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“…you’ll do as I say!”

Spike stared into Angel’s furious eyes. “Make me,” he sneered. “Go on. It’ll be just like the good old days.”

Angel’s face closed down, a long blink shuttering his emotions and immediately ending what had started as a simple disagreement. He turned and walked away.

“Bollocks to you, then. Fucker.” A frustrated flap of his arms and Spike was turning and walking and still swearing to the gods.

Angel listened to the tirade of foul obscenities that drifted through the halls like evil fairies fluttering through an even more evil meadow. Smiling at the familiar sounds was tempting. Catching up to Spike and slapping the contempt off his face was even more enticing.

“…up your fucking arse…bloody minded…excrement…fuck yourself…tosspot.”

And then Angel did smile. How could he not? The love of his life was but a few feet away, cursing like a drunken sailor and reminding Angel that, like a screaming bleach stain on a black cloth, Spike was there. Spike was here.

“And another thing…” Spike strode back into Angel’s office, his face a mask of fury and indignation.

Angel: “I still love you. You know.”

Spike gaped. “You are such a prat.”