RockStarPeach

Part the seventh, in which Angel reconsiders things, Spike doesn't know what to do, and Wes has a bad night, and then a good one.

Rating:  Adult overall

Summary:  Human AU.  Spike is a cop who happens to cross paths with Angel, a handsome young homeless man who is starting to get his life together.

Pairing:  Mainly Spike/Angel, I think.  At least that’s the intention.  But there are others.

Warnings:  Sex (m/m, m/f), language, possibly violence and drugs.

A/N:  Idea came from katsa_db_lover who issued a challenge to the effect of this story, hope this is even close to what she had in mind.  It started out with all her requested elements, but then went to its own happy place.

Disclaimer:  Yeah, I stole ‘em.  What?

Previous Chapters

 

Chapter 7

 

***

 

Spike hadn’t had much sleep.  He had stayed at Caritas until the bar closed just in case Hamilton decided to reappear.  He hadn’t, but wanting to be safe rather than sorry, Spike waited outside the bar for another couple of hours and then had followed Liam and his roommate home in a taxi of his own, and waited outside the building until he saw their apartment light come on.

 

Considering his late night he didn’t feel bad about still being in bed at 2 in the afternoon when he heard a knock on his door.  He threw on some baggy sweat pants and thinking it was Wes, come to yell at him again, and boy would he ever when Spike told him what had happened last night, he didn’t bother with a shirt.  When Wes was pissed off it never hurt to show a bit of skin, he found.

 

He padded barefoot down the hall and heard a second knock.  “Hang on,” he shouted veering off to the kitchen to drink a swig of orange juice from the carton in an attempt to get the horrible taste of morning breath out of his mouth.  He’d brush his teeth later.  Somewhat satisfied, he ruffled his hair with one hand, encouraging the bed-head that he knew Wes secretly liked so much, and pulled open the door.

 

Seeing Liam standing on the other side of the threshold, hands in his pockets, looking down the hall threw Spike a little. 

 

“Well pet,” he said, bringing the younger man’s attention to him.  “This is unexpected.”

 

Angel was unable to answer, vocal skills apparently abandoning him at the sight of the shirtless, bed rumpled man in front of him.

 

Spike chuckled slightly at Liam’s obvious gawking and said, “Come on in, kid.”

 

Angel bristled at again being called a ‘kid’, but he did as bid, shutting the door firmly behind him.  The cop had disappeared down the hallway, and not knowing what to do with himself, he did nothing, remaining in place by the front door until the blond returned, hair somewhat tamed and sporting an oversized white t-shirt.

 

“Well?” Spike asked.  “You just gonna stand there all day?  Come in, take your coat off.  Stay a while.”

 

Angel took his boots and coat off, leaving them by the door and followed the other man to the living room where the cop sat on an extremely ugly but probably extremely comfortable Lazy Boy chair, and gestured at the sofa for Angel to have a seat.

 

Once they were both situated, Spike again spoke, only this time his voice was laced with concern rather than amusement.  “Are you alright?  Has something happened Liam?  What are you doing here?”

 

Angel’s eyes were drawn to the other man’s lips at hearing his name pass through them for the first time, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up a little.  “What’s your name?”

 

“You came all the way here at this godforsaken hour to ask my name?” Spike asked, with a smirk, some of the amusement back.

 

That got a smile out of Angel in return.  “It’s after 2.”

 

“Maybe some of us can still rock and roll all night and party everyday, but I’m not as young as I once was.  I like my sleep.”

 

Angel’s smile lingered a moment longer at the thought of the tuckered out blond sleeping it off, and then he heard him answer.  “William Anderson.  But everybody calls me Spike.  Almost everybody.”

 

“Officer Anderson,” Angel repeated.

 

“Spike,” he was corrected.  “Call me Spike.”

 

“Spike.  Okay.”  He looked down into his lap and played with his own fingernails, neither saying anything for minutes.  Finally he couldn’t take anymore and blurted out, “He was at my apartment.  The guy you told me about.  Standing outside, watching.”

 

Spike said nothing, just got up to go to the kitchen and turn on the coffee maker.  He figured they could both use some.

 

“You’re not going to say anything?”

 

“What, like, ‘I told you so’?  Nah, gonna let you do the talking.  I’m assuming you didn’t just drop by to let me know?  That there’s more you wanna say?”

 

Angel just scowled, but Spike took it in the affirmative, and went back to his task, fetching mugs from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.  Angel remained silent until Spike came back bearing coffee, handing one steaming mug to Angel, drinking the other.

 

Finally, he half growled, half sighed.  “Fine.  You were right.  Happy?  I.. I’m… scared.  I need your help.”

 

Spike of course, was ecstatic at being told he was right, but managed to feel a little bad at the smirk he let escape.  He was also happy that the kid had come around, and accepted his offer of help.  He schooled his features, and told him so.  “I’m happy that you’re here.  Happy you recognise you could be in trouble.  I’ll make a few calls, get you set up someplace safe for a while.”

 

When Angel didn’t say anything further, Spike stood up to make his promised calls but only got a few steps before he was stopped by a hand on his arm.  He turned his head to see Liam standing right behind him.  Kid was stealthy.

 

“No.”

 

“No?  But, you just said you wanted help.”

 

“I do, but… from you.  I don’t trust, well, people.  I don’t want to go with anyone else.  I want to stay here.  With you.  If you try to send me to some safe house, I’ll leave.”

 

Spike took in the serious look in Liam’s face and knew he had a decision to make.  It wasn’t a very tough decision, he knew he’d let the kid stay rather than have him out on his own with Hamilton still out there, but he had to put up at least a token protest in his mind.

 

Still, he didn’t want to make this too easy on Liam.  “What makes you think you can trust me?” he asked.

 

Angel honestly thought about it, perhaps for the first time.  “Nothing,” he responded.  And it was true.  Since they’d met, Spike had been nothing but rude, patronizing and confusing.  But he had a feeling, and that was all the evidence he needed.

 

They continued to stare at each other heatedly, until Spike relented.  “Fine, you can stay with me.  But there’s rules.  You do what I say, yeah?  If I’m gonna be responsible for your sorry arse, we do things my way.”  He turned in a huff and started down the hall, talking as he went.  “I’m gonna shower.  You just… sit there for a bit.”

 

Angel smiled at his hosts back as he watched him disappear into what must have been the bathroom.  Yeah, this might not be so bad.

 

***

 

Later that afternoon they were both sat at the kitchen table, eating the stir fry Spike had whipped up for supper and staring at each other silently.

 

Angel had been given the tour of the apartment, and Spike decided that he would be sleeping in the bedroom as Spike was just as happy on the sofa.  Angel had also been given the rules of the house.  He was to clean up after himself.  He was to eat what he was given and not complain about it.  He was to keep quiet if Spike was trying to sleep or work.  Spike had first dibs on showers in the morning and first choice in what to watch on the telly.  And most importantly Angel was to go absolutely nowhere on his own. 

 

When Angel had to work at Caritas, Spike would go with him, and take him home, keeping watch during his shift.  When Spike had to work Angel was to stay in the apartment, and not answer the door.

 

It sounded kind of constricting to Angel and he tried to protest but Spike had told him that it was only short term, and it was either that or he’d be on his own.  Angel had come around, and agreed to the terms, but a part of him couldn’t help thinking that it might have just as much to do with him wanting to be near Officer Anderson, as wanting to keep himself safe.

 

Spike brought a forkful of food up to his mouth and returned it to his plate, suddenly losing his appetite.  He got up.  “S’alright, luv,” he told Liam, at his inquisitive look.  “I’ve just got to make a call.  Keep eating.  I’ll be right back.”

 

Angel kept shoving the food into his mouth, his body working on auto pilot as his brain paid attention to Spike.  The man moved across the room and grabbed up the portable phone.  He didn’t leave the room, but he came very close, hovering at the entrance to the hallway, turning away from the table.

 

He watched Spike punch some numbers into the phone, and wait, staring up at the ceiling until, Angel assumed, the call was answered.  He tried desperately to pretend he wasn’t listening but casually turned his chair slightly so he was placed in a better angle to both see and hear, and listened to the conversation. 

 

“Hey pet…. yeah, I know…. Yes! I said… I know… I’m sorry… Come on, Wes, you know I didn’t mean… please, don’t be like this… fine.  Will you meet me tonight? … Caritas again, yeah… please Wes, I need you there.  Something’s come up…thanks luv.  And wear those pants you know I like…. Shit relax, Wes… thanks, luv.  Can’t wait to see you… Bye…”

 

Spike turned back just in time to see Angel’s poor attempt to divert his gaze downward and keep up the pretence that he hadn’t been listening.  Spike rejoined him at the table and continued his meal, feeling better for having spoken with Wes, and knowing that he wasn’t mad enough to not respond to his calls.

 

“Was my partner on the phone,” Spike said, around a mouthful of rice and broccoli.  He didn’t notice Liam’s bristle at the word ‘partner’ and continued.  “He’ll be meeting me tonight at Caritas, since I’ve got to be there the whole bloody night, and I don’t fancy standing in the corner by myself the whole time.”

 

Angel was pretty sure that even if this ‘partner’ of Spike’s didn’t show up, the man would not be by himself for long.  And he couldn’t help but be a little pissed that he was bringing a date out on his guard dog duties.  Angel had hoped that they could have some time at the club, on his break maybe, to be together.  With the dancing and the music and the alcohol, maybe Spike would let his defences down, and they could….. Angel roused himself from the thought, trying not to be disappointed.  Spike clearly had a boyfriend, and if the conversation he had overheard was any indication, he was in no hurry to change that.

 

“Yeah, sure.  Good.”  Angel attempted to sound careless about the whole situation, and hoped his irrational jealousy didn’t show through. 

 

Spike seemed to take his agreement at face value, for all he said in return was, “Right.  Best get us ready then.  Got less than an hour before you need start up in that kitchen of yours.”

 

Both men got up from the table, placed their dirty dishes in the sink, and headed off to dress for the night.

 

***

 

Angel had barely walked into the kitchen at Caritas when he was approached by a grinning Lindsey.  “So?  What happened?”

 

Angel looked over his friends shoulder to his station, clearly impatient to get to work.  “I’m gonna stay with him for a while.  Just till they catch that guy.” 

 

“You don’t seem too happy about it.  I thought that’s what you wanted, that he made you feel ‘safe’.”  Lindsey illustrated the last word with air quotes.  “You were seriously freaked out this morning.  I figured you’d be thrilled.”

 

Angel looked back at his friend and tried to muster some enthusiasm.  “I am.  Really.  It’s good.  When he’s around I feel better, not scared, it’s just…” He trailed off.

 

“Just what?” Lindsey asked with a frown.  Lindsey watched Angel roll his eyes and then look back at him.  “Oh, I get it,” he said with a knowing smirk.  “Not so much fun being joined at the hip when you can’t do anything about your little crush?”

 

“Shut up Lindsey” Angel grumbled, pushing past him to start work.

 

Lindsey’s smile didn’t falter as he asked, “Have you met the boyfriend yet?”

 

Angel ignored him and continued walking, but that didn’t stop Lindsey laughing and shouting, “Maybe they’re into three ways!”

 

Lindsey laughed again as Angel raised one hand, middle finger held high, and went out to the bar.

 

***

 

Spike had been sitting at a table by himself working on the same beer for an hour and a half before Wesley showed up.  And he wasn’t alone.  He walked side by side toward Spike’s table with Willow, Faith hovering slightly off to Willow’s other side.

 

Spike glowered slightly at his friend, before rising from the table and welcoming the ladies.  “Willow, Faith,” he greeted, giving them each a small smile and a kiss on the cheek.  “Sit, please.  What can we get you two lovely ladies from the bar?”

 

He took their drink orders as they were seated, and hauled Wesley off with him to procure the requested items. 

 

“What the hell is this?” Spike asked when they were safely out of earshot. 

 

“What the hell is what, Spike? “ Wes asked innocently.

 

“This cozy little double date you’ve got us on.”

 

“You asked me to meet you and as I already had a date scheduled with Willow, I thought this was the perfect solution.  I hadn’t realised that Faith would be joining us until I arrived at Willow’s house and she was there.”

 

Spike scanned his friend’s face for any signs that he was lying.  “You sure you had nothing to do with this little set up?”

 

Wes smiled.  “Would I do that to you?”

 

Spike was pretty sure Wes was capable of just about anything, if he was pissed off enough.

 

Spike ordered a beer each for himself and Wesley, and then made Ramone’s day by ordering two seabreezes for the girls.  On the way back to the table he told Wes, “We really do need to talk sometime tonight.  It’s about work.  Mostly.”

 

Wesley hesitated, then nodded and answered, “Yes, we’ll find some time.”

 

***

 

“What the hell, Willow!” Faith hissed at her friend once the guys had left the table.

 

Willow looked up with the intention of denying she knew what Faith was talking about, but gave up quickly, knowing she had never been a very good liar.  “Okay, okay.  I just though that you two looked so cute together last time, and I could tell you like each other, cuase, well, you were all over each other, and I thought maybe you were just being shy, and it would help if you could hang out with friends around so there wasn’t any pressure.”

 

Faith shook her head in exasperation at her friend’s well intentioned meddling.  “Next time tell me first when you get an idea like this.  Yes, I liked him, he liked me and we were kind of all over each other…” She trailed off with a smile, fondly remembering what that had been like.  “We had fun, and that’s it.  We’re both okay with that.  Only now we’ve spend all freakin’ night here playing polite friends, when we both just want to get the hell out of here.”

 

Willows face fell a little and she apologised.  “Sorry, Faith.  I didn’t mean to make things ooky for you guys, I just wanted…”

 

“You just wanted me to find someone as great as you have,” she finished nodding in the direction Wes had gone.  “I know.  It’s fine really.  We’ll all have a few drinks and spend most of the time dancing.  We’ll hardly have to talk.”

 

Willow gave her friend a goofy, toothy grin, and watched the boys return to the table.

 

***

 

2 hours later, the group was having a surprisingly good time.  It had been awkward at first, but without the sexual tension to drive them to other activities, Spike and Faith found that they actually got along pretty well.  Which was good, because Wesley and Willow seemed to be all but ignoring them in favour of casting sly glances back and forth and holding hands under the table.

 

Finally a song came on that Willow just could not remain seated for, and the girls got up to dance, leaving Spike and Wesley to take advantage of the time alone to talk.

 

“So?” Spike could hear the expectancy in Wes’s voice and cringed a little, knowing that his friend was only going to get more upset with him by the end of the conversation.

 

Spike thought about how he could break the news, phrase the situation, sugar-coat his enormous errors in judgement, and instead blurted out, “Liam’s kind of, moved in.  With me.  Temporarily.”

 

“WHAT!?”  Wesley immediately looked around to make sure his shout hadn’t garnered an audience before he brought his voice down and continued.  “Are you mad?  No, don’t answer that, I suspect already know.  Why on Earth would you think that was a good idea?”

 

“I didn’t.  Still don’t, but I don’t think I’ve got an alternative just now.”

 

“Oh, I’m just dying to hear this,” Wes said and leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.  He figured it was going to be a long story.  He listened intently as Spike told him about coming to Caritas last night, alone.  He glared disapprovingly when Spike told him about the aborted kisses in the store room.  He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as Spike told him that he had once again let Hamilton escape.  He shook his head in resignation when Spike told him about Liam coming to his home that morning.

 

“Will, be reasonable,” Wes pleaded.  He just could not believe his friend’s behaviour of late.  This Liam must really be something special.  “He cannot live with you.  It’s beyond unprofessional, especially given your… developing relationship.  He needs to remain in a legitimate safe house, and we both know that.”

 

“Oi!  Wes, there is nothing developing.  What happened was a mistake, and I told him that, and it’s the end of it.”

 

Wesley wished that was true.  “Oh, I quite agree it isn’t any kind of normal relationship, but the two of you can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other even in a crowded bar.  How long do you think it will be when the two of you are alone together in your apartment before you become more physical?”

 

Spike sighed.  “For some reason he trusts me, Wes, and he’s already said if he can’t stay with me, he’s back out on his own, and I really don’t think that’s a good idea just now.  Wont take us long to find Hamilton, then the kid’ll be gone.  Nothing to worry about.”

 

Wesley gave him a look that told him ‘you know you don’t really believe that, and neither do I’, but kept silent.

 

Spike took a drink of his beer and asked Wes, “What did Travers say?”

 

“He’s getting someone on Hamilton.  Not us,” he added before his partner could ask.  “They’ve already checked out his home, but he no longer lives there, and nobody seems to have any kind of forwarding information.  It seems as if he’s just vanished.  Of course, we know he hasn’t.”  Wes cast a glance at Spike and was pleased to see him look down, an expression of guilt marring his beautiful face. 

 

“I told him that you had spotted Hamilton here, at this club, but lost him, and since he was likely to come back, it was as good a place as any to begin the search.”

 

Spike put his drink down and reached over to grab the beer bottle from Wesley’s hands.  He nudged Wesley’s elbow with his own tentatively, and when Wes didn’t pull away he slowly extended the contact down to their wrists, then turned his hand and entangled their fingers. 

 

They stayed like that for a while, neither moving nor speaking until Spike broke the silence.  “Thanks Wes,” he said, leaning closer to the other man so their foreheads almost touched.

 

Wesley suppressed a shiver and swallowed deeply before pulling out of the pseudo embrace and directing his attention to dance floor, and Willow.

 

***

 

For some reason Angel had a hard time focusing on work that night.  He had broken several dishes and once ran the dishwasher forgetting to put soap in, so he had had to run it again, and he’d been trying desperately to catch up ever since.

 

He was so relieved when his break finally came, and wanted to get out of the kitchen so fast that he decided to skip the food and headed straight for the bar, looking for Lindsey. When he got there he realised that his friend was obviously on his break too, as he was currently tearing up the dance floor with Darla.

 

Angel didn’t want to interrupt, so he found a seat near the door to the kitchen and sat down to try to relax before going back to work.  He closed his eyes and slumped in his chair, enjoying the music, letting some of the tension drain out until the song changed to a faster paced one, and he sat up straighter taking a look around.

 

His eyes were drawn to Spike of their own accord, and he cursed them for it.  The two cops were nestled close together, holding hands, talking quietly like lovers do.  He really didn’t want to watch, but somehow couldn’t help himself.

 

He watched them as they stopped talking and started to watch the dancers, seemingly content to just be in each others company.  He watched as two women came to the table to sit with them, recognising one of them as Spike’s date from last week.  He watched and thought it wasn’t too weird when Spike’s boyfriend and the other woman got up to dance together.  He watched as Spike turned around and saw him and began to walk over.

 

Spike frowned at Liam as he got to his table and scolded him.  “Wot you doin’ here all by yourself?  You need to be with people.  You should have come and sat with me.”

 

“You looked busy”, Angel responded, not looking at Spike.

 

“Thought we talked about this.  My rules, yeah?  And my rules say you’re not to be alone.  You can’t find your friends, you come to me.”

 

Angel rolled his eyes.  “Yes, sir,” he said, with a mock salute. 

 

Spike’s eyes narrowed and he sat down.  “’M serious.  I’m trying to keep you safe.  I’ve been keeping an eye peeled and I haven’t seem Hamilton here tonight, but that could change in a blink, so I need to know he can’t ever get to you.”

 

Angel said nothing, but had the decency to look vaguely ashamed.

 

They sat together in silence until Angel got up to head back to work.

 

***

 

Spike and Wes had both been keeping their eyes open all night, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hamilton, but really, they knew it wouldn’t be that easy.  He had seen Spike the other night, and was likely being significantly more cautious as a result.

 

“He’s not here,” Spike had commented at one time, when the girls were using the restroom.

 

“I think you’re right.  Not surprising, really.  If he knows we suspect him, he’ll be keeping a low profile. Damn, Spike!  We could have had him.”

 

Spike groaned.  “I know, Wes, I know.  I’m sorry.  I don’t know where my head’s been at.”

 

Wesley knew.  And as angry and jealous and outraged as it made him, he couldn’t help but find it a little bit sweet.  His partner seemed to really be smitten with Liam, and that was a rarity.  As impossible as it seemed, part of him was rooting for the two to have a shot at something.

 

“It’s fine Spike.  Okay, it’s not fine, but it’s done.  He’s bound to show up at some point if he is after Liam, so we just need to be alert to the possibility at all times.”

 

Apparently their alertness didn’t count for much, because neither of them had noticed the object of their discussion lurking in the background, watching them attentively. 

 

**

 

Faith excused herself early that night, claiming she had to be up the next morning and left Spike to keep himself busy while Wes and Willow got further lost in each other.

 

When the bar closed Wesley informed him that he was going to take Willow home and Spike said that he would stay and wait until Angel was finished, wanting to escort him home for obvious reasons.

 

“I know this is a fucked up situation, Spike.  Really I do, and I’m honestly very sorry you have to go through this.  I know you claim that there’s nothing…. Just… I really do wish you the best here.”  He ducked his head, then looked up to the coat check, where Willow was grabbing their jackets.

 

Spike reached out and grabbed Wes’s face in his hand, turning it toward him.  “Thank you,” he said seriously, “I’m sorry.”  And those four words seemed to say it all, as Spike leant in and kissed Wes soundly on the mouth.

 

Wesley was spared deciding whether or not to respond as Spike pulled back first saying, “Looks like your girl’s ready.  We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?”

 

“Of course Spike.  Tomorrow.”

 

***

 

Wesley met Willow by the doors and accepted his jacket form her with a “Thank you”.  They headed out into the night, and into a waiting taxi, where Wesley looked briefly at Willow and then to the driver as he gave the man his address.

 

He turned back to Willow grabbing her hand and saying softly, “I hope I’m not being too presumptuous.”

 

She only smiled in return and tilted her chin up to capture his lips in a kiss.  It was sweet and passionate and delicious and almost everything that Wesley could have wanted.  When it ended he put his arm around her shoulders and held her close for the remainder of the trip.

 

Once they arrived at Wesley’s apartment, door shut firmly behind them, his reserved, proper little red-headed beauty was barely recognisable in the woman who leaped on him, devouring his mouth with her own, ripping his shirt open caring little for the buttons that scattered across the floor, and making fast work of his belt and zip.

 

“I supposed I don’t need to ask if you’re sure about this?” Wes asked her with humour.

 

“Oh, I’m so sure,” she responded bringing him down for another kiss pressing her body up against his.  “I’m way past sure.  I want you Wesley.”

 

And that was good enough for him as he took back control of the situation with ease.  He pressed his mouth to hers relentlessly, grabbing hold of her arms and pressing them back down to her sides.  He slid her top up as his hands trailed from her waist to her neck, and paused in the kissing for only as long as it took to slide the shirt over her head and toss it aside.

 

Their mouths met again in a delicious give and take that felt so right to them both as Wesley ran his hands across her back to unhook her bra.  He slid it across her shoulders, and down her arms, and relinquished control to allow her to shed the garment effectively. 

 

She moaned into his mouth and pushed down gently on his shoulders and he wasted no time kneeling in front of her, lips and tongue and teeth immediately set to worship her perfect breasts.  He started out nipping and laving and kissing gently and as her little groans and mewls got louder he couldn’t help but become a bit more rough in his ministrations.  

 

She seemed to really be enjoying herself, as she let out a distinctly pleasure-induced yelp when he bit down hard on a nipple, sending shivers of desire through them both.  Wesley abruptly stood and stared down at her with lust-hazed eyes.  “Bedroom,” he commanded, “Now.”

 

Willow wasn’t exactly sure where the bedroom was, but in general most apartments had the same basic floor plan, so she headed down the hall hoping for Wes to follow and guide her through the right door.  She was slightly surprised when she turned around half way down the hall and Wesley was nowhere in sight.  She pushed open one door, then  another, and found the bedroom, entering and taking the liberty of shedding the rest of her clothing before lying down on the bed.

 

Wesley came in less than a minute later, taking in her suggestive pose.  “Mmmm.  I like a woman with initiative.”  He approached the bed taking a hand from behind his back, showing Willow what he had stopped to collect.  He held up a canister of whipped cream for her perusal and said “And I seem to have developed a bit of a sweet tooth all of a sudden.”

 

Willow broke into a smile and spread herself, arms and legs wide, for anything that Wesley had in mind. 

 

As he covered her breasts and vagina with the sweet, creamy goodness he couldn’t help but believe that he had hit the jackpot with this one.  He bent to her chest and slowly licked up every drop of the confection, not noticing when all that was left was bare skin as the taste was just as delectable. 

 

Willow moaned and writhed and bucked up against him as he relentlessly lapped up every drop of sweetness and spice from between her folds, and she let out a mighty scream as he clasped her clit between his lips, sucking hard, while plunging three fingers deep inside to work her to a mind-blowing orgasm. 

 

He didn’t wait for her to come down from her high before jacking down his pants enough to coat his erection in a condom procured form the nightstand, and thrusting into her hard and fast.  She moaned again, and bucked up and he continued to work himself inside her in quick strokes chasing that same high that he had just given her.

 

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten his manners so much that he forgot to maintain her pleasure, so he reached down with one hand to play her gently while he continued to pound into her at a punishing pace.  His thumb skittered ever so softly across her delicate nub only a few times, before she gave in to the sensation and reached her second climax.

 

Not to be left behind, Wes sped up slightly revelling in the hot wet contractions around his cock and with a handful of thrusts, sent himself into the same oblivion.  They collapsed against each other, panting, and again resorted to the sweet kisses of earlier before they fell into a wonderful, sated sleep, holding each other close.

 

***

 

Marcus was not in the mood to deal with the Thorn that evening, but he knew he didn’t have a choice.  He went through all the motions, buzzing in, stair climb, waiting at the door, and prepared himself for another frightening escapade inside the apartment.  Turned out he needn’t have worried.

 

The door was pulled open only as far as the chain lock would permit, and a nose was stuffed through the meager opening followed by a muffled voice saying, “Fuck off.  Busy here.”

 

Marcus stood his ground.  “It’s me.  I’ve got information.”

 

The nose disappeared for a moment, and then returned, the voice with it.  “Slide down,” it told him.

 

He was trying to figure out exactly what that meant, when he heard the voice again from near the ground remind him “SLIDE DOWN.”

 

He knelt to the floor and waited.  “What the fuck’s your problem now?  You fuckin’ pissin’ purple?”

 

Marcus rolled his eyes.  If he didn’t know the Thorn didn’t ever sample his own goods, he would swear he was high. “It’s me.  Marcus.  I’ve been checking out those kids, like we talked about.”

 

“Right.  Yeah.  So, we all gonna sit down and have a big gang bang or what?”

 

“I think I know who it is,” Marcus told him, with all the patience of a saint.  “The one who’s got info on us.  The cops have been on him something fierce.  Well, one cop anyway, and if they’re keeping that close an eye on him, it must be because he knows something.”

 

“And here I was, thought you were gonna get down on your knees for ‘em all and see who tasted best.  That’s good.  Good, good GOOD!  Yeah, run with that, you know what we need.”

 

Marcus got up from the floor, thinking himself dismissed.  He had moved almost to the stairs again when he heard a familiar shout.  “Next time bring some fuckin’ milk.  What, does it look like I got a fuckin’ cow in this shit hole?”

 

Marcus tried his best to ignore him, and moved down the stairs, attempting to devise a plan to get the kid, Angel, into his possession. 

 

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