Title: Odd Fellows 2
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
 
Genre: smut
 
Characters: Spike/Angel, Wes/Gunn
 
Rating/Warnings: contains boy on boy sex and references to a sub/dom relationship.
 
Disclaimer: not mine, just borrowing.
 
Summary: Set after the events of "Kinks" (find here http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lilithbint&keyword=Kinks&filter=all ).
 Angel has invited Spike to share his penthouse.  By mutual agreement they are ignoring everything that happened at Desire and trying to develop a friendship.  How well that is going to work living at such close quarters when they are so different and still have so many unresolved feelings?
 
* * * * *
 
The day dragged on Angel, all he wanted to do was break out and return to the penthouse but Harmony had booked him a full day of meetings.  He tried to concentrate and at least give the impression he was paying attention.  Nobody called him on it so he figured he had gotten away with it.
 
Wesley and Gunn gave him a few strange looks but nothing was said.
 
It was Angel who backed out of Wesley's office in shock later in the day.  He had gone in to query something and Wesley had answered his questions without giving any clue to the fact that Gunn was kneeling under the desk.
 
Angel started to notice Wesley's body temperature rise and then got a scent of arousal that was not pouring off the ex-watcher.
 
"Don't look so confused Angel," Wesley smiled, "Gunn is just performing his duties for me."
 
Unable to resist Angel moved around the desk to see Gunn kneeling with Wesley's cock in his mouth.
 
He had watched them together at Desire but seeing it up close was more than he expected, "I'll come back when you're not busy," Angel backed away unable to tear his eyes from the scene.
 
Gunn had flushed with embarrassment but did not move from his position.  He was sucking on the head of Wesley's cock like it was a lollipop only his lips and mouth moving.
 
Wesley appeared unmoved by Angel's observation but Angel could smell the rise in his arousal with Angel's perusal and that just makes the dark vampire even more unnerved.
 
He backed away and shut the door behind him and vowed never to walk in without knocking again.
 
Finally the day was over and Angel hurried upstairs only to stop dead in his tracks when the lift doors opened.
 
When he had left in the morning the penthouse had still been smothered in the detritus of Spike's presence.  Now it was spotless with nothing out of place.  The cleaners were never as meticulous as the room appeared unless they were cleaning up after a massacre.
 
Angel moved quickly through the penthouse checking every room.  Nothing was out of place and there was no sign of Spike.  Angel flung open the door to Spike's room and found it just as empty as the rest of the penthouse.
 
Nothing even smelt of Spike, it was as if he had never been there.  Close to panic but not ready to admit his fear Angel came back into the living room trying to think why Spike would have gone. 
 
Normally if the blond had an issue he would storm right up to Angel and tell the other vampire in no uncertain terms what was wrong.  But Angel had not seen anything of Spike all day.  He had thought that the blond was simply recuperating but it appeared he had been packing.
 
Then Angel noted that Spike's game machine was still in front of the television just tidied away with the cables neatly coiled up.
 
Hurrying back to Spike's room Angel knelt and looked under the bed.  Sitting there was the box Spike had brought from his old apartment.  Giving into temptation Angel pulled the box out telling himself it was just to check Spike was okay.
 
Inside it looked like Spike had gathered a pile of junk.  There were pieces of broken jewellery and a hair comb, a handkerchief and pocket watch. 
 
The jewellery and comb Angel recognised as Drusilla's and the handkerchief had Darla's initials embroidered on it.  The watch was one Angelus had discarded as the chime annoyed him.
 
He didn't recognise the other bits and pieces but underneath was a collection of photographs and Angel realised he was prying into Spike's most intimate possessions.
 
It felt wrong but he could not put them down, looking at each one.  He didn't know what he had expected, he knew how loyal Spike was and how much people mattered to him but he tended to forget how sentimental the younger vampire got.
 
A lot of the photos were of Drusilla and Spike and Angel had to smile at the array of costumes Spike had worn through the years, because they were costumes Angel was beginning to understand.  Ways for Spike to blend in and lull people into seeing him as harmless.  Angel had to wonder when it had stopped and the leather jacket became his second skin.
 
A number were of Angel which did surprise him.  After a rocky start when Spike was first turned the four of them had settled into an easy relationship and Angel had known Spike had felt some affection for him.  The greeting at the school in Sunnydale had not been feigned, Spike had been glad to see him but he had taken care of that quickly enough.
 
And Angelus' insane return had cemented the distrust and dislike in the blond so Angel was surprised that Spike had kept his pictures.  They were taken over a number of years some even from L.A adding to Angel's confusion.
 
Right at the bottom Angel found a few photos of Buffy and her friends obviously stolen from family albums as they were of them all from younger happier times.
 
Underneath them Angel found a very old sepia toned picture that totally flummoxed him.  It was obviously a well treasured picture repaired carefully several times and looked at often.  One of the few photos Angelus had submitted for willingly rather than at Darla's command he was smiling and relaxed.
 
Why Spike had kept that so carefully after all these years confused Angel but gave him some hope that they could work things out between them.
 
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" an angry voice demanded from the doorway.
 
Startled Angel leapt to his feet scattering the contents of the box on the floor.
 
"I was just... I thought..." Angel stuttered as he attempted to gather up the bits and pieces, "you weren't here."
 
"So you thought you would just go rummaging through my things for a laugh," Spike growled and pushed Angel out of the way, "this is my stuff you had no right."
 
"I'm sorry," Angel tried to calm the angry blond, "I thought you had gone, everything was tidy and clean," he tried to explain.
 
"Just get the hell out," Spike ordered as embarrassed as he was angry.
 
Angel backed out of the room and headed dejectedly to the living room where he found several bags of groceries and replacement blood which only added to his discomfort.
 
He was used to Spike being Spike, brash and uncaring about conventions and he forgot how thoughtful the younger vampire could be when he liked someone.  And Angel really hoped that Spike liked him.
 
He had been so worried that Spike had not liked what had happened between them and had left or worse was at a pub somewhere telling everyone what a poof he was.
 
Now he had managed to fuck up the tentative truce between them through his own distrust and curiosity and he hoped he knew how to fix things.
 
* * * * *
 
Spike gathered up his memories and put them carefully back into the box sorting them automatically as he did so.  Each piece each picture evoked memories for him.  Some were good memories even with his soul chastising him, others were bad but necessary for who he was now.
 
He really wished he had a bottle of whiskey as the bad sad memories swept over him again.  When he had first got his soul back there had been nothing to protect him from the shame and grief of his past.  It was the first and only time the box had dragged him back to happier times.
 
He was embarrassed that Angel had seen his dependency on his memories and how many of those memories were of Angelus.  He didn't want Angelus back hell he would be happy if the psychotic soulless one never returned but he had liked the creature he had become under Angelus' tutelage despite the guilt he now felt.
 
He had become strong and confident unafraid of anything but being alone in the time the four of them had travelled together.  The last thing he wanted to do reveal his weakness and his need to Angel.
 
The Angel he had spent time with at Desire might have understood and not used it against him but he was unsure of the CEO of Wolfram & Hart.
 
He wanted to trust Angel but their history was so fraught he didn't know if he could or if Angel could ever really trust him.
 
* * * * *
 
Spike finally returned to the living room still unsure about what would happen next.  He expected Angel would want to talk about what was in the box.
 
He didn't expect to find Angel kneeling in the centre of the room naked and holding a cat-o-nine-tails.
 
"I'm sorry Spike," Angel kept his head bowed and presented the whip to the stunned blond.
 
"What?" Spike asked trying to assimilate the scene.
 
"I keep failing to trust you Spike," Angel explained looking up at Spike, "and then I broke your trust by going through your things and I'm sorry.  I want... I need..." Angel struggled to explain what he meant when he didn't really understand it himself.
 
"You want me to punish you for looking at my pictures?" Spike looked at Angel blankly.
 
"And for not trusting you," Angel added, "if you want to..." he dropped his head again in embarrassment.
 
Spike took the whip from Angel still stunned by Angel's offer. 
 
"Get up," he ordered Angel sternly.
 
Angel climbed to his feet uncertain of Spike's intentions.
 
"Go into your room and wait for me on the bed," Spike directed.
 
Angel hastened to obey his body quivering with desire and nerves.
 
Spike watched him go fingering the whip thoughtfully.  As he did so he realised he didn't want to make Angel bleed he wanted to make Angel moan with pleasure again.
 
He got himself organised and headed for Angel's bedroom.
 
Angel had stood uncertainly in his room for a moment not sure what Spike had meant by wait on the bed.
 
He lay down on his back to start with but that felt wrong and he rolled onto his side but that made him feel stupid so then he got onto his hands and knees but that felt even worse.  In the end he settled on sitting on the edge of the bed to wait.
 
Spike did not keep him waiting long, striding into the room carrying the whip.  Without speaking to Angel Spike went to his wardrobe and picked out a handful of ties and removed shoelaces from a pair of his shoes.
 
Angel watched Spike's preparations with trepidation.  He had asked for punishment without really considering how Spike would react.  He didn't really want to be beaten but if that was what it took he hoped he could still take it.
 
"Lie down," Spike told Angel gruffly, "on your back."
 
Angel complied and Spike quickly tied his unresisting hands to the headrest on the bed.
 
Angel lay watching as Spike went back and picked up the whip.  Bringing it back Spike dragged the strands along Angel's chest watching him flinch before tossing it away.
 
Angel looked at Spike in surprise and the blond smirked, "not going to cause you pain but I am going to punish you," he reached down and stroked Angel's cock, when it was hard he wrapped a shoelace around the shaft and balls tying it tight.
 
Angel hissed as his balls were separated and pulled down but his cock didn't seem to mind.  He knew he could break the ties easily if he wanted to but he wanted to give this time to Spike and he was getting quite curious about Spike's intentions, not to mention aroused.
 
"You're not going to cum until I decide you can," Spike tied a final knot in the shoelace and sat back to admire his work.  Angel's cock was rigid and flat against his belly; his balls were heavy and stretched presented for Spike's pleasure.
 
"Last time you were blindfolded and didn't know it was me, this time I want you fully aware that it is me here doing this to you," Spike looked intently at Angel.
 
Angel's eyes were dilated with need as Spike set about repeating what he had done to the dark vampire that first time at Desire.
 
He didn't have a feather and couldn't be bothered with the ice so went straight the touch.
 
Spike ran his fingers gently across Angel's face mapping the features completely this time.  Unencumbered by a blindfold this time he was able to trace Angel's eyebrows and nose before trailing his hands down to the neck and throat.
 
He was able to watch the softness in Angel's expression, the slowly developing need and desire that dilated the pupils and soothed the lines of worry away.
 
And Angel was able to see the wonder and reverence in Spike's face mirrored in his touch.
 
Touch that now moved down his body across his chest, pausing to scrape fingernails lightly across his nipples making them stiffen.  Tracing down his ribs just on the border of being ticklish but only enough to send shivers across his skin that followed every touch.
 
The touches bypassed his aching cock that tried to thicken against the restraints of the shoelace desperate for more contact.
 
Spike's hands ran down his inner thighs kneading the tense muscles almost enough to relax him until they moved behind his knees finding sensitive spots he did not even know he existed.
 
Spike watched a myriad of expressions dance across Angel's face revealing everywhere that felt good being touched.  He filed away the expressions for when he was alone and needing relief.
 
Angel's cock was a deep red colour and twitched slightly as he continued his caress. 
 
Even though Angel could break out of the ties anytime he wanted knowing that he wouldn't was an incredible turn on for Spike.  Knowing that Angel was willing to trust him for the first time in many years was overwhelming and as much as he enjoyed torturing the elder vampire he didn't want to ruin that.
 
He had something else in mind to make them both feel good and complete Angel's punishment.
 
Reaching into Angel's bedside table for the lube he knew would be there Spike slicked up Angel's cock enjoying the small moans this elicited from Angel.
 
Angel was even more confused by Spike's behaviour now but the feel of the blond's cool hands on his neglected dick was too good to complain about. 
 
He had been watching Spike's every move as turned on by that as by the actual touch but now he let his head fall back with a groan.
 
His head came back up in shock when Spike straddled his hips and his cock was positioned to enter Spike.
 
"Shut up," Spike cautioned when he saw Angel's mouth open, "just lay back and enjoy okay."  He leant forward and kissed Angel before letting the shaft push past the first ring of muscle.
 
It wasn't the first time he had taken a cock but it was the first time with Angel and he wanted to enjoy every moment from that first burn to the deep fullness that stimulated his prostate with every stroke.
 
Angel couldn't believe the feeling of slowly being enveloped by Spike sheathed in his silky tightness.  He wanted to howl his pleasure and thrust up deeper into Spike but the blond pinned him in place.
 
Spike slowly seated himself on Angel letting his body adjust to the intrusion.  Once his muscles relaxed Spike shifted slightly until the head of Angel's cock brushed against his prostate.
 
Then, bracing his hands on Angel's shoulders, Spike began to move taking more of Angel inside and hitting his pleasure spot with every stroke.
 
Angel held onto the ties that bound him to the bed.  A part of him wanted to break the ties and ride Spike hard, another part of him was loving the passive nature of his role and being able to see every ripple of pleasure that softened Spike's features.
 
The pressure on his cock was painful and he could only hope that Spike would let him cum before something fell off.  But it still felt incredibly good especially when Spike sheathed him completely with slick tight muscles.
 
Finding his rhythm and balance Spike turned his attention to his own neglected cock letting it push through his fist in time with his movements over Angel.
 
It had been too long and the sensations were too intense for Spike to last long.  With Angel's cock hitting his prostate every time Spike could feel his orgasm bubbling up inside his balls.
 
Angel shuddered as Spike's muscles contracted around his shaft and his chest was covered with warm cum.
 
After a moment to regain his composure Spike leant back and released Angel's cock and balls from their restraints.
 
Angel sighed with pleasure at the freeing of pressure and softened slightly.  But as soon as Spike began to move again Angel was fully erect.  He lifted his knees up to give Spike something to balance on and it didn't take long for him to fill Spike's passage with his own warm release.
 
Spike let himself slump down on top of Angel keeping the softening cock inside as long as possible.  When Angel finally slid free Spike reached up and released the dark vampire's hands.
 
Angel let his arms fall down over Spike's back holding the blond in place.
 
"Thank you," Angel murmured into Spike's hair.
 
"If you say you're sorry again I'll tie you to the bed again and leave you there," Spike threatened sleepily.
 
Angel laughed softly and tightened his grip on Spike.
 
"Gonna have to let me go soon mate," Spike grinned, "or we could be stuck like this permanent."
 
"That wouldn't be so bad," Angel countered and then grimaced as Spike peeled off his chest with a smirk, "fine," Angel flipped Spike onto his side and spooned up behind him.
 
Spike was too tired to protest and if he was to admit it there was nowhere he would rather be.
 
Sleep came surprisingly easy for them both but when Angel awoke he was alone.
 
A momentary panic and then Angel could here the shower running and enthusiastic singing from the bathroom.
 
It was a surprisingly domestic sound and Angel felt warm and content.  This was what he had been longing for when he first asked Spike to move into the penthouse, the sounds of another being nearby.
 
He stayed in bed until the dried cum crusted on his chest got too much for him and he reluctantly got up.
 
Spike exited the shower and Angel headed in.  There was a brief moment of contact between them as they passed.  An automatic reaching out of two in brief harmony.
 
Angel stumbled over a discarded towel on the floor of the bathroom and kicked it aside still in a good mood from the previous evening but when he got into the shower and realised Spike had used up all his body wash...
 
"Spike!" Angel's aggrieved tones bellowed through the penthouse.  Head upside down towelling his hair dry Spike did not hear the yell or the following ones.
 
The dripping wet naked and annoyed vampire standing in his doorway was harder to miss.
 
"What are you doing?" Spike asked.
 
"Someone used up my body wash and when I went to get some more I discovered there were no dry towels left," Angel growled.
 
Spike hid his grin at how much Angel resembled a big wet cat glaring at him from under wet floppy hair.
 
"You'll catch your death standing around like that," Spike scolded roughly drying Angel off with his spare towel.
 
"I'm already dead," Angel growled quickly being distracted from his annoyance by the attention Spike was paying to his body.
 
Spike smirked at how easily Angel was distracted and tossed the towel over Angel's head.
 
"Hey," Angel objected as Spike tousled his hair dry.  He pulled the towel away to catch the smirk on Spike's face, "distraction won't work," Angel scolded.
 
"Really?" Spike raised an eyebrow at the challenge.
 
"Spike," Angel warned as the blond advanced on him.
 
Spike tilted his head to one side and brought out the big guns, "have I ever told you how much I love your eyes," he smiled winsomely.
 
"Spike," Angel warned again melting into the blue gaze, "just tell me next time."
 
Spike grinned in triumph and Angel realised he had been had again.
 
Angel growled but without heat.  Things with Spike would always be interesting at least and he couldn't resist having that charm turned on him for a change.
 
Spike's smile widened into a genuine one at the sappy look on Angel's face.  It was a look he never expected to have turned on him and even though he enjoyed teasing the dark vampire it was looks like that he really wanted.
 
Maybe things could work out after all...