'Twas the night before the apocalypse, and all through the forest, not a creature was stirring, except for one mouse.

*Squeal, thump, splat, suck*

"Yummmmmyy!!"

'Twas the night before the apocalypse, and all through the forest, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

"Jesus, Spike! That's *disgusting*!"

Spike, Mr Nature Boy for the night, licked his lips and threw the corpse of the unfortunate mouse over his shoulder.

"Hey! I'm roughing it in the wild, okay!" he retorted with a big grin. "Look at me! It's just like the vampires of old must've done!"

Doyle looked at Spike with a raised eyebrow. "Vampires of old used to eat mice in the wilderness?" he asked. "And *enjoyed* it?"

Spike drew himself up proudly and deflated a second later when the tang of mouse blood revisited his tastebuds.

"EWKKK!!" he yelled in disgust, spitting all over the ground. "Okay! So it's disgusting! I wasn't bred for this kind of life."

Before he could discuss the subject any further, a looming black shadow and its less intimidating companion emerged from behind a clump of trees and trudged up to them.

"Hi, Angel," greeted Spike, eyeing the vampire up and down appreciatively. "How's it hanging?"

Angel looked up gloomily. "Well, today I saved the world, averted an apocalypse, saved an impoverished young blond girl who conveniently reminded me of Buffy...but really, who cares about poor me?"

Doyle rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, man. You're just the life of the party, aren't you?"

"There's no party in my poor, tortured life, Doyle," replied Angel who trudged over to a rock and sat down for a good brood.

"Well, there's nothing like you for a conversational icebreaker, is there," commented Wesley sarcastically, rolling his eyes to suggest he'd had to put up with Angel's sparkling personality the entire trip there.

"Why are you here again?" asked Spike to the ex-watcher with more than a hint of rudeness in his voice. "Still pretending you've grown a pair and are heroically fighting demons and giving the finger to the Watchers?"

"Still pretending you're not impotent as far as vampires go?" rebutted Wesley who quickly ran over to join Doyle before the conversation could go further.

"Oh, look," moaned Angel from his position on the rock, "all my friends are fighting. That would be right. Not that I really have friends. Poor me, all alone..."

"Aw, give us a hug!" teased Doyle, who walked over to slide himself into the vampire's lap. "I'll be your big cuddly security blanket," he added with a leer.

Within half a second Doyle was flat on his back on the ground and Spike was sitting in Angel's lap, looking for all appearances like he *hadn't* just pushed the half-demon through the air out of jealousy.

"I can cheer you up, my sire," he purred, stroking Angel's chest through his dark clothes. "Have I ever mentioned how sexy you look in black?"

"My soul's black...matches my clothes..." commented Angel and sighed.

The remaining three companions who weren't currently in Martyr Land, exchanged glances and decided it was time to begin their journey through the forest which would lead them to the Annual Demonic Gathering.

"Time to leave," declared Doyle aloud, pulling Spike roughly off Angel's lap.

Angel nodded gloomily, hardly noticing the fingernail fight which had begun between his two suitors. He spun on his heel, his black trenchcoat flying behind him in that sexy and impressive way it does, and off into the blackness of the forest he went.

Well..." murmured Wesley after the remaining three companions had controlled their growing erections. "If he's good at something, then it's *definitely* exits."

And on that note, they hurried on into the darkness.

* * *

A few hours of solid walking had passed with relatively little incident. A few scrag fights between Doyle and Spike took place over Angel's attention, a lone demon attacked the party and was promptly killed by Wesley in a fluke move with the battleaxe after Angel was too busy fending off sexual advances from his two lovers, and Angel was finally told off by the group for being too depressing for words and was forced by group consensus to cheer up a little.

Finally, they all paused for a rest and wandered off in different directions, some for food, some for a toilet break, and some just to get a beauty routine in. All of a sudden a piecing inhuman scream assaulted the air. Angel spun around, recognising the voice of his childe and had his battleaxe at the ready for a fight. But there was no attacker visible.

"Spike! What's wrong?!" he yelled, rushing up to his companion. "Why're you clutching your head? Is it a demon possession? Doyle's visions transmigrating? What? WHAT?!

Spike looked up, his face even paler than usual, a look of terror spread across his features. Angel grabbed him by his shoulders and stared deep into his eyes.

"Are you there, Spike?" he yelled. "Is that still you inside?!"

The sound of shattering glass resonated in the air, and Angel looked down at his feet where a broken mirror now lay in a million tiny pieces.

"Was it a possession by reflection?" he asked desperately. "Did you see your fate? What, Spike, WHAT?!"

Spike looked up and stared blankly into Angel's eyes, shock and despair registering in their dark depths.

"My..." he began, barely able to expel the words. "My...roots are showing!"

Angel's expression froze as Spike fell to his knees, clutching the older vampire's legs for support. Angel looked down at the sight.

"Your *roots* are showing?" he said monotonously. "Please tell me you're *not* talking about your hair."

Spike flinched at the words. "You mean...you can tell?!" he gasped. "It's *that* obvious?! NOOOOOOOOO!!"

"If I might interrupt," interjected Wesley, infinitely amused by the situation now it had been clarified. "How exactly, Spike, can you see your reflection to tell your roots are coming through?"

"Magic...mirror..." moaned Spike and buried his shamed head in Angel's groin, knowing a good opportunity when he saw one.

Angel closed his eyes and began quietly moaning as lips began moving against the material of his pants, and a mouth joined with his. His eyes shot open in confusion and he received a close up view of Doyle's face pressed close to his. The sounds coming from both men attached to him seemed strange and his eyes twirled in their sockets as he tried to see what was happening. He took in the sight of Doyle rhythmically kicking Spike in the back and Spike in return pinching the legs behind him.

"Doyle! Spike!" he exclaimed in disapproval as he pushed both of them away. "Why can't you two get along? Is it me? Am I a bad influence?" His characteristic brood spread across his features. "Maybe I should leave and live in solitude, sad and alone...Might be best for everyone..."

"NO!" yelled two voices simultaneously and Angel was flattened to the ground.

"We'll play nice!" promised Spike, nodding his head frantically up and down. "I'll...um...cook us all a nice pot of blood for dinner...to be helpful...and some human food stuff for Doyle."

Doyle's features spread into an overly huge smile of gratitude. "Why, Spike, that's so kind of you!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet. "Here, let me help you up and I'll go gather some 'human food' as we should really help each other out."

The two companions walked off in different directions, one to the ice cooler and one to a backpack of food. A few moments of scurrying around came up with a packet of crisps for Doyle and Wesley, and still nothing from Spike.

"OK," Spike said, raising his head from peering in the ice cooler to shoot an accusative glare at Angel. "Who forgot to pack the blood bags?"

"Oh, that's right, of course it'd be me," moaned Angel, dropping his head into his hands in dejection. "Forgetful, senile, me. Of course..."

Spike rolled his eyes at the melodramatic display.

"So was that meant to mean you *did* forget them?"

Angel opened his mouth, pulled an expression that suggested he was about to embark on another frolic through the Land of Mope, and was quickly interrupted by Spike again.

"Yes or no, Angel. Just give me a yes or no."

"No," mumbled Angel, feeling a little put out that he missed a chance to brood martyredly. "I didn't forget them. I packed them. Though why bother believ-"

"Ok, ok, man!" blurted Doyle, sensing Angel was getting on a roll again. "So what happened to them then?"

The four companions looked around and all as one noticed a hideous smell emanating from the nearby woods, a smell that could well have been burning blood. Angel motioned for silence and crept towards the trees.

"I suppose I'll check it out," he whispered. "I mean, who cares if I die anyway?"

He crept stealthily over broken twigs and pushed branches away to reveal the thief.

"Lindsey!"

The young man squatting next to a little campfire and tin pot looked up, startled.

"Angel!" he exclaimed, with somewhat forced surprise. "What are you doing here? How unexpected!"

Angel shot him an unbelieving look.

"Unexpected, in that you didn't think we'd come looking for the blood bags you just stole from our cooler?"

Lindsey, as a lawyer, managed to fake one of the most convincing expressions of shock and innocence ever witnessed.

"I would never!" he denied venomously.

Angel walked up to the man and delicately picked an empty plastic bag off the ground.

"So this empty blood bag you were...keeping your dinner in?" he asked with an expressionless face that still managed to convey great disbelief. "Why are you lying to me, Lindsey?" he asked. "Is it just me? Am I not worthy to tell the truth to?"

Lindsey rolled his eyes as he was well familiar with Angel's personality.

"Oh, fine," the lawyer finally admitted, trying to subtly knock the tin off the fire. "I stole them. Um, I needed blood for..."

"A demonic rite?" finished Angel.

"NO!"

Angel kept staring in his unnerving way until Lindsey finally gave in.

"Oh, *ok*, it's a demonic rite," Lindsey admitted sheepishly, trying to throw dirt into the fire to put it out. "Just a little one, I swear!"

Angel sighed. "I think you have a problem," he said after a moment's contemplation. "Demonic rites can be quite addictive."

"I'm not addicted!" babbled Lindsey, standing up and accidentally knocking the blood over the mossy ground at his feet. "I can quit anytime! Really!"

Angel walked up and put his arm supportively around Lindsey's shoulder.

"It's okay to admit you have a problem," he said sympathetically. "I have lots of problems, you know. It's quite amazing I'm still walking around and am not locked up in a mental institution somewhere..."

Lindsey nodded his agreement absentmindedly. "It's only a little Rite of L'arhn, you know," he said, trying to talk down the matter. "It's not really hardcore. Hardly counts."

"Demonic Rites are Demonic Rites," Angel replied philosophically, and quietly led the man in the direction of the trees from which he had come. Lindsey nodded dejectedly and allowed himself to be led out through the trees and into the sight of Wesley, Spike and Doyle.

"Lindsey?!" exclaimed Wesley, upon sighting the lawyer. "What's he doing here?" he asked, directing the question at Angel.

"And more importantly," added Spike, rubbing his stomach. "Does he have our blood bags?"

Angel looked back and forth between the two men before answering.

"He did have the blood bags but they're gone now-"

Spike groaned.

"Suppose I'll have to go and get take away if delivery's no longer an option," he whined.

"Spike!" exclaimed Wesley in disgust. "You can't kill people!"

"Why not? I don't have a soul. I'm evil," he added smugly.

"Yes," replied Wesley, shaking away the response with his hand. "But you *can't* kill people."

Spike considered his disabling chip implant for a moment. "Ah, *crap*," he swore with deep feeling. "Fine, I'll go fine myself a cow or something," he said and disappeared off into the trees.

"So why is Lindsey here?" pitched in Doyle's voice, dragging the conversation back to the presence of the lawyer. "I didn't think we were buddies with him. Or are we? Can't keep track..."

Angel shrugged his huge shoulders.

"We are at the moment. He's in need. He's got an addiction and he's going to travel with us as his support group."

"No, I'm not!" objected Lindsey, trying to run off into the trees, but the fact he was currently hanging by the shirt collar about a foot off the ground, supported by Angel's hand, stopped him slightly.

"Yes, you are," replied Angel firmly. "We'll help you rehabilitate."

"But...' protested Lindsey once again. "I'm not going to the Annual Demonic Gathering!"

"How did you know that's where we're going?" asked Doyle teasingly. "And why did you mention it, period?"

"Um..." stammered Lindsey. "Ok, I was going, but now I shouldn't go near it if I'm in rehab!" It's too much temptation!"

Angel shook his head. "If we let you travel on your own then you'll just be going anyway, so you're staying with us." He stared pointedly. "And that's final."

And the decision was made.

"I hate to bring it up again," said Wesley after a silence. "But what are we doing about food? I'm starving."

Lindsey cleared his throat apologetically.

"Um, well as it's my fault and all," he began, reaching into his suit pants for his mobile phone, "I can organise the food."

"What?" asked Spike, who had heard the lawyer's words after giving up on hunting animals after only one minute. "Are we getting delivery in the middle of a forest?" His tone was sarcastic but Lindsey just nodded.

"Yes," he admitted. "We are. Wolfram and Hart are a diverse organisation. We can get anything, anytime. Food deliveries included." He allowed himself a slight smug expression to couple his words. He dialed a number and waited. "Yes, Lindsey from Wolfram and Hart here," he said into the mouthpiece as the other end answered. "I'd like...pizza?" He directed the question at his companions and all nodded, Angel mumbling some comment about not liking olives.

"...Pizza, yes," confirmed Lindsey into the phone. "Um, make that one Hawaiian, one with everything-"

"...but no olives."

"Ok, Angel, but no olives," continued Lindsey. "And-"

"No meat," interrupted Spike. As all turned to stare at him incredulously, he just shrugged his shoulders. "What? Whoever heard of mouse blood and salami going together? Yuk!"

"-And give us a vegetarian pizza, too," added Lindsey to the list. "And, actually, make that another one with the lot," he said, nodded to Doyle for confirmation.

The half-demon smiled his acceptance of the choice. "I'm eating for two species," he said, and patted his stomach.

"Ok, that's all the food?" asked Lindsey to the group. All nodded. "Ok, he continued into the phone, "we'll also have beer and blood, too. Oh, make that long life blood, would you? We're traveling." He mumbled a few confirmations into the phone. "Yeah...no, AB-negative if you've got it..."

Spike shouted in glee. "Classy and rare," he exclaimed in admiration of Lindsey's choice. "We're living the high life here!"

"Regular blood connoisseur you are," mumbled Wesley.

"Hey!" protested Spike at the sarcasm in Wesley's voice. "I know my blood. AB-negative...ooohhh...thick and rich. Tingle's on your palate on the way down..." He sighed at the memory of his last experience with the blood type.

Meanwhile, Lindsey was still in deliberations on the phone over the blood order.

"Yes, AB-negative and some AB-positive for backup... Fresh, of course. It's for drinking... Native or foreign?" He looked up at Angel and Spike for help. Both mouthed the word 'foreign'. "Ok, foreign. More expensive? That's fine, put it on my tab... Straight red or diluted? Straight red, thanks... *Latte*?! No, just 'as is' thanks..."

He cut off the connection with the deliverers as the order was over.

"So, Lindsey," asked Doyle in a curious tone. "How exactly are they going to know where to deliver all that?"

The other three members nodded their agreement at the question. Lindsey just smiled.

"They have mind sensors - can tell were anyone is anytime. It's a scary thought if used for my business, but quite helpful for food deliveries. You'd be surprised how many of our mind sensors are employed in the food industry..."

Doyle raised his eyebrows in interest at the trivia fact, and sat down on a rock. "Tell me more," he said, a slight lustful smirk crossing his face as he motioned to and then patted a nearby rock.

Spike made an immature little 'OoooOOH!' noise at the newly found couple. "Well, I don't need to stay and watch you two flirting like monkeys - I'm off for a swim!"

Angel stared at him. "Where?" he asked.

Spike was already halfway through ripping his clothes off as he stumbled through the trees. "Half a mile. Passed it looking for food. Wanna come?"

Angel looked over at Lindsey who was engrossed in sensuously feeling up Doyle's demon face, over to Wesley who had found carvings on a nearby tree and was having the time of his life trying to decipher them, and back to Spike. "Yeah, why not."

The two vampires made their way through the densely packed woods, Spike wishing he hadn't stripped naked so early as now he was feeling every bramble and twig scratch and dig into very personal areas of his body. Finally they reached the lake; a beautiful, moonlit pool of mirror-like water.

"Ain't it romantic?" Spike cooed and dived in with a huge splash, breaking the surface of the water and ruining the calming effect the lake had held.

Angel began undressing himself and slowly waded into the cool water, swimming when he was deep enough in until he reached Spike. He curved his long arms around his childe and in response Spike pulled himself up to straddle himself around Angel's waist. The younger vampire leaned down and kissed his sire hard, a day of sexual frustration bubbling to the surface. Angel responded with equal force, his cock hard already and eager to enter the vampire upon him. He grabbed hold of Spike's thin waist and lifted him up, positioning him properly before letting him fall down hard, impaling him. Spike moaned loud and dug his fingers into Angel's back, not from pain but from arousal. Slowly he began grinding his hips up and down, bringing them both closer and closer to climax, until finally Angel reached between them and began stroking Spike's cock hard, bringing the vampire shooting into release, Angel joining him as the spasm overtook them both.

They fell back into the water, floating on the surface for a moment. Finally, Angel pulled himself upright and began wading back to the bank of the lake. Spike looked over and quickly swam after him.

"Hey! Where're you going?" he yelled after the older vampire.

Angel turned his head. "Back to the tent. It'll be dawn soon."

Spike glanced up at the sky. "Wait for me!"

He ran after Angel and they both grabbed their clothes and made their way back to the camp. Upon reaching it, they noticed the others had already set their tents up and the food and drink had arrived. Lindsey was lying outside his tent in what was quite obviously a post-sex afterglow moment of smugness, Doyle was lying next to him, gently kissing him on the mouth, and Wesley was completing an in depth linguistic study of the manufacturer's information on the metal poles of his tent. Angel didn't have the heart to tell him it was written in Modern English. Sometimes the obvious is so hard to see.

Doyle looked up upon noticing the two vampires return. His expression darkened as he noticing their state of undress and the huge grin on Spike's face. Deliberately, he pretended he hadn't noticed them and began trailing a line of gentle kisses down Lindsey's chest, down his stomach, until his mouth made contact with the lawyer's cock. Lindsey's eyes narrowed in lust as he followed Doyle's movements with his eyes, not noticing or caring that they had an audience. Doyle grinned up lasciviously and licked a long path around Lindsey's cock, closing his mouth and increasing the suction when he heard the young man moan in response. He continued running his tongue around the sides, further up until his mouth was tight on the tip, and then he sucked hard, lowering his head over and down the cock, pulling it further and further into his mouth until it was completely engulfed. Lindsey's hips buckled roughly at the oral assault and he came with a deep yell, his head thrusting back into the ground underneath him.

Doyle licked his lips and, making sure Angel was still watching him, swallowed noticeably. He pulled himself up to reach Lindsey's head and lay there a moment, stroking his hand through the lawyer's hair. He then quickly gave him one last, lingering kiss, stood up and purposefully stalked off into his tent.

"I better go see what all that was about," said Angel with a frown, ignoring Spike's determined pulling on his arm as he tried to direct the vampire into his own tent. Angel broke free and Spike went crashing to the ground in a pile.

"Fine, you go!" yelled Spike after him, his sexual frustration having returned full-pelt after Doyle and Lindsey's performance. "But I'll be waiting in my tent for you so you better come back!"

Angel nodded and upon reaching Doyle's tent, he knelt down and crawled through. The young man was lying with his back to the door flap, in a sulk.

"Doyle, what's wrong?" Angel asked, pulling his body to the back of the tent, to curl himself behind the half-demon. "Is it me, again? What did I do this time?"

Doyle rose to a sitting position and gave what could only be described as a pout. "You went off with Spike," he muttered.

Angel recognised the underlying accusation and raised an eyebrow. "Well, you went off with Lindsey..."

"Beside the point," scowled Doyle, who stared determinedly at a spot on the tent wall. Angel reached a hand over to stroke the man's hair softly, and Doyle turned around in disgust. "You expect me to have sex with you when I'm not even talking to you?!"

"I'll wait till you're talking to me," replied Angel with a slight smile of humour.

"I've got a headache," said Doyle stubbornly and turned himself further away.

"No, you don't," noted Angel, who just moved himself around to be closer to Doyle's face.

"Yes, I do!" yelled back Doyle, clutching at his head. "Just now! Suddenly! Oooh! Ahhh! Ouch! It hurts!! It's a vision one!! I get them *all* the time, you know!!"

Angel just sat back and looked at the half-demon with an expression that suggested he wasn't falling for it. "Oh, come on, Doyle. You know I love you," he whispered as he leaned close to the man's ear. "It's not like any of us are exclusive."

Doyle shrugged his shoulders and stopped his pretend headache, having realised way back in the discussion that he didn't really have a point of argument. "Yeah, I suppose..." he mumbled, shivering slightly as Angel blew a gentle breeze on his exposed neck. He turned towards the vampire and smiled seductively. "How about you have a go of making it up to me?"

Angel let a slow, feline smile stretch across his features. "I love it when you know what you want, Doyle," he murmured, his voice low and throaty. Doyle shivered again as Angel raised his hand up to stroke a path across the man's cheek. The half-demon blushed and momentarily lost control of his body, as it had been a while since he had been treated to Angel's seduction techniques.

"AHHHHH! OUCH!!"

Doyle quickly reverted back to human form and began apologising profusely at the vampire whom he had just skewered through the hand.

"Ah, Christ, man, I'm sorry!" he babbled, clutching Angel's hand and ripping a piece off a sheet to bandage the injury. "It was an accident!"

"Don't worry about it, Doyle," replied Angel, who motioned to the fact the wound was already healing. "I've got another hand."

Doyle let a grin of relief spread over his features and his usual teasing nature returned. "So...anything you want to do with that other hand?" he asked, waggling an eyebrow.

Angel smirked and reached his left hand over to the young man and roughly pulled down his pants. Doyle sighed contentedly and lay back against his sheet, waiting for the vampire to begin. And immediately he did. Slowly he began stroking the length of Doyle's cock, letting his fingers slide against the testicles underneath, smiling to himself as he heard Doyle's faint moans of arousal. He increased his strokes, curling his hand further around the length and pumping up and down until the cock was fully erect. Doyle's hips thrust up into the grip as Angel's movements increased in vigor and speed, the long fingers around his cock teasing the underside and down to his testicles once again, and then back up to twirl fast patterns around the tip. Soon Angel sensed Doyle was ready to come and reached his now healed right hand down to grab hold of Doyle's testicles and squeezed firmly, doing the same with his hand around the man's cock, and Doyle yelled out in climax as he came hard at the pressure.

Angel lay back next to Doyle for a moment, stroking his chest lightly. "I have to go back to Spike," he said apologetically.

Doyle scrunched his face into a scowl, but he really couldn't bring the negative feelings to the surface. "Ah, fine," he replied finally, "I'm sated." He grinned and closed his eyes.

Angel kissed him lightly on the mouth and crept out of the tent, running across the ground under the light sky of a fast approaching dawn.

* * *

Darkness fell across the sky and slowly the camp stirred. Wesley was already awake and about, having had a go at reheating pizza over the campfire. Slowly the remaining members came out from their tents and ate their breakfast.

"Apocalypse happened during the day," commented Wesley matter-of-factly as they ate.

Angel looked up in surprise. "I slept through it?" he asked, feeling a little silly.

"Damn inconvenient, having them during the day," commented Spike critically, stuffing his pizza down like there's no tomorrow. Which there very nearly wasn't.

"Yeah," continued Wesley. "The ground shook-"

Doyle chuckled. "No wonder none of us thought that was out of the ordinary last night," he grinned.

Wesley just rolled his eyes and continued his recital of events.

"So, the ground shook, a couple of demons spurted out of a hell mouth thingy, and then it was probably Buffy or someone who stopped it all." He chewed his pizza for a moment. "You know, the norm."

The others nodded.

"So we missed averting that apocalypse," mumbled Doyle. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll catch the next one. Dime a dozen they are."

The others nodded again and quickly they all finished breakfast, packed the remaining leftovers and organised themselves until they were all once again on their way. Doyle walked ahead with Angel and Spike ran up to join them.

"Heard you were feeling a little blue last night," teased Spike, grinning at his own joke.

Doyle just glared at him and made a show of groping Angel's arse just because he could. Spike's grin disappeared and the vampire fell back in the procession to avoid further discussion. It was not long before a girlish scream pierced the air and this time Angel didn't bother reaching for his weapon.

"Whatsit this time, Spike?" he asked, turning around to eye the vampire. "Out of hairdye? Fingernail broke?"

Spike shot him a dirty look and pointed to his head.

"Can't you tell?!" he yelled. "Look at my hair!"

"Bad hair day?" suggested Doyle, who ruffled his own hair to mimic the look Spike was going for that morning. "Yeah, well, I would have thought you would know better than to fall asleep on wet hair." He shook his head in a display of mock disappointment. "So use hairgel."

Spike stood looked dejected and held his hands out in front of his body.

"I'm all out!" he cried with a pitiful look. "*Me*! *I've* actually run out!" He looked up with a tiny glimmer of hope registering in his eyes. "I don't suppose...anyone has a spare can?"

Four hands reached for four cans simultaneously and thrust them in front of Spike's face.

Gee, guys," gushed Spike, momentarily taken aback. "What can I say...?!"

Lindsey gave what passed for a kind smile and patted the vampire on the back. "Hey, don't mention it. We all understand," he said, trying unsuccessfully to run his hand through his own gel-thickened hair. "Here, take mine," he offered, pushing the can into Spike's hand. "We get them ordered in bulk down at Wolfram and Hart, anyway."

Angel spun his head to face the lawyer. "And you didn't offer to steal any for me?" he said accusingly.

"Well," shrugged Lindsey, having the decency to understand the woes of a true gel-addict when he saw one. "What with us all being evil lawyers and all, we need *all* the gel for presentation..." Angel kept staring at him, the beginnings of a very uncharacteristic pout forming on his bottom lip. "Look!" protested Lindsey. "It's not that easy! They keep the supplies as heavily guarded as the secret documents and weapons and...er...forget I mentioned the documents and weapons for a moment will you...?" He cleared his throat and, through years of professional training, smoothly began again. "At Wolfram and Hart, we consider our gel-supplies as important. Heavily guarded. Necessary." He sighed as Angel's expression didn't change. "Look, Angel, I need about fourteen pink forms, twelve yellow and one black, just to get *myself* a carton of the stuff!"

Angel nodded, though not very convincingly. "Don't see why you can't just break in and steal some for me..."

"Why don't you break in and steal some for yourself?" retorted Lindsey defensively. "It's not like I don't know last time you broke in you only took the Prophesy Scroll just because you thought it was the container for a hair-curler!"

"I did not!" Angel exclaimed. "And, oh look, there's a convenient demon for me to bash up so I don't have to finish this conversation!"

He ran off quickly into the woods, leaving his companions grinning. Unfortunately, this also left Spike and Doyle without their object of lust.

"So..." said Spike as he sauntered up to Doyle as they all walked on their way. "How about we call it a truce. What'dya say?"

Doyle raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "You expect me to believe that you suddenly want to be friends?"

"Yeah!" grinned Spike, and pulled the half-demon close. "You're only half-human, so that's always good, and sex makes the heart grow fonder and all that..." He leered suggestively.

"Why, Spike?" persisted Doyle, not willing to be quite *that* easy.

Spike tried to cut the words off with a kiss but Doyle pushed him away. "Nothing's happening till you explain your change of heart."

Spike rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in surrender.

"Ok!" he said in defense. "So maybe I saw you doing Lindsey last night and wanted to try out that mouth for myself..."

Doyle raised an eyebrow and a grin stretched across his features. "*You* want *me*?" he asked, incredulously. "No ulterior motive...nothing but you think I'm good in bed?"

"You gonna talk or suck me, demon boy?" asked Spike by way of an answer.

Doyle laughed. "My mouth's tired from all the exercise it had last night," he replied teasingly. As Spike's expression drooped, he continued on. "So I reckon maybe you should just screw me."

Spike's eyebrows shot to his hairline, which was quite an achievement. Smirking widely, his cock already taking an interest in the proceedings, Spike grabbed Doyle but the collar and pulled him into a thick patch of trees nearby, yelling at Lindsey and Wesley that they'll catch up. Doyle had barely caught his breath before he was slammed up against an oak tree and his pants were suddenly around his ankles.

"Woah man, slow down!" he cried, laughing slightly at he did so. "What's yer hurry?!"

Spike grinned. "My cock is my hurry," he replied, pointing down to his now freed erection. "Blame it on him, not me."

Doyle chuckled and braced his arms against the tree trunk, preparing for the inevitable invasion. And soon it came as Spike pushed himself slowly up inside the man, surprisingly gently for so rash a creature. Doyle moaned low.

"Bit faster..." he mumbled as he pushed himself back to take the full length of Spike deep within him. He heard a snort of amusement behind him and soon the thrusting began, hard and fast. Doyle grabbed hold of the wood under his hands and braced himself firmer and Spike held his hips and pushed himself in and out, from base to tip, over and over again. Doyle's moans grew louder as his own cock strained out and the feel of Spike's hand curving around it caused him to spasm all his muscles. Spike yelled loud as Doyle's muscles were clenched around his cock, and he began pumping his hand quickly over the half-demon's cock, bringing them up to orgasm as they thrust together in one scream.

* * *

Ten minutes later and after a fair bit of running, Spike and Doyle caught up to Wesley and Lindsey, noticing Angel had not returned. They walked on for a while longer, light conversation flowing between them all until a comfortable silence once again reigned.

A few minutes later Angel appeared out of the woods and rejoined them, yet he stopped in his tracks as he did so.

"Where's Lindsey?" asked Angel as silence fell over the group. Four pairs of eyes scanned around the nearby surroundings, all noticing through the trees the faint wisps of smoke coming from a ditch in the near distance.

"OooOoO!" Spike cooed nastily. "Lawyer boy's in trouuuuble!"

The four companions headed towards to rising smoke, pushing their way through branches and brambles to come out on a slight clearing.

"Oh," said Lindsey innocently as he stood up to notice the four arrivals. "Hi. Um, I was just making a campfire for us all..."

Angel stepped forward and gave a long poignant stare at the large pentagram burning around the lawyer.

"Campfire?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lindsey quickly hid the Dagger of Necromancy behind his back.

"Yes," he clarified. "Campfire." He bobbed his head up and down a few times to try and add enthusiasm to his fast-diminishing argument. "Fire and wood equals campfire."

Angel sighed and shook his head sadly.

"You're conducting a Demonic Rite, aren't you, Lindsey?"

"No, I'm not!" protested the lawyer, subtly trying to throw the Dagger of Necromancy in with his leftover pizza.

"Oh!" Spike cried melodramatically, raising one hand to his forehead in a feint. "Don't tell me the lawyer *lied* to us?! That seems so unlike him *and* his profession!"

Doyle snorted a chuckle but quickly composed himself when Angel shot him a disapproving look.

"Lindsey has a problem," the vampire said. "He needs our help."

"Yes, I agree," added Wesley, walking up to put a comforting arm around Lindsey's shoulders. "It's a serious condition, you know, being addicted to Demonic Rites. I've seen it many times."

"Suck," mumbled Doyle while Spike made kissing noises with his lips and eyed Angel's arse.

Angel shot a disapproving look at them both and they ran off back to the trail. Once the others had joined up with them and they were on their way again, conversation turned to who they were likely to meet up with when they made it to the Gathering. Lindsey had quite reliable information involving groups of demons, lawyers and various good and bad heroes. Angel nodded his agreement and Wesley just snorted.

"Why does there always have to be organisations involved in everything?" he asked the group in general. "I mean, they're all evil and corrupt and dominating and pushy..."

Lindsey looked confused at Wesley.

"Aren't you a Watcher?" he asked. "That's an organisation."

"I shun the Watchers."

"But..."

"I SHUN THEM!"

Lindsey quickly held his hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok!" he cried with a small smile.

"So, Wesley," interrupted Spike, his mouth half full with cold pizza. "I like this whole Anti-Authority thing you've got going. Suits you," he said, eyeing the man up and down appreciatively.

Wesley snorted and pulled a face. Doyle and Angel suppressed their grins while watching the interaction.

"I am independent!" yelled Wesley, deeming this moment the right one to clarify his position. "I fight on the side of Good! I shun domineering authoritarian organisations! Rights for the Individual! Rights for the Employee!"

Spike took a step back, caught eye contact with Angel and made 'He's-Gone-Mad' taps on the side of his head while motioning at Wesley, who was well and truly enthused with his speech.

"The Watchers had no respect for me!" Wesley continued on, falling happily into his rant. "No respect for their workers! They were...were..." He searched for a suitably evocative and demeaning phrase to express himself.

"...a bad bunch of bastards?" suggested Angel helpfully.

"...Discriminative against Demons?" said Doyle, eager to join in.

"...Silly, puncy humans?" yelled Spike with a wide, enthusiastic grin.

Everyone shot him a look and his rolled his eyes and returned to his cold pizza.

Lindsey stepped forward and put on his best lawyer's face.

"...Ignorant of your needs, liable for damages, emotional or physical, responsible for withholding your right to establish a Watcher's Union?" he asked.

The four watching companions stared at him in silence.

"Did I ever mention how attractive you are when you talk like that?" said Angel, his voice lowering a few octaves in arousal.

"Hey!" yelled Spike, breaking the mood. "I saw him first! I saw him first!" He ran forward and pushed the lawyer to the ground, straddling his waist tightly. "You're a beautifully evil little lawyer boy, aren't you?" he purred, eyeing Lindsey's throat hungrily.

"Spike!" yelled Angel, rushing forward to pull his companion off the prone lawyer. "First of all, you *didn't* see him first, *I* did...And second, were you just going to kill him?"

"NO!" protested Spike, his face full of innocence. "I don't want to kill him...I just want to suck on him..." He leered at Lindsey. "Though, I'm not saying he wouldn't make a kickass vampire..."

"Spike!" chastised Angel, staring warningly at the smaller vampire.

"Well, he would," replied Spike defensively. "It could do us vamps a world of good having a *lawyer* on our side."

"Make yourself a Vampire's Union, then," mumbled Wesley vaguely.

Spike froze and slowly a grin stretched across his features. He turned his head to look Lindsey in the eye. "Can I do that?" he asked.

Lindsey's expression slowly broke into an award-winning smile. "With me as your lawyer, I'd like to see anyone try to stop you," he replied.

"Oh, come *on*..." began Angel in disbelief but was shushed by the other four members of the group.

"You're just jealous because you can't join my Vampire's Union, what with you having a soul," said Spike, baiting him.

"Wouldn't want to," retorted Angel with a glare. "Though it would be amusing to see the other vampires kick you out of their dinners, forcing you to form a subcommittee for Supernatural Impotents."

"You know..." interrupted Wesley before a fight began, a different glow present in his eyes that wasn't there before. "I see the future-"

"So do I," interjected Doyle, feeling he was being ignored. "Bloody hurts!"

Wesley shot him a dirty look and continued, loosing momentum somewhat. "As I was saying," he began again. "I see the future...and the future is Union!"

Wesley had found his calling.

He spun around to face Angel and grabbed him by his shoulders. "You *can* have a Union!" he cried determinedly. "You can be in charge of the...Rights For Humans Union!"

Spike raised an eyebrow, infinitely amused by Wesley's transformation. "I'd have thought Martyrs Union would've suited him more," he commented. "Though then again, he'd probably think himself unworthy to run it..."

Doyle chuckled and rushed forwards to grab hold on Wesley's shoulder and spin him around. "What about me? I want one too!"

Wesley thought for a moment. "You can be in charge of the Prophets Union," he declared majestically.

"Oh, yeah!" cried Doyle. "That sounds impressive! Much better than the Migraines Anonymous Union I thought you might say."

And so the happy and empowered group continued on their way through the woods, egos content.

Angel, meanwhile, was spending a lot more time hanging around Lindsey, discussing the ins and outs of the legal system.

"So, tell me once again," he asked the young lawyer. "How does 'Angel Investigations' get around not having a license?"

"Well, firstly, there's no precedent, so you will be a stable case to argue. Prima facie, 'Angel Investigations' is an honest business catering for investigative cases. For the law to delve any deeper would result in them discovering the supernatural element for which they have no actual jurisdiction. It's irrelevant if they believe they do. I could throw their case out the window in a court of law."

Angel nodded, his eyes narrowed and his pupils dilated. Lindsey looked at him, suddenly suspecting Angel's interest in the grey area of the legal system was not a straightforward as it seemed.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" the young lawyer asked, not really meaning it as a question.

Angel twisted his mouth into a smirk and with supernatural speed, pulled Lindsey hard up against him so the lawyer felt the vampire's growing erection pushing into him. "Yes," he nodded. "I've already told you that I find your lawyer talk damn sexy..."

Lindsey grinned and made no effort to get away from Angel's grip.

"Such beautiful things come out of your mouth," Angel purred in the lawyer's ear.

"Such beautiful things could come in my mouth," replied Lindsey with a smirk, his voice full of sexual interest.

Angel shuddered and chuckled low. "Care to demonstrate?" he asked, pushing Lindsey down to his knees.

The remaining three companions all saw what was coming and a silent but unanimous vote resulted in the decision for them to go on ahead.

Angel looked around as they were left alone. "Care to start?" He undid the zip on his pants and stroked his hands through Lindsey's hair, having a little trouble considering the amount of gel the lawyer had applied that night.

Lindsey looked up and smiled widely. He chose to respond non-verbally but definitely orally. Feeling a light but persistent push on the back of his head, he leaned forward and engulfed the entire length of Angel's cock, feeling it harden fully inside the cavern of his mouth. He placed his lips lightly against it and drew a long suck back up its length until he reached the tip, allowing his tongue to linger a moment. He then began planting little kisses and licks around each side, murmuring legal terminology in between each contact. Angel moaned loudly, his fingers clenching handfuls of the lawyer's hair as he was torn between wanting to hear the words but also wanting the mouth back over his cock. His dilemma was solved when Lindsey made the decision for him, increasing his suction around the base and blowing gently on the heated skin, making the vampire shiver in pleasure. He then licked a path up to the tip and repeated the process, blowing gently on the sensitive skin under his mouth after sucking the area hard. Angel was fast approaching orgasm and Lindsey felt it too as the hand he had resting on Angel's testicles felt them squeeze in pre-release. He took his cue and gave one final, deep pull of suction upon the tip of the cock and muttered the words: "Non prosequitur".

Angel came hard into Lindsey's awaiting mouth and fell back to the ground as his knees buckled underneath his weight. He lay there a moment, recovering. Lindsey, meanwhile, had stood up and was trying to not look so obviously smug. A little while later, Angel stood up and rearranged his clothes so he was once again fully dressed.

"Remind me to study law one day," he commented before walking on ahead to meet up with the rest of their party.

Lindsey laughed and ran to catch up with him. It only took them a few minutes to reach the others, who were walking at snail's pace to compensate for their two horny companions.

Suddenly, out of the woods, crossing their path was another group of travelers who stopped in their tracks as soon as they spotted the five companions. The party of men stared at Wesley, and he stared back, equally in shock.

"Well," said the man who designated himself as spokesman. "If it isn't our old Watcher buddy, Wesley." The other men grinned unkindly. "Still pretending you can defy the council?"

Wesley glared at the men and looked around for a weapon. "I'm doing fine on my own. Better off that way, in fact," he replied curtly.

"Sure," taunted the lead man, stepping forward. "You were the little Watcher nerd who was so inapt at your job we had to send you overseas to get rid of you."

Wesley stared defiantly at the men and something inside him snapped. "I'm cool now!" he yelled, many years of teasing and practical jokes at the hands of men like these rising to the front of his memory and fueling his anger.

The lead Watcher stared back and rolled his eyes. "You are not."

Wesley stuck his arm out and pointed at Angel who had the decency to look embarrassed. "Yes I am! Angel thinks I am!"

The lead Watcher raised an eyebrow. "Hanging around with cool vampires doesn't make you cool."

Wesley glared and grabbed hold of Angel's arm, dragging the unwilling participant forward. "Shuttup! I'll get Angel to bite you! Just you see!"

"I don't kill humans," murmured Angel in Wesley's ear, almost apologetically.

Wesley thought for a moment. Letting go of Angel's arm, he turned and grabbed Spike. "Ok, Spike will then."

Spike grinned one hell of a toothy grin. "Yeah, I'm thirsty. Always thirsty. Give me your bodily fluids now!"

Angel's eyes narrowed and he turned to Spike with lust reflected. "Oh, *Spike*" he growled hungrily.

Spike leered and made a grab for his sire's shirt, pulling him closer. Clothes began dropping to the ground at supernatural speed and soon the two vampires were thrusting against each other frantically, neither having entered the other as both were still fighting over who got to be on top. Wesley looked on with the degree of discomfort standard to having to pretend there *isn't* a wild sexual romp happening at the feet of your ex-employers.

"Ok, well..." he stammered at the Watchers, trying not to look down but morbid curiosity was making it difficult for him. "I have a traumatic yet unspecific past. It's mean to pick on me."

The lead Watcher was clearly taken aback by that defense and decided to form a huddle with his companions to sort the matter out. A few moments passed before they broke their discussion and the leader turned back to Wesley.

"Fair enough," he nodded. "We'll give you that one." He turned to leave. "Come on boys, let's get back to our party."

The others followed suit and soon they were lost in among the trees. Wesley was left standing with two moaning vampires at his feet, feeling quite surprised.

"I won," he muttered to himself. "I scared them off!"

He looked down to boast to Angel, but after realising the vampire was slightly preoccupied at the time, what with being busy pounding into Spike whom he had flattened hard underneath him, Wesley thought maybe he could wait. He instead turned to Doyle and Lindsey who were quite obviously enjoying the show and suggested they all prepare lunch as his stomach was starting to make its needs known.

"There's a cottage up ahead," mentioned Doyle, who was squinting into the distance. "Little one, but it might be worth looking at if we can top up our supplies."

Wesley and Lindsey looked in the direction he was pointing and sure enough, there was a glimpse of a well built cottage through the trees. They left Angel and Spike to it and wandered off to have a look. Upon approaching, they found the door open but no one inside. There were hardly any provisions around, though there was a tap for running water and one or two items of food in the fridge. Apart from that, there was only a chair, a couch and a stereo - not quite the 'roughing it' possessions of a wilderness man.

"I say we take half the food and fill up on some water," said Doyle. "I'm nearly out of cold pizza and it's making me thirsty."

The others agreed and began stocking up with the necessary items. Soon they were done and returned to their remaining two companions to notice they had finished their little romp on the ground. Angel, though, was fidgeting with his coat.

"We might have got a little wild," admitted Spike, motioning to a rip in Angel's coat.

"There's a cottage just over through those trees," said Doyle, pointing in the direction. "Might be something you can patch it up with," he said to Angel. "We'll wait here for you," he added, motioning to the newly gathered food supplies and suggesting they might be gone by the time he returned.

The vampire nodded his thanks, grabbed his backpack and trudged off on his own. About half an hour later, Angel had still not returned. The four remaining companions began to worry and upon group consensus decided to check up on him. They make their way through the trees until they came out at the site of the cottage from which a thumping sound was coming from the inside. They all eyed each other with worry. Spike was the first to react and made his way up to the door, the others following. He pulled it open and they all stepped inside.

The four companions stared open-mouthed at the scene before them. Angel was fixing a little motorised contraption connected to his belt while shaking his hips from side to side and bobbing up and down on the spot. But that was not all. What really got to them was the fact he was mouthing melodramatically and somewhat ecstatically along to a tape of "I will Survive".

"...I will surviiiive! As long as I know how to love I know I'll staaaaaaaghhhh!!!!"

Angel froze in mid dance-move as he noticed his audience.

"Angel, my mate..." began Spike, for once almost being too shocked for words. "What are you doing?"

Angel quickly sat down heavily on the nearby chair.

"Nothing!" he almost yelled, a little too quickly. "Nothing. I was just...um...patching my torn, peasant-like clothing, while trying fruitlessly to bring some light into my cursed life through this medium they call modern music..."

"Liar," retorted Doyle with a wide grin of amusement and shock. "You were boogying on down, my man!"

"I was not!"

"You were too! You were enjoying it, you fake!!"

"I am not! I'm tortured and depressed! Really I am!"

"You're far from it," commented Wesley while trying desperately to hold back a grin of his own. "It looks to me like there's a side to your personality you've been trying to hide from us...and it's not the demonic psychotic one."

"NO!" Angel yelled, surreptitiously kicking a tape at his foot away under the nearby couch.

Spike noticed the movement and made a flying leap for the hidden object. After a minor battle with a desperate vampire, Spike managed to get a glimpse of the title on the cassette cover. He spurted out laughter in compulsive fits, barely being able to keep hold of his prize as the hilarity overcame him.

"BRITNEY SPEARS!!!" he gasped, in stitches on the floor. "*YOU* like Britney Spears??!!" The thought was too much for him and he almost died with the effort of dragging air into his lungs.

"Tell me it ain't so, Angel," pleaded Doyle as he cautiously approached his friend. "Tell me *this* ain't what you've been hiding from us!"

Angel tried one last and somewhat futile attempt at denial. "I'm a tortured soul," he moaned while pulling a dejected expression. "I don't boogie."

Doyle could hold his laughter back no longer and fell to the floor in a pile alongside Spike, gasping at the mental image that filled his brain.

"Give it up, Angel," suggested Lindsey, walking up to pat the vampire on the back. "The game's over."

Angel opened his mouth, looking at though he might protest his innocence again, but realised all was lost.

"Oh, *fine*," he said, "It's all true! Are you happy? *I* am!" He began pacing the room. "I *am* happy, you know! I've tried not to be, but god, life's *good*!" He stepped over the fallen bodies of his two companions who were close to death on the floor. "I like music, I like dancing, I like the chart-toppers..." He paused dramatically, as though preparing an admission at an Addicts Anonymous meeting. "And I like *colour*!" He threw his dark shirt off in a flourish to reveal a bright pink lycra tank top.

The sight was too much even for Wesley's trained Britishness and he clutched his stomach, his knees buckling underneath him, crashing him to the floor as he screamed his laughter to the world.

It was a full ten minutes before any of the four companions could gather themselves together long enough to question the vampire further, Lindsey having joined the first three victims on the ground only a second after Wesley.

"What's with your belt?" Lindsey finally managed to spurt out, still clutching at his stomach, the memory of the motorised contraption suddenly making an appearance in his brain. "What was that you had sewed into it?"

"Nothing."

Doyle, Wesley, Lindsey and Spike all stared at one another in unison, knowing a bad liar when they saw one.

"We could all jump you now and rip it off you," said Spike, "or else you can just tell us. Works either way for me," he concluded, eyeing Angel's lower waist hungrily.

Angel gulped but refused to give in to the flirting.

"Um...itsagmm..."

"Sorry, mate?" said Spike, a grin beginning to form as he walked up to the vampire. "Speak up."

Angel shuffled his feet and tried to cover his belt but Spike grabbed the contraption connected to it before the older vampire could move.

"Tell us what it is or I'll rip it apart and find out," he said, turning the thing over and over in his hand. "You know that's my modus operandi," he added with an evil grin.

Angel sighed.

"It's a...fan," he admitted, refusing to make eye-contact with any of them.

"And why do you have a fan attached to your belt?" prodded Spike.

"Because it makes my coat flow backwards when I walk, in that sexy and mysterious way..." mumbled Angel, who was threatening to blush - a great achievement for a vampire.

A pause preceded the next outburst, which was two and a half men, half a demon, and a vampire letting loose a tidal wave of screamed laughter, which threatened to shake the very foundations of the building. But before anything else could be said on the matter, much to Angel's relief, a demon came bursting into the cottage, smiling widely.

"You must all be here for the Annual Demonic Gathering!" he declared. "Welcome!"

Four of the five companions recovered enough to join the fifth in staring blankly for a moment at the demon, completely forgetting about the point of their journey.

"It's here?" asked Angel finally, in confusion.

"Yes," replied the demon, "Here's my cottage, lucky me living here already! And the rest of everyone else is camped out back," he concluded.

The five companions all as one made their way out of the cottage and around the back, pushing their way through a dense mat of trees to come out in a clearing, revealing hundreds if not thousands of tents and enough freaky looking species to confuse the event for an alternative music festival.

* * *

It was the second day into the event and the five companions were in demonic ecstasy...even the humans. Since Angel's revelation about his hidden personality and flair, he had become unstoppable of the ego front, insisting of playing hero to those not even in need of help, and complementing himself afterwards. He'd also founded a new fashion label and was making a small fortune from those that wished to come out of the 'shades of black' closet and join the hypercolour world.

Wesley had wandered off on his own to form unions for every demon willing to listen to him and had even managed to form a minimum of five hundred and twenty four cults of disgruntled employees, as well as running inspirational lectures on the topic of: 'How To Discover Your Inner Self'. Surprisingly, it only took about fifty minor incidents of demons taking the catch-phrase too literally and disemboweling themselves and others, before the proper craze caught on.

Lindsey, meanwhile, had been busy flashing his business cards at potential clients, midway though the fist day getting into a minor competition with Angel over who could flash the most of their business cards in the space of one hourly contests. They developed a little groupie following, some supporting the vampire and his now infamous method with his 'Angel Investigations' cards, where he used the 'caring-look-coupled-with-upright-showing' tactic. Lindsey, on the other hand, opted for a wrist-flick-with-ruthless-lawyer-look tactic, which was winning favours around the more psychopathic of the demon community.

Doyle, completely obvious to the card competition, had already formed his own booth and was pushing headache tablets like there's no tomorrow. He'd organised banners around his stand, reading such phrases as: "There's nothing like Aspirin to deal with those nasty Prophesy Visions!" and "Does your face sprout itchy or painful spikes? You might have an infection!" Two days in and he was considering starting a pharmaceutical chain.

During all this, Spike was busying himself with seducing Lindsey after resurrecting his previous thoughts that the boy had a kickass evil style. The lawyer didn't take much convincing and soon he could hold up his own side of his competition with Angel while simultaneously receiving oral sex from Spike. In between servicing Lindsey, Spike was spending his midnights at the food hall, drawing huge crowds for his discussions on the intricacies of using blood for entrees, main courses, and deserts.

And so the days and nights sped by and soon the final day of the Annual Demonic Gathering came upon them.

Angel was absentmindedly walking through the crowd, brushing his hair into the perfect style while kicking vampire ass at the same time. He'd managed to get his fan working properly and had an admiring crowd of both female, male and androgynous demons drooling after him. After throwing a demon through the air and then stopping for autographs and sketches (as photos weren't a practical option) he met up with Spike. The younger vampire was camped out in front of the blood bank tent, sucking down a selection of his favourite blood types.

"Saved the day...or night, again mate?" he asked as Angel approached, swinging his hips.

The older vampire shrugged his shoulders. "Of course. I'm brilliant."

Spike chuckled and jumped up to walk with Angel, curving his arm around the vampire's waist. "I love you like this, my sire," he purred, while rubbing his groin up against Angel's outer thigh.

"Well, I am irresistible, so I'm not surprised," replied Angel, who had momentarily paused in front of a selection of mirrors to admire himself.

Spike raised an eyebrow. "You do realise you don't even have a reflection."

"Irrelevant. I can imagine how great I must look." He patted his own arse fondly.

After waiting for a full five minutes for Angel to stop admiring himself, which never happened, Spike wandered off to find Lindsey. Spotting the lawyer over near the designer suit racks, he sauntered up behind him and reached around to undo the young man's zip and grab hold of his cock. Lindsey looked over his shoulder in surprise and grinned at the sight of Spike's horny expression leering back at him.

"I'd ask how it's hanging, but I think I already know," said Spike by way of a greeting.

Lindsey responded by reaching behind himself and adeptly pulling the zip on Spike's pants down and pulling the vampire's cock out. "Ditto," he replied and began stroking his prize.

Spike moaned and lessened the distance between their two bodies by pushing himself further into Lindsey's back. "So, I heard from Angel that you're good with your mouth," he growled lustfully into the lawyer's ear. "Got the same talent with your hands?"

Lindsey increased his stroking and rubbing of Spike's cock until it was fully hard, Spike responding by beginning his own assault on Lindsey's cock, until both men were drawing a small gathering of voyeurs around them who were watching the double masturbation with interest. Spike nuzzled at Lindsey's neck and started planting little kisses along the line of his artery, and then licking a trail back down to start the path again, this time sucking a collection of hickeys along the length. Lindsey groaned loud, and tightened his hold on Spike's cock in response, causing the vampire to do the same back. Cheering and whistling had begun from the now considerable crowd that had developed, and both men, exhibitionists by heart, let the encouragement bring them closer and closer to orgasm as they both madly thrust themselves into the hands of the other until they both came simultaneously, their own shouts of ecstasy joining the cheers and screams of the onlookers.

* * *

Far across the other side of the festival, Doyle and Angel were oblivious to what had just taken place, after meeting up in front of the mirror.

"I want to diversify my heroism," commented Angel, feeling himself intimately as he thoroughly enjoyed his own body through his clothes. "If only I had a way to go in the sun and survive, yet retain my vamp strength. Turning mortal wasn't the answer..."

Doyle looked at him with a carefully blank expression. "You mean you need something like the ring you destroyed?"

"Er...yes...something like that..." replied Angel, having the decency to look slightly sheepish and not liking the feel. He changed the subject instead. "So...Doyle...I might be amazingly superior in morality, strength and looks to all else, but even I must realise my weaknesses. And in this case, it means accepting I can't make this festival go on longer than intended."

Doyle looked around him and realised the festival was drawing to a close, various demons of all species were slowly starting to pack up their tents and disappear off into the surrounding woods. As the crowd thinned slightly, Lindsey, Spike and Wesley all slowly drifted over to meet up with Angel and Doyle.

And finally, the night had wrapped up and all was over.

"So..." said Angel as the five companions all stood in a group. "Anyone want to take the return journey together?"

They all looked at each other and grinned.

* * *

THE END.

* * *

End Note: Incase anyone's wondering, 'Non prosequitur' is a judgement in favour of a defendant when the plaintiff failed to take the necessary steps in an action within the time allowed. In other words, legal jargon with EvilLawyer!Lindsey implications were he to pull for such a verdict. (Says me, who knows nothing about law and had to consult my Latin dictionary from my Classics studies to know that!)

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