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Coming Full
Circle
Chapter 14
by Tami
Angel pushed barely under the speed limit and made it to the Nevada border in record time. Seeley was a little worried for about a hundred miles. He constantly looked at the speedometer to make sure Angel wasn’t breaking any laws while trying to escape Los Angeles. There was no other word for driving 70 mph on the I-15 North. Booth didn’t realize that he was holding his breath for impending doom until Angel slowed down on Las Vegas Boulevard.
“Home sweet home,” Spike announced as Drusilla took in the flashy lights of the strip.
“Not home yet,” Angel grumbled as he made a turn.
Seeley looked in the back seat and saw Spike caressing Drusilla through her dress. The cotton fabric was stretched over her breasts, creating a shadowed indent of a hardened nipple in the moonlight. A memory flash hit him of the last time Drusilla killed someone. What ensued afterwards was a four-way orgy of sorts. The thought made his dick hard again. Luckily, Angel pulled into the underground garage and Seeley didn’t have to wait for relief. At least, he hoped not.
Angel parked beside the Desoto and got out. Seeley got out on his side and helped Drusilla out of the back seat while Spike jumped over the side of the car. Drusilla smiled endearingly at Seeley. Spike came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as if reassuring himself that she was really with them. When he turned Drusilla to follow Angel, she reached out and grabbed Seeley’s coat, tugging him along with her.
Angel was in the makeshift elevator, waiting for them. They all piled in and took the lift to Angel’s apartment. Spike and Drusilla teased each other along the way. Angel ignored them. Seeley, however, wasn’t used to seeing them together. His human senses could only take so much before they went into overload.
The lift jolted to a halt and Angel pulled the wooden guard up. Spike picked Drusilla up in his arms and carried her through the apartment, straight to the bedroom. Seeley looked at Angel to see what the dark vampire made of the situation. Angel only shook his head and went to the kitchen to heat up some blood.
“I see Spike is happy to have Drusilla back,” Seeley commented as he followed Angel. It was a lame attempt at conversation.
“They’ve always been like this. Then, she leaves again and he goes back to being a pain in my ass,” Angel said.
He tossed a couple of blood bags into the microwave and set the timer. He poured a glass of whiskey from a 15-year aged bottle of Jameson for Seeley. The agent graciously accepted the drink.
“You know, I really shouldn’t drink this stuff,” Seeley said eying the amber liquid from the side of the glass.
“No one should, doesn’t stop us, now does it?” Angel smirked. He poured his own glass and took a swallow.
Tinkling laughter and giggles drew Seeley’s attention and, with his glass in hand, he followed the sounds to the bedroom. He propped himself against the doorjamb and watched Spike and Drusilla tease each other on the bed.
Spike had the front of her bodice unbuttoned half way and was licking the mounds of her breasts as he slowly inched up the hem of her dress. Seeley watched with glazed eyes as he drank his whiskey. He felt a flash of heat at the sight of them. Suddenly, he felt hot and his jeans were becoming snugger by the second.
“Grrr-ruff, such a bad dog, Spike,” Drusilla purred, arching against his mouth.
Spike growled back as he finally succeeded in hiking the voluminous skirt up to her hips. He caressed along the inside of her thigh to the dark curls between her legs. His mouth latched onto a hardened nipple and teased it with his tongue until she pressed against him. His fingers slid against her, massaging her sensitive clit.
Just then, Angel appeared beside Seeley with two Shiraz wine glasses filled with blood. The image he portrayed seemed to be that of a classic Victorian vampire. All he needed now was a frilly shirt, laced breeches and riding boots with shiny buckles. Of which Seeley had no doubt that Angel had them stowed away in a closet somewhere.
Seeley followed Angel into the room and went to the opposite side of the bed. Angel set the two glasses on the nightstand and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Drusilla watched her Sire with lust in her eyes as Spike continued to tease her body. Seeley downed the last of his whiskey and followed suit, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Drusilla turned her head to look at Seeley and a crease of indecision marred her brow. It looked like she couldn’t decide which version of her Sire she should pay attention to more. After a moment, she chose the true one.
She crawled over to Angel on her forearms while Spike moved down her body. She was at the right height that she could kiss and lick over Angel’s stomach. She sat up, moving a leg over Spike so that she was kneeling above him and unbuttoned Angel’s pants, pushing them out of the way.
Seeley watched as she leaned down and took Angel’s hard length into her mouth. Finally, tired of the chafing jeans, he took them off and crawled up on the bed. He straddled Spike’s body and moved up behind Drusilla. He pulled her hair out of the way and licked her neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress the rest of the way.
Drusilla moaned around Angel as she felt Seeley’s hot touch on her skin. She reluctantly let go of her Sire long enough for Seeley to pull her dress to her waist and then resumed her task. Her nails dug into Angel’s pant-clad thigh as she sucked him. She felt Seeley behind her, licking her neck, kissing her shoulder and back as he fondled her breasts. He gave her enough room to sit up and kiss Angel. She stroked her Sire’s cock as he slipped his tongue between her lips.
Spike had her skirts bunched up around her waist and teasing her clit with quick swipes of his tongue. She rocked her hips, grinding against him with Seeley’s guiding hands at her waist. Spike reached up and massaged Seeley’s cock through the thin fabric of his boxers while he continued to tease Drusilla.
Drusilla moved away from Angel so that Seeley could pull the dress up over her head and toss it on the floor. Angel took one of the glasses, then grabbed the back of her hair and tilted her head back before pouring the blood into her mouth a little at a time. Seeley’s dick started to throb just from watching the display. Once the thick, red liquid was gone, Angel leaned down and licked the residue off her lips.
Seeley kissed his way down her back, shifting until he lay over Spike. He mouthed the blonde vampire’s neck as he ground himself against the erection under him. Spike gave up his task with Drusilla and focused on Seeley. When he wrapped his arms around the agent’s neck, Seeley used the opportunity to move Spike out from under Drusilla and on the other side of the couple.
Spike rolled them over so that he was on top of Seeley. He kissed down the agent’s neck until he hit the bite marks left by Angel and Drusilla. Spike teased the tender, healing skin with his tongue, listening to Seeley’s moans. He reached down between them and slipped his hand inside the boxers, wrapped his fingers around the engorged length and stroked. Seeley groaned and rocked his hips into Spike’s fist.
Booth threaded his fingers through Spike’s hair and guided the vampire back up to kiss him. His other hand moved down to pinch a hardened nipple and smiled against the cool lips when he got a growl in response. Spikes pulled the boxers off so that Seeley was naked and open to him. Then, he broke the kiss and moved down, exploring Booth’s chest and stomach with his tongue. Seeley lifted his hips as Spike took his cock into the cool mouth. He turned his head to look at the couple beside them with lust-filled eyes.
Drusilla was on her back with Angel over her, the second glass of blood in his hand. He tipped the glass until the blood spilled out over her breasts and stomach. Dark red rivulets ran over the swells of her breasts and down her stomach. Angel leaned down and licked the blood up as fast as he could before it stained the sheets beneath her.
The sight before him was new and erotic for Seeley. He’d never seen Angel like this before: open, adventurous and playful. In Los Angeles, the dark vampire was always somber and took his pleasure seriously. Even when they were searching for Drusilla, there was a reason behind the sex and biting. Now, he watched Drusilla writhe under Angel’s tongue and lips. He listened to her coos, purrs and moans as Angel nipped at her skin and sucked light bruises over the marks. Between that and feeling Spike’s mouth surround his cock, Seeley was sure he was going to cum way too soon.
Angel turned Drusilla over onto her stomach and grabbed her hips, moving her to her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him to see what he was up to. Angel coated his fingers with the blood still left in the glass and rubbed them over her cleft. Her head fell back and she moaned as she pressed back against his touch. When he thought she was ready, Angel thrust deep inside her and then pulled out to look at the blood staining his shaft before pushing back in again.
Seeley placed his hand on Spike’s head, guiding the movement to match Angel’s thrusts. The room was stifling hot as far as he was concerned. Booth’s eyes shifted between Drusilla’s lust-glazed eyes, Angel’s actions and watching his cock slide in and out of Spike’s mouth.
“Spike, stop, I’m going to cum,” Seeley groaned when he was on the brink of orgasm. He tried to make Spike stop by pushing against his shoulders, but the blonde vampire had other ideas.
Spike carefully penetrated Seeley with his fingers and searched for his pleasure point. When he found the bundle of nerves, he massaged it. The agent bucked his hips, forcing his cock to the back of Spike’s throat. Spike growled around him, eliciting a groan from Booth.
“God, Spike, fuck!” Seeley cursed.
He couldn’t stop, especially when Spike was sucking him hard like that. Seeley clenched the bed sheets in his hands as Spike wrenched the orgasm out of him. Every muscle threatened to cramp up as he finally released with a growl of his own. Spike pulled away from him and grinned evilly as he swallowed.
Seeley lay there panting, trying to find a second wind. He glanced over at the couple beside him. Angel had a hand in Drusilla’s hair, tugging her back as she seemingly bounced back on his cock. From what Seeley could see of her torso, it was stained a reddish pink from the blood Angel had licked off of her.
Then, Spike was hovered over Seeley, distracting him with his mouth. Where Angel was dark and possessive and Drusilla was dark seduction, Spike’s kiss was unadulterated sex. It oozed from every pore of his body. That was Seeley’s opinion from being around the trio both now and when he first met them. It probably explained why Angel was so nonchalant about the knowledge that Seeley was attracted to his childer. Who could resist them?
Seeley finally gave up the ability to think and lost himself in Spike’s kiss. He opened his mouth under Spike’s prodding and felt his tongue slip inside. Then, he felt the blonde vampire move his hips, grinding their cocks together and heard the distance sounds of Drusilla’s cries. Seeley reached between them and stroked their erections together. Spike broke the kiss and buried his face in the curve of his neck as he rocked into the hot fist.
When Seeley felt Spike nuzzle his neck, he acquiesced, “Go ahead.”
Spike’s head popped up at that. “What?”
“You’ve wanted to bite me ever since Angel marked me,” Seeley said.
“Is that what you think?” Spike challenged.
Seeley’s brow furrowed in agitation. “I’m not some unsuspecting girl, Spike. If you want to bite me, do it.”
“Don’t tease a vampire like that, pet. You don’t know what you’re saying,” Spike said shaking his head.
“I damn well do. You’ve been eying my neck since that night in the hotel. I know what I’m doing, Spike. Contrary to popular belief with this family, my human senses aren’t completely disoriented by the amount of pheromones you give off,” Seeley said obstinately. “Now, bite me and complete the circle already.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t ya?” Spike smirked.
“I’m not little,” Seeley said, bucking against him.
“Would never think that was little, given your genes,” Spike smirked.
“Damn it, Spike would you – oh, God!”
Seeley started to reprimand the vampire for stalling, but then Spike drew back and thrust forward, pushing through anal muscle. The tearing skin from rough entry brought tears of pain.
“You sadistic bastard,” Seeley hissed through clenched teeth.
Spike looked at him in complete innocence. “If you want to be marked by a vampire, you’ll have to learn to tolerate a little pain for pleasure. Besides, the bite is always better with an orgasm.”
There were guttural moans and growls in the room. Angel was at the end of his tether with the effort to keep Angelus reigned in at the scent of blood and sex. The intermingled scents of arousal from all four of them, the sounds of Drusilla’s begging to be hurt a little bit more, Spike’s growls as he pounded into Seeley and the agent’s answering grunts.
As he shifted Drusilla into a new position, Angel glanced over and saw Seeley trying to top Spike from the bottom and Spike resisting. Angel could smell Booth’s blood from torn anal tissue and felt the urge to beat Spike for harming his family. But, by the look of things, Angel didn’t think Seeley would appreciate the gesture. The agent seemed to be holding his own with Spike.
Drusilla’s nails digging into his abdomen pulled Angel out of his reverie. She was like a cat, once her nails were hooked into his skin, she clawed down his hard, muscled stomach. He worked his ass off to get his stomach that flat again. After the year lazing around in the CEO’s chair at Wolfram & Hart and the battle, he went back to basics. He set the apartment up into a mini-gym similar to what he had when he first moved to Los Angeles. He went back to helping the helpless and gaining a team of comrades who accepted him and Spike for what they were, not what they perceived them to be. He just hoped that his time in Las Vegas didn’t follow the same path to hell that L.A. took.
“Daddy, please,” Drusilla begged as she tried to get him to slide deeper inside her.
Who in their right mind could ignore that pretty begging? Angel grabbed her hips and slammed into her body hard. Drusilla cried out in painful pleasure, clawing at his sides, hips and stomach, wherever she could reach. Angel looked down and saw her heated gaze through a fringe of dark, sooty lashes. He’d taught her to enjoy the pain, now it was the only thing that would get her off. All Spike wanted to do was make love to her, slow and sweet. She allowed it when it amused her. But, she was taught to respond to pain and find pleasure in it.
“Daddy, harder! Do it harder, Daddy!”
Angel dug his fingers into Drusilla’s shapely hips, held her down and thrust into her pliant body so hard that she slid up the bed and nearly hit her head on the headboard. He pulled her back down, impaling her on his cock. He didn’t know how she managed to look gorgeous with her hair tousled and fanned out around her while being thoroughly fucked, but she was. She bowed under him, accepting everything he gave her. It was a contrast to his boy. Spike gave as good as he got during sex. That thought made him glance over to watch the other couple.
Spike hips worked mechanically, thrusting into Seeley. He was enjoying the idea of fucking Booth. His identical appearance to Angel made it seem like he was topping his Sire. It gave him a sense of satisfaction. In a way, he was getting back at Angel for all the times the elder vampire used the ‘Sire’ card on him.
“Come on, Spike. I thought you were the Big Bad,” Seeley taunted a he withstood the aggressive pummeling.
Spike glared down at him. This is what it must be like when he was with Angel. Here he was taking pleasure in his moment of triumph over his Sire’s look-alike and Seeley was trying to push his buttons.
“I’ll show you Big Bad,” Spike growled.
His hips crashed into Seeley, driving his cock in so hard, Seeley yelled from the pain. Everyone went still after that. Booth’s fists were clenched in the sheets and, for the life of him, couldn’t force himself to release his death grip as pain wracked his body.
“Booth, are you okay?” Angel asked.
“Y-y-yeah, I-I-I’m fine. Just took me by surprise is all,” Seeley assured him when he was finally able to breathe again.
Angel glowered at Spike. “Bite him and get it over with already! You didn’t have to hurt him like that!”
“Why does everyone want to rush this? I can’t perform under pressure,” Spike said.
“Yet, you had no problem fucking Buffy, did you?” Angel growled.
Jealousy over his boy and his ex-girlfriend left a bitter taste in his mouth. Drusilla reached up, grabbed the back of Angel’s head and pulled him down to her. He laid over her and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She moaned at the assault and clutched him to her, wrapping her legs around him. Angel sighed and sank into her receptive body.
Seeley looked over at them and then back at Spike. “Can we put the power play aside, call it even?”
“Are you giving up that easily?” Spike smirked at what he thought was an easy win.
“No, not easy, but Angel gets broodier than usual when we get into it over dominance. I’m not relenting, I’m just calling a timeout . . . for now,” Seeley said.
“There’s no timeouts in the game for dominance!” Spike looked at the agent as if he were crazy.
Seeley appeared to consider that. “You know what? You’re right.”
Booth pushed Spike over and rolled over on top of him. The blonde vampire chuckled as he allowed the human to hold his hands down.
“Still can’t top me this way. I’m the one inside you pet,” Spike smirked.
“Buffy’s human and she topped you,” Seeley pointed out with an arched brow.
“How the bloody hell do you know that?” Spike asked.
Seeley shrugged. “You just look to be more of a masochist. Do you love being dominated, Spike? Does it make you hot when you’re taken?”
Spike rolled them over until Seeley was on his back again. “You tell me.”
“Bite me,” Seeley challenged.
Spike shifted to his demon and looked down at the agent with yellow eyes. Booth sucked in a breath at the sight. Not because it scared him, but because it fascinated him. Every time Angel, Spike and Drusilla allowed their demons to surface, it intrigued him. He reached up and carefully rubbed his fingertips over the ridges between Spike’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” Spike said with a hint of amusement.
“It’s interesting. When you change they just appear out of nowhere. Does it feel odd at all?” Seeley asked in wonder.
Spike involuntarily purred when Booth stroked his ridges. “The first few times you change it’s weird, but you get used to it.”
Seeley moved his hand down to inspect Spike’s fangs as if he were inspecting a horse’s mouth. He gently pushed the upper lip back to see where the pointy teeth came from.
“Where do they go when you switch back to human?” Seeley asked as he lightly grazed his thumb over the sharp teeth.
Spike shrugged. “Don’t know. It’s one of those great mysteries. They disappear like the ridges.”
Seeley nodded, accepting that answer. Spike was still purring when he dropped his hand and turned his head to the side.
“What? You’re just going to lay there and take it?” Spike scoffed.
“No! I’m giving you free access to my neck,” Seeley said agitated that the infuriating vampire was arguing again.
“You’re not going to put up a fight?” Spike asked with a raised brow.
Seeley growled as humanly possible at the way Spike was behaving. “Do you want to bite me or not?”
“Yeah, but--” Spike started to say.
Seeley grabbed the back of the blonde head and pulled the irritating vampire down. When he felt Spike’s lips on his throat near Angel’s and Drusilla’s marks, he demanded, “Bite!”
He grunted when Spike’s hips slammed forward at the same time fangs sliced into his neck. Booth felt wetness on his skin as his blood spilled out into Spike’s mouth. One hand held the blonde head against his neck while the other held the vampire against him. Spike’s fingers dug into his flesh as Booth’s blood coated the inside of his mouth. He groaned as he savored the taste for a moment before pulling away and licking the wound closed.
“There, now do you feel better?” Seeley smirked as he looked at Spike, feeling a little light headed.
“Do I . . .? What kind of question is that?” Spike asked angrily.
“A very simple one,” Seeley replied.
Angel had finally heard enough. He allowed Spike to bite Seeley. Now, the boy was spoiling for a fight. He wasn’t intervening to save Booth. He knew the agent could handle himself. He had to curb Spike’s mouth before they repeated another scene like what happened at the hotel when he marked Seeley.
Angel brushed a kiss over Drusilla’s lips and carefully extracted himself from her body. He moved over to Spike and pulled his childe away from Booth. Seeley sucked in a breath at the sensation of Spike leaving his body.
“Drusilla, honey?” Angel inquired. Drusilla looked over at him with curiosity. “Come here and entertain Booth while I deal with your brother.”
Drusilla smiled and crooked her finger at Seeley. He warily watched Spike with lustful eyes and then looked at Angel before moving out of the way. He lay next to Drusilla who curled herself around him. She sat up, straddling his waist and then impaled herself on him.
Angel lined himself up with Spike and thrust inside. He reveled at the growls and grunts Spike made as he was stretched open. Then, he leaned closer to his childe to whisper in his ear.
“He’s human, Spike. He’s curious. He wasn’t teasing you when he asked that question. He doesn’t know what it’s like for us,” Angel’s lips brushed his ear as he spoke. He thrust harder, feeling Spike move with him. All Angel had to do was touch him and his body responded. “He doesn’t know what the taste of blood does to us. All he knows is that now he’s bonded to us.”
“How do you know that?” Spike challenged as he watched Drusilla bounce on Seeley’s cock.
“I listened to him, Spike. He wanted you to complete the circle we formed with him. He’s a part of us now. Look at him, see the way he regards Drusilla?”
Spike watched as Seeley looked up at Drusilla reverently. His hands were at her hips guiding her movement, thrusting up inside her on her down stroke. Spike closed his eyes and felt Angel thrust deep and slow inside him.
“He cared about the three of us enough to come here at my request to help find her. He wounded a Slayer for her. He may have very well put his job on the line to come out here. If you go that far out on a limb like he did, you want to belong,” Angel breathed in Spike’s ear.
Drusilla cooed and purred as she felt Seeley’s hot flesh warm her from the inside. He was so different from Angel. His hands were searing to her cool skin. She arched and writhed under his touch as she rode him.
“So beautiful sweetheart,” Seeley whispered as he watched Drusilla move over him.
He watched her for a few moments then he rolled her over on her back and thrust inside her. He wasn’t trying to mimic the way Angel was with her. Instead, he leaned down and licked the bloodstains off her porcelain skin left there by Angel. He could taste the metallic flavor of blood, but the overpowering essence of Drusilla’s skin covered the taste of dried blood. He licked the reddish pink streaks off her skin, thrusting back into her on the return path up her body.
“He knows what blood tastes like now,” Spike smirked.
“Hmm, that was animal blood mixed with a shot of mine,” Angel commented dryly.
“I don’t think it was enough to damage him,” Spike added.
Seeley vaguely heard that it was Angel’s blood and arousal shot down his spine. Between that and Drusilla’s inner muscles contracting around him, Seeley couldn’t hold back his orgasm. He pushed into Drusilla as deep as he could and groaned against her neck as he came.
From Spike’s point of view, it wasn’t the big show he thought it was going to be. But, the sounds Seeley made and watching Drusilla writhe under the devoted attention were enough to send him over the edge. Angel stroked Spike’s cock through orgasm. His Sire sucked on his turning mark as he came inside him.
“Everything will work out, Spike. Drusilla’s safe, Booth is fine. He’s just a part of us now,” Angel’s low voice fanned the blonde’s ear. “Especially, since he licked that residue off her.” His voice was teasing and Spike jabbed him in the ribs.
“How was it?” Seeley asked again, looking over at Spike.
“Bloody brilliant, pet,” Spike gave him a genuine smile.
“Good, now get down here with us, I’m getting a crick in my neck looking up,” Seeley groaned.
He rolled to his side and Drusilla curled up against him, absorbing his body heat. Spike lay beside Drusilla, brushing stray hairs from her face. Angel lay behind him. They had a few hours to sleep maybe before Cassidy and Denise showed up for work.
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Angel’s Apartment, Twenty-Four hours later
Seeley Booth was packing his bags to go back to Washington, D.C. Drusilla had decided to stay with Angel and Spike a little longer. Angel had shadowed her all day. Well, that was when Spike wasn’t attached to her. Seeley thought it was cute in a possessive sort of way.
He’d had planned to stay longer, but Rebecca had called saying that she was willing to give him time with Parker if he got back home. Selfish bitch that she could be, Seeley hadn’t seen Parker in a month, which why he had no problem answering Angel’s summons to come to Vegas.
Drusilla came in and sat on the bed beside his suitcase. She lightly fingered the zipper on the bag.
“How are you, Dru?” Seeley smiled as he packed.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You have to watch out for yourself more carefully,” Seeley said. He reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “I don’t want to receive another call from two distraught vampires saying you’ve gone missing again.”
“That’s what Daddy said.”
“Did he?” Seeley raised a brow and continued packing.
“Well, he said that he hated making that call and didn’t want to ever do it again,” Drusilla said thoughtfully.
“Spike is unbearable when you disappear like that,” Seeley said.
“I know, but I only go where the pixies tell me to.”
“Well, hopefully they’ve calmed down enough that you’ll be around here for a while and don’t give your Daddy and Spike gray hair worrying.”
“Silly Seeley, we can’t get gray hair. We’re dead,” Drusilla chuckled.
That stopped Booth for a moment. Sure, they were undead. They were vampires. But, they were unlike any vampires he’d read about. To him, they were very much alive, disregarding the lack of a pulse. They all had desires, they cared about each other. Even Drusilla cared and she was supposed to be soulless. Spike ate human food and apparently watched TV Land and, if Angel was to be believed, Passions. If that was considered ‘dead’ for vampires, it would be a shock to see what ‘live’ vampires were like.
Seeley took her hands and pulled her to her feet. When she stood, Drusilla’s voluminous dress fanned out and hid the curves that he knew were underneath. He knew she enjoyed playing the little girl, being doted on by Angel and Spike, but she was definitely a woman under all that fabric. It was endearing that Drusilla still acted like the seventeen-year-old girl that she was when Angelus turned her. It gave her an, albeit deceptive, innocence.
“Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, sweetheart. Because, I hate getting those calls as much as Angel hates to make them,” Seeley said.
“I promise,” she said in her little girl voice.
Seeley couldn’t stop himself from kissing the pout off her lips. She opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside, crushing her against him. That was how Spike found them when he came down to tell Seeley that he was ready to go to the airport. From where he stood, Spike could see the redden skin around the teeth marks on Booth’s neck and absentmindedly wondered what the agent’s friends would think when he got back to D.C.
“Ahem,” Spike made an exaggerated effort to clear his throat.
Seeley broke away from Drusilla, setting her away from him and looked at Spike.
“Are you ready to go or do you need some more time with her?” Spike smirked.
Seeley’s eyes turned hot at the idea, but then he relaxed. “I wish I could, but I can’t afford to take a later flight. Rebecca will never let me see Parker if I did that.”
Booth grabbed a bag and Drusilla’s hand while Spike grabbed the other bag. They went up to the ground floor office where Angel was going over a new case with Chase. The dark vampire looked up when he heard the wooden guard move on the lift and Spike, Seeley and Drusilla stepped out.
Glancing at the suitcases, Angel put the file on his desk and stood up from leaning against it. “Are you leaving so soon? I thought you were planning to stay with us a while longer. We have this whole new demon case you can pitch in on.”
“As tempting as that sounds, I think being able to still breathe when I get back home would be nice,” Seeley said regretfully.
Angel’s expression became broodier. Spike rolled his eyes and explained, “His kid’s mum has him strung up by the balls.”
That comment made Angel’s eyes immediate shift to Seeley’s groin as if he were actually going to see his balls in a sling. Seeley chuckled when he saw Angel’s expression. “They aren’t really strung up, yet. That’s what metaphorically happens when I get home.” Then, he thought about it for a moment. “Well, with Rebecca that may be literal.”
“Oh, right. Women,” Angel said with a small smirk.
Seeley stepped up to Chase and shook the man’s hand, saying, “It was nice meeting you.”
“You, too,” Chase nodded and went back to work.
He leaned over Cassidy’s desk and said in a loud whisper, “Cassidy, you have the sweetest phone voice a desperate man has ever heard.”
“Don’t you mean a man who was getting his rocks off in the car?” she corrected.
Seeley’s eyes widened at that. “You knew?”
“Oh, please, like you stood a chance being alone in the car that long with him,” she scoffed, pointing at Angel.
“Actually, we weren’t alone,” Seeley muttered, glancing surreptitiously at Spike and Drusilla. The blonde vampire grinned back.
“Naturally,” Cassidy said dryly.
Seeley shook his head. This group was a bit different. At the FBI he had colleagues and co-workers that he was cordial with. But, Angel made a family out of his crew. The easy camaraderie among the group made an impression on him. It shouldn’t have surprised him giving that anything about Angel and those who associated with the vampire left a lasting impression.
Seeley stood in front of Angel with a small smile.
“Sorry that I can’t take you to the airport. But, Denise dropped this case in my lap,” Angel said, holding up the file he was looking over when they came up.
“It’s okay, I’m sure Spike will get me there in one piece,” Seeley assured him, and then shuddered at the memory of Spike driving 130 on the way
to California. “God, please let me get there in one piece.”
“Hey! You’ll be in good hands,” Spike said.
“Please, God, let me get there in one piece,” Seeley repeated.
Angel chuckled as he hugged Seeley. “You take care of yourself and keep in touch. I don’t want to have to track you down for another crisis.”
“I’ll call when I get home,” Seeley promised.
Seeley pulled away, kissed Drusilla chastely on the cheek – which made Spike harrumph since he saw the kiss he gave her in the apartment – and followed Spike out, his bag in hand.
Spike and Seeley got to the airport and put his bags on the baggage dock. Booth bent Spike backwards and laid a hard kiss on his lips before boarding the plane to the sound of clapping and catcalls. Settling in his seat, he had a smile on his face, knowing Spike would never let him live that scene down.
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