*************
As Spike recovered consciousness he realised he was lying on the floor, a cold hard floor. He was naked too.
He cautiously opened one eye and rapidly closed it again. He could have sworn that was sunlight he saw.
He tried again, this time peering through the fingers of one hand. Yep, definitely sunlight but why wasn't he bursting into flames?
**************
Angel was working alone as usual, in his office, when the vampire detector alarms went off. He immediately turned to look at the security monitors. The building appeared empty. No staff. No staff at all. What was going on? He pressed the button on his desk that would normally summon his secretary and waited. No one came. He couldn't even see the security guards but, wait, what was that lying in the middle of the lobby?
**************
Spike sat up and looked around him. He was in a building of some sort. White marble everywhere. Bloody huge building, like a shopping mall but without the shops. Without the people too. He seemed to be alone. There was a reception desk but no receptionist.
Spike glanced at the wall behind the desk and learned from the digital display it was 9.05 am in LA, 12.05 pm in New York, 5.05 pm in London and 2.05 am in Tokyo. The temperature was 85 degrees and the humidity 72%. The date was Wednesday 31 September 2003.
The room started to spin. He was going to pass out again, probably for the best.
***************
Spike woke up to find Angel bending over him. Bloody Hell! He scrambled to get away from him but Angel held on to him with little difficulty. Angel always had been bigger than him, stronger, more easily able to get the upper hand in a fight. Now was no exception but, wait, he wasn't trying to hit him. He was hugging him. The bloody great poof was hugging him.
"Spike!" Angel was yelling in his ear.
Why did he have to shout?
Angel pulled him to his feet. Spike swayed uncertainly.
"I thought I'd never see you again. They said you were dead."
Spike tried to speak. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Angel was hugging him again. This was getting to be a habit.
Spike started to swoon and Angel picked him up. He was carrying him. Oh, the indignity! He was being carried, naked, by his Sire in what had to be a public building except, where were all the people?
He blacked out again.
When he came to he found himself lying on a large, comfortable bed. He was still naked. Hang on a minute, he wasn't the only one. Angel was getting his kit off too. What the.?
Angel was climbing into bed with him! This was a turn up for the books.
Angel's fingers were running through his hair. Now they were stroking his face and body. It was as if he was checking everything was in place, that all his bits were where they were supposed to be. Hey, hands off those bits!
"God, I missed you, Spike. I missed you so much," Angel was saying.
Spike made another attempt at speech. Nah, not working yet.
Those big hands were working their way over his whole body, for the second or was it the third time? Hmm, that wasn't so bad after all. A guy could get used to this. It wasn't like Angel hadn't done it before although that was donkey's years ago. And it was good to feel the touch of another human being, even if he was a vampire, a male vampire. Yeah, definitely a male vampire. Jesus, look at that!
Spike swallowed. What had he gotten himself into? How the Hell had he gotten here? Maybe that was it, this was Hell. But shouldn't he be suffering interminable torment if this were Hell? Angel's hands were a bit rough but he couldn't exactly say being touched up by the ensouled one was unpleasant and Angel was easy on the eye. Always had been, not that Spike had ever really noticed before, of course.
"It's so good to have you back, Spike," Angel purred.
Bloody Hell, he was actually purring!
Hey, what was he up to now? Nuzzling his neck, that's what! If you think you're gonna drink from me. Ah. Ooo. Yeah. Take it all, just keep doing that.
Fuck, he'd stopped!
He was licking his lips, those full sensuous lips.
Come on, Spike, get a grip! This can't be real. It has to be a dream, a hallucination, a spell. It sure as Hell was something.
But, if it's not real, why not go with the flow?
Those lips were coming closer. Peaches was gonna kiss him! About bloody time too!
****************
Spike woke up to find himself on a cold, hard surface. Marble floor? He opened one eye and shut it again quickly. Too bloody bright out there.
He tried again through half-closed lids. That was better. He glanced around at his surroundings. There were people everywhere. Thank God, they were ignoring him - all except for the receptionist who was pointing directly at him. What was her game then?
Spike looked up at the wall behind her and learned from the digital display it was 9.05 am in LA, 12.05 pm in New York.
Spike had the strangest feeling of deja vu.
. 5.05 pm in London and 2.05 am in Tokyo. The temperature was 85 degrees and the humidity 72%. The date was Wednesday 1 October 2003.
He was struggling to his feet when a fist connected with his jaw. As the room started to spin he briefly glimpsed the face of his Sire.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Love you too, Peaches."
***************
The End