Meanwhile in Italy 3
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS AU
 
Genre: comedy and slash
 
Warnings/Rating: PG13 for no other reason than I'm thinking of the children.
 
Characters: Spike/Angel, ensemble, OC's
 
Disclaimer: if I owned them I would also own a flash house in Los Angeles with a cute pool boy and an even cuter gardener.
 
Summary: Sequel to Almost Famous http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lilithbint&keyword=Almost+Famous&filter=all , straight after Angel tells everyone he and Spike are a couple.  An urgent call comes in from the Council of Watchers demanding they remove certain vampires from Italy where they are causing havoc with the local slayers.
Other Parts Here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lilithbint&keyword=Meanwhile+in+Italy&filter=all
For my day at spring_spangel and for the tamingthemuse prompt Asylum.
 
* * * * *
 
They managed a shower and some blood before somebody pounded on their door.  Wincing painfully Spike went and opened it revealing a panicked Dawn who ran inside looking around frantically.
 
"Do you know where Giles is?" she said.
 
"Haven't seen him since dinner," Spike replied.
 
"What's wrong?" Angel asked wiping the last of the hair gel off his hands as he left the bathroom.
 
"Giles didn't come to work this morning, he's not at his flat, he's not answering his phone and someone at the council called Buffy and told her what happened so she's flying in this afternoon," Dawn said without taking a breath.
 
"Buffy." Both vampires said in horror.
 
"We should find Giles," Spike said.
 
"Yes," Angel said eagerly, "and we should go now."
 
"It's daylight outside," Dawn reminded them.
 
"We can get a car from Wolfram & Hart," Angel said.
 
"How will you find him?" Dawn said.
 
"Wolfram & Hart have magic users, we'll put a trace on him, find him and send him home," Angel said as he started packing his suitcase.
 
"Then we should really be getting back to L.A," Spike added throwing his own clothes into a duffle bag.
 
"You're afraid of Buffy," Dawn accused.
 
"We just think it would be a good idea if we didn't run into her at this point," Angel said.
 
"Not while she thinks we nicked her watcher," Spike said.
 
"And finds out you two are doing the beast with two backs," Dawn said with a grin.
 
"Dawn," Spike said in shock, "what sort of language is that?"
 
"The sort you taught me."
 
"Okay then, just checking."
 
"I'm coming with," Dawn said.
 
"No you're not," Angel said.
 
"Somebody needs to distract Buffy and you're just the girl for the job," Spike smiled winsomely at Dawn.
 
"Sure, throw me to the wolves," Dawn groused.
 
Angel grabbed the phone and rang reception to tell them they were checking out and then dialled for a car as Spike finished packing.
 
"Spike did you get the stuff out of the bathroom?" Angel said as he hung up.
 
"Yep," Spike said returning to the room with an armful of soaps, shampoos and bathrobes.
 
"Our stuff," Angel said.
 
"Of course," Spike said offended, "you're nearly out of gel by the way."
 
"I wouldn't be if you didn't keep using it," Angel grumbled, "I bought you your own as well you know."
 
"Yours is better," Spike said.  "What?" he said to Dawn who was giggling.
 
"You argue like Buffy and I do," she said, "or like an old married couple."
 
"You take that back," Spike said.
 
"Won't," she said screaming as Spike grabbed her and started tickling her.  "Uncle," she gasped, "alright you don't argue like Buffy and I do."
 
Spike let her up and then hugged her tight.  "I missed you Bit," he said.
 
"This time stay in touch," she said hugging him back, "both of you," she added to Angel who was hovering at the door.
 
"We will," Angel said, "now we've got to go.  Vivian of the firm's London branch is going to have the mages waiting for us.  The car's picking us up from the basement."
 
Spike slung an arm around Dawn as they headed out leaving Angel to carry the bags.
 
* * * * *
 
Four hours later they were in a Wolfram & Hart car heading out of London still dazed from their encounter with Vivian.  Who knew that under the tweed and pulled back hair lurked another Illona, right down to the impressive breasts.
 
Fortunately they had a lead on two magical signatures that matched Giles and Ethan heading for Cornwall and neither wanted to query just how Wolfram & Hart had those signatures.  Vivian had given them a tracker for Giles and it seemed to indicate the two men had stopped moving.
 
Spike was twitching without a cigarette to calm his nerves (thanks to Angel refusing to let him smoke in the car) and Angel was gripping the seatbelt for dear life (thanks to giving in to Spike's demands to drive).
 
It was silent in the car since they couldn't decide on a radio station that didn't offend one of them and Angel had accidentally lost Spike's I-Pod.  They had never really talked a lot about Buffy after the whole who loved her most argument not long after Spike's return.  After all the intensity of their feelings it was a bit anti-climatic that now the major reason they didn't want to see her was that it would cause a scene and possibly upset the other.  Not that either was going to admit that.
 
Angel's stress levels were rapidly increasing under Spike's driving and his carefully arranged hair was at risk from a nervous hand clutch at any moment.
 
"Spike could you take it easy," Angel finally said as they careered over the centreline again.
 
"I know what I'm doing," Spike said glaring at Angel.
 
"It would help if you kept your eyes on the road and your hands on the steering wheel." Angel grabbed onto his seatbelt.
 
"Don't be such a pussy," Spike said grinning, "we're vampires remember, it can't kill us."
 
"But we could kill someone," Angel said.
 
Spike sighed but turned his attention back to the road just in time to see something leap onto the road.  "Fuck." Spike pulled hard on the wheel to avoid the obstacle.
 
The car teetered on two wheels and then rolled over sliding along the road on its roof sparks flying into the air with a dramatic screech of metal.  It came to a spinning halt in front of the jackrabbit sitting in the road.
 
There was silence for a moment then the rabbit calmly hopped away and the air was coloured purple with swearing from inside the car.
 
Spike wiggled out of the side window and staggered around to the other side of the car to help the cursing Angel out.
 
"This is just great," Angel said with a growl, "now what the hell do we do?"
 
"Lift the car back onto its wheels, see if it still goes," Spike said trying to brush Angel down and get the broken glass out of his clothes, "it could be fine."
 
"You flipped it onto its roof, how could it be fine?"
 
"You never know, come on," Spike said.
 
Angel growled again and moved over to the car.  Between them they managed to lever the car back over with a loud crunch of metal.  They heard the sound of hissing and watched two tyres deflate and the radiator spew steam.
 
"Okay so that looks terminal," Spike said.
 
"What the hell do we do know smart guy?" Angel said.
 
"Hitch a ride to the nearest town and call Wolfram & Hart to send another car."
 
"This trip is going to totally blow my expense account," Angel said.
 
"You're the CEO," Spike looked at him sideways, "you shouldn't have a limit."
 
"Well I do," Angel said.  "You need to get our bags out in case it explodes," he added looking at the car.
 
"Me, why me?"
 
"It won't matter if your clothes are ruined."
 
"Won't matter to you maybe," Spike said, "I happen to like my clothes."
 
"How can you tell?  Everything looks the same."
 
"Saves with the laundry.  Some of us don't have CEO salaries to replace clothes all the time."
 
"Some of us are just more careful with our belongings."
 
"By getting others to do their dirty work."
 
While they were arguing a large tour bus pulled up beside them.  The door hissed open and a voice came from the driver's seat, "you folks alright?"
 
They both turned in surprise which turned to horror when a hubbub started up inside the bus.
 
"Fancy you boys being on your way to Cornwall too," Maud's voice drifted down the bus.
 
"What a wonderful coincidence," Gladys could be heard as well, "first we pick up Dawn and now you, this trip is going to be such fun."
 
"Well hop on board boys," Maud said as they shook off the initial shock.
 
Angel could tell by Spike's considering look that he was estimating how far they could run ahead of the bus.  He shook his head briefly in warning.
 
"I'll get our bags then," Spike said.
 
"I'll help," Angel said suddenly not caring about the state of his clothes.  "It's no good," he whispered to Spike as they forced the boot open, "they've got our scent now."
 
Spike sighed and trudged towards the bus and into the terrifying embrace of Soul Rights.
 
Inside they found the twenty members of the group and a very sheepish looking Dawn.
 
"Buffy was really pissed," Dawn whispered as they sat down, "I distracted her and went to warn the ladies.  They were going on a bus tour so I thought it would be a good idea to make myself scarce before Buffy came back from her wild goose chase.  I'll go back when she's had a chance to calm down."
 
"Bad?" Spike whispered back.
 
"She didn't know who to be angriest with which is why I managed to escape without her asking what I was doing there," Dawn admitted.
 
The bus carried on while Angel rang and told Wolfram & Hart where to find the damaged car.  Spike obsessively checked the tracker to see if the bus was veering off their path giving them an excuse to leave. 
 
"What's that?" Dawn asked pointing to the tracker.
 
"It's like a magic GPS tracking device.  Ethan seems to have taken Giles to Cornwall," Spike said.
 
"Cornwall sound just wonderful," Maud said turning around in her seat, "we decided to take the Arthurian tour first.  It's all so terribly romantic."
 
"Reggie booked us through Demon tours," Gladys added, "They have these wonderful necro temperature buses and a full itinerary of quaint B & B's that understand our dietary needs."
 
"And we got a discount because they recognised us from the Soul Rights campaign," Maud said triumphantly as her needles flew.
 
"Now where were we?" Gladys asked the bus at large.
 
"Summer Holiday," somebody said.
 
"Wonderful," Maud beamed, "Dave if you'd like to lead off again."
 
To Spike's horror the bus erupted into a rendition of the Cliff Richard song.
 
Two hours later they skirted the edge of the moor.  Spike's eyes were glazed over and Angel was staring longingly at the wide empty space the bus was passing imagining the peace and sanctuary the moors would grant him.
 
The other bus passengers had worked their way through the entire back catalogue of Cliff Richard tunes and moved onto the Beach Boys at which point Angel had watched Spike's mind shut down in self defence.
 
Finally the singing had stopped but in the lull conversations had started up and somehow these were worse.  The sounds of mundane life washed over them making Angel question his sanity at actually wanting humanity. 
 
It had been his dream for so long he had happily ignored the reality of how ordinary life really was.  Liam had fought against normality and the biggest part of Darla's allure was her promise to rescue him from that.  While he hated what he had done as Angelus at least now his life was not ordinary and definitely not dull.
 
Angel nudged Spike trying to bring the other vampire back to him.  Spike edged closer to Angel one hand slipping into Angel's pocket, the closest Spike would get to holding hands in public.
 
Angel fished out the tracker again hoping that the bus would have turned off the trail but it was as if the bus had its own tracking device pulling them towards Giles and Ethan with the whole of Soul Rights.
 
Angel would have taken great pleasure descending on Giles and Ethan with the whole bus to teach the mage a lesson if he didn't suspect Spike would crack before then and then who would stop him from staking them?  Even if it was like being an inmate on day release from an asylum.
 
The bus turned off the road and pulled up outside an old farmhouse as the sky started to lighten.
 
"I am sure they will have room for the two of you as well," Maud said confidently as everyone clambered out of the bus and stretched out the kinks.
 
A matronly looking woman bustled out of the farmhouse to welcome them.  She smiled wide and revealed more teeth than you would normally expect from a farmer's wife.
 
Maud bustled over to greet her and it was like watching two large sailing ships docking with each other.  Both faces fell as the conversation continued and they turned to face Angel and Spike.
 
"This could be it," Spike whispered to Angel, "we could be free soon."
 
Then both faces cleared and they were back to smiling at whatever suggestion had been made.
 
Maud returned to the two vampires who had been joined by a very sleepy Dawn.
 
"Dawn can bunk in with us without a problem," Maud said to Dawn's horror, "but unfortunately you boys will have to bunk down in the barn."
 
"That's alright," Angel said, "we can call for a new car and just wait in the bus."
 
"Don't be silly," Maud said, "you wouldn't be comfortable waiting there.  There are quarters in the barn that Millicent assures me are perfectly comfortable especially for vampires.  There are no windows which is why she didn't offer it to begin with.  It has a nice bed and Millicent will rustle up some blood for you before you get some sleep."
 
Spike and Angel found themselves swept along by Maud and Millicent as Gladys organised the others into the house.
 
The room in the barn was surprisingly nice.  It appeared to be a converted tack room and had a small bathroom tucked into one corner.  Millicent went into the barn and returned with a milk urn brimming with fresh blood from a donor cow.
 
"You two boys make yourselves comfortable and get some sleep," she said, "by what Maud had been telling me you've had a traumatic time," she tutted, "I'll wake you up in time for breakfast."
 
Then they were finally alone.  Spike collapsed onto the bed with a sigh.  "I'm going to kill Giles when I find him," he said to Angel, "then we can go home."
 
"Home sounds nice," Angel said sitting beside him.
 
"How far away is he?" Spike asked.
 
Angel peered at the tracker, "maybe fifty miles I think."
 
"So we buy, borrow or steal a car tomorrow night and find the bastard."
 
For once Angel didn't disagree or tell Spike off for suggesting grand theft auto.  "We should get some sleep," he said pouring some of the blood into mugs on the bedside table.
 
"After a shower," Spike said.
 
"We don't know how much hot water there is," Angel said.
 
"Then we should share to conserve," Spike said stripping off his tee shirt.
 
"Good idea," Angel said watching Spike hungrily.
 
Spike finished his mug of blood and held it out for another.  "Shouldn't let Millicent's hospitality go to waste."
 
Angel poured him another and started taking his own clothes off.  Spike found some towels and turned the shower on kicking his own boots and jeans off.
 
Angel's hunger quickly shifted from blood to something even more primal when those strong pale legs came into view and he caught a glimpse of the heavy balls hanging between them.
 
Spike heard the growl and turned around in time to see the hunger in Angel's eyes and the evidence of his appreciation rising out of the dark curls at his groin.
 
Spike grinned and backed into the shower showing Angel just how much Angel's appreciation affected him.  Angel growled again and followed Spike into the small shower.  He pushed the blond against the far wall and dropped to his knees to lick across the evidence of Spike's arousal.
 
No matter how many times he did this the thrill was still as great as the first time for Angel.  Kneeling in a submissive manner to Spike being able to see and smell the effect this had on the blond, hell the effect it had on him.  Then the power it gave him over Spike, the power to strike the irrepressible blond speechless to make him shake with need and not fear or anger.  This was a power he had never understood as Angelus the power of weakness.  And the power of sharing with someone who was his equal in everything although he still wasn't sure how that had happened.
 
But when he took Spike's cock into his mouth and saw the awe and love in the blue eyes despite everything that had been between them he was humbled and aroused beyond measure.  Spike's hands in his hair weren't about control but about keeping the water out of his eyes and the thought of the level of love that meant scared him enough to never be afraid of losing his soul.  Not because he couldn't be perfectly happy with Spike but because he was.  Both as demon and man he was happy and his soul didn't want to leave.
 
Spike could see a thousand thoughts racing through Angel's mind as he knelt there.  It sometimes terrified Spike how much he gave to Angel.  More even than he ever gave to Drusilla or Buffy, complete with the knowledge that Angel could destroy him utterly.  With Buffy he kept coming back no matter how much she knocked him down knowing her addiction was as strong as his was until that last moment because he knew that she couldn't love him the way he wanted her to. With Angel he didn't have that protection if Angel knocked him down now it would be with the full understanding of the love between them and Spike would not get up from that.
 
Finally however he was beginning to believe that Angel would not knock him down.  When he watched Angel kneel in front of him willingly to give him pleasure.  Not for some kinky sex kick although those were bloody good, but because Angel enjoyed giving him pleasure.  Nobody had ever enjoyed giving him pleasure before.  Dru had enjoyed giving him pain and he had thought that was pleasure until Buffy.  Until Buffy only took his pain and pleasure for her own need to feel.  When she had knelt before him it had felt amazing but she had only done it when he could not see her eyes.
 
Then all thought vanished when Angel swallowed all of Spike's cock and sucked in his cheeks for maximum contact.  Spike let go of Angel's hair and his hands slapped against the wall of the shower scrabbling for purchase as Angel attempted to suck his brains out through his cock.  Spike's eyes closed then flashed open again, the blond determined not to miss a moment of what Angel was doing.
 
Angel's hands were rolling his balls around and pressing against that spot just behind them which seemed connected to the spot inside him and he was gasping and babbling without any care for who might overhear.  Then he was cursing a blue streak when Angel's mouth was removed until a small bottle of shower gel was shoved into his hand as Angel shuffled them around.
 
"Want you to fuck me Spike, need you to claim me back again," Angel said one hand furiously pumping his own cock.
 
Once again Spike was struck speechless and he almost lost all his grace as he fumbled with the gel his eyes firmly fixed on the dark valley between Angel's buttocks.
 
Angel spread his legs as far as he could to get the angle right for Spike desperate to feel the younger vampire filling him up.  A slick blunt head pressed against his entrance and he relaxed to welcome it pushing back to take Spike in.
 
Spike's hands gripped hard on Angel's hips as he slid slowly inside.  It had been a frustrating couple of days without this much needed connection with Angel and he didn't think he was going to last long.  By the small sounds coming from Angel's throat and the tightness around his cock it didn't seem that Angel was going to last long either and that made up Spike's mind for him.
 
Pulling back so that only the head of his cock was still inside Angel Spike thrust back in again and then repeated the action.
 
The long pounding thrusts hit Angel's prostate every time and felt as good on the inward stroke as the outward.  One hand was holding his hip in a vice grip the other had a looser but no less determined grip on his cock.  All the tension of the past two days leached away with every pound of Spike's cock and Angel pushed back enthusiastically fucking himself into Spike's fist as he felt an orgasm bubbling in his tightening balls.
 
Spike felt the ripples of Angel's orgasm around his cock before he felt the sticky release on his fingers and the clenching around his shaft was all it took for him to follow Angel.
 
Panting they held their position until Angel's knees reminded him of their existence and Spike's softening cock slipped free.  Angel stood upright with a sigh and turned around to let Spike rest against his chest.  The rapidly chilling water reminded them they had a perfectly good bed waiting and they quickly finished washing and turned the shower off.
 
The small space was not useful for drying off so Angel moved into the bedroom with his towel leaving Spike the last of the warmth in the bathroom.  He had just finished pulling on sleep pants and started towelling off his hair when the door to the room was flung open and a small avenging angel crashed through.
 
"Where the hell is my sister and watcher?" Buffy demanded striding into the room, "what have you done with them?"
 
"Buffy," Angel said with surprise, "how did you find us?"
 
"Willow," Buffy replied angrily, "and don't avoid the question."
 
Before Angel could reply Spike walked in carefully knotting his towel around his waist.  Buffy was instantly distracted.  Her face softened briefly as she took in all of Spike then she strode over to him and punched him in the nose.
 
"What the hell?" Spike demanded feeling his bruised flesh.
 
"That's for not telling me you were alright," Buffy said.
 
Angel had stepped forward at the punch putting himself in range of Buffy's fist as well.  "What was that for?" Angel said in muffled complaint.
 
"That's for thinking once again that you knew what was best for me," she said.  "Now answer the question.  Where are Dawn and Giles?" she advanced on Angel threateningly.
 
"Dawn's in the farmhouse getting some sleep I expect," Spike said interrupting her advance and calling her attention back.  "Giles is about fifty miles from here most likely with Ethan.  What did you think we had done with them?"
 
"How the hell was I supposed to know?" Buffy said angrily.  "I get a hysterical call to tell me the two of you appeared at the Council headquarters with a bunch of demons and my sister.  You leave with Giles who never returns.  What was I supposed to think?"
 
"Could you have possibly asked first and punched later?" Angel asked with the hint of a glare.
 
"Not her style, remember," Spike said with a resigned tone.
 
"I forgot," Angel said with a wry grin.
 
"She's the slayer she's supposed to not trust us."
 
"Or Giles by the sounds of it.  He is a big boy you know."
 
Buffy watched the exchange with puzzlement and then what was in front of her started to sink in.  Angel and Spike were basically naked, there was only one bed that she could see, neither vampire was arguing with each other and neither had any hair products.  She tried to shake the image of both vampires sharing the one bed and hold onto her anger and fear for Dawn and Giles.
 
Before Buffy could say anything a crowd came pouring into the barn led by a very concerned Maud and Gladys.
 
"Is everything alright?" Gladys said looking at Buffy grimly reminding Spike and Angel that this woman had held a vampire to ransom with her knitting needles and made him turn Maud rather than let her die.
 
Buffy's slayer senses were going crazy but her eyes were telling her that little old ladies in pink dressing gowns with rollers in their hair couldn't be vampires. 
 
Dawn pushed through wearing pyjamas with ducks on them, "Buffy what are you doing here?"
 
"I came looking for you and Giles," Buffy said.
 
"I left you a note," Dawn said.
 
"Telling me that Spike and Angel would bring Giles back and not to worry," Buffy said with a frown.
 
"God we were lucky she didn't stake us immediately," Spike whispered to Angel.
 
Maud beamed at Buffy, "you're Dawn's big sister, well this is a treat.  It was wonderful to chat with Mr Giles but a comfy chat with the eldest slayer is so much more useful."
 
Before Buffy knew what was happening she had been surrounded by the others and ushered out of the barn leaving Spike and Angel alone.
 
"Do you think she realised what was going on between us?" Spike asked.
 
"I think it was beginning to sink in," Angel replied grabbing his phone.
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"Screw the expense account," Angel said, "I'm ordering a helicopter.  We'll leave the tracker for Buffy to find Giles with and get out of here before anyone else turns up."
 
"I knew I loved you for a reason," Spike said pulling on his jeans and stuffing everything back into his bag.
 
* * * * *
 
"Should we feel guilty about abandoning Buffy to Soul Rights?" Spike asked as the helicopter swept them away.
 
"Not one bit," Angel replied, "she brought it on herself by not trusting us again and it will do her good."
 
"You think Giles is alright?"
 
"I think Giles is a big boy and could do with a bit of loosening up and Ethan appeared to be just the man to do it."
 
"True enough, worked pretty well for you with me didn't it?"
 
"I didn't need that much loosening up," Angel said in outrage.
 
"True, I don't want you too loose," Spike said with a leer.
 
"Spike!"
 
"What?"
 
"Don't ever change."
 
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