puffed up as Xander chuckled. "It did!"

"That's cause he's here. Come to take me off to fight the Bleathvores, Xanpet. Now give us a kiss goodbye."

Xander yanked the sheet down with both hands. "What? Already?" Xander looked over at Angel. He pulled the sheet up to his chin. "Really?"

Spike nodded. He rose from the bed, naked, looking for his pants. "Where'd you toss my denims to, Xander?"

Xander pointed across the room. "That way I think."

Angel walked across the room, retrieving Spikes trousers and handing them to his unconcernedly naked childe.

"Give 'em here!" Spike snatched them away from Angel, sitting on the bed to shove his legs in; he stood, pulling them up and over his naked ass. Xander grinned at the pretty ass before it was hidden behind the faded denim. "My boots?"

Xander rolled over and picked up the battered Doc Marten boots. "Here." Spike took them from Xander, leaning down to place a kiss on Xander's forehead. "Thanks." He sat back down, shoving his feet in his boots and buckling them tight. Spike stomped his feet against the floor. "Right, then." He stood, picking up his shirt and heading towards the door.

"Hey!"

Spike turned back at Xander's shout. "What about, um, your, ah, goodbye kiss?" Xander asked, feeling silly and needy for asking in front of Angel but needing to ask anyway.

Spike winked at him, pulling the door open. He then waggled his eyebrows, causing Xander to smile and bite back a giggle. "You can kiss me 'hello' when I get back. Get some sleep, Xander. You won't get much when I get back." Spike promised, leading Angel out of the room and closing the door.

"What is it, exactly, you are doing with Xander?" Angel asked.

Spike kicked at a rat, sending it flying several yards. He watched it land in a puddle of stagnant water with a grin. His eyes widened and he gave a whistle through his teeth when the thing picked itself up and scurried away. "Tough rats you have down here, Angel. They bite?"

They continued walking along the sewer tunnel, heading for what was, hopefully, a den of Bleathvores and their stockpile of pilfered treasures.

Spike kicked another rat.

"Stop that!"

Spike's head shot up and he grinned at Angel. "Oh. Right. You may want to eat him later, eh?"

"What are you doing with Xander?" Angel asked again.

"What are you doing with the beauty queen and the not-a-watcher-anymore, watcher?"

"Nothing! They work for me! I'm not do-"

"Yeah, well, that's not my problem, is it? Not my fault. Not my business either, is it?"

Angel sighed. "I've always liked Xander, Spike. Despite his dislike of me, I feel, well, protective towards him."

Spike snorted.

Angel kicked the rat that was about to run across his shoe. The poor thing was sent speeding through the air, landing hard enough against the wall that its back was broken upon impact.

Spike crushed its head when he reached it.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"Dammit, Spike! What the fuck are you doing with Xander?"

Spike snickered. He meant to, at least, but before he could get a good "snick" out, Angel had a hand wrapped around his throat and was holding him against the slimy wall of the sewer tunnel. Spike's hands came up to wrap around Angel's, trying to loosen his Sire's hold.

"What." Squeeze. "Are." Squeeze. "You." Squeeze. "Doing." Squeeze. "With." Squeeze. "Xander?" Squeeze and hold.

Spike gasped and mouthed something. Angel came closer to hear what Spike has was saying. Spike kneed him in the groin, catching Angel off guard. He brought his hands up to push his Sire away, sending the older vampire against the far wall. Angel snarled and came at Spike, murder in his dark eyes. Spike grinned, bending low for the impact.

It didn't come.

Instead, there was a "foump" sound and both vampires fell to the damp floor, covered in a heavy net.

Shuffling footsteps and non-human chatter followed. Spike was prodded with something wet. Something wet and slimy that had a sucker on the end. When the sucker was pulled away from his cheek with an audible "pop", Spike could feel the stinging welt as it rose on his face. "Bleathvores." He groaned and reached out his hand, feeling for Angel. Once he connected with his Sire 's overly gelled head, he punched it. "This is all your fault!" He hissed.

"No it's not! It's-" Angel didn't continue.

A hard crack over each of the vampire's heads stopped any further bickering for the moment.

It was a blessing for them both that they were out as they were dragged the rest of the way through the sewer tunnels and into the Bleathvore's nest.

They would have been heartbroken to note what was happening to their leather.

9 And They Dont Even 'Mate'

Spike moaned, coming to. He pulled his duster from beneath him and laid the tails across his legs, letting the damp sink through his jeans. He focused on the tears and smears of god only knew what fouling his most treasured possession. He ignored the pain in, and the lump on, his head. "Ah, sod it all! Would you look at my coat?"

Angel grunted, sitting up and holding his head. "Your coat? What about my hair?" He ran his hands over it; they came away sticky with slime. He shuddered, wiping his hands on Spike's jeans. He looked down at his pants, torn and covered in filth. "Oh, shit! Look at me!" He decided not to look at his leather jacket; he didn't want to know.

"Yer jacket is torn to shreds, Angel." Spike told him. "Cheap leather. Must be from this decade."

Angel groaned, still not looking, and sure Spike was exaggerating. The brat.

Spike looked around. It was dark, damp, smelly, and piled high with junk and rotting garbage; Bleathvore den for sure. They were in a cage, their backs resting against what seemed to be old carpet nailed over even older wood nailed together in a V and turned upside down making a back rest, if not a whole chair. The damp, mucky floor served as the seat. A rather large cage, considering stingy, money-grubbing traders were holding them. Bleathvores were not known for their penchant for extras. Spike was sure the cage must have already been here. He reached out to grab one of the bars of the cage that held them.

ZAP!

"Shit!" Spike pulled his hand back quickly, sucking at his electrocuted fingers. "I hate it when old time demons mess around with technology." He muttered around his burnt fingers. "They don't know what they're doing! One of 'em is gonna take a piss and 'zap' we're gonna be fried!"

Angel was quiet, taking in their surroundings. He could hear the demons, not more than a hundred yards away, chattering in an incomprehensible-to him, at least-language. He studied each pile of junk surrounding them. He nudged Spike with his elbow, and pointed. "That's what we want."

"An old wig? Nice. That's just what I would have thought could save the slayer."

Angel ignored the snide comment. "See the clay bowl? With the Je'dellian writings?"

Spike looked at the junk heap. "Yes, I do. I see lots of old bowls. That must be the cookware and wig pile. And old trouser pile. Oh, yes, and what's that? Plain ole rotten garbage! No! Wait! Have I spied with my little eye an old tin of tuna? Have I?"

"You're not helping Spike."

"No. I'm not helping, am I? And why is that, do you suppose? Maybe because I'm trapped in an electrified cage being held by bloody Bleathvores in the bloody bowels of Los Angels with my bloody pouf of a Sire? Do you think that could bloody well be the cause of me not helping? Eh? Do ya?"

"Could be, but I doubt it. I think you're just ornery."

"Angel?" Spike moved closer to his Sire.

"What?" Angel wrapped his arm around his childe and pulled him closer, unconsciously offering comfort to his bratty childe.

"Can you even begin to imagine how much Bleathvores don't know about electricity?" Spike asked, leaning his head against Angel's shoulder, unconcerned about what it looked like or what it meant. He would not deny that sometimes his big pouf of a Sire was, well, comforting to have around. He would never admit it, but he wouldn't deny it. No matter how much he hated him.

"We'll be fine, Spike." Angel told him, keeping his eye on the Je'dellian bowl.

A tentacle was thrust into the cage, catching Spike across the mouth, and pulling him towards the back of the cage. He opened wide and bit down. His reward was a face full of venom and a piece of Bleathvore. He spit out the Bleathvore before he passed out.

"They really are are a very interesting group. Been around for centuries. Traders and collectors, really, nothing more. Always looking for a deal. Amazing that they haven't been eradicated, seeing as how they haven't a very well developed intellect."

"You think? Cockroaches don't seem to do well on the SAT's but we still have those Wes."

Wesley smiled, placing the papers Giles had faxed to them on the table. "You are right, Cordelia. Sometimes intellect is not needed for survival."

Xander came into the room. "What's up?"

"Case in point!" Cordy offered, holding out her hand towards Xander.

Wesley smiled at Xander. "All rested up?"

Xander blushed and smiled. "Yes. So? Where are they? They check in yet? Can I get something to eat?"

"Don't know. No. And yes, we have some Chinese food in the kitchen. Sit down and I'll bring it out. You and Spike, huh? What's up with that? I dump you and you can never have another woman again? Not even a human?" Cordy asked. The idea pleased her. She grinned to herself as she went into the kitchen to retrieve the boxes of left over food.

Xander sat down next to Wesley. "How long have they been gone?"

"A few hours. I'm sure everything is fine."

Xander smiled at Cordelia once she placed a tray of take-out boxes and a soda in front of him. He began to eat. "How long did they say they'd be gone?"

Cordy sat down and crossed her legs. "Angel never says. Who's to know?"

"Where'd they say they were going?" Xander asked, slurping up hot and spicy noodles.

"Oh well, into the tunnels." Wesley offered.

Xander nodded. "Yeah. "Where into the tunnels? What tunnels?"

Wesley shuffled through the papers on the coffee table.

Xander couldn't believe Angel had purchased a coffee table before a TV.

"Well! It looks like Angel took the information with him. Never mind. I'm sure they're perfectly fine."

Spike came to with a pain-filled moan. His face felt sore and five sizes too big. He reached his hands up, discovering it was only his lips. And they were only two sizes too big. Maybe three. They throbbed with pain from the Bleathvore venom and his teeth ached. He looked over at Angel, taking in the sucker shaped marks covering his face. The welts were small, swollen and bright red. Spike giggled, wincing as his lips stretched.

Angel quickly turned his head to look at his childe. "Are you okay?"

"Doe'no. Do I look as bad as you?" Spike reached out a hand to run over Angel's marred face. "Hope I don't. 'Cause you look bloody awful, Sire."

Angel grunted and pushed Spike's hand away. "I'm sure you look much worse than I do. I don't look like Barbara Hershey in BEACHES."

Spike's hands flew back to his lips. "Hell! That big?" He nudged his Sire. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"What's the plan? Get us out of here!" He twisted around, looking for the Bleathvores. "Where the bloody hell have they gone off to?" Spike turned back to Angel. "So do it. Make with the batvamp stuff and get us out of here."

Angel smiled at Spike. "And you mocked my so called 'batvamp stuff'. Now you want me to sprout wings and fly us out of here." Angel shook his head.

"Angel!" Spike hissed. "This is no time to find your long lost humor! Get us out of here! Use the batphone at least. Call for backup!"

Angel shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry. My batphone can't seem to penetrate these tunnels."

"Damn you, Si-"Spike stopped talking and froze when he heard the shuffling of approaching Bleathvores. Five of the tentacled creatures stood in front the cage looking at them and pointing. "How's your Bleathvore? Mine's a bit rusty."

"Never learned any."

Spike sighed and began to listen carefully. "I think they think we're humans."

Bleathvore 1: "Not human. Vampire."

Bleathvore 2: "Vampires? Nasty things. Parasites."

Bleathvore 3: "Maybe we could sell or trade them?"

Bleathvore 4: "Right! What would want a vampire? They bite! Suck blood!"

Bleathvore 1: "I could offer it to my mother-in-law. As a present."

All Bleathvores: Laughter.

Bleathvore 5: "We have to do something with them!" He looked over at 1. "I told you not to come to this city! But no! You want to go to Disneyland!" He pointed his bandaged tentacle towards Spike. "The shiny-headed one bit me! I say we cut their heads off!"

Spike looked at Angel. "I think that one likes me. Thinks I'm 'shiny'."

Bleathvore 3: "Oh come! Something out there must want a pair of vampires, do you not think? Maybe they are a breeding pair? Someone could set up a nice tank. Conversation piece for the gathering room. I would take them, but my kids always let the pets die. They are kind of cute, in a human-looking kind of way, do you not think so?"

Bleathvore "No "No I do not. I think they are ugly and they bite. Mother-in-law-gift, perhaps. Anything else, no! We could not sell or trade them, I bet. And I hear they blow up in the sun."

Bleathvore 4: "I have heard that also. We would have to keep them watered down. And feed them blood. Where would we get blood?" He looked over at Angel, studying his hair. "And covered with some type of vampire jelly. Too much trouble."

Spike looked at Angel. "That one doesn't like your hair."

Angel grunted, scowling. "Well, who would? It's mussed!"

Bleathvore 2: "The dark one looks mean."

Bleathvore 5: "That is probably just camouflage. See how the shiny one looks sweet and pretty? That is the one that bit me. All I did was touch him, to get a better look. The dark one is probably docile. Tamable, even. Still, we should cut off their heads. Besides, I have heard they do not breed."

All other Bleathvores: "Gasp!"

Bleathvore 5: "It is true. They do not even lay eggs. They do not breed as normal creatures should. We should cut off their heads."

Spike cocked his head. "I think they want to breed us." He looked at Angel. "If so, you get pregnant."

Bleathvore 3: "It would be a waste to cut off their heads, unless there is a market for vampire heads. Is there? I think we should go above and inquire. It would be wrong not to even try to get something for them."

"I think they're talking about your hair again. Or your head. I can't tell. They must be speaking in some kind of slang. Can't be pure Bleathvore!"

Bleathvore 1: "I know a human-"

Bleathvore 5: "Oh you! You always know a human, do you not? Like the human that was to obtain the vervellian case for us. At a reasonable price." He rolled four eyes at his companion. "You and your human connections suck."

Bleathvore 1: "You would not know a good price if it mated with your nether regions. I am sure I can get something for this pair of vampires. I challenge you!"

"I think they want to fight over me. Or over who has to take you." Spike told Angel.

"Spike?" Angel closed his eyes and leaned against his makeshift backrest.

"Huh?"

Angel grabbed the back of Spike's torn duster, pulling him down and next to him. "Just sit down and shut up, okay? Let's just wait and see what's going to happen."

Spike turned truly horrified eyes upon his Sire. "Just wait and see?"

Angel didn't open his eyes as he threw his arm around his childe and pulled him close. "Yeah. Wait."

Spike whimpered and burrowed closer to Angel's side.

Bleathvore 5: "You challenge me? You dare to?"

Bleathvore 1: "Yes! I will go above and I will find a trade or a buyer for them."

Bleathvore 5: "And if you do not?"

Bleathvore 1: "Then you may have my mother in law."

All Bleathvores: Laughter.

Bleathvore 5: "Very amusing. I shall have your mate. And your daughter. The pretty one."

Bleathvore 1: "Fair enough. Rest, brothers, and I shall return."

The group left the cage. 1 to go make a deal, the others to drink and gamble away from the treasures and the vampires.

"Angel?"

"What is it, Spike?"

"My legs are cramping. Can't we try and lift the cage over us? Doesn't have bars on the bottom. We'll just grab hold and lift it up."

"It's electrified, Spike. And probably very heavy."

"Yeah? So?"

Angel sighed. "Not yet, Spike. Maybe later."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

10 Better Than Bored

Spike rose and began to pace the small confines of the cage. The damn thing was shrinking, closing in on him; he could feel the bars moving closer to him. His jaw was sore from clenching it, his head throbbed, his palms were damp with sweat and blood, his nails cutting into his palms as he clenched them tightly, over and over again, flexing his fingers, his skin was crawling and his chest ached. If he still had a functioning one, he'd be worried about having a heart attack. He itched from toe to head. He couldn't take this! The waiting was killing him! He had to get out of here. He reached out his hands and grabbed hold of the bars.

ZAP!!!!!

Spike sprang back, cursing and shaking his hands. "Shit!" He held them before his face and began to blow on them.

"How fucking long have the Bleathvores been gone, Peaches?" Spike asked, his ears still ringing from his latest electrocution.

Angel had opened one eye when Spike was zapped. He checked his watch, and closed his eye again. He let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night, he was sure. Hell kind of long. "It's been fifteen minutes, Spike."

"Well, hell, Sire." Spike raised his arms wide and let them fall, his torn duster flapping about. "You're gonna have to knock me out. I'll be as loopy as Dru in another fifteen minutes."

Angel snorted. "What makes you think you aren't already as loopy as Dru?"

"Ha. Ha. You're just suckin' the marrow right out of yer new found funny bone, eh, Peaches?" Spike began walking the perimeter of the cage, not looking at Angel. "It won't be long before I try to distract myself by bashing your head in. You know that doncha, Peaches?"

Angel didn't open his eyes. "I have half-an-hour at least." He smiled at Spike. "Maybe even forty-five minutes."

Xander woke with a start. He had dozed off on the sofa. He looked over and noticed that Wesley and Cordelia had done the same thing. He looked at his watch and gasped when he saw the time. Five o'clock in the morning! Where were they?

"Cordy! Wes!" Xander stood and began to shake Wesley awake.

"Oh! I must have fallen asleep." Wesley removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked Xander, replacing his glasses.

"It's late! It's after five! They should have been back by now!"

Wesley stood and placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Calm down, Xander. I'm sure Angel and Spike are fine. They'll return with the needed item; Buffy will be safe."

Buffy? Xander gave the ex-watcher a confused look. Buffy? "I want Spike." He pushed Wesley away and went to shake Cordelia awake.

Spike was looking at his boot. And then he was looking at Angel's head. The boot. The head. A match made in heaven, he was sure. He smiled a bit as he imagined how good it would feel to kick his Sire in the head. Hard.

"Spike." Angel muttered softly, eyes still closed.

Spike's eyes widened. "What?"

"Don't"

"Don't what?" Spike asked, all innocence.

"Whatever you're thinking about; don't do it."

"We need to go look for them." Xander stated. Again.

Cordelia had woken and made a pot of coffee. Really bad coffee and ignored his desperate need to take action.

"Xander, I'm sure they're fine. Angel can so handle himself. And Spike? Well, it's demons they're fighting, right? No problem for grumpy."

Xander gave her a dirty look. "Where does Deadboy keep his weapons? I just know he's stocked up on weapons."

Spike had resumed pacing.

It didn't help. Not even a little bit. He could hear the Bleathvores, not too far away, and they seemed to be having a bloody good time, while he was locked up in their effin', stinking, electrified cage. He wanted to rip several tentacles from each and every one of them and shove them up their asses. Or, at least, be allowed to play in the card game he had concluded they were playing. He walked closer to his Sire and lashed out his foot.

Angel grabbed Spike's ankle before his booted foot could connect with his head and pulled, sending Spike sprawling on his back. Lightening quick, Angel was over Spike, straddling him, the younger vampire's hands held over his head by Angel's, as he smiled down at Spike.

"Over an hour. I'm impressed, Spike. How'd you manage?"

Spike grinned. This was better than pacing, at least. He tried to pull his hands free. Angel leaned closer, adding more of his weight to Spike's pinned hands.

"I was thinking about kicking your head in. That made me all happy and gave me tingles." He frowned. "Didn't last long, though. Thought I'd try the real thing."

Angel smirked. "Real thing doesn't seem to be working for you."

"I wouldn't say that, Peaches." He turned his head and bit Angel's arm, his fangs sinking through Angel's leather.

Angel gasped and pulled his arm away. He quickly grabbed Spikes free arm, holding both arms down just above the elbow.

Spike grinned. "I'm not bored anymore."

Angel narrowed his eyes, regarding Spike with deadly intent. He said nothing.

"Come on, Angel. Let's tussle." He kicked his legs up. "A cage-match, if you will." He grinned.

Angel continued to stare at his childe. "Your lips still sore?"

Caught off guard, Spike answered. "Yeah. A touch sore."

Angel grinned. "Good." And then he thrust his lips down upon Spike's puffy ones. Hard.

Xander stood before the weapons cabinet, shaking his head in disbelief. He whistled, a little bit excited at the display. Still. "How much did all of this set Deadboy back? He couldn't spring for a portable TV before he dropped thousands of dollars on this?"

Wesley and Cordelia ignored him.

"Just what is it you think you're going to do, Xander?" Cordelia asked.

Xander pulled a large hunting knife out and thumbed the blade. He gave the pair a nasty grin. "We." He stated firmly. "We are going to find my vampire."

Spike's eyes bulged and he froze. Angel was kissing him. He opened his mouth to laugh and Angel's tongue thrust in, tangling with his. Angel laid his body down upon Spike's; his knee thrusting between Spikes legs, right below his crotch, and shoving them open as he continued to kiss him.

Kiss him!

"Wha'?" He started to ask, but Angel let go of one of his arms and thrust a hand into his hair, cupping his head, raising it a bit and holding it still as he continued his deep, exploring kiss. Spike didn't finish his sentence; he let himself be kissed.

Angel let go of Spike's other arm, keeping it poised only an inch away, ready to imprison it again, Spike was sure, should he make a defensive move. Spike gave a mental shrug and thrust both his hands into his Sire's, mussed, still slimy, hair. He kissed back.

This, too, was better than pacing. Much better. He bit down on his Sire's tongue, delighting in the taste of his Sire's blood, long denied, but never forgotten.

Angel pulled back, slightly, and bit his childe's swollen lower lip. "Shush." Angel muttered, as he reached his hand down and began to undo Spike's jeans. He moved his mouth to Spike's neck once he held his childe's hard cock in his hand. He licked Spike's neck and rose enough to push Spike's pants down and over his ass.

When Angel laid his still leather-covered crotch over Spike's naked one, Spike's clouded mind began to clear a bit and he stiffened. "Just what the bloody hell-"

"Shut up." Angel placed his mouth over Spike's again. He licked at and suckled Spike's mouth, nibbling and thrusting his tongue inside. Angel reached down and began to undo his pants. He hissed and muttered when the task proved to be difficult one-handed.

Spike snickered once free of Angel's questing tongue. He cocked an eyebrow. "Mind telling me why yer intent on raping me, Sire?"

Angel placed a hand over Spike's mouth, leaning all his weight down, as he continued to work at his stubborn zipper. He grinned, triumphantly, once his hard cock was free and thrust his naked erection over Spike's. He used his now free hand to open Spike's shirt and then his own. Once naked, cool chest met naked, cool chest, his tongue was back in Spike's mouth, and his hand was holding and rubbing their two cocks together. After a moment, Angel rose on one hand and turned Spike over.

"What-" Spike started, but Angel had a hand across his mouth and began suckling the back of his ear before the protest could finish forming in his mind, let alone be spoken.

Angel dragged his tongue from Spike's ear to his neck, across it, and to his other ear. He sucked and chewed at the lobe, bringing his hand up. He spat on his fingers and coated his cock. Angel snaked his hand under Spike's waist and pulled up. "Raise up, Spike."

Spike did, sticking his ass in the air. He moaned loudly once as, cool, saliva wet fingers were thrust inside of him. He whimpered when they were removed. He gasped and grunted in pleasure when his Sire came over and into him, thrusting in to the hilt, pushing him flat to the damp, rotting floor and fucking him as if there were no tomorrow.

Angel reached around and grabbed hold of Spike's erection, jacking in time with his hard thrusts. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the pleasure of fucking his childe. He let himself come once he had felt the jetting, wet spurts of Spike's release against his hand. He lay down fully upon his childe, closing his eyes.

He figured this had bought him another hour, at the very least, before Spike was trying to kick his head in again. Maybe an hour and a half, if he was lucky.

Once he noted Spike was asleep he allowed himself to drift away into sleep also.

Neither vampire noticed the Bleathvores watching them.

Bleathvore 2: "What was that?"

Bleathvore 3: "Kind of scary was it not? Breeding, do you suppose? I thought they do not breed." He looked at 5 accusingly.

Bleathvore 5: "I stand by my statement." He looked closely at the still joined vampires. He shuddered. "That was not breeding! They are the same. Same do not breed." He shuffled closer. He smiled, three rows of teeth showing. "But this? This, maybe we could sell. Perhaps a tank would not be amiss."