TITLE: Plus One
AUTHOR: vic_amy_z
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PAIRING: Angel /
Spike.
RATING: NC-17 for
sexual content and language.
POV:
Switches between Angel and Spike.
SUMMARY:
There's an important Wolfram & Hart function.
Angel needs a
date and Spike isn't making it easy for him. Will Angel
make it to the
ball…?
NOTES: For the
'Forging Ghost' List - Challenge #26. It's
silly and it's
fluffy and I'm making no apologies for it, 'cause it
was a helluva lot
of fun to write!
SPOILERS:
Nothing specific, set early AtS season 5.
DISCLAIMER: My
story but no, I don't own them. If I did, they'd
spend more time
naked! All owned by a wonderful genius named Joss who
should be
encouraged to rethink their clothing situation. I get
nothing from
writing this, apart from a warm fluffy feeling…
FEEDBACK:
Yes, please! Needed like a needy thing with
needy wheels on!
DEDICATION:
To Ghosts Forge, for setting us some brilliant
challenges, and
for being a generally marvellous list-dad - *Very*
belated
Anniversary and Birthday wishes! Thanks also to Michelle, for
the rapid beta.
~~~~~~~~
'Shit! Shit!
Shit!' Spike yelled over and over to himself, looking
for a handy wall
to bang his head against.
He'd slipped out
of the hotel complex and was standing in the
immaculate
gardens, fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette.
This wasn't how
it was supposed to go. He'd had a plan this time: Get
Angel to bring
him along - check. Seduce Angel with his good looks
and sexual
magnetism - okay, so that part hadn't gone exactly as
planned, but the
final part of the plan, where he showed Angel that
he was capable of
being the perfect partner for at least one evening
*had* been going
well. It just hadn't allowed for being hit on by
other vampires.
Or for growling.
What was it about
Spike and plans? He knew that he should just give
them up.
And why the hell
did Angel act all jealous when someone else showed
an interest in
Spike, when it was obvious that, despite Spike's best
efforts, he
wasn't the slightest bit interested in Spike himself?
On the sixth
check of all of his pockets, it became patently clear
that in his haste
to get dressed and find Angel, he'd managed to
leave his
cigarettes behind.
'Fuck it!' he
cursed to himself. Pissed off beyond all belief, he
turned and headed
back to the hotel room.
~~~~~~~~
What the hell was
that all about? Angel wondered to himself, watching
Spike hurry from
the room. He excused himself to his fellow diners
and began to
follow him. However, as he moved down the side of the
banquet hall, it
appeared that a certain vampire couple were already
two steps ahead
of him.
'Oh dear, Angel,'
drawled Marco, stepping into his path. 'Your date
appears to have
left in rather a hurry. I do hope you haven't upset
him.'
'He's fine,' Angel
hissed back. 'I'm sure he'll appreciate your
concern though.'
'I have a lot of
things that I'm sure he'd appreciate. Perhaps I
should go and
find him?'
Angel grabbed the
leering vampire by the throat and slammed him hard
against the wall,
his face only inches away from Marco's. 'You stay
*away* from him.
You hear me? He's mine!' There was a polite throat
clearing to his
right, and Alex laid a hand firmly on Angel's arm,
forcing him to
loosen his grip on Marco. Angel dropped his hand and
stepped back.
'He's mine,' he reiterated.
'But does he know
that?' Marco asked simply, before calmly
straightening his
immaculate suit and walking away, leaving Angel
even more
confused than before.
Then it dawned on
him. He mentally congratulated himself on being
even more stupid
than he'd previously thought and hurried out of the
room. He just
hoped that he could find Spike before he decided to
leave.
Behind him, two
vampires smiled at each other and touched their
glasses together
in celebration of a job well done.
~~~~~~~~
Spike bowled
through the door of the suite at enormous speed, only to
come screeching
to a halt in an almost comic fashion.
Angel was sitting
on the end of the bed, his head in his hands,
staring at the
floor. When he saw Spike he stood up quickly, but then
stopped again, as
if at a loss as to what to do.
Spike looked him
up and down in the silence that stretched out
between them. He
was a magnificent looking man, and there would
probably never be
a day go by when Spike wouldn't think about him in
some way, but
this pathetic wanting had to stop. Spike couldn't go on
kidding himself
like this any longer. It'd drive him insane, and he'd
been there once,
thanks.
'Look, about
what…'
'Spike, I'm sorry
about…'
They both started
speaking at once, and then they both tried to let
the other one
speak. Taking a deep breath, Spike said, 'you first.'
'I'm sorry.'
Angel sat back on the bed again, but Spike held his
position in front
of the door.
'That's it?'
'No, of course
that's not it. I mean…' Angel sighed. 'I think I might
have been a bit
of a shit to you recently.' He looked up at Spike.
'No arguments
from me there.'
'It's been
brought to my attention by… certain people, that I might
have been giving
you some mixed messages about… how I feel, y'know?'
'That would be
the whole 'you're-a-gigantic-pain-in-my-arse-and-I-
never-want-to-have-anything-to-do-with-you-ever-again-just-as-long-as-
no-one-else-ever-goes-anywhere-near-you'
thing, right?'
'Well, I wouldn't
have put it quite like that…'
'Then you should,
Angel. Christ!' Spike threw his hands up in
exasperation. 'I
worshipped the fucking ground you walked on for so
long that I can't
remember what it feels like not to have you in my
life any more!'
He sighed and let himself relax a little, trying to
take the anger
out of his voice. 'I might have been off doing my own
thing for the
best part of a century, but to me, you were always
there, Angel.
Always.'
Angel just sat on
the end of the bed, staring at him.
Spike continued,
quietly. 'I never forgot what we had together. Never
forgot how good
it used to be. And I never forgave you for leaving
me, no matter
what the circumstances.'
'But how could
I…?'
'Oh, *now* I
understand. Now I know what it does to you,' he touched
his hand softly
to his own chest. 'But for so long, all I had were
the memories of
what we used to be to each other, with no…' He
laughed softly.
'I used to think that if I could just bring Angelus
back, then
everything would go back to the way it was. Soon found out
how wrong I was
when he pitched up in good old Sunnydale, huh?'
'Spike, I'm sor…'
'Stop
apologising!' Spike snapped. 'I'm not telling you any of this
so you can be
sorry.'
'Then why are you
telling me this?'
'I… I don't know…
Fuck!' Spike yanked off the jacket of his suit and
threw it across
the room. Spotting his cigarettes by the side of the
bed, he crossed
the room and snatched them up, fumbling with his
lighter in an
attempt to light one.
And suddenly,
Angel was standing next to him, taking the lighter
gently from
Spike's hand and touching the flame to the end of the
cigarette. Spike
looked into his eyes, trying to catch a glimmer of
his feelings, but
saw only more questions. Slowly, they sat down next
to each other on
the huge bed.
'You never
wondered why I didn't go skipping off to find Buffy and
the rest of the
Scoobies, as soon as I got the chance?'
Angel just
shrugged.
''Cos I thought
that we might actually start to find some common
ground again, if
I stayed with you in LA. I thought that I could show
you that I'm not
the same childe you abandoned all those years ago.
That we could
actually be… friends?' Suddenly remembering the
cigarette that
was smouldering between his fingers, Spike took a deep
drag, pulling the
smoke into his lungs and watching as he exhaled.
Wanting to be
anywhere other than having this conversation.
Angel remained
silent, staring down at the floor.
~~~~~~~~
The fact that
Spike had had the same idea of them trying to have a
new start was
something of a revelation to Angel, although he didn't
show it. If they
both wanted this - if they both wanted to put the
past behind them
and find a new way forward, as friends - maybe even
more, then why
did they both keep missing it? Were they destined to
fight and fuck-up
forever?
'But we'll never
be friends, will we?' Spike's voice cut across
Angel's thoughts.
'We fuck and we fight, but we'll *never* be
friends.'
Angel smiled.
'Haven't I heard that little speech somewhere before?'
'Maybe…' Spike
smiled back. 'And I was right then too.'
'But this time,
you're wrong, Spike. I want a new start as much as
you. I want us to
friends this time… more than friends.'
'Argh! You can't
keep doing this to me, Angel. I won't settle for
being yours when
you think there's a chance I might find someone
else. I've been
shattered once too often to settle for second best
any more.' Spike
dropped his head into his hands.
Angel knew, deep
inside, that they had to have this conversation.
That they needed
to talk out all the years of crap between them
before they could
start to slowly build anything resembling a
friendship. And
that a friendship would need time to grow and
strengthen before
they could even think about becoming more than
friends.
But even deeper
inside, Angel knew Spike.
Before he gave
himself chance to think about the implications, he
took a chance on
that knowledge. What else did he have to lose?
'I just don't
know what… mffgh…'
Angel pulled
Spike towards himself and kissed him hard. Spike pulled
back and stared
at him, for once, silent.
'You'll *never*
be second best,' he stated, simply. And before Angel
could begin to
explain himself, Spike was wrapped around him, kissing
back with a
passion that Angel had forgotten could exist.
~~~~~~~~
Oh god, he was
falling! And the only thing Spike knew with any
certainty at that
moment, was that he could do nothing to stop it.
Because Angel was
kissing him… Or he was kissing Angel… There was
definitely
kissing of some sort going on.
Somehow, they'd
fallen backwards onto the bed, still locked together.
Angel's tongue
was in his mouth, hands were roaming over his body,
and he never
wanted it to stop. Spike tangled his fingers in Angel's
hair and rolled
onto him, letting out a groan of pleasure when he
felt Angel's
hardness pressing against his leg.
'Spike, I can't…'
'Shut up, Angel,
please. Before you have a fit of conscience and take
all this back,
just let me enjoy it for a bit longer, eh?' Spike
mumbled as he
licked his way down Angel's neck.
'I was going to
say that I can't undo your buttons when you're lying
on top of me.'
'Oh.' Obediently,
Spike sat up to allow access to the hands that
seemed to be
shaking just a little. Angel's eyes devoured him whole
and Spike was
falling once again.
All finesse gone
out the window, hands pulled impatiently at buttons
and zippers,
tearing clothes in an effort to feel skin on skin. They
rolled together
on the wide expanse of bed, and Spike couldn't help
but gasp at the
full body contact. Angel's arms were wrapped around
him, pulling him
closer as Spike thrust against the leg that had been
pushed between
his. He wanted it so much. He'd never stopped wanting
it. Wanting
Angel.
'Please…' Angel
murmured to him. 'I… please… ' Words of want and need
were whispered
sotto voce against Spike's skin, making it tingle in
anticipation.
He was on the
verge of capitulation when Spike realised that he was
still waiting to
hear the words. 'Mmm, yeah… Tell me what you want,
Angel…'
Hands and lips
mapped out their desires on his body, as Angel rose to
cover Spike's
body with his own. 'Spike… please…'
'For god sake,
Angel, just say it!'
Angel stopped and
pulled away. He sat back on his heels, as if he was
trying to work
out whether Spike was actually serious. Spike raised
an eyebrow at him
and waited.
'Fine.' Spike
found himself fixed by an intense gaze. 'I want you,
Spike. I want to
fuck you. Right now. I want to slide into you for
the first time in
more years than I can remember. I want to hear you
cry out my name
as you come… and I want to do it in there.' Angel
gestured towards
the bathroom.
'Fuck, yes…'
Spike practically whimpered.
A split second
later, two vampires were tumbling off the bed,
laughing and
tugging at their remaining clothes as they dashed across
the room.
~~~~~~~~
Angel lowered
himself carefully into the hot tub, which was still
bubbling and
steaming away, and then wished he hadn't got there
first, when Spike
decided to dive-bomb in on top of him, landing with
a resounding
thump at the bottom of the deep tub! Any reservations he
had soon
evaporated as Spike surfaced; his hair was turned into a
mass of curls by
the water and his eyeliner was smudged, making him
look every inch
the fallen angel. He swam the small distance between
them, fixing
Angel with that oh-so-familiar cornflower-blue stare
that made him
harder than ever.
Angel sat on the
wide seat that ran around the inside of the hot tub,
the water
bubbling around his chest. Spike knelt to face him,
straddling his
legs. Their lips met once again and Angel wrapped his
arms around his
childe's waist, pulling him down in the buoyancy of
the water. The
need to take Spike was starting to consume him; Angel
thrust upwards,
trying to manoeuvre Spike into the right position but
he wriggled away,
lapping the tub with an iniquitous grin before
disappearing
below the surface once again.
Angel desperately
tried to see what Spike was doing but the bubbles
distorted his
view. Then, in the heat of the water, a cool mouth
fastened onto
him, and Angel moaned at the sensation as Spike began
to suck slowly.
Two minutes
later, he was thanking every god in existence for the
fact that
vampires don't need to breathe. Three minutes later, he was
trying to name
them all just to have something else to focus on. Four
minutes later and
he was trying to remember his *own* name… Just when
he thought he
couldn't hold on any longer, Spike came up for air,
still grinning
wickedly.
'You evil
little…' Angel grinned back. Before Spike could slip away
again, Angel
grabbed hold of him, pulling him back on to his lap and
kissing him
fervently. They rocked together, both desperate for more
than the gentle
friction between them.
Angel shifted
slightly, and felt himself being pressed against Spike.
'Like this…?'
Spike whispered.
Angel nodded,
unable to form any other answer. Slowly, Spike lowered
himself down and
Angel's world fell away…
~~~~~~~~
Fuck!
Spike's eyes were
screwed up tight, his breathing erratic as he tried
to relax and push
past the pain. How could he have forgotten how much
this hurt? He
knew that Angel was pushing as slowly and gently as he
could, but with
no preparation, it still felt like someone was
rearranging his
insides.
He gritted his
teeth and rode it out. He knew that it was about to
get so good…
A few moments
later Angel was fully inside him and all thoughts of
ever stopping
went out of Spike's head. He tried to move to meet
Angel's thrusts,
but the water held them back, forcing them to keep
their movements
slow and shallow.
Facing Angel as
they moved together, Spike was able to look straight
into his eyes.
The desire he could so clearly read in them allayed
all his fears
about whether he'd made the right decision in coming
here. He'd known
Angel for a hundred and twenty four years, and had
waited for over a
hundred of them to see that look again.
'Fuck! This is
killing me,' Angel breathed, pulling Spike against
him. 'I want you
so much…'
Hidden against
Angel's neck, Spike smiled to himself. 'Just do it,
Angel,' he
grinned in reply.
Despite the
weight of the water, Angel moved faster; gripping Spike's
hips tightly as
he thrust into him and making Spike curse in every
language he knew
as he hit that spot that made him want to scream.
Angel reached
between their bodies and took hold of Spike, stroking
him to their
ever-increasing rhythm as the water crashed around them
in miniature
tidal waves.
Their motions
reached a crescendo as Angel bucked his hips beneath
him. Above the
roar of the water, Spike heard himself cry out Angel's
name as he came…
~~~~~~~~
Much later, when
they were curled together in the vast bed, Angel
just had to ask
the question that had been preying on his mind.
'Why'd you do it,
Spike?'
'Huh?'
'Why'd you want
the invite so badly?' Angel replied. 'I mean, it's
not like you had
any of this planned…' he gestured towards the now
waterlogged
bathroom.
There was a pause
as a plume of smoke rose contentedly from Spike's
side of the bed.
He turned to face Angel, still-damp curls rubbing
against the
pillow. 'Didn't I?'
'Huh?' It was
Angel's turn to be confused.
'Well, maybe not
*this*,' Spike admitted, grinning, 'I just thought
that if we could
get away from Wolfram & Hart for a bit, then things
might… I dunno…
be a bit better between us.'
'Is this the kind
of 'better' you had in mind?' Angel asked,
comically.
'Well, I didn't
want to presume too much.' He reached across Angel to
put out his
cigarette in the ashtray. 'The others'll be pleased to
know they were
right though…'
'The others…?' It
was a sentence that Angel just knew he'd regret
starting.
'Jees, Angel! You
don't think I managed all this by myself do you?'
'So the mass work
sabotage was…?'
'Mainly Lorne and
Fred, with a bit of help from Wes, Gunn and Harm.
They did all the
alterations on the rotas and scheduling. And the
suit was down to
them too.'
'But… how…?
Why…?'
'I believe
Lorne's actual words were, 'In the name of all that's
unholy just have
at it will you, before the sexual tension around
here makes my
head explode!' Something to do with him being able to
read people,
apparently. Said we were driving him nuts.'
'And the rest of
them?'
'Well, it seems that
Fred's just really perceptive when it comes to
these matters,
Wes knows far too much from reading those bloody
Watcher's
diaries, and for some reason, Harmony actually thinks it's
cute.'
'Oh god…' Angel
groaned at the thought. 'I've been had, haven't I?'
There was a
chuckle next to him. 'One step at a time, eh Pet…?'
~~~~END~~~~