Standing the Test of Time

Author: Erin-Starlight

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters nor am I making money off this. This is just for fun.

Summary: When captured in the aftermath of a battle Spike finds himself at the mercy of his old rival--Count Dracula. Will he be saved before it’s too late or will he be lulled into something even more dangerous than the Counts’ wrath?

Warning: This is slash. It will have some Spike/Dracula and Spike/Angel in it. This is a challenge I took up to do a Dracula slash fic with the guys. I'm not usually a slash writer but I did it for this challenge, where I had to set in up some in my last fic.

Authors Note: This story takes place after my one shot “William Restored.”

Spoilers: For the Peter David IDW comics Spike vs. Dracula 1-5.

Some kid was following Spike everywhere refusing to leave him alone with Angel unless one of the brides came in or his mother called. This brought an amusing side effect of pissing off Angel though Connor thought it was more for the glares and the kick to the shins than the boys' presence. It couldn't have helped that Spike rubbed it in.

"What the hell is his deal?" Angel grumbled frowning mightily at the small glowering form sitting by the younger vampires' side. The boy, Peter stuck out his tongue. Angel followed suit before he realized how stupid it would make him look and returned his face to it's former pointed look. The one that used to leave people pissing in the their pants. This had no effect other than making Peter narrow his eyes. Angel unconsciously copied the pose.

Looking over his shoulder at the staring contest his father was engaged in Connor raised an eyebrow. "Offhandedly--and this is just a guess--I'd say he doesn't like you."

From across the table Faith snorted into her drink. Staring at the bear skin rug approvingly Illyria couldn't be bothered to listen to the babbling of lessers which was more than fine for everyone else. When Spike was distracted by one of Draculas' harlem (Angel didn't know nor care who was who) Peter scribbled down on his little notepad. Curiosity piped he watched as the boy brought it up to his chest to reveal what he wrote. One word in four large unmistakable letters.

"LIAR."

Forehead furrowed in confusion Angel caught the eye roll as Peter pointed to the word and to Angel to illustrate his point. The brunet returned to his glaring.

"Aw don't feel bad, we love ya, Angel." Great, now Faith was mocking him.

"Do not speak for me, Slayer. I may tolerate the half-breed, that does not mean that I harbor fondness for him." There was a pause as Illyria thoughtfully tapped the nose of the rug. "I do find this 'hair product' of his most fascinating. ...It taste of mint and acids."

"That was you!" Brown eyes finally turned away from the child to give their full indignation to impassive unnaturally blue eyes.

"Who did you think was eating it?" Connor had to ask.

"I didn't think anyone was eating it," Angel bit out," I thought Spike was using it!"

"OI! I don't use your nancy boy hair gel!" It seemed like something had finally caught Spikes' attention away from the shanky bimbos and Draculas' pet boy.

The two men bickered among themselves despite the attempts Draculas' people made to regain Spikes' attention back. Unnoticed by them a look of understanding pasted between Faith and Illyria. Quirking her head to the side the god-king received a firm nod in return. The small almost smile shone on her pale face that would have frightened the vampires if they had seen it. Soundlessly she existed the room to fulfill a task that was hers alone.

Hiding a smirk behind to carefully placed boots on the dining table (much like the manner Spike occasionally favored) Faith caught Connors' questioning glance. Placing her forefinger to her lips Faith made the universal gesture for "keep it quiet" though she liked to think that her posture also added "shut the fuck up about it." His lips formed a grimace looking very much like Angel when he was put upon an annoying task that he knew was going to backfire. She narrowed her eyes to focus in on that odd familiar look.

Huh, that was weird.

At that point Spike and Angel were in each others' faces, their chaperons having lost patience with trying to separate them. She knew the body language even if it was at odds with what their repressed selfs thought it was about. Angel was dominating Spikes' space, his every move either getting up close or poised to get attention from the other man. Spike being Spike couldn't back down from the challenge throwing his own body forward to push the brunet away. Except that he lingered a little too closely, returned Angels' stare a little too long.

This was purely sexual tension coming into play and Faith silently thanked Santa for delivering early this year. Because these boys were fucking hot together. The intensity there was undeniable. Angels' eyes flickered to Spikes' mouth, expression softening. Spike nervously swallowed absently licking his lips.

The moment was held a few more seconds before Elsa yanked Spike away to rejoin the side of the room occupied with Draculas' loyal supporters. Shoulders tensed but Angels' face only reflected utter confusion.

"You're wrong."

Mihai gave a shrug like he was indifferent to the matter but his eyes gave him away. Five hours into his curse breaking ritual and a mostly idle one way conversation later a black fog had lifted from the young mans' body. He claimed that he was free from his shackles but Carey wasn't entirely convinced.

Somehow their professional highly impersonal exchanges had turned towards the direction her life was heading. Carey didn't like the attention nor the implication that she was some sort of broken girl in the need of recusing. Yes she knew that she was royally screwed up but that wasn't anyones' business save her own, thank you very much. The only reason she had allowed their little chat to go on was that at least with this guy around Carey felt a little more like her old self.

With the others, Roger and now Jane, there was a heaviness Carey had long since grown tired of. But there was no other option left for her at this point. Not that this stupid wizard wannabe would see that.

"No, I'm not. You have the desire for something better, you just need a little help. You can be so much more than them." He's earnest about it. Strange but Carey never really paid too much notice to emotional quirks before. And being around guys has been pretty much nil. It's just, and this sounds absurd to her, Mihai seemed a little taken by her perhaps? Maybe that was wishful thinking on her part, boys have never liked her other than the usual leering and crude come ons.

Was this another game? "Yeah? And what if I said that I wanted to find my own way without your so-called 'help?' "

"Then at least you'd be walking towards something worthwhile." The smile was mysterious like he knew a secret he was practically begging her to ask just so he could flaunt it. Chanting he signals her that the next spell, the portal, is beginning. Time to round the troops then.

"Your focus is divided, my lord."

Dracula smiled bitterly at Adela rather pointed comment. "You know me of long, Adela. I can be a man of great patience but I am not fond of being played for a fool. Angelus will attempt to take what is rightfully mine. It is in his nature. I will be made to wait hoping that my William stays true though he has made no such commitments to me. "

The further away from the castle they rode the more nagging the feeling of jealous grew. A feeling he had not felt in several life times. They had arrived at the spot where Mihais' portal would open to await the boys' arrival and put an end to the foolishness. All Vlad could think of was Spikes' pale skin lying across crimson silk sheets, face caught in ecstasy. A fine line of sweat on his burrow dripping with every unneeded pant that shook the lithe frame. Reassuring thoughts that he would fully have Spike at last were overridden by darker images in his minds' eye. Try as he might it wasn't himself that had the english vampire on his back but this Angel.

How many times had the brunet made Spike cry out with pleasure? Hands digging harshly into flesh enough to bruise, shared flesh moving in tuned with each other. How many times had Spike spread himself out for Angel wantonly offering his body to his sires' sire?

Looking back at his first encounter of the two together he can recall new details that he forgot. Little things that seemed unimportant then. The almost protectiveness Angel displayed when he offered himself as a true rival in Spikes' place. The constant bickering held an unwilling fondness that neither man would admit. For the first time Vlad pondered if there was a real chance that Spike would leave him for Angel.

Surely not...they were not always on such good terms if memory recalled correctly.

"Would you ease my mind by fulfilling a request if I asked it of you?"

The elder blinked at the question not sure if she was going to like the answer. "I should hope so, I can not rightly say until I know what is required of me."

Vlad offered a smile so cruel and filled with such malicious intent that Adelas' breath was robbed from her body.

Connor had fallen asleep an hour ago, Angel knows this because he still recalled what the even breaths of his son sounded like. He's far from sleepy himself, a little irked that Faith seemed to send Illyria off to track the Count without consulting him but too distracted to really care. A new perspective was needed that was all. That was why he was scaling the side of the castle like a mad man to talk with the only other vampire with a soul in existence. Insane, possibly, but Angel needed to plot a plan with someone who knew how he thought. Or hell just vent for whatever reason. This restlessness was killing him almost as much as the stupid spiked gargoyle he had to maneuver around.

The normal route was ruled out given how overprotective Dracula's lackeys were acting and hey he did think he did the wall scaling pretty well. Unfortunately Spike wasn't still a night owl. Huffing a little at the risks he took for this meeting to once again receive a lackluster response Angel crept towards the bed to wake the younger vampire up. With luck they could be out of this place before dawn and out of the country in a day if they found the underground tunnels Darla had been searching for on their last visit. If Mihai arrived then there was a chance they could use him as a means of escape. Angel didn't know, too many ideas were buzzing around his head.

Spike might laugh at him if he confessed how out of sorts he had been feeling lately. Though why he would tell Spike any of his inner demons was beyond him. On the nightstand a candle still burned leaking wax at the candlesticks' base. A faint smile graced Angels' lips when he caught the still opened book. In their early days he could usually find William with his nose in a book. Usually he'd forget to blow out the flame wasting candles and once nearly killing them all in the fire. Those--those weren't such bad memories actually.

Shaking himself from such oddly sentimental thought he sat on the beds' edge. "Spike!" Angel hissed shaking the slumbering figure.

Mumbling unintelligibly the slighter man shifted. "Come on!"

"In a m'ment, luv." A lazy grin spread across the otherwise lax face. "Back t' bed, pet."

"We don't have time t--"Brown eyes popped wildly at the soft contact of Spikes' mouth on his. Nibbling a little a tongue brushed against Angels' lips to seek entry. Too stunned to move the brunet found himself unable to put up much of a fight against a half asleep half horny vampire. Sheets slid when Spikes' leg rolled over to halfheartedly trap Angel on his side.

Naked Spike!

Suddenly they were back to that night when they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The lull of the other mans' kisses was too strong to resist. Forgetting the purpose of the visit his hands crept up to the small of Spikes' back. Moaning Spike deepen the kiss, shamelessly rubbing himself against the brunet. Angel broke away to excite a curse.

"You..."Shaking his head Angel tried again,"...I..."

Eyelashes fluttered open,"...oh balls."

Yeah, that summed it up nicely.