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Part 3
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Spike stood and stretched sullenly in the dim light. Angel stopped a few paces from the couch and watched him.
"So," said Spike. "Listening in to our little tête-à-tête, were you?"
"Only the end," replied Angel.
"Oh. And what were we talking about at the end? I forget." Spike cast around for his cigarette pack. He cursed under his breath when he found it empty.
"You were talking about me fucking you, Spike."
"Oh yeah," said Spike, with a smile. "I remember now." He picked up his duster and began to check the pockets roughly.
Angel suddenly stepped forward and tore the duster from his hands. He flung it to the ground across the lobby.
"Hey!" said Spike.
"You told my son all that? You had to tell him?"
"No, I didn't have to," said Spike indolently. "Though honestly, Peaches, he didn't seem that surprised. Sure you didn't drop a few hints yourself?"
Angel stepped back exasperatedly. He ran a hand over his face.
"Yeah, I might've mentioned it a little," he muttered.
"What was that? Didn't quite catch it." Spike stepped forward, cupping his ear.
"I said, I might have mentioned it. But dammit, Spike, I never used the word 'dick'!"
"Well why not? I seem to remember you enjoying mine."
"Because he's my son! He doesn't need to know this," said Angel through gritted teeth.
Spike looked at him and laughed.
"'Course he does," he said. "He wants to see you as a person, Angel. A man of passion. Not just the dour father figure you seem to so enjoy being."
"Dour? I'm not dour. Me, dour?"
"Yeah. You, you daft sod. Why do you think he came running to find me yesterday? To hear my side of the story? That's bollocks. He wanted to hear all the bits you left out."
"How can you say I'm dour? You've only been here a few hours."
"He told me enough. You think I don't know you, sire? Sunnydale wasn't that long ago."
Angel looked at him sharply at the mention of Sunnydale. Spike looked away and went to fetch his duster. Angel followed him with his eyes.
"So, you and your soul, huh?" he said when Spike turned around.
Spike laughed sadly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Who'd have thought?"
"You should have come here."
"Yeah, I know." Spike conceded. "Where are my fucking cigarettes?" he added angrily, searching his pockets again.
Angel gently took the coat from him and slipped his hand into the inside pocket.
"Here," he said, drawing out a new pack.
"Thanks," muttered Spike, ripping off the wrapping and opening it up. He tore open the pack and lit up quickly.
"Welcome," said Angel.
Spike smoked anxiously.
"You and a son? Now there's one for the books."
Angel gave a melancholy laugh.
"It's already in so many books I can't believe I didn't know long before."
"Little prophecy boy."
"Yeah."
"Bright kid, too."
"You think so?"
"Yeah," said Spike, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He frowned and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Knew to bring me here, didn't he?" Spike picked up the last of the blood in his glass and drank it down. He wiped his mouth in his hand and licked his fingers. "Funny how you get to like it," he said quietly.
"Yeah," agreed Angel, taking a slow step towards Spike. "Funny how you can fool yourself that your fangs aren't itching."
"For something to bite into," finished Spike, watching Angel walk.
The lobby was silent except for Angel's quiet footsteps.
"William," he whispered.
"Don't," said Spike, backing away. "Please don't"
Angel paused. Spike looked at him with suddenly haggard eyes.
"I can't," he continued. "I can't do this with you, not if you're just going to leave again after. I've been left just too often."
"I won't leave. It's my home." Angel took another step. "And William, I can't not. You're here."
The world slowed down. Angel walked towards Spike with certain steps, glowing darkly in the dimness. Spike inhaled involuntarily. Freeze frame as Angel's face came within inches of his own, dark eyes glinting with something unseen in a century.
It was not love he saw, though he believed it too was there.
And then Angel kissed him, slowly at first, gently, tenderly. Soft kisses against his sensitive lips, becoming more urgent now. And despite himself, Spike found himself kissing Angel back, at first uncertainly, but then more hungrily as his hands snaked around Angel's hips, pressing their bodies closer. Angel whimpered softly against his skin as he held Spike's head in his powerful hands.
But Spike pushed him away.
"No," he rasped. "No." The taste in his mouth. The same after all this time.
"Spike," said Angel throatily, attempting to hold him in his arms again.
"No," said Spike. He began to laugh bitterly. "'S kinda funny," he said, running the back of his hand over his mouth. "If you think we can do this, then I know we can't."
"Why?" Angel looked caught between fury and heartbreak. "Why can't we?"
"I don't want you if you're not afraid of losing it." Spike took another step away, and laughed acidly again. "There's just so much irony, I think I'm going to rust."
"Oh, God, William!" snarled Angel. "William, don't be an idiot! Do you think if I was still cursed I could even hold you and kiss you and not be in danger of losing my soul again?"
Spike's vaguely manic laughter faded. His eyes froze blue.
"You're not… cursed anymore, then?"
Angel shook his head and moved again towards Spike. This time he did not back away.
"But how? Why?"
"Spike!" said Angel sternly. "Not the time for conversation!" And with that he growled and pushed Spike roughly against a marble pillar and crushed him against it, kissing him again with a renewed fervour. "Oh, William," he whispered into his ear, pressing the weight of his body against him. "You're not going anywhere."
Spike pulled back and looked into Angel's dark and burning eyes.
"But you would," he said. "You would lose it, with me?"
Angel ran his fingers over Spike's face, gently tracing patterns on his skin. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his full lips.
"I would," he said. "I promise I would. Don't leave."
Spike said nothing, but took Angel's hair forcefully in hand and brought his mouth to his own again. Angel wrapped his arms around Spike and picked him up, still kissing him fiercely. He turned them around and took a few steps towards the stairs. Spike broke the kiss and put his feet down, smiling now, mischievously. He ran his hands down Angel's arms and took the large hands in his own.
"Do you remember, sire? That first night?"
Angel smiled at the flirting.
"Mmm," he said. "I remember."
"Good," said Spike, turning with a gleaming eye. "I take it your bedroom's this way?"
Angel held his hand tightly and ran. He dragged Spike upstairs.
...This fic continues, but I think I would be banned for at least a week if the fanfiction.net PTB read it. So, if you want the smut, please follow instructions below. Sorry about the extra bother, I hope it's worth it. :) S/A smut? Sure it is. *g*
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Part 3
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Spike stood and stretched sullenly in the dim light. Angel stopped a few paces from the couch and watched him.
"So," said Spike. "Listening in to our little tête-à-tête, were you?"
"Only the end," replied Angel.
"Oh. And what were we talking about at the end? I forget." Spike cast around for his cigarette pack. He cursed under his breath when he found it empty.
"You were talking about me fucking you, Spike."
"Oh yeah," said Spike, with a smile. "I remember now." He picked up his duster and began to check the pockets roughly.
Angel suddenly stepped forward and tore the duster from his hands. He flung it to the ground across the lobby.
"Hey!" said Spike.
"You told my son all that? You had to tell him?"
"No, I didn't have to," said Spike indolently. "Though honestly, Peaches, he didn't seem that surprised. Sure you didn't drop a few hints yourself?"
Angel stepped back exasperatedly. He ran a hand over his face.
"Yeah, I might've mentioned it a little," he muttered.
"What was that? Didn't quite catch it." Spike stepped forward, cupping his ear.
"I said, I might have mentioned it. But dammit, Spike, I never used the word 'dick'!"
"Well why not? I seem to remember you enjoying mine."
"Because he's my son! He doesn't need to know this," said Angel through gritted teeth.
Spike looked at him and laughed.
"'Course he does," he said. "He wants to see you as a person, Angel. A man of passion. Not just the dour father figure you seem to so enjoy being."
"Dour? I'm not dour. Me, dour?"
"Yeah. You, you daft sod. Why do you think he came running to find me yesterday? To hear my side of the story? That's bollocks. He wanted to hear all the bits you left out."
"How can you say I'm dour? You've only been here a few hours."
"He told me enough. You think I don't know you, sire? Sunnydale wasn't that long ago."
Angel looked at him sharply at the mention of Sunnydale. Spike looked away and went to fetch his duster. Angel followed him with his eyes.
"So, you and your soul, huh?" he said when Spike turned around.
Spike laughed sadly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Who'd have thought?"
"You should have come here."
"Yeah, I know." Spike conceded. "Where are my fucking cigarettes?" he added angrily, searching his pockets again.
Angel gently took the coat from him and slipped his hand into the inside pocket.
"Here," he said, drawing out a new pack.
"Thanks," muttered Spike, ripping off the wrapping and opening it up. He tore open the pack and lit up quickly.
"Welcome," said Angel.
Spike smoked anxiously.
"You and a son? Now there's one for the books."
Angel gave a melancholy laugh.
"It's already in so many books I can't believe I didn't know long before."
"Little prophecy boy."
"Yeah."
"Bright kid, too."
"You think so?"
"Yeah," said Spike, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He frowned and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Knew to bring me here, didn't he?" Spike picked up the last of the blood in his glass and drank it down. He wiped his mouth in his hand and licked his fingers. "Funny how you get to like it," he said quietly.
"Yeah," agreed Angel, taking a slow step towards Spike. "Funny how you can fool yourself that your fangs aren't itching."
"For something to bite into," finished Spike, watching Angel walk.
The lobby was silent except for Angel's quiet footsteps.
"William," he whispered.
"Don't," said Spike, backing away. "Please don't"
Angel paused. Spike looked at him with suddenly haggard eyes.
"I can't," he continued. "I can't do this with you, not if you're just going to leave again after. I've been left just too often."
"I won't leave. It's my home." Angel took another step. "And William, I can't not. You're here."
The world slowed down. Angel walked towards Spike with certain steps, glowing darkly in the dimness. Spike inhaled involuntarily. Freeze frame as Angel's face came within inches of his own, dark eyes glinting with something unseen in a century.
It was not love he saw, though he believed it too was there.
And then Angel kissed him, slowly at first, gently, tenderly. Soft kisses against his sensitive lips, becoming more urgent now. And despite himself, Spike found himself kissing Angel back, at first uncertainly, but then more hungrily as his hands snaked around Angel's hips, pressing their bodies closer. Angel whimpered softly against his skin as he held Spike's head in his powerful hands.
But Spike pushed him away.
"No," he rasped. "No." The taste in his mouth. The same after all this time.
"Spike," said Angel throatily, attempting to hold him in his arms again.
"No," said Spike. He began to laugh bitterly. "'S kinda funny," he said, running the back of his hand over his mouth. "If you think we can do this, then I know we can't."
"Why?" Angel looked caught between fury and heartbreak. "Why can't we?"
"I don't want you if you're not afraid of losing it." Spike took another step away, and laughed acidly again. "There's just so much irony, I think I'm going to rust."
"Oh, God, William!" snarled Angel. "William, don't be an idiot! Do you think if I was still cursed I could even hold you and kiss you and not be in danger of losing my soul again?"
Spike's vaguely manic laughter faded. His eyes froze blue.
"You're not… cursed anymore, then?"
Angel shook his head and moved again towards Spike. This time he did not back away.
"But how? Why?"
"Spike!" said Angel sternly. "Not the time for conversation!" And with that he growled and pushed Spike roughly against a marble pillar and crushed him against it, kissing him again with a renewed fervour. "Oh, William," he whispered into his ear, pressing the weight of his body against him. "You're not going anywhere."
Spike pulled back and looked into Angel's dark and burning eyes.
"But you would," he said. "You would lose it, with me?"
Angel ran his fingers over Spike's face, gently tracing patterns on his skin. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his full lips.
"I would," he said. "I promise I would. Don't leave."
Spike said nothing, but took Angel's hair forcefully in hand and brought his mouth to his own again. Angel wrapped his arms around Spike and picked him up, still kissing him fiercely. He turned them around and took a few steps towards the stairs. Spike broke the kiss and put his feet down, smiling now, mischievously. He ran his hands down Angel's arms and took the large hands in his own.
"Do you remember, sire? That first night?"
Angel smiled at the flirting.
"Mmm," he said. "I remember."
"Good," said Spike, turning with a gleaming eye. "I take it your bedroom's this way?"
Angel held his hand tightly and ran. He dragged Spike upstairs.
...This fic continues, but I think I would be banned for at least a week if the fanfiction.net PTB read it. So, if you want the smut, please follow instructions below. Sorry about the extra bother, I hope it's worth it. :) S/A smut? Sure it is. *g*
ff.net does not like me putting a url here, apparently, because every time I do so, it's gone when i upload the html document. So please:
1. Go to my user profile by clicking on my name
2. And go to my website listed there, the coffee-at-midnight one.
Again, sorry about the hassle, but ff.net is so damn finicky.
Thank you all.