TITLE: How it all began.
	SERIES: Sex and the City (of Angels)
	AUTHOR: Patricia R.D.
	E-MAIL: patricia_romero_1@ucab.edu.ve
	RATING: R.
	PAIRING: A/L/W, A/?, L/?, W/?. (Yes, I know)
	DATE: 05/30/2000.
	ARCHIVE: Angel Elders, AngelSlash, SpikeNAngekFic, UCSL, 
	Wolfram And Hart. Everyone else just ask first please. I 
	never say no (to this I mean).
	DISCLAIMER: They're not my characters. I don't treat them 
	as bad as Joss does.
	FEEDBACK: ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) 
	WARNINGS: I'm nuts.
	SUMMARY: Shortly after the events on Blind Date, Angel, 
	Wesley and Lindsey meet at bar.
	AUTHOR'S NOTES: Blind Date happened, but Lee didn't die 
	because I need him right now. (Not what you're thinking, 
	guys! I mean in the fic). Just imagine they kill some 
	anonymous lawyer that we didn't like. 
	DEDICATED TO: My sister Helena. Happy Birthday, luv! (When 
	it's your birthday anyway?)
	

	Let the wackiness begins.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Angel," Wesley said as he and his undead boss entered the 
Darkling . "This is not necessary. Really."

"Come on, Wesley. It's your birthday. The least we can do 
is 
buy you a beer."

"But..."

"Cordelia will call us if she has a vision. And we'll be in 
contact. And it's not like we're too far from the office."

Wesley had to agree. The Darkling was only three blocks 
away from the building housing Angel Investigations. And it 
seemed like a nice place, with its clean appearance, quiet 
un-bar like environment and...

"Is that Mr.. McDonald waving at us from that table?" the 
former Watcher asked. Angel nodded.

"That's Lindsey. I asked him to join us. I hope you don't 
mind."

Before Wesley could say anything about it, Angel was 
dragging him towards the table, the vampire's chocolate 
eyes mentally undressing the handsome lawyer.

"Hello, guys," Lindsey said. "I hope you don't mind but I 
already had a couple of beers."

"Then we'll have to catch up with you," Angel said taking a 
seat. Wesley sat down nervously beside the vampire.

"I'm not... good at drinking," the former watcher had to 
admit. Angel looked at him.

"It's okay. Only a few drinks then we'll head home, all 
right?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THREE BEERS, FIVE SCOTCH'S, ONE KAHLUA AND THREE TEQUILA 
SHOTS LATER...

"And den I shai sho shue me!" Lindsey finished his story, 
followed by a round of applause from the vampire and the 
Englishman.

"Way go, Lindshey," they said to him.

"tank u, me friensh, I'm a goo' lawya, ya know. Alwaysh win 
cashes, dive a goo' car, 'mani cloths..."

"An' pretty darn cloths!" said Angel, his right hand 
running up and down Lindsey's sleeve. The lawyer leered at 
him and smiled.

"Shank u," he said. wesley slammed his fist against the 
table, wincing a pain a second or so later.

"Me birdday boy! Look a me."

Both guys looked at Wesley.

"Sexhy," Lindsey blurred. "Tat's de ba thin. No time for 
sexchy men outta work."

"Same 'ere," Angel and Wesley said.

"Ah, cam on," Lindsey shook his head. "Two hotties as 
yourshelves?"

Angel nodded so hard, he almost hit the table with his 
forehead.

"Then let's mek a deal: Tomorrah we meet. I bring two 
buddies and you get me a hot buddy of yoursh. Wha u tink?"

Wesley and angel looked at each other. In normal 
circunstances they wouldn't even think about getting 
involved with two friends of Lindsey. They dealt with 
demons, monstares, vampires and all sorts of dark scary 
things that lurked in the darkness. But Lindsey's people, 
they were... lawyers. That was something else. In normal 
circunstances they would have said no.

In normal circunstances they wouldn't have been drunk and
desperate. So they say yes.

"Perfesh," Lindsey said leaving a few bills on the table. 
"See ya tomarra at eightish 'ere."

"See ya Lindshey," Angel said standing to help Wesley. The 
lawyer stood at the same time, shook hands with both of 
them and walked away, knocking down a couple of tables in 
the process.

"We don't know any sexchy men," Wesley said once Lindsey 
was out of earshot. angel looked at him. "We'll find 
shomone."

"And if we don't?"

Angel shrugged. "We'll grab the firsh demon we met on the 
shtreet and bring 'im along! He won't be worsh than two 
lawya."

"You haf a poin' 'ere."

"Don't I alwaysh?"

"No."

Angel hit Wesley in the arm. "Shut up. Didn't ash u."

And so angel and Wesley left the bar, thinking where the 
Hell could they find a 'sexchy man' for Lindsey.




Wesley looked at his watch and shifted nervously in the 
chair. Angel looked at him. "Relax, man. They're only ten 
minutes late."

"Angel, I think we should have called Mr. McDonald and tell 
him this was a bad idea."

"I couldn't do that, Wesley," the dark-haired vampire said. 
"I would have been an offense to Lindsey."

"We were drunk!"

"A drunken offense. Now sit back, relax and let's wait for 
them."

Wesley looked at the third... man on the table. He looked 
cool and calm, uncaring of the situation. Sensing the 
former watcher wanted to talk with angel alone, the third 
man stood and went to check out the jukebox. Once he was 
away, Wesley leaned forward to look at Angel.

"Of every man and demon you know on the face of the earth, 
did you have to bring *him?"

"First name that came to my mind," Angel shrugged. "Called 
him on the spot and next thing I know he was already 
knocking at a my door. I couldn't tell him no."

"Why can't you say no?"

"Look, there they are," Angel said standing up, glad to 
scape this conversation, Lindsey came to their table 
followed by two men in suits. One of them was thin and 
almost reptil-like, with fine features and elusive eyes. 
The other was tall dark and hadsome, Angel remembered as 
the guy that had mistaked him for some other lawyer.

*I want that one,* the vampire thought.

"Hello, guys," Lindsey said. "Allow me to inroduce you. 
Wesley, this is my partner Lee Mercer," Lindey waved to the 
thin man. "And the is Lewis Miller," He nodded towards the 
good-looking man at his right. The man looked at Lindsey.

"My name's Brett..."

"Hey! Let's keep the LM tradiction here," Lindsey warned 
Brett/Lewis. "Now, Angel. I believe there's someone you 
want to introduce me to."

Before Angel could answer, a hand pushed him away and a 
slender blond took his place.

"Nice to meet you Peaches," the blond said shaking 
Lindsey's hand. "My name's Spike."






"So," Lindsey said half an hour later, after the six *men* 
ordered beers and stared at each other for a while.

"So," Angel repeated, every once in a while looking at 
Brett/Lewis.

"So," Lee said too. Spike decided to say aloud what 
everybody else was thinking.

"Let's pay the check and go somewhere else, mate," his 
words were for Lindsey, but the message was obvious for 
everybody on the table: "It's shag time."

"Good idea," Angel said, leaving a few bills on the table. 
"We could meet again tomorrow night to... compare notes."

"Right," said Lindsey standing up. The rest of the guys 
soon followed. Spike passed an arm around Lindsey's 
shoulder and gave him a wicked grin.

"Let's go, mate. Bye, poof. Don't wait up... and I'm 
guesssing you won't." With those words the bleached vampire 
and the lawyer left.

If vampires could blushed, Angel would have been a deeper 
shade of scarlet right then.

"Shall we go too?" Brett/Lewis asked. One look at his 
perfectly sculpted face and Angel was smiling again. "Sure, 
call you tomorrow, Wesley?" Before waiting for an answer, 
Angel and Brett/Lewis walked side to side toward the door, 
with Angel ignoring Wesley's silent "Get me out of here!" 
beg.

With a sigh, Wesley looked at his companion for the night. 
Maybe if he had a few drinks before hand he could find Lee 
mildly attractive...

"I heard Faith kicked your ass too," the lawyer said 
suddenly. Only then Wesley realized the mild bruises on the 
lawyer's face.

"I see she... hit you too."

Lee nodded. "Damn right. Slayers are really strong, and 
smart too. ASt least for what I've read so far about them."

"You've read about slayers?" Wesley was suddenlly 
intrigued. 

"A little. I like to read about demons a lot too, I 
represent them, after all."

"Well, me being a former watcher myself I can brag of 
possessing a vast knowledge of almost every demon known to 
man..."

"Ever read about the Dramius?"

"You have the Dramius Books? Those texts were lost a few 
centuries ago."

"Wolfram and Hart found them not too long ago. They gave 
them to me as a Christmas bonus. Damn senior partners. I 
wanted a paid vacation to Rio."

"Perhaps you could... show them to me."

Lee smiled.

"Why not? I may show you a few other things in the process."

But Wesley was already thinking about the Dramius books, 
too excited about them to get Lee's hidden intentions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is your place?" Spike said taking off his duster and 
walking around the penthouse. "Man I used to live in a 
brick factory not as big as this... until the damn watcher 
burned it to the ground. Angelus' fault."

"Yeah, I heard Angelus was one hell of a Vamp," Lindsey 
said from the bar.

"Yep. Killing, maiming, and torturing. He used to tie me 
up to the bed and let hot candle wax fall on my chest... 
Bloody Hell I miss badass Angel sometimes!"

"I can tell."

Lindsey sat on the couch and Spike did the same, accepting 
the whiskey the lawyer had prepared for him.

"So, law-boy," Spike asked with a cocky smile. "Think you 
can take me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SEVEN ORGASM LATER... ;)

"Bloody Hell!" Spike said coming out of the covers for some 
metaphrical air. "I can't do this."

"Ah, come on, Spike. I'm just warming up!"

Spike stared at the sweaty, good-looking man in front of 
him. He was good, the vampire had to admit. Really good 
sex. But couldn't just the fucking bastard take a break? 
Was he even human at least?

"So, spike," Lindsey said running a hand up and down the 
vamp's tigh. "Ready for round eight?"

Spike thought about it for a few seconds, then shrugged and 
pulled the covers overe their naked bodies again. It wasn't 
like he could die or anything, even though the idea of 
dying like this sounded pretty interesting...






"Nice place," Wesley said nervously. Lee's appartment gave 
him the impression of a really expensive fridge. The 
furniture was either leather or metal, black and white 
being the predominant colours. And cold, so cold...

"Thanks. Would like me to turn the air conditioner?"

Wesley looked at Lee. "Uh, no thanks. I think I could see 
those books now."

"Oh, right. The books of Dramius. They're in the bookshelf, 
suit yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Once he was alone, Wesley grabbed one oof the valuable 
books and sat on the big leather couch, the cushions 
sinking under his weight. The former watcher tried to get 
up and ended up sliding down to the floor. When Lee came 
back, he found Wesley struggling to 
stand up.

"Here, let me help you," he offered, helping Wesley sit on 
the couch again.

"Thanks. How do you manage to sit still?"

Lee shrugged. "Habit, and the fact that I only spend ten 
minutes a week here." He was sitting dangerously close to 
Wesley. The Englishman looked nervously around and almost 
let out a squeal of delight when he discovered the bar.

"How about a cherry?" He suggested to Lee.

"Why not? I think we could both use a drink right now." 
Wesley's date said standing up. Wesley watched him prepare 
their drinks, wondering what to do now. It's not like it 
wasn't his first time. It wasn't even Lee's apparent 
coldness that seemed to turned him out so much. Angel was 
as cold as any vampire could be and yet Wesley had always 
felt attracted to his boss.

Then again, Angel was a vampire. And this man was 
*supposed* to be human. Wesley wondered how even kiss this 
man would feel like...

"Sweet or dry?" Lee's voice brought him back to reality.

"Excuse me?"

Lee lifted the glass.

"Sweet or dry?"

"Oh," Wesley chuckled. "Dry, please."

Lee sat beside him a minute later, handling Wesley his 
glass. The former watcher finished it on the spot.

"Another one?" Lee asked. Wesley nodded, making mental 
plans of killing Angel the next morning if things didn't 
work out.






Old Spice. So cliché and yet so arousing in Brett's case. 
He and angel were on a small coffeehouse, sipping espresso 
and talking about each other. Brett had been recruited by 
Wolfram and Hart while he was still a student on Columbia, 
which made angel wonder if the law firm recruited every 
single one of his lawyers by they were still students. 
Young an innocent they were when Wolfram and Hart 
approached them.

Then again, law students. Not so young and innocent at any 
age.

"Are you listening?" Brett/Lewis said suddenly. Angel 
winced.

"Uh?"

"Were you even listening to me?" Brett asked. The vampire 
looked down.

"I got distracted a little. But I remember Columbia, 
Wolfram and Hart recruiting and..."

"Actually, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go 
someplace more private to... not talk."

"Oh," Angel said calmly. *Yessssssssssss!*

"Well?" Brett said, his deep sexy eyes mentally undressing 
Angel..., and the vampire didn't mind at all.

"Sure. Why not? I mean, tonight's seems destined to be a 
quiet night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally they stopped. Spike didn't say anything, macho 
vampire man pride and all that, but he was thankful to 
Lindsey. And very, very attracted.

"Cigarette?" The bleached vampire asked offering Lindsey 
one. The young lawyer shook his head.

"They're bad for my health," he said. Spike shrugged and 
lit one, letting the poison fill his dead lungs before 
talking again.

"So, law-boy, do you always have this... stamina?"

"Only with hot guys like you. I was famous in college for 
that you know?"

"I can only imagine."

"Tell me about you," Lindsey asked, sitting on the bed and 
assuming a lotus position. Spike had to concentrate to look 
at his face only and not at the sculpted tanned body that 
the blond vampire had just enjoyed a few minutes ago.

"Me? Not much to say. It all started..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*This isn't so bad, actually,* Wesley had to admit. A 
couple of Cherries later the former watcher and the lawyer 
were already making out on the black leather couch, the 
cherry glasses empty on the glass coffee table,  both men 
being extra careful with each other's cuts and bruises.

"Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?" Lee said, 
plating a cold kiss on Wesley's neck. It felt really good.

"No one like you," Wesley said, and he wasn't lying. First 
cold-as-a-vamp-yet-human man that had ever said that to 
him. Feeling a little more daring now, Wesley pushed Lee's 
body gently against the soft leather, Wesley's fingers 
already getting rid of the lawyer's shirt...

THUMP!

For a few seconds, Wesley didn't realized what had 
happened. Then he smelled the blood and looked around, 
feeling dizzy. His eyes soon felt on Lee's body underneath 
him.

"Sweet Mother of God," was all Wesley could say. "I killed 
him!"






"Wesley," Angel's voice made the young man look up and 
smile weakly.

"Thank God you're here, Angel," he said standing up. "I'm 
sorry I had to call you in the middle of..."

*You had no idea how sorry you'll be,* the vampire thought, 
but didn't say aloud. "It's okay. Tell me what happened."

"We went to his apartment and had a couple of sherries. 
After that we started... you know." Angel nodded. "Then we 
were leaning into the couch when we slipped to the floor 
and Lee hit his head with the glass table!" He looked 
around nervously, fearing that someone might had been 
hearing them. "I gave the doctor an entirely different 
version. It was kinda embarrassing, you know?"

Angel nodded again, trying to contain the big smile that 
threatened to appear on his face.

"How's Lee?"

"He'll be all right. He only needed a few stitches and the 
doctors want to keep him overnight, but they say everything 
will be fine."

"Good."

"What's good?" Lindsey asked walking toward them, followed 
by Spike.

"Lee's going to be fine," Angel announced.

"That's good," Lindsey said. "I should call the senior 
partners to let them know that." He looked at spike and 
smiled.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Sure, mate. You know where I'm staying."

"Yes. Good night, Angel. Wesley."

"Night," the vampire and the former watcher said, watching 
the lawyer opening his cell phone and walking away. Then 
they looked at spike.

"So?" Angel asked.

"So what?" His childe replied.

"How was it?"

"Good. We're meeting again tonight." The bleached blond 
arched an eyebrow and looked at Angel. "Why don't we go get 
a cup of coffee, mate? I'm sure your boy here wants to go 
see how his new boyfriend is doing."

Angel looked at Wesley.

"Go," Wes said. "He's right. I'll go check on Lee before 
heading home."

"Sure you don't need a ride?"

Wesley show him a pair of keys.

"I drove his car here. A BMW."

Angel laughed.

"Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You didn't get any did you?" Spike as he and Angel took a 
seat in the hospital cafeteria. Angel looked around, 
thanking the PTB that nobody was paying attention to them.

"That's not of your business," he said.

"Yes it is," Spike replied. "You're my sire. I worry about 
you."

Angel sighted. "We were about to get into the elevator when 
Wesley called. I had to ask Brett to leave and promise to
call him tomorrow. So we have a future."

"What about tonight?"

"Spike, I don't need to have sex tonight to be okay. I have 
control over my actions, I can wait."

"What if you had the chance?"

"Huh?"

"What you just heard, mate."

Angel shrugged. "I don't know. It depends of the person... 
Oh no, Spike. Don't look at me with that 'I have an 
dirty idea' look!"

But Angel's childe was not listening at all. Instead he 
stood, making a face that angel couldn't quite understand 
and headed for the exit. A worried, yet curious _and a 
little horny_ Angel followed.

"Where are we going?" The dark-haired vampire asked after 
ten minutes of wandering. "People is looking at us."

"I know," Spike replied. "I'm looking for..." The smile 
returned to his lips when they found themselves in a desert 
hall. Angel's childe started to look at the doors, up and 
down, until he found one that seemed to pleased him. A 
closer look allowed Angel to see a small gray square in one 
corner of the white door, a white bucket and mop inside the 
square.

"What the..." Before Angel could finish, Spike opened the 
door, pushed his sire inside and jumped behind him, closing 
the door after them.






Angel looked around. Not the most romantic place _a closet 
full of mops, buckets and soap_, but that wasn't going to 
stop Spike. Unless...

"I thought things were going great with Lindsey," the older 
vampire said. His childe smiled as he pinned Angel's 
shoulders against the wall.

"Perfect," he said. "We shag until neither one of us could 
open his legs," his lips were cool and soothing against 
Angel's cheek. Slim fingers slid under the dark-haired 
vampire's shirt, gently caressing the smooth chest.

"Don't you think your new boyfriend might get jealous?" 
Angel asked suddenly. Spike hands were going lower as the 
younger vampire knelt in front of his sire.

"We have an open relationship. You'd be surprised of the 
things I learned with him." The hands were now running up 
and down Angel's tights. The older vampire had to admit 
this was... relaxing, to say the least. With a soft sigh, 
Angel closed his eyes, drop his head back and let Spike do 
whatever he wanted to do down there. Angel could already 
feel his knees weaker and other parts of him already 
stronger, begin for his childe's attention...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How are you feeling?" Wesley asked taking a seat beside 
Lee's bed. The young lawyer smiled weakly, wincing at the 
pain that simple action brought.

"Like hell," he said. "It hurts."

"I can only imagine... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Wesley. Really. To be honest with you... It's 
not the first time it happens."

Wesley looked at him. "Really?"

Lee sighed. "That coach it's pretty slippery. A lot of... 
acquaintances of mine had fallen to the floor. Lots of them. 
First time someone has to be rushed to the hospital though.

The former watcher nodded. *Way to go, Wesley,* he thought. 
*Your date's in the hospital. Five stitches in his forehead 
and it's all your fault.*

"I should go," he finally said. "The doctor said you could 
go home tomorrow and..."

"Will you come to pick me up?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I believe those my car keys you're holding," Lee said, 
pointing to the keys in Wesley's hand. "If you're using my 
BMW, the least you can do is take me home tomorrow."

"You do have a point." Wesley's heart started beating 
faster.

"And maybe we could plan another date. This time in a safer 
environment. I may even let you read the Dramius this time."

"A safer environment," Wesley repeated. "That would be 
lovely."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow," Lee said.

"I'll be at noon," Wesley said. "Good night, Lee."

"Good night, Wesley."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once outside Lee's room, Wesley was really close of doing a 
crazy dance on the hall. Things had worked out great 
considering the events of the night. A smile on his lips, 
he left the hospital whistling a happy tune, too busy 
making future plans for him and Lee to see the two vampires 
walking side by side, the taller one a little disheveled.





"I can't believe I let you do that!" Angel whispered to 
Spike in the hospital store, just a few minutes after their 
closet encounter.

"Yeah, poof," the younger man said picking up a package of 
bubble gum. "I clearly remember you complaining and whining 
like a little kid while a did wonders between your..."

"Will you keep it down! We are in a public place." Angel's 
voice was barely a whisper, but Spike's sensitive ears 
caught it all.

"All right. If that's what makes you happy. I won't tell 
the world you're a soddin' poof."

Angel sighed and picked another package of gum for himself.

"Maybe we should pick a card or something," the older man 
said. "For Lee."

"I don't think they have a 'Sorry your date ended up with 
you being in the hospital with stitches in your head just a 
few days after a rogue slayer gave you the beating of your 
life.' card."

"Ah, Spike. The eternal romantic."

"I am a romantic, Angel," Spike said as they walked towards 
the cash register. "I want to wake up at night and feel a 
soft body lying beside me. I love to spend the time 
wondering when I'll shag or be shagged. I think knowing 
that someone will be there for you when you're alone, or 
sad, or simply horny, it's a wonderful feeling."

"And that's romantic for you?"

"You know me."

Angel had to agree with that one.

"Look, the thing is, Angel, you don't have that. You need 
romance in your unlife. And after talking to Lindsey, I 
even discovered you don't have an unlife at all! And that's 
the main reason I'm moving to Los Angeles.

"You're what?"

"Moving to LA. You need a handsome, sexy, young vamp beside 
you. and I know that will be hard, but I'm willing to do it 
for you out of the evilness of my heart."

"That's sweet."

"I'm like that," Spike passed an arm around Angel's 
shoulder and looked into the older man's chocolate eyes. 

"I want you to know that you're not alone, mate. You'll 
have me, and the four-eyes and the hottie lawyers, and as 
God is my witness, you'll never be shaggeless again!"

Neither one of them knew how long they were staring into 
each other's eyes. All they knew was that the old lady 
behind the cash register was still looking at them when 
they finally came back to reality.

A wide grin in his face, Spike kissed Angel's cheek while 
looking at the sweet old lady with the rimmed glasses.

"Hi," the blond said.

"That will be a dollar twenty six," little old lady said.

"Pay, boyfriend," Spike said to Angel. *Bloody hell. This 
is the nighties. That woman must have seen something like 
this before.*

Little old lady took angel's money and quickly gave him his 
change. Angel smiled as he received his change and the 
little paper bag containing the bubble gum.

"Here you go, sir," Little old lady said. "And may I just 
say what a cute little couple you make. You remind me of my 
oldest grandson and his boyfriend. They just celebrated his 
second annyversary together. Would you like to see their 
pictures?"

Both guys looked at each other, then at little old lady.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sure Nick's a good looking fellow," Spike told Angel 
three hours later, once they were at the older man's 
apartment. What had started with a few pictures of Mrs. 
Lowell's _little old lady_ grandson and boyfriend, had 
tuned out to be almost two hours of coffee and discussion 
over how hard relationships were. And Angel thought he had 
seen everything...

"Yeah. He was good looking..., if you like platinum-blond, 
Sex Pistols fan kind of guys," the older man finally said.

"I think the old lady's grandson looked a lot like you, 
minus the brooding part, of course."

"A little, maybe. I don't... what are you doing?"

"I'm hanging my clothes," Spike said showing angel a pair 
of old black jeans.

"In my closet," Angel said.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because I'm moving in with you."

"What about Lindsey?"

"I told you he's not jealous. As long as he and I 'get 
together' every once in a while, we'll be okay. He's good, 
a little nympho but that's fine with me."

"Why don't you move in with him?" Angel asked. Spike looked 
at his sire like the old man had gone insane.

"I barely know him! I wouldn't trade the security of my 
lovely poof of a sire for anything in the world."

"Except a good lay," angel couldn't help it.

"If that's how you want to call it. Now, let's see. We 
could just flip a coin for the bed, or share it, whatever 
moves your floor. And then we have the blood issue. I can't 
bite humans, but since you get your blood from butchers I 
don't think we'll have to worry about that, except now 
you'll have to ask for more blood. and there's also the 
issue of... Angel?"

Spike stared at the figure in the bed. He had been talking 
alone for five minutes, while his sire took off his shoes 
and duster and lay on the bed, falling asleep almost 
inmediatly.

With a smile, Spike finish hanging his clothes _trying not 
to wrinkle too much Angel's clothes in the process_ let his 
own duster on a chair, kicked off his Docs and lay beside 
Angel, carefully so the older vampire wouldn't wake up.

"Rest now, luv," Spike. "Rest while you can, because 
everyone favorite blond is back... and he wants to party."


THE END