"Shoo," Spike said to the other vampire. "Leave us."
"But you said you wanted to know as soon - "
Spike interrupted. "Ten minutes. Now go!"
Angel, hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, gave a sudden jerk at his bonds and glared at Spike.
"Tsk, tsk," Spike chuckled. With one smooth movement of his hand, he unbuttoned Angel's shirt. Angel flinched as Spike ran his cold hand over the smooth flesh underneath. Spike leaned forward, but not too close. "You can't get away," he whispered in Angel's ear. "It's not worth trying."
"Everything is worth trying if it will make you a pile of dust," Angel hissed in reply.
"But once you tell me where the ring is, I won't have to worry about that, now will I?" Spike's fingers found Angel's nipple and pinched.
Angel swallowed audibly, and turned his head away from Spike. Spike grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him. In a flash, Angel's face changed, and he bit Spike's hand. Spike withdrew, laughing and watching the wound heath, while Angel licked the blood from his lips. "I'm not going to tell you, Spike."
"By the time Marcus is done with you, you'll be begging to tell me where the gem is." Spike circled the suspended Angel. "It takes a lot of force to drive a hot poker through someone who has nothing to push against." His fingers found Angel's other nipple and held it this time. "Wouldn't you rather tell me now and get away with only this little bit of...torture?"
He twisted, and Angel grimaced. "No."
Spike grabbed Angel's head and brought his lips to Angel's. They bit each other, and blood flowed. Angel struggled, and Spike pulled back a smile of satisfaction on his face. "I see you still remember how it used to be."
"That was decades ago." Angel's lips were healing quickly. "That was before Drusilla."
Spike's eyes narrowed, and he cuffed Angel on the head. "You're not worthy of speaking her name."
Angel spat blood on Spike's shirt. "Call your henchman in here and let's get this over with."
"Maybe I'm not finished with you yet," Spike sneered, sliding his hand down Angel's torso and cupping his genitals. He used his other hand to hold Angel's face while he licked the other vampire's neck. Angel shuddered, and Spike grinned. "Afraid you might lose your soul again, Angelus?"
Angel tried futiley to get out of Spike's reach for a moment, then stopped, panting. "You bastard," he hissed. "You fucking bastard."
"But what is it I'm fucking?" Spike asked, unzipping Angel's pants and sliding his hand inside. "Or rather, who?"
"Damnit Spike, don't," Angel gasped as Spike's cool hand enveloped his cock. "Don't!"
"Tell me where the ring is."
"No."
"Would you rather lose your soul?"
"I would rather lose my soul than see you made completely immortal," Angel growled as Spike's hand continued to stroke him. He tried to pull away, but Spike held him firmly.
"Doesn't seem like it was that long ago that I fucked you next to that campfire in Romania, now does it, Angel? Tell the truth."
"No," Angel gasped, still trying to twist away as Spike teased his erection.
"Of course, you were quite a naughty boy then, and it didn't feel as dangerous as this."
With a groan, Angel stopped trying to pull away, and started thrusting into Spike's grip. Spike chuckled, and tucked Angel's hardness back into his pants. "I think it's time we let Marcus have his fun," he said. "Now that you're feeling quite sensitive."
"You are the most heartless *thing* I have ever met," Angel hissed.
"No need to tell me something I already know!" Spike said, his voice cheery. "Now, here's your last chance. Where is the Gem of Amara?"
"You'll have to kill me first."
"Fine. Marcus!" Spike clapped his hands together. "I must say that it's a shame to ruin such lovely skin. But, if that's the way you want it. Marcus!"