Title: Magic, Mischief, &  Miracles  2/?
Authors:  Pet & Foxhunt2blue
Summary: When Spike refuses to take no for an answer
his plan to get Angel in between the sheets goes
horribly awry.
Rating: NC-17 (all over rating)
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: Our wonderful Joss created them I had
nothing to do with it-wish I had. Frankly the boys
would be a lot happier with me as their mama! *web
Feedback: Please feed the baby slash ho's cause they
can be quite pathetic. They cry all night if they don't
get their daily dose of feedback. *giggle
E-mail:
Pet: spikespet2001@yahoo.com
Fox: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com

***

Rolling over Spike found himself trapped in Angel's
embrace and he wasn't happy in the least about it. Of
course that was the least of his problems. His stomach
was twisted into what amounted to a pretzel. Just the
scent of his sire's skin caused his gut to surge towards
this mouth. Kicking out he twisted in Angel's arms.
"...shit...bloody hell...let go you sodding poof..."

Angel smiled and murmured pulling Spike tighter to
him. "Shh...Will, go back to sleep baby. I'll feed you in
a couple more hours, lad."

Spike growled and struggled harder against Angel's
tightening arms. "ANGEL!" Spike screamed. "Let me
go you bloody arse unless..." Spike's face went even
whiter if it were possible, "...you want..." he swallowed
hard, "...last nights liquor on you, pet!"

At that Angel's eyes popped open and he let go,
jumping off the bed looking at his hands as if he had
just touched toxic waste. "OH...MY...GOD!!"

Without a word Spike dived off the bed and made a
beeline for the bathroom. Seconds later the sounds of
heaving and moaning drifted back into the bedroom.
Angel listened and he felt a little sick himself. He
wanted to go shower and scrub his skin hard, but then
he remembered shower naughtiness and he zipped to
the kitchen sink. Splashing his skin with hot scalding
water, using his nails to dig in he muttered to himself.

"This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare...I'm going to
wake up, I'm going to wake up."

***

Spike sat on his knees in front of the toilet head resting
on the cool porcelain. His whole body was shaking
with painful spasms. He wasn't sure what was worse---
re-tasting the alcohol from the previous night or
listening to Angel mumble  on the verge of hysterics.
Dragging himself to his feet Spike headed for the door
when suddenly the nausea hit him again. Diving for the
toilet he moaned as the  remainder of his alcohol surged
up and yet the nausea continued.

***

Angel heard Spike wretch again and it only made him
scrub harder and faster. He picked up the sprayer
totally not caring about his precious floor or the carpet
nearby and just started to spray his face.

He 'needed' to wake up.

Because if he was already awake and this was his
reality. Oh, god he was fucking screwed, he thought.

***

With a moan Spike lifted his head and flushed the
toilet, and then stumbled to his feet. Reaching behind
the bathroom door he grabbed the robe hanging there
and pulled it on. His legs felt like rubber and he
actually felt like he was burning up.

Stumbling into the kitchen  he clung to the doorframe
staring at Angel's naked backside. To be honest any
other time that sight would have revved him up, but at
the moment he was more concerned about how he felt.
He'd had plenty of hangovers in his time and this just
didn't feel right.

"Angel...mate..." Spike groaned as the room began to
spin, "...I'm bloody well screwed..."

Angel whimpered and just let the sprayer go. Shutting
off the sink he whispered. "Why?"

"...don't...feel so soddin..." Spike lurched forward
falling on his face.

Sighing Angel bent over and grabbed Spike's arms,
pulling him up, and holding him steady. "You drank
too much. You just need to have some blood, rest, and
this will go away. I'll get you some blood then you can
go back to your apartment and sleep."

"Blood?" Spike gulped hard as he clamped his hand
over his mouth. With his other hand he clutched
Angel's arm desperately. The entire room swam first
left, then right and his stomach convulsed.

Angel held tighter to Spike and his eyebrow raised a
bit. This---this was odd. Usually no matter how hung-
over a vampire their eating habits were never effected.
So he decided to test a theory.

"Spike lets heat you some---BLOOD."

Spike's eyes bulged in his head and he went another
shade paler.

"Shit, mate..." Spike groaned. His whole body began
trembling and he tried to pull away from Angel as he
made a gagging noise.

Angel wouldn't let go though as he looked into Spike's
eyes, then over him not realizing that he doing the sire
check-over. Something he hadn't done for a long time.

Looking for marks, or signs of trouble, then he started
asking questions. "Eat something wrong?"

Spike tugged weakly at Angel "Just drank...didn't eat
nothing yesterday, ponce!" He snapped as he began
struggling harder. "Angel I swear..." he made another
gagging noise and twisted against Angel's grip.
"Please...bloody hell...it's hot in here..."

Angel raised his other eyebrow. "No, it isn't...its room
temperature. Spike what's going on? Did you drink
something funky? Come on work with me here."

"Nothing...god you bloody sod!" Spike gurgled and
covered his mouth. "Nothing that you didn't drink..." he
moaned and eyeballed the sink. "Angel I...I'm gonna
be..." Spike took off heading for the sink dragging
Angel across the room.

Helping Spike to the sink Angel couldn't---even if he
wanted, too---turn away. It was like a train wreck and
he had to watch it derail. Lifting a hand---to his own
surprise---rubbed Spike's lower back.

"It's okay, come on...get it out."

Coughing and gagging Spike's eyes begin to water.
"...nothing left..." he gasped for air even though he
knew he didn't need it.

Angel nodded. "Then we either need to give you
something to eat so you have something to heave or
call Fred and get you checked out. Something's wrong
with you."

Turning his head Spike glared at Angel. "No bloody
way, peaches. I like sunshine and all, but I ain't having
her prod me with any needles..."

"Then we get you some blood to hurl." Angel said
simply his voice starting to twinge with annoyance. He
hated when Spike was this stubborn.

Spike turned on the faucet and splashed his face. "Don't
know if it'll stay, pet." He let out a sigh. "Wouldn't have
any wheat bix---would you? And maybe some
sardines? The ones in the mustard sauce?"

Angel made a sour face, then backed up and looked
over Spike again taking in how cute he looks in his
robe. All small and totally swimming in the robe, and
then he ran through what Spike asked for again. He
wiped at his face, then tried another test.

"Uhmmm, Spike...how about pickles and peanut
butter?"

Raising a brow Spike snorted. "Bloody hell, Angel! I
just got my sodding stomach to settle down and you
want to give me pickles and peanut butter?" He slowly
moved to the small table and settled in one of the
chairs. "Though I got to think a glass of beer would be
good." He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Oh,
and what's a beer without some Oreos---double stuff."

Angel made a gagging sound, then walked slowly to
Spike squinting his eyes as he gazed over him. It was
almost as if, Angel thought, Spike had been taken over.

"Spike am I sleeping?"

Turning his head Spike studied Angel with amusement.
"Now why do you think you're sleeping, peaches?" He
shook his head at Angel and chuckled "Double-stuff is
the only sodding way to go."

"Well either I'm dreaming or that you're a woman
statement I made is really coming back to bite you in
the ass. Because the shit you want to eat. Even with
your strange food craving is a little deranged. I think
we need to call Fred. Maybe you sniffed some powder
at the herb shop. Maybe the bar gave you a bad beer. I
don't know but there's definitely something wrong here
I can feel it."

"Jesus, Angel!" Spike rolled his eyes as his head fell
onto the table. "Look you great ponce...please just get
me the blood and I'll be on my way. Not hanging
around, not yanking your cock..." he suddenly stopped
and swallowed hard. "Maybe I should leave now..."

Angel sighed then stood up storming to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge he grabbed a blood bag and came
back to the table dropping it. "There you go. Sorry for
caring for five seconds---my bad. You can get out of
my robe now and dress in your own clothes and leave."

Looking down at the bag of blood Spike moaned. With
a sudden spasmodic movement he shoved the chair
back and rushed to the sink heaving over it. His head
spun as he turned on the faucet cupping his hands and
bringing them to his mouth. Turning off the sink he
turned back his body swaying.
"Angel...sorry...luv..." Spike chose that second to
crumple to the floor.

Rushing to his room Angel threw a pair of threadbare
jeans on, came back, and picked Spike up in his arms
walking to the elevator.

"Okay, Will that's it. To Fred we go." Stepping inside
the elevator he pressed the lab floor button and watched
as the numbers descended.

***

Angel pushed through the lab door and saw Fred
reading over some papers. "Fred I need your help."

Looking up Fred jumped off her stool putting her
papers down and started talking a mile a minute.

"Spike...oh, god Spike. Here...here...over here. Lay
him down. Did he fall? Did he get hurt? Did you hurt
him? Is he, okay? What happened?"

Angel laid Spike down on the bed Fred had indicated
and began answering each question to the best of his
knowledge. "No, he didn't fall. Not sure if he is hurt,
not externally as far as I know. No, I didn't hurt him...I
don't...think. I'm not sure if he is okay that's what I'm
here for. As for what happened I don't know. He's
sick."

Rushing to Spike's side Fred started to look him over
talking soothingly her accent booming. "Spike, Spike
it's me. Can you hear me?"

A soft groan escaped Spike and he shivered. "...bloody
hell...what...?"
His eyes fluttered open and he looked up into Fred's
wide dark eyes. "...sunshine?"

Fred smiled brightly. "Yeah...yeah it's me Spike. How
are you? Can you tell me what's wrong? I want to help
you, fix it, and make it all better. Maybe even find you
a lollipop if you're a good patient. But you have to help
me."

His face twisted up as if he was in pain and he covered
his mouth. After a few moments he took a deep
calming breath that he really needed because frankly he
was scared shitless.

"Don't feel so good, pet. Stomach hurts something right
awful and everything I smell makes me sick to my gut."
His eyes drifted shut. "I feel really hot, too. Can't right
explain it...hot like my body's on fire inside."

Nodding Fred lifted her hand feeling Spike's forehead,
then nodded. "You have a fever, those aren't common
for vampires...that's not a good sign." Then she started
to check Spike over. She pushed at spots---his chest, his
side, and then his tummy. "Any of those hurt?"

Angel sat nearby on a chair just watching and waiting
to see what was going on.

Spike growled in pain as Fred pressed on his belly.
"Shit....that bloody well hurts, luv!" He curled up into a
tight ball. "Angel tell her to quit poking me..."

Looking up at Fred he spoke tiredly. "Quit poking
him." Then he grinned. "But if you have to jab a needle
in him go right ahead."

Fred couldn't help giggling as she headed to a shelf and
retrieved a needle and a vial for blood. "Sorry Spike but
I really do need to take some of your blood." She
opened a drawer and got a rubber arm band and
tightened it on Spikes arm, finding a good vein she
smiled in pity at Spike. "Hope you're not queasy about
needles." Then she pushed the needle into his arm and
started to fill the vial.

When it was filled she removed  the needle, removed
the rubber arm band, and then pulled the needle out
quick.

Pressing a cotton ball down on the puncture she
grinned. "There...all done."

"All done are you now?" Spike glared first at the cotton
ball, and then at Angel. "Tell her to jab me with needles
you bloody ponce..." he growled softly. "This is your
fault, peaches. Think you gave me an STD or some
such nonsense..."

"Spike we're dead don't be fucking stupid." Angel
growled, then let out a soft laugh.

Fred laughed as well then picks up the small tube. "I'll
be right back. I have to run tests on this. See what we
can find. Angel, make him stay down. There's orange
juice in my mini-fridge and little chocolate donuts.
Also there's a lolly in my desk drawer." And with that
said Fred disappeared to run the tests on Spike's blood.

Angel chuckled speaking in a baby voice. "Would my
wee wittle Willy want a lolly---huh? Maybe a wittle
snuggle wuggle?"

"Bite me!" Spike turned his back to Angel a shiver
traveling through him. "You want to be of some
help...get me some blood. I feel like I'm starving, pet."

Angel shook his head, but stood and walked to the
mini-fridge. Not seeing any blood he looks around and
finally found another fridge this one a bit bigger.
Opening it he found a few blood bags and took out two-
--one for him and one for Spike---bringing them back
over.

"Here or do you want me to heat it little Willy my
sweet sicky, wicky, baby waby?"

Spike's eyes shimmered gold as he snatched the bag
from Angel. "Bloody arse!"

He popped the top and turned the bag up gulping the
blood down---his eyes never leaving Angel. "Baby my
sodding arse..." he finished the blood licking his lips.

Just seconds later his stomach convulsed. "Shit..." he
squeaked as he looks around desperately for something
to vomit in.

Angel appeared with a trash can holding it under
Spike's face. "Come on little 'baby' give it up for
Daddy."

"....bite my..." Spike heaved and the blood came back
up, "...arse..." Spike fell back on the bed his face paler
than normal. "Gonna bloody well starve to death..." he
grumbled, "...serve me right."
Setting down the trash can Angel sat back in his chair.
"Probably caught a rare 'can only affect vampires' bug.
Fred will fix you up. Just rest your eyes and she'll be
back before you know it with your cure."

"Fix me up?" Spike crossed his arms across his chest,
pouting. "You broke me, ponce. You should be the one
fixing my bloody arse."

"Well, I don't suggest drinking or having more sex. I
may end up like you and I like being healthy thank you.
So what do you suggest I do for you?"

"Kill me now..." Spike moaned, "...sodding stomach
feels like I swallowed an Egoris egg..."

Angel rolled his eyes just as a very pale looking Fred
walked in. Sitting up he asked. "What's wrong?"

Walking up to Angel---a piece of paper in her hands---
Fred's fingers started to fidget. Now a bit worried
Angel stood.

"What is it?"

Looking up Fred started to stutter out as best she could.
"I did it, then re-did it, then againnn...and againnn...but
it was the same---the same."

"What? Fred, what?"

"Not, no...not possible...the dead...then the man ..then
the dead man thing...it's just not...but I did it Angel.
Over and over and over." Fred replied her voice on the
edge of hysteria.
"WHAT GOD DAMN IT?" Angel screamed.

Fred looked at Spike and swallowed saying softly
knowing they would both hear. "Spike is pregnant."

Sitting straight up Spike's eyes widened to the size of
half-dollars. For a moment his mouth worked as if he's
trying to speak or perhaps breath, and then he began
shaking his head furiously.

"No...NO...NOOO!" His eyes went gold, his face
shifting as he snarled. "What? Have you lost your
bloody mind?! One I'm a vampire...two if you hadn't
noticed luv I have the wrong sodding equipment! And
three! Well bloody hell why do I even need a three?!"

Fred's eyes misted up but she held out the paper as if it
contained all the answers since her mouth apparently
wasn't being believed. "Over, over, over...I did it so
many times. I wouldn't. couldn't...I would never...I
don't understand...I don't."

Angel whispered softly. "It's wrong."

She turned to Angel shoving the paper at him. "No, I
swear...I swear look---look Angel."

Angel grabbed the paper in his numb fingers gazing
over the words. And when he read what Fred had
confirmed the words began to bleed and fade together.

But this wasn't possible, he thought. There's nothing
about this that says there's a possibility. He shook his
head as the papers fell from his fingers. "No, no this
can't. There's no way...I don't know how---how? He's a
he and then he's dea...he's a vampire...there's just no
way."

Fred glanced at Spike again. "Sss...pikeee...? Did...did
you...was there...anything...?"

Glancing down at his lap Spike swallowed hard and
picked at the loose threads along the robes seam.
"I...well..." he started then stopped considering how to
break the news. Of course he should be more upset than
Angel---he was the one that was pregnant, Spike
thought.

 "Shit...bloody fucking shit...all I wanted was to be with
you again, Angel. So damned tired of you and your
sodding denial. I swear it was just an aphrodisiac. Just a
bloody fucking love potion..."

Fred covered her mouth and turned to look at Angel,
but she knew what would be there when she turned.
She was right. Angel's face had turned to a cold hard
mask. His body rigid and stiff.

She finally took in the appearance of the two vampires
and it all clicked into place. Angel's denial and attitude.
And she started to back into the corner slowly.

Angel closed his eyes, closed and flexed his fists until
they seem to jam shut. His nails dug into his palms and
he gritted out. "What...did you...do?"

"The herb shop, peaches..." Spike glared at Angel.
"Was it so hard for your sorry arse to figure out why
I've been following you about like a pup?" Spike turned
away staring at the far wall. "What kind of sire turns his
back on his own childe? Even when I got myself this
sodding soul I still wasn't good enough. That's why
when I saw that Deepokian aphrodisiac I grabbed
it...slipped it into your whiskey when you was in the
crapper." Spike ran his fingers through his hair. "How
was I suppose to know what it would do, pet?" The last
words are firm, yet soft.

Angel started laughing, but it was low and crazed.

Looking worriedly towards Angel, Fred started to walk
slowly to him speaking softly with care. "Angel?"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" Angel roared.

Fred jumped, then stopped moving.

Angel opened his eyes and they were golden. He turned
on Spike. "You're going to blame this on me. You're a
fucking stupid idiot. I should have left you to die in that
alley. But no I had to keep you so I could have a pretty
fuck toy. And now your going to sit here and blame this
shit one me? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK
WILLIAM!! I can not fucking believe you. You
drugged me so I would fuck you. HOW SAD IS
THAT? You fucking little worth-less SHIT!! You
never THINK. You just Do. God knows what the fuck
it is, or will do. God knows what this baby will turn out
to be. You can't fucking play with PEOPLE LIVES,
just because you want my fucking ATTENTION and
my COCK!!"

Fred's eyes started to mist again and she held out her
hand. "Angel, please.."

"NOOO! Fuck NOOO! I...fuck I..." Angel turned and
headed for the door.

At that precise moment Wes stepped into the room his
eyes lighting up.  "There you are Angel! Wherever
have you been hiding at for the past two days? I do
mean you are the CEO and I was about to go send a
security team to..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET A GOD DAMN
LIFE! GET LAID! GET OUT MORE! LEAVE ME
ALONE!!" Angel screamed in Wes' face,  then pushed
his way out of the room.

Wes blinked and cleared his throat. "Whatever crawled
up his ass and died? I do swear he needs a vacation or
perhaps he is the one who needs to get laid." Turning
Wes left heading for his office mumbling beneath his
breath about insane vampires.

Fred turned to Spike slowly and whispered. "Spike?"

Sitting stock still Spike was staring at the door where
Angel had been just moments before. "You know he's
right, pet." Spike sighed and leaned back into the
pillows. "Never could do anything bloody well right.
Not in my human life...not in my unlife. Always was
loves bitch..." his eyes shimmered for a moment, and
then he turned away sucking in a deep breath. "Should
have left me to die...ain't worth the effort it took to sire
me."

His eyes drifted shut as he felt the tears well up. He
hated this. William the Bloody didn't cry. Spike didn't
cry. That's not the way it worked.

"Bloody hormones..." he grumbled as tears seeped
beneath his lashes.

Fred's eyes teared up as she ran to her desk and
grabbed her tissue box, then rushed them to Spike.
"Here, please don't cry Spike. Angel he, he didn't mean
it. He's just...he's just upset. He cares about you. I can
tell Spike please don't cry."

"Ain't bloody crying..." Spike sniffed, "...don't
cry...nope not me. Bloody ponce can kiss my arse." He
lifted one arm to scrub at his face with the sleeve of the
robe. "Big bad that's me. Only pansy-arsed fools cry,
pet." His voice cracked.

Smiling Fred took out a tissue wiping her eyes, trying
to diffuse this situation with her silly voice, and sillier
humor. "You're...you're right silly Fred. This is for
me. I must have got dust in my eye. So silly."

Spike turned back to Fred grinning. "So sunshine?
Want to marry me? I mean can't be having my bloody
babe born out of wedlock..." Spike chuckled, but it was
filled with pain. "Can't be letting my reputation be
ruined now---can I, luv?" A tear escaped and ran down
his cheek despite his best efforts.

Moving the tissue quickly Fred wiped the tear away
whispering softly. "I think you're already taken---don't
you?"

Spike snorted. "He don't want me, pet. Never did...just
wanted to have a play toy."

Fred sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her
head firmly. "I don't know who you met when you were
made or who you had to deal with for the many years
after. But that's not my hero Spike. That's not my
Angel. If he didn't want you, if he didn't care. He would
have never done what he did. Drug or no drug. His soul
is strong. There's something he's not saying. Things he
won't admit. Things I saw but never had an explanation
for and now I do. When Angel is scared or hurt or
angry he always tries for the hurt. It's familiar to him,
it's like a friend. You hurt him so he hurts back that's
all."

Chuckling Spike shook his head. "Don't know if you're
right luv...I don't, but if I can't stop this..." his voice
cracked again. "I ain't father material...can't have a
babe. Fred I have to know for sure what's inside me.
Need to know if it's a bloody mutant or what."

"I don't have the material here with me. But tomorrow I
can do an ultrasound for you. Show you the baby would
you like that? And bring Angel that might help him
with this. Because Spike, and I'm not trying to demean
this for you because this is big for both of you. But
here's another angle to Angel. Imagine what he's just
been told. What you've been told. Think about it
'really' think. Two male vampires. You two should
have never 'ever' been able to have children 'ever'.
Now think of what type of person Angel is. All the
things he wants in life---or wanted. Imagine one of the
reasons he wanted to ever Shanshu." She quirks a brow.

Spike's gaze lowered again. "Bloody hell...I didn't want
this to happen..." he sighed. "All I wanted was him to
stop hiding from me, pet. What if it's a monster though?
What if I've buggered this up big time? What if he don't
want to come?"

"Then we'll deal with it. I'll help you. But what if the
baby is just fine, human with a soul, perfect? You won't
know until you try. And you can't tell what Angel will
do unless you find him and talk to him."

Spike started laughing. "Know you will sweets...I know
I need to talk to him, but right now...well bloody hell.
What if I find him and he just decides to toss my
sodding arse into the brink?" He glanced back at the
door. "Wouldn't blame him...not a bit, luv."

Fred caressed his cheek. "You have his baby inside
you. He won't harm a hair on you. He may want to but
he won't. You've never been safer. 'HIS BABY' Spike.
You're going to give him the impossible. He doesn't
want to hurt you. He just wants to understand. Angel's
so sensitive. So fragile. He's not as strong as everyone
thinks. Most of the time yes. But there are times when
he will just sit and you can see the Irish boy he was.
Liam is there under Angelus, under Angel. Liam is
there."

Closing his eyes Spike pulled up those early memories.
The first few days of his existence as a fledgling. He
remembered the gentleness he saw in Angelus' eyes. He
remembered how Angelus protected him from Darla.
"Maybe you're right, luv. Always felt loved even back
before he was cursed...it's like he decided to hide what
he really was...who he is..." Spike glanced at Fred with
a look of confusion in his eyes. "How'd you get so
smart sunshine? Cause you need to bottle that." He
kissed her cheek quickly and slides from the bed.
"Need to get cleaned up go find, peaches." He headed
for the door then stopped. "Hmmm...Fred, pet?"

Fred grinned. "Yes?"

"I hate to be a pain, but I'm starving. Wouldn't happen
to have some vampire pregnancy nausea cure hiding in
here would you, pet?" Spike smiled weakly at Fred.
"Got to make sure the little bit is feed now don't I?"

Walking over to her desk Fred opened a bottom drawer
bringing out crackers, then went to the fridge and
grabbed a bag of blood. Going back to Spike she
handed him both.

"Crackers first, then blood, then more crackers. Trust
me. You don't need pills you just need to use a home
remedy. But if it doesn't work I'll think of something
else."

Spike raised a brow in disbelief and sighed. "Couldn't
have been wheat bix. I guess bloody crackers will have
to do, then now won't it?"

Giving Fred a quick squeeze he headed back to the
penthouse. A shower and some pants would do
wonders. As the elevator door shut Spike glanced down
and put a palm on his stomach. "Your da is a stubborn
ponce. Where do you suppose he's bloody well run off
to, luv?"

 ****
Spike stood in the center of the bedroom staring at the
bed that he and Angel had shared the night before...no,
he thought. What had Wes said? Two days? Had they
really laid there sleeping for two days?

Shaking his head he moved to Angel's closet and
searched the shelves, drawers, and hangers for clothes.
He had checked his own clothes and they were
worthless. No buttons on his jeans and his shirt stank of
Cartis demon. Sighing he found a pair of jeans well
worn and a tee shirt that smelled of Angel.

He didn't know how long it had been since he'd seen
Angel in anything, but Armani and silk. Silk was good,
but he wanted to see his sire. The man who looked
deadly as well as bloody sexy in leather.

Taking the clothes he headed to the bathroom and sat
them on the vanity top. Stepping into the shower he
turned on the water as warm as he could stand it and
grabbed a wash cloth. He glanced around the stall until
he found a bottle of shower gel and smiled. Leave it up
to his sire to like the fresh clean scents that screamed
money.

Squirting out a liberal amount of the gel he began
scrubbing himself clean. The scent of Angel
surrounded him---infused him. He closed his eyes and
inhaled a contented smile on his face.

"Knew you were a ponce..." he mumbled, "...Cool
Water..." he whispered. His hands trailed through the
bubbles along his chest and down to his stomach.

That was when the pain hit---a cramp. Spike grabbed at
the tile wall as he sank to his knees. "Bloody  hell..." he
groaned as the water pounded down on him. As quickly
as it hit it stopped only to be replaced by what felt like
a flutter.

Spike's eyes widened as his hand moved over his
stomach. "Sodding hell..." he gasped as he felt it again.
"Is that you little bit?"

He struggled to his feet and leaned against the wall his
hand caressing his stomach. Another flutter and then
what was definitely movement stopped.

"Well then..." he smirked, "...why should you be any
bloody different than your da? Kicking my sodding ass
to get my attention.
He chuckled and finished rinsing off as he began
singing the Ramones. "I got knocked down..."

***

Three hours later and a few blisters Spike was on the
verge hysteria. He hated this. He really did.

"Bloody hormonal..." Spike grumbled as he fought to
keep the tears from falling, "...feel like a sodding skirt."
Looking around the hall Spike searched for some place-
--any place---he could just get some privacy. Seeing a
storage closet he ducked in the door and let out a
scream of frustration.

Dropping to the floor he pulled his knees up and made
a choking noise. "Done messed it up little bit..." he
grumbled as tears began running down his face,
"...bloody well scared him off...can't find him
anywhere."

***

Humming Fred walked down the hall an armful of
readouts. As she passed the door of the storage closet
she heard the sounds of sniffling---thinking nothing of
it at first her mind plagued with questions. Then she
stopped and moved slowly backwards. Laying her head
on the door she heard the crying grow louder. She
could tell who it is and she laid her hand sadly on the
door.

"Spike? Spike is that you?"

Lifting his head Spike stared at the door as if it were
demonic. He took a deep breath and scrubbed at his
face with the tail of his tee shirt. "Fred? That you, pet?"
He called out hating that his voice was this wobbly.
"Some big bad you are..." he mumbled beneath his
breath.

Fred smiled a tiny bit. "Yes, it's me Spike. I'm going to
come in---okay?"

"Sure no problem sunshine..." he swallowed hard and
tried to get a grip on his emotions. "No one but us
hormonal vamps in here."

Opening the door Fred stepped inside. Thankfully she
was small enough to close the door behind her.
Kneeling down in front of Spike she spoke. "Why are
you in a broom closet Spike? This is no place for you to
be. What happened? Talk to me."

He looked up at her with wet swollen eyes and let out a
sigh. "Can't find his bloody arse...he's gone...and
he...he..." mid-sentence he hiccuped and then lets out a
choked wail. "I sodding hate these bloody hormones!"

Fred made the cutest 'aww' face and reached out
gesturing with her fingers to Spike to come into her
arms. "Aww, come here, come here Spike."

He crawled across the floor and threw himself in Fred's
out stretched arms. "Hate...hate this...he left me...left
little bit..." he sobbed between choked hiccups. "Knew
I'd mess it up..." he buried his face in her shoulder.
"Help me Fred...get rid of these bloody hormones...feel
like a pansy-arsed skirt...blubbering about the ponce..."

Fred couldn't help the small smile, but she held back
the giggle. She just sat rocking and rubbing Spike's
lower back. "Shh...shh it's okay Spike. It's just the
pregnancy. I'm sure it's worse for you because this isn't
natural in 'any' way. But I promise it's just your body
adjusting. Having a baby does wonders to the body.
You just have to adjust. Angel's not in the penthouse?"

"Don't want to be...to be pregnant!" Spike wailed. "He
ain't any...anywhere in the bloody building!"

Looking at Spike with a raised brow Fred sounded like
a  mother. "Now I know you're a man, you're dead and
a vampire. But this happened for a reason and now you
have to deal with it. Shouldn't have sex if you're not
prepared for the possibilities. That's what my Momma
always says. So you're pregnant and that's that. Now
lets find Daddy."

She reached into her lab coat pocket taking out her cell
and dialed a number. "Yes, I need to know if Angel left
the building? He did...how long ago? Did he say where
he was going. Oh, oh...well take him to medical and I'll
look him over. All right thank you." Fred hung up and
patted Spike's back. "Angel left not too long after he
blew up in the lab. Now lets see where would he go."
She started to tap the cell phone off her chin, and then a
minute later her face lit up. "Ah-ha!"

Spike sniffled and wiped his face with his shirt again.
"Ah-ha what? Where the bloody hell is his arse? And
what do you mean poss...possibilities? I'm a man! I
shouldn't get knocked up!" He shrieked.

"Did you really read the label to that magic potion you
thought would be wise to consume?" Fred asked.

"I...I did..." his eyes widened a bit then he lowered his
head. "Deepokian's a bit on the rusty side, but I read it."
He glanced up and growled. "Don't look at me like that,
pet! I did!"

Fred shook her head a bit, but then smiled. "All right I
believe you. But my point is every action has a
reaction. You wanted Angel to 'see' you like he once
did. So you did that. Now I don't place blame and this
isn't a lecture, but I'm just saying. Now you've created
life with Angel. And you just can't make it go away
because you're more than a little emotional. It's not fair
to that baby. And speaking of the baby, Spike. Too
much stress can cause you and the baby distress. So
you need to calm down. As for Angel---one word, one
place---Hyperion."

Spike bit his lip when another hormonally charged rant
rose in his throat. He took a deep breath and looked at
Fred as if she was the devil himself. "What the bloody
hell is a Hyperion?"

"A hotel---Angel owns it. It was our home before we
moved to this steel and scary monolith. It's Angel's safe
house. He feels comfortable there, happy. So he
probably went there. After all if I wanted to think, be
alone, swallow something this big. I would go
somewhere I felt at ease. So he's there I feel it."

Spike pulled himself to his feet cursing the fact that he
must look like a child playing dress-up in Angel's
clothes. "Then I guess I need to go find his fat-arse.
Always was one for the hiding---bloody ponce." He
smiled at Fred patting her shoulder. "Thanks, luv. Now
I got a vampire with his head up his arse to find."
Pushing open the door Spike slipped down the hall.
"Got an appointment with a jag."

***

Angel took off his coat, his suit jacket and sat them
neatly next to him on the ledge. He imagined if any
person were to see him they would think he was going
to commit suicide. He sighed as he unbuttoned his shirt
sleeves rolling them up. If only it was that easy some-
times.

He really didn't have any urge to die. Hell the only urge
he had was to land back on earth. After all there just
wasn't anyway what he'd been told could be real.

He was a two-hundred and seventy-seven year old
vampire. Children were something that just could never
happen for him. A pretty woman who liked his face
saw to that. But it is something he had dreamed and
thought of even before he had gotten his soul.

The closest thing he had ever gotten had been his
vampire childer. But now---thanks to his childe's antics
and a little magic liquid---Angel was going to be a
daddy. Angel looked down at the veins that stood out
on his pale skin.

How can anything dead ever make a baby---magic or
not? And who made these decisions anyway? Who says
let's make a potion, powder, or liquid that can change
one person's whole world. And further more who
decided vampires would be all non biased when it came
to sex?

He sighed.

Damn me, my sexual habits. Damn Spike, his pretty
face, those pretty blue eyes and his natural ability to
talk me into anything, he thought.

Even if he'd known ahead of time he could have died
after. He really needed to learn self-control. That or get
a patch that could repel Spike.

***

Spike stepped on to the roof of the Hyperion his gaze
settling almost immediately on his sire. Well it was now
or never, he thought, considering the slump in Angel's
shoulders he fully expected him to toss him off the roof.
Not that he would mind at this bloody point. He knew
that Angel would know he was there, but he spoke
anyway. "Hey..."

Back straightening Angel answered back simply. He
had no idea what else to say right now. "Hey."

Crossing the space between them Spike sat down next
to Angel---his feet dangling over the edge of the roof.
"Guess I owe you an apology now don't I, pet?" He
sighed softly.

"Yes, I think you owe me that, Spike. I also think you
owe me hell of a lot more than that. But, hey small
steps your brain can only stretch so far." Angel sighed
tiredly.

"Ponce..." Spike grumbled, "...can't ever let a man say
his peace before you bloody well insult him."

"Oh, Spike that wasn't a insult this is." Angel turned
and looked at Spike's crotch. "Hello, Spike's brain, do
you think I'm owed a apology?"

"Hey you bloody twit! I'm not a sodding moron!" Spike
folded his arms across his chest his brow furrowing as
he tried to get a grip on his hormones before he said
another word. "And my brain ain't between my legs!"

Angel snorted. "Could have fooled me. You know the
worst mistake I ever made with you was to have sex
with you. I remember what you were before I turned
you. You were a smart, upper-crust, talented Victorian.
The second I gave you the nookie...it all bleed out your
ass. I swear it. Should have just left you alone."

"Maybe you should have you bloody bastard!" Spike
growled. "Would have been better off if I'd just
watched me mum die, then I could have ended it.
Jumped into the Thames and let my worthless arse sink
to the bottom! Maybe I should do that now?! Ain't that
what you sodding want?! Go find a really sharp stake
and throw my arse on it!" Spike started to get up and
winced as a  pain shot through his abdomen. "Cause I
ain't never been good enough! Never mind I
worshipped your bloody arse!"

Angel didn't notice the wince as he turned back towards
the sky. "Worship, smorship Spike. I don't give a damn.
That's not who I am anymore. It's not what I'm about. I
never said I wanted you to kill yourself. Stop putting
words in my mouth I hate that. I hate that more than my
decisions being stripped from me. And I really 'really'
hate that all this happened out of your horniness rather
than love. You could have gotten my attention so many
other ways if you just would of thought. But no it all
came down to sex. How fast can I make Angel fuck
me? What do I need to do to trap him? Well, congrats,
Spike you pulled the doosy of all doosies. Made me the
biggest, stupidest bitch in the city."

"Fuck you!" Spike roared his face shifting as he
stumbled across the roof. "Wasn't about the
sex...never...lo...loved yo..." Spike doubled over as
another pain shot through him. "Loved...loved your
arse...didn't matter..." another pain sent Spike to his
knees and he choked back a half growled sound.

Turning back around ready to tell Spike to grow up, get
over it, and quit faking he suddenly realizes that he's in
real pain . And in this moment of quiet Angel hears it.

It's so faint and really it's so fucking stupid he didn't
hear it before now.

A heartbeat---the baby's heartbeat.

He moved off the ledge to the rooftop. Rushing to
Spike he dropped to his knees---pulling Spike into his
lap---and he begins speaking in Gaelic.

"Tá brón orm, Tá brón orm, Tá brón orm, mo chroí, mo
chroí,  Gráim thú, Gráim thú."

Spike gasped softly as Angel pulled him into his lap
and began speaking quickly in a language Spike hadn't
heard in over a hundred years. He smiled through the
pain as it eased panting softly.

"Tá brón orm." He whispers. "Little...little bit bloody
hates it when we fight..." his eyes slowly closed as he
grabbed Angel's hand, squeezed it, and then pressed
Angel's palm to his stomach. "Can you feel it?"

Angel spread his fingers apart and the heartbeat
pounded through Spike's stomach into his hand and
through his body like lightening. He smiled his eyes
welling up and he nodded whispering. "Aye I do.
Strong, true. Wants us to listen, and listen good."

He rubbed Spike's stomach in tiny circles feeling the
vibrations and he speaks softly to Spike's tummy the
tears falling. "Daddy's listening."

"Bout bloody well time ain't it little bit?" Spike
chuckled as he feels the flutter stirring in his stomach.
"Told me I had to come looking for your sodding arse.
Wants its da."

Laying his head sideways on Spike's tummy Angel is
twisted every which way, but he doesn't care. "Da's
right here, I'm your Da." Angel grinned again and
rubbed his nose along Spike's tummy whispering. "I'm
your Da."

Growling Spike playfully smacks Angel's head. "You
ponce that bloody well tickles!"

Angel stopped rubbing his nose on Spike's tummy but
turned his head so he could look into Spike's eyes and
he whispers in awe. "Can you hear it? The heartbeat
can you hear it? It's so strong, so beautiful. Never heard
anything as beautiful as this." He kissed Spike's belly
then looked deep into Spike's eyes. "Go raibh maith
agat."

"Ta failte romhat." Spike whispered in reply. "Yeah...I
heard it in the shower. Just wasn't sure what I heard,
luv. Still trying to get my bloody head screwed on
straight." Spike's eyes glittered as they shifted from
gold to blue. "Little bit is like you, peaches. Kicked
my arse to get my sodding attention." He laughed
softly, then smiled at Angel. "Can I get up now or are
we going to be down here all night?"

A huge smile crossed Angel's face, then he freaked
and stood up with Spike in his arms rushing to his suit
jacket and coat.

"Are you cold? Oh, I'm so fucking heartless you're
probably cold." He threw the coats on Spike then he
started for the steps. "Get you back to the penthouse.
Get you fed and then get you a nice warm bath. Then
I'll feed you again then to bed...rest...you need to
rest."

Spike rolled his eyes, but didn't fight Angel about his
sudden need to mother him. "Not really cold, peaches."
he chuckles. "Oh and Angel...I drove the Jag over
here."

Stopping cold Angel gave Spike a frightened look.
"Talk to Security no more fast cars for you. I'll buy you
a mini-van...maybe a hummer. Yeah a
hummer...they're sturdy, impenetrable. I'll drive home.
Buckle you in---nice, safe, and tight. Yep, tight."

Another roll of his eyes and Spike snuggled into
Angel's neck. "Can I chose the color, pet?"

"For what?" Angel replied absentmindedly as he
pushed through the doors heading to the Jag. He then
looked at the Viper and Jag sighing. "Okay how am I
going to do this?" He fumbled out his cell phone and
called in orders for a team to come pick up the Jag, then
securely buckled Spike into the passenger side.

Getting into the drivers side Angel started the Viper
and pulled out really slowly---looking both directions
twenty times---then he crept down the road.

"Christ!" Spike growled. "Quit being such a bloody
ponce! I'm pregnant not sodding glass!"

Angel pouted, sticking his bottom lip out and using
'his' secret weapon---the big, fat, chocolate puppy eyes
and the quivering bottom lip.

"Lord save me!" Spike snarled. "Don't be giving me
that bloody puppy eyed look! Go already will you."
Then he turned and looked out the window mumbling.
"Little bit'll be in collage by the time we get back to
Wolfram and Hart..."

Grumbling Angel snapped. "Fine but not going over
forty." He sped up to forty, but gripped the wheel
tighter keeping a closer watch.

Spike sighs. "That's more like it. Suppose it can't get
any sodding better."

***

An hour and a half later they finally reach W&H. Angel
shut off the engine noting the Jag is already there. He
rolled his eyes and knew he'd hear about that one.
Coming around he Un-strapped Spike and lifted him
back into his arms carrying him to the elevator.

"You know, peaches, I can walk." Spike snorted as the
elevator headed for the penthouse. "Oh and by the
way...Fred...she's a sweet one. Going to do an ultra
sound tomorrow."

Angel immediately looked down at Spikes tummy.
"You...you mean we'll get to...to...see the baby?"

Raising a brow Spike laid his hand on his stomach and
grinned. "Only if you want, luv. I know you're a big
CEO and busy with your bloody pencil pushing and
all."

"Fuck pencils." Angel muttered as the doors opened
and he walked into the penthouse. Using his preter-
natural senses not to run into anything he strolled to the
kitchen to get Spike blood. For now his eyes never
moved from Spike's tummy. "Want to see my baby.
They can all kiss my ass."

Chuckling Spike began squirming. "Can you please put
me down, mate? My legs are going numb from lack of
use."

Angel sat Spike on the kitchen counter, then opened the
fridge. "Stay...need to heat you blood." He pulled out a
gallon jug of blood, glanced at Spike, then back to his
tummy, and then back to his face. "Do you think we
should have human food for the baby? I don't want the
baby to be hungry. Can the baby be hungry now? I
know the baby has to grow---Jesus Spike can we do
this?"

"Stay?" Spike snorted and hopped off the counter
strolling to the table. "Ain't a bloody puppy." He sat
down in one of the chairs and propped his feet on the
table. "Not sure about the food, but better safe than
sorry. Guess we could keep a stocked fridge. I'm
guessing the baby is hungry if I am you ponce." Then
his face softened a bit and he considered Angel's last
question. "We bloody well saved the world, mate. Little
bit can't be that difficult."

Angel nodded, but his wrings his hands together. "It's
just...this...is important to me. This baby, 'our' baby.
It's special and I don't want to do this wrong. I've
fucked up everything I've ever touched since I was
born---I'm talking human birth not even vampire. I
want the baby to be safe, healthy, and happy. I don't
want to fail."

Standing Spike moved over to where Angel stood
laying his head on Angel's chest. Then he reached for
Angel's hand bringing it to his stomach. "You're not a
failure, peaches. I know I give you a bloody load of
shit, but your one of the good guys. You'll make a hell
of a da."

Closing his eyes Angel kissed the top of Spike's head
as he gently rubbed his stomach. "Thank you. You will
too though, you know. Be a good Daddy. I know you
will. You take care of me. Always took care of me." He
pulled back and grinned as he looked Spike over.

"Wearing my clothes again. You look so cute. Have to
have you do that more often, you're swimming in
them."

"Didn't have much choice..." Spike chuckled his eyes
drifting shut. "Had to go find your arse in a hurry and
you owe me for a pair of silver tab 501's. Tore off all
the bleeding buttons."

"Yeah was in a sort of hurry wasn't I? Don't worry I'll
buy you anything you need."

He sighed smiling to himself. "Don't know if I will
make a good daddy or not. Guess we'll see though."

Angel pushed Spike back enough to open the cupboard
take out a mug, then fill it. Putting it in the microwave
he hit the start button. A few moments later the
microwave dings and he took out the mug handing it to
Spike.

"Here drink, you need to eat."

"Thanks, mate." He took the mug and for the first time
today it didn't make him nauseous to smell blood. He
greedily gulped down the blood and grinned at Angel
wiping his mouth. "Can I get some more---daddy?"
Spike snickers.

Angel rolled his eyes, but filled the mug again and puts
it in the microwave. "Anything for you 'baby'." When
the microwave dings he takes the mug out and hands it
to Spike. Greedily drinking the second mug Spike sat
the empty mug in the sink with a yawn.

"What was that about a warm bath, mate?"

"I'm going to give you one come on." Angel replied as
he held out his hand.

***

Reaching out Spike took Angel's hand in his. "Are you
going to be in the bath tub with me, pet?"

Angel chuckled as he moved into the bathroom---
letting Spike's hand go as he sat down on the edge of
the tub. Turning on the water he put the plug into the
drain. "No, I was going to wash you. It's safer that way
anyway. Come on get undressed."

Snorting Spike stripped off his tee-shirt, then kicked
off his boots. Turning to Angel he began swaying his
hips as he stripped off his jeans---one button at a time-
--his eyes glittering with a lustful spark.

Angel coughed looking into the water, then muttered.
"If I can't see you, you can't effect me."

A soft chuckle drifted across the room. Spike stepped
up closer, dropped his jeans, and then straddled Angel's
lap. "You know, peaches..." he whispered in Angel's
ear, "...hormones make a body horny."

Shivering one of Angel's hands gripped the edge of the
tub tighter as he tried to keep himself under control. He
used his other hand to grab Spike around the waist,
turned, and deposited him into the water. "There now
how's that?" He grinned totally ignoring the last few
seconds as if they had never occurred.

Spike pushed his lower lip out glaring at Angel. "I
thought you loved me, peaches?"

"I do." Angel replied as he unbuttoned his shirt slipping
it off. It was silk and he definitely didn't want it to get
wet. He knelt and picked up the large pitcher filling it
with warm water. "Head back let me get your hair."

Sighing Spike laid back in the tub his eyes closing in
resolve. "I suppose this means no sex later..."

Angel hummed ignoring the subject totally. He didn't
want to stress Spike out or be screamed at, but frankly
his baby was inside Spike and he just wasn't comfort-
able with shoving his...well his...yeah he just wasn't
going, too. Picking up the shampoo he started to lather
Spike's hair---scrubbing his nails over his scalp.

Moaning softly at the feel of Angel's fingers massaging
his scalp Spike relaxed letting his body sink into the
warm water. "Feels bloody good, pet." He moaned
softly again.

Angel closed his eyes and started digging up the
memory of every nasty murder he had ever committed
while he scrubbed. It worked for now and he grinned.
Who knew those would ever come in handy, he
thought. Picking up the water pitcher he rinsed out
Spike's hair, then he grabbed the conditioner and ran it
through his damp strands. With a sigh he grabbed the
sponge pouring body wash on it.

"Sit up so I can scrub you."

"Come on now, luv. Don't be so harsh...come on in the
waters fine. Ain't like we never shared a tub before now
is it." Spike pulled up into a sitting position with a soft
whimper.

"I told you Will. This is for you. It's easier for me to
wash you from out here. Now just enjoy it, for me,
please." Angel started to run the sponge down Spike's
back.

Shoulders slumping in disappointment Spike let out a
half choked sob. "I'd enjoy it more if..." he sighed
loudly, "...I understand though, peaches. Didn't mean a
bit to you...just...just a one night thing..." tears welled
up over his lashes.

Angel sighed rolling his eyes, then looked at Spike.
"What are you going on about? I'm washing you for
god's sake. If it was just a fuck you wouldn't even be
here. Will you please calm down."

"Never mind..." Spike wiped at his eyes, "...just this
whole thing is rattling my bloody cage something
awful. Forget I said anything." Spike's shoulders began
to tremble as he leaned forward his head resting on his
up drawn knees.

Lifting the sponge Angel looked at Spike, the position
he'd put himself in made it hard for Angel to wash
anything. "Spike you have to relax if I'm going to wash
you."

He waited and Spike didn't move, waited some more---
nothing. That wall he built---the one that was for
Spike's tantrums so he could be firm---crashed down.
He dropped the sponge stood, then started to take off
his pants muttering under his breath. "Stupid self-
control, stupid wall, stupid guilt, stupid spoiling urge,
stupid, stupid."

Spike looked up with huge wet eyes at Angel and a sad
smile curled his lips. "You don't have to be with
me...just thought...never mind. I'm a pain in the arse I
know. This wasn't a good idea...can bath myself..." his
voice trailed off as he stood up the water cascading
down his body.

Holding up his hands Angel's pants fell to pool around
his ankles. "No, no. I want to, baby I want to. Please
just sit back down. I'll get in, it's no big deal I promise.
Please."

Blinking at Angel with a confused expression on his
face Spike stood there without moving and his hand
settled on his stomach. "Something..." he mumbled,
then winced in pain. Bracing his hand against the wall
he let out a gasp. "Angel...can feel it...growing..."

Angel shuffled forward his pants still around his ankles.
Pressing  his hands on either side of Spike's body he
started questioning his childe. "You okay? Want
anything? Need anything? Just tell me."

Spike laughed and looked up at the panicked
expression on Angel's face. He reached out to Angel
and smiled wide. "I can bloody well feel little bit
growing. Is that normal, pet?"

Glancing at Spike's tummy Angel shook his head. "I
don't think so. That baby is the only living thing about
you right now. I imagine you should feel everything.
Does it hurt?"

"A bit..." Spike grabbed Angel's hand drawing it to his
stomach. "Can you feel it? So strange..." Spike began to
sway as his eyes fluttering shut. "Like when...when I
got my soul back...it burns..."

Angel hurriedly stepped out of his pants and pulled
Spike against him---his hand rubbing at his tummy
softly. "It's okay I got you." He could feel the move-
ment and the stretching. It was odd but also beautiful.
"I won't let anything happen to you, I'll take care of
you."

Looking up at Angel Spike smiled. "I know...you
always did you ponce. Always knew what was best for
me. Please..." he whispered the last word. "Want you to
be here with me...wash the little bit..."

"Okay, just let me get in." Angel moved into the bath.
"Want to sit or want me to run the shower?"

"Sit...want you to hold us, luv. I'm so hot right
now...feels like a fire in my bloody gut." Spike
whimpered softly.

Angel sat then slowly bringing Spike down in-between
his legs. Pulling him tight against his chest he picked
up the sponge and started running it over Spike's chest
to his tummy. His mouth placing tiny kisses on Spike's
burning hot cheek. "I'm here, going to take care of you.
Won't let anything happen to you or the baby. I love
you both so much."

"Do you?" Spike whispered as he relaxed in his sire's
arms. "Thought you hated me...didn't want me any
more." Tears fell down his face as he cursed himself for
a simpering sod. "I'm sorry, pet. Never meant to hurt
you...just wanted to feel you again."

Angel tilted Spike's face kissing away the tears. "I love
you just fine. I don't hate you, you just piss me off. I
know you're smart. But then you do things that make
me wonder. I don't like to wonder about something I'm
certain of. I didn't turn an idiot.  I know you wanted me,
I get that. I know it's my fault for being such an asshole
to you. Not giving you any of my affection so that's not
your fault Will that's mine."

Spike sighed at the brush of Angel's lips and at his even
sweeter words. He takes an unneeded breath  and opens
his eyes. "Angel...I want...I want..." his words caught in
his throat.

"What, tell me what do you want?"

"I..." Spike turned away from Angel embarrassed by
the way he felt. Like a bloody virgin school girl. "I
want you to make love too me." He whispered softly.

Angel swallowed, then swallowed harder. He ran so
many reasons in his head, so many ways to try to say
no without setting a bomb off, but every idea just
sounded worse and worse. So he whispered. "You're
tired baby. You've had a long day. I don't want to over
exert you."

Sighing softly Spike laid his head back against Angel's
shoulder. "Guess you're right...I just...I hoped that
maybe..." Spike's voice trailed off as his hand stroked
Angel's thigh.

Angel's cock starts to rise and he bitched at it silently in
his head. 'No cock, bad cock, down boy. No...no having
the sex with the pregnant childe, that's wrong even for
you. Down...oh, God...please.'  Angel shifted back
slightly and picked up the pitcher rinsing off the soap
bubbles.

"Water's getting cold we need to get you out of here."

"Yes, sire." Spike's voice was smooth as silk as he drew
himself to his feet. As he stepped from the tub he
turned giving Angel a glimpse of his cock---smooth
and hard as marble---before he grabbed the towel and
wrapped it around his hips.

Angel groaned, standing quickly and grabbed a towel to
cover himself. "You hungry again? Want to eat before
bed?"

Spike shuddered at the glimpse of Angel's thick
beautiful cock. "Yes, sire." He turned and headed for
the kitchen grabbing another towel. Whistling softly he
began scrubbing his hair dry.

Following Angel walked around Spike. He knew what
would happen as soon as that towel pulled away from
Spike's head. If he didn't see it, then he had no reason
to hump pillows to death later. Opening the fridge he
poured a mug of blood and put it in the microwave.

"Ain't eating, luv." Spike slumped boneless in one of
the chairs. "When was the last time you ate?" He
lowered the damp towel to his shoulders. His usually
slicked back gelled hair was now a mass of wild loose
damp silvery-blonde curls. "Daddy needs to eat, too."

Angel laid his head against the fridge whimpering. He
pushed his nails against his palms as he tried to fight
the urges. All the nasty, dirty urges that raged from his
brain to his cock. He finally whispered when he felt
he'd gotten himself under control again.

"Will, please eat for me and I'll eat for you. Or I'll eat
then let you feed from me. I bet sire's blood would be
good for the baby."

Groaning Spike closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
He hadn't tasted his sire's blood in far too long. "God,
peaches..." he whimpered, "...I'll do whatever you think
best, luv."

"Good." Angel took the mug of blood chugging it
down, then he moved to the table. Kneeling down at
Spike's feet he tilted his neck to the side.

"Here. Come on---feed."

TBC