Angel was quick to dismiss any overture Spike made toward him after they fucked, building more walls between them to isolate his feelings.

But sometimes, there was the quick, gentle brush of skin against skin that made Spike shiver.

The times Angel got in his face, his breath cool as he spoke softly but firmly, made Spike hard, left him aching.

Spike looked over his shoulder after he left Angel's bed and closed the door. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw a glimmer of longing in Angel's eyes.

Spike vowed to bring down the wall, brick by brick.