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Visions of You
Chapter 9
by Tami
Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment
“Cassidy, we found the tracking device,” Angel said.
He stood behind Spike with the phone in one hand and the tracker in the other. Spike sat at the dining room
table with his laptop turned on. Drusilla was in the living room watching TV, or so Angel hoped.
They had crashed in Booth’s bed the minute they got home. Angel expected to see the agent when they woke up, but Seeley was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t expected Seeley to go into work immediately. Angel thought he’d at least call in sick to rest and recuperate for a while.
“There’s a port on the side of Spike’s laptop. Stick it in there. I’ll connect to the network and see what we got,” Cassidy said.
Angel handed the tracker to Spike who put it in the port. Immediately, a screen popped up and codes in a combination of letters and numbers scrolled up at super speed. Angel heard Cassidy typing on her end. Then, a green light blinked in the lower right hand corner of Spike’s screen.
“I’m on,” Cassidy announced. There was silence on her end as she read through the data. “Oh, wow.”
“What?” Angel asked.
There was another long pause as she continued to read. Then, there was the sound of clicking keys. “Wow, this is . . .”
“What?!” Angel repeated.
Another long stretch of typing, then, “Oh, geez, this is going to be complicated. Some very sophisticated coding.”
“Cassidy!” Angel growled.
“Oh,” she sounded surprised that he was still on the phone. “I can break it. It’ll just take some time.”
“As soon as you could, would be nice. I’d like to close this case within the next two days. Seeley’s being run ragged,” Angel said agitated.
“I don’t think it will take that long. Just give me a while and I’ll get back to you,” Cassidy assured him.
“How are the guys back there?” Angel asked.
“Same as always,” Cassidy replied, “Usual cases, different day. So . . . don’t hold back, have you had sex with a certain Special Agent yet?”
Angel pulled the phone away, looked at it suspiciously, and put it back to his ear. “Who are you, and what have you done with my bookworm of an assistant? Did Denise put you up to this?”
“Can’t a girl be naturally curious?” she asked innocently.
“I know for a fact that you read torrid romance novels with lots of sex in them,” Angel replied.
“Yeah, but why read it when you get the real life version over the phone?” she inquired. “How do you know what I read anyway?”
“I didn’t know it was such a big secret. Besides, when you leave that trash lying around the office, someone’s bound to notice,” Angel said.
“Chase stole my book again didn’t he?”
“Yeah, and read every sexual detail very slowly . . . out loud,” Angel enunciated.
“I hope she knows that sex isn’t all that romantic. It’s heat and desire, not flowers and a Yanni soundtrack,” Spike scoffed loud enough for her to hear.
Angel held the receiver away from his ear as Cassidy yelled through the phone, “What do you know about sex? You’re a vampire!”
“Is that a rhetorical question, luv?” Spike yelled back.
“Do you want me to pass the phone to Spike so you two can hash this out?” Angel asked.
“No!” rang in both ears.
“Then, can we get back to the case at hand? Have you gotten anything yet?”
“No, and you still haven’t answered my question,” Cassidy sounded annoyed.
“What question?”
“Are you fucking Seeley?” she ground out.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business whether I have or not,” Angel said.
“So, that’s a no then?” she asked.
“I didn’t say that. Nothing has happened and probably never will if I keep getting clues answered over the phone all the time,” Angel pointedly replied. “Why is my sex life always a popular topic?”
“Because you don’t have one,” Spike and Cassidy replied in unison.
Angel growled at Cassidy in agitation and smacked Spike on the back of the head. “Get back to work and stay out of my sex life.”
“Now, that really hurts, Angel,” Spike pouted. “Being that I’m the only one who will shag you these days.”
“Spike!” Angel warned.
Spike turned back to his screen and held up his hands in surrender, “Working, working . . . no more teasing the eunuch.”
“I’m not a eunuch! How many times do I have to say that?” Angel said exasperated. His only response was Cassidy giggling on the other end as she continued to break the encrypted code.
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Washington, D.C., FBI Headquarters
Seeley reclined back in his chair with his eyes closed and his feet propped up. He didn’t know how he managed to get into work that morning without killing someone. Pulling an all-nighter hunting a demon wasn’t exactly conducive to having a day job. He got his morning coffee from the refreshment station. It tasted terrible. Nothing like the blend he used at home.
That thought led to another about Angel, Spike and Drusilla being there, entwined together on his bed. Knowing Angel was an earlier riser, they’d all be up working on the next clue in the case. Seeley wondered how Angel could do the hours with minimal sleep, or so it seemed. Then again, it was nice having a backup team, even if it annoyed him when Angel took over the investigation. This was his case, they were just outside observers.
“Don’t you have a serial murder case you’re supposed to be working on?”
Booth was drifting to sleep when a voice broke the blessed silence. He cautiously opened an eye and looked at Special Agent Tim Sullivan standing in his doorway.
“I’m working on it,” Booth fibbed. He was working on it, just not right now. That’s what Angel and Spike were supposed to be doing at home . . . if they didn’t get sidetracked with sex again. He’d read a lot of a vampire stories, but somehow they failed to mention the insatiable sex drive.
“Looks to me like you were sleeping,” Sully said. “Not getting enough? Is the case keeping you up?”
Seeley’s expression changed to one of suspicion. His tired mind processed the questions as double entendres: Was he getting enough sex? Oh yeah. Sleep? Not so much. “A little of both,” he replied.
“You need a vacation, Booth. Go out to Vegas and visit that family of yours,” Sully suggested.
Seeley’s head snapped up and his eyes opened completely at that. His co-worker didn’t know that Angel, Spike and Drusilla were still here in D.C. It wasn’t that he was keeping the vampires a secret hidden in his apartment. Okay, maybe a little. But only to save him from answering probing questions like: Why don’t we ever see them during the day?
“Don’t know about that. They keep a busy schedule like I do. No real time for a personal life,” Seeley replied. He had to bite his tongue until it bled to keep from laughing at his own statement: busy schedule, no time for a personal life? Well, they wouldn’t, would they? Between the sex and running around all night hunting demons, where was there time to be social?
“Suit yourself,” Sully shrugged and headed back to his office.
Seeley sagged back into his chair when the coast was clear. Slouching in his seat, he hissed when the erection he’d been hiding bumped against the bottom of the drawer in his desk.
Dreaming is evil and should be outlawed. Please God, let me finish this case soon.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley’s Apartment
“God, I hope we can get this case over with soon,” Spike grumbled as he watched the code scroll up the screen at hyper-speed. Hell if he knew what the words themselves meant. Cassidy was on the other end acting as Carmen San Diego and deciphering it. He had to give the girl her due. For all the time he spent trying to tease her out of her spectacles and clothes, she was a genius when it came to things like this.
“Missing Vegas, Spike?” Cassidy asked on the other end of the line.
Angel had given him the phone and disappeared to check on Drusilla. Hence his current position of leaning back in Booth’s dining room chair, his feet propped up on Booth’s polished dining room table with his hands clasped behind his head and the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder.
“Not really. Miss seeing you though, luv. A great sight to wake up to with my morning cup of blood,” Spike teased. “At least it’s better than the ponce in the other room.”
Cassidy giggled in his ear as the sound of clicking keys kept a monotonous beat in the background.
“You think I’m lying, pet? You’ve never woken up to Angel. He resembles a grizzly bear,” Spike said in a mockingly serious tone.
“I’ve never heard two people criticize each other more than you and Angel,” Cassidy giggled. “You must really love him.”
Spike scoffed and sat up, the feet of his chair hitting the floor with a bang. He gripped the phone and demanded, “Take that back! I do not love anyone, least of all him! He’s a hulking mass of pig’s blood with a caveman brow!”
“Me think thou doth protest too much!” Cassidy said.
“Me thinks you should stop using vampires for your soap opera fantasy, little girl,” Spike shot back.
“I’m not little!” Cassidy said.
“You’re tiny, pet. I could span my hands around your waist and my fingers would meet,” Spike countered.
“Spike, would you stop teasing her and let her work,” Angel said behind him.
“Uh-oh, think we’ve been found out,” Spike whispered conspiratorially. He glanced behind him. Angel stood a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. However, his eyes were full of amusement.
“You really are a buzz-kill, you know that?” Spike asked as he held the phone away from his mouth to talk to his Sire.
Angel shrugged. “Ask me if I really care what you think.”
“Cassidy and I were just having a nice little chat to pass the time and you came in like a large brooding cloud of doom and ruined it all,” Spike pouted. He could hear Cassidy giggling on the other end. “Oi! What are you laughing at?”
“You two!” Cassidy said. “You sound like a squabbling couple instead of Big Bad vampires.”
“Bite your tongue!” Spike said indignantly.
“Spike! For fuck’s sake, let her finish decoding,” Angel said exasperated.
Spike adopted another pout, his bottom lip pushed all the way out. “I’m supposed to stop so you can work,” he told her.
Angel saw the protruding lip and turned around. He groaned and walked back into the living room, rubbing his hands over his face. Of all the vampire clans in the world, why did his have to torment him so much. If they weren’t annoying him, then they were trying to drive him around the bend with sexy pouts and bedroom eyes. Honestly, he’d feel sorry for Booth as he was human and nowhere near immune to his childer’s persuasions. He would feel sorry for the agent if he wasn’t feeling it for himself and the things he had to put up with.
“Spike, I’ll have to let you go. This coding thing is taking longer than I thought,” Cassidy said.
“Are you saying you’ve met a code you can’t crack?” Spike teased.
“It’s pretty sophisticated, but I enjoy a challenge,” Cassidy stated in a determined tone. “I’ll call you later with the results.”
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Washington, D.C., Federal Bureau of Investigations
Booth pushed away the case file that he had been staring at for the last twenty minutes. He’d been studying the victims’ reports and he still couldn’t figure out how someone or something could control a beast like the thing he’d killed with the vampires. Since the office phones were monitored and they frowned on too many personal calls, Seeley pulled out his cell phone and dialed Angel’s number. Maybe the vampires had better luck.
“Hello?” a feminine voice answered.
“Hey sweetheart, where’s Angel?” Seeley asked.
“He’s busy,” she giggled.
Seeley rolled his eyes at that. “I can just imagine what he could be occupied with right now. Wouldn’t happen to be a bleached-brained, blue-eyed vampire would it?”
Drusilla giggled, “You sound like Daddy talking about Spike.”
“Listen, can you tell me if they got anything done on that case aside from fucking each other into oblivion?”
“They were talking to Cassidy earlier. She was having trouble decoding something but I forgot what it was,” Drusilla said distractedly.
“That’s okay sweetheart. I’ll call her,” Seeley said, then after a moment asked, “Hey Dru? I don’t suppose I can con a massage out of you when I get home?”
“Naughty Seeley-Daddy, trying to con me,” Drusilla purred. She gave a low puppy growl into the receiver, “I really should punish you. I’m sure your moans would fill the sky with rainbows, but I see your future has a massage in it, with ribbons of blood.”
The playful growl made Seeley’s cock jump. Damn it, and after he spent this entire phone call willing it to go down. First the dream and now her voice . . . the vampires were going to be the death of him. He thought he asked for an innocent non-sexual massage. Drusilla made it sound like a carnal proposition.
“Can I take a rain check on that, considering how my sheets turned out last time and just go for a bloodless massage as punishment?” he teased.
“I’ve never tried a bloodless one before,” Drusilla said thoughtfully.
“Maybe I should just go the safe route and ask Spike,” Seeley mused.
“Oh my Spikey really can give such good massages,” Drusilla said wistfully. “He would do it to calm me. Such strong hands, but then I am his princess.”
“Of course you are, sweetheart,” Seeley said indulgently. “I’m going to hang up now and call Cassidy. You make sure they don't destroy my apartment. I know I paid a substantial security deposit, but I don’t want to put it to the test.”
Seeley hung up and scrolled through his phone’s address book until he found Angel Investigations’ number and punched SEND.
“Angel Investigations, we help the hopelessly down-on-your-luck helpless human-type people,” a voice answered.
“Is that all? How about just the hopelessly lost in a sea of case files with the same M.O.?” Seeley asked.
“Angel? Is that you?”
“Nooooo,” Seeley drawled, “This is Seeley Booth. Who’s this?”
“Frankie Jean,” she said a little too perky.
“Frankie Gene? Sounds like a mobster’s name. Were your parents in any way part of a criminal element?”
“No, and I take offense that you would even think that! My parents are good upstanding Christian church-going people,” Frankie said angrily.
Booth’s lips quirked up in a ghost of a smile, “Yeah, I know. Spike and Angel filled me in about the whole team a while ago. I just wanted to hear your reaction.” He chuckled when she harrumphed. “Can you put Cassidy on please?”
“Cassidy, some smart-ass FBI agent wants to talk to you!” Frankie yelled.
Seeley waited while the phone was passed around, then heard Cassidy say, “Hey Booth, it’s still decoding here. I had to stop and create a program that would do the job faster and give you a resulting list of anagrams. So far, I’ve come up with a recipe for sweet potato pie which makes my stomach churn and the instructions to replacing a vacuum cleaner bag, as if those are popular anymore.”
“I don’t even think Angel and Spike know how to work a vacuum,” Seeley mused.
“You’ve seen that bat cave they live in. Does it look like he uses a vacuum? He uses a broom when Spike isn’t using it to – oh, hey! I think we have something,” Cassidy perked up.
“No! No! Go on with what Spike uses a broom for,” Booth prompted.
“Don’t you think the code breaking I’ve spent a whole afternoon on takes precedence over Spike’s use of a broom handle?” Cassidy asked with humor.
“Yes, yes, sorry!” Seeley apologized. “Okay, I’m going home early. Right now in fact. You call Angel tell him about whatever it is you found and after a nice deep-tissue massage and a nap, we’ll deal with whatever it is.”
“Good luck on that nap!” Cassidy teased before she hung up.
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Washington, D.C., Seeley’s Apartment
Seeley walked into his apartment and kicked the door shut. He tossed his briefcase and keys on the counter and toed his shoes off near the door. Walking through the dining room, he saw Spike’s laptop abandoned on the table and the chair askew. He pushed the chair back into place. Loosening his tie, he headed for the living room and stopped short.
Drusilla was wearing one of his T-shirts – albeit, haphazardly – and Angel’s jeans were halfway down his thighs as she bounced on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position. From his perspective, his clothes fit her curves very well. But then, the shirt was bunched up over the top of her breasts. And, she was making those throaty, squeaky moans that went straight to his dick. Yeah, Angel, that idea of pulling away from temptation before I die from it, is working out swell!
Seeley walked over to them as he pulled the knot out of his tie. “Why is it that I’m the one that has to leave for work and you guys stay home and fuck your brains out?”
“Perks of being a vampire, you get to stay in away from the deadly UV rays and pass the time with sex,” Angel answered from behind Drusilla.
“I thought you were a eunuch,” Seeley pondered.
“Insults like that will not get you laid,” Angel groaned as Drusilla squeezed him.
She reached up, wrapped her hand in the two ends of Booth’s tie and tugged him closer. He obliged and leaned down to kiss her. She pulled the tie off and put it around her own neck. He shifted away and stilled her progress when she reached for his pants.
“Wait, Dru. Slow down. I just got home. There’s a progression to this, or so I thought,” Seeley said.
He stood back and his eyes were immediately drawn to her bouncing breasts where the ends of his tie brushed the nipples. Slow progression may have gone out the window with that sight.
Falling to his knees, Seeley moved between Angel’s legs and opened his mouth to flick his tongue over a bouncing nipple. Drusilla moaned and grabbed the back of his head to hold him in position. Seeley wrapped an arm around her waist, the movement causing her back to arch.
“Ahh! God!” the vampires cried out at the change in angle.
Seeley used his other hand to massage Drusilla’s clit and listened to her whimper as she rocked on her Sire’s cock. Angel’s growled and thrust up harder into her, his sacs smacking up against Seeley’s fingers.
Angel shifted around until he lay on the couch and pulled Drusilla away from Seeley to lie against his chest. Then, he raised his knees, spreading her open. Seeley moved to the end of the couch and leaned over to tease Drusilla’s clit with his tongue.
Seeley moved away and used his fingers to massage her clit again while he watched Angel’s cock slide in and out of her. He grabbed the shaft with his free hand and pulled it out of Drusilla. He saw the head glisten with her essence and leaned over to lick them off only to hear a soft growl from Angel. After a few licks, he guided it back into her. Once Angel set up a rhythm, Seeley licked up the underside of Angel’s cock to Drusilla’s vagina and up to her clit again.
“This is a sight I thought I’d never see,” said a British cockney voice from the entryway leading to the bedroom.
From Spike’s vantage point, he saw Angel lying on the couch, his arms around Drusilla as she lay back on his chest and Seeley’s head bobbing between their spread legs. Three faces looked towards Spike and Seeley slowly licked Drusilla’s essence off his lips. The stares made Spike feel like he was prey in only the towel he had wrapped around his waist from the shower.
“Hey, Spike,” Seeley greeted not knowing what else to say.
“Hey,” Spike replied with a raised brow.
“Just got home, and got distracted,” Seeley trailed off as his eyes darted between Spike and watching Angel’s cock move in and out of Drusilla.
“I can see that,” Spike said raising his hand, “Don’t let me stop you. I’ll just go see if Cassidy found out what the tracker had.”
“Didn’t she call you? I told her to call Angel with what she found,” Seeley said.
Spike gave Angel a put upon expression. When Angel shrugged, Spike heaved a sigh and walked over to the couch next to Seeley. He grabbed Angel’s phone off the end table and flipped it open to check Angel’s voicemail.
Seeley abandoned teasing Drusilla for the moment and concentrated on Spike whose towel-clad body was right in front of him. He rubbed his hand along the bulge of Spike’s dick. Then, he pulled the towel away, letting it drop to the floor. Sure, it was an immaculate, polished hard wood floor, but then the couch was plush and fit for a magazine photo shoot until he came home to find Angel and Drusilla having sex on it. Some battles you just have to let go and the sex on the couch peeve may have gone the way of his ruined sheets.
While Spike pushed numbers on the keypad and listened to the recorded messages Angel had accumulated due to his inability to work his voicemail, Seeley stroked his semi-erection.
“You look ready to drop, mate,” Spike said with half an ear to Cassidy’s message.
“Angel? Why didn’t you pick up? You still haven’t figured out your voicemail have you? Damn it! Anyway, Spike, if you get to this, I finally broke that encryption while I was talking to Seeley. That man needs a break. You guys are running him ragged with vampire hours. About the tracking device, I found the vicinity it originated from. You guys will have to do some leg work. That is, if you can stay away from each other long enough to actually work. I’ll send the coordinates to your laptop and Booth’s phone.”
“End of message,” an automated voice said.
“According to Cassidy, you need a break,” Spike said.
Seeley slumped back against the couch. Did he need a break? He felt like he’d been a member of the walking dead for the last few days. Walking dead, Seeley laughed to himself considering who his present company was.
Spike grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Seeley shuffled his feet as he followed Spike to his bedroom. The sounds of Angel and Drusilla’s grunts and moans echoed in his mind. Maybe he could talk Spike into that massage Drusilla promised him.
Spike shut the door when they entered the bedroom and Seeley started to take his shirt off. Spike reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. He tugged them down and pushed Seeley back to sit on the bed. He helped take the shirt off and then grabbed Booth’s pant leg and flipped him back onto the mattress to remove his pants.
“Spike, I can take my clothes off. I don’t need help,” Seeley protested even though he didn’t move to stop him.
“Just lay there and shut up,” Spike said as he tossed the clothes to the side.
Seeley cringed at the state of his clothes crumpled in the corner. “Spike, you need to fold those and hang them up.”
“Forget about the clothes, Booth,” Spike sighed in exasperation. “Just crawl into bed and sleep for a few hours. I’ll have Angel make you something to eat before we go out tonight.”
Seeley looked at him strangely. “When did you get to be so bossy? What did Cassidy say in that message?”
“That we were running you ragged trying to keep up with us and your job. You’re human. You can’t handle our work schedule and yours,” Spike said.
“I can too,” Seeley said petulantly with a pout.
“You and Angel both think the whole world rests on your shoulders when it doesn’t,” Spike started to say.
“There’s a killer out there, Spike. I have to catch him before he hurts others. I swore an oath to protect the citizens of this country as an Army Ranger and as an FBI agent,” Seeley said tiredly.
“We’ll get him, pet. After you have some decent sleep,” Spike assured him.
“Massage . . . Drusilla said you would give me a massage,” Seeley added as an afterthought.
Spike’s lips quirked up in a smirk. “She did, did she?”
Seeley rolled onto his stomach and Spike climbed onto the bed, straddling the human body. Once he was relaxed, Spike worked his fingers into the tense muscles of Booth’s back and shoulders, earning a groan or sigh as the body under him sank into the mattress.
“Good hands,” Booth sighed into the pillow.
“You really are tense. Is something going on at work, besides cracking this case?” Spike asked.
“Just haven’t been able to relax lately, can’t imagine why,” Seeley said.
“Well, you just let ol’ Spike take care of you. You know what you need, pet?”
“What’s that?” Seeley asked into the pillow. Though, it sounded like “Whassat?”
“A really good orgasm,” Spike said wryly.
“Is sex your answer to everything?”
“Pretty much, but only because it works,” Spike shrugged and continued the massage. All he received was an ‘hmmm’ and then a few minutes later, he heard Booth’s breathing even out signifying that he was asleep.
Spike slid off the bed, careful not to wake Booth and tiptoed out of the bedroom. In the living room, Angel and Drusilla were curled up on the couch watching TV. Apparently, their needs were taken care of. However, Spike was still semi-hard, as per usual for him of late. The little time he spent with Booth hadn’t helped matters.
“Are you going to take care of that?” Angel asked, glancing between Spike’s groin and his face.
Spike shrugged and grabbed the towel off the floor where it dropped earlier. Ignoring Angel’s smirk, he walked away to find a change of clothes.
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