TITLE: Secret Society of Smoochies
AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory
DISCLAIMER: As usual, Joss owns all I'm
just borrowing his people.
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: A/S
SUMMARY: Spike and Angel are fooling around behind their friends' backs. Soft R at best. Mostly for swears and sex, not all that
graphic though. Set in Angel season 1.
A/N: I’m
trying to work through my writer’s block so bear with me if this sucks. Set in
Angel season 1. If you don’t like it then oh well. If you do
like it R&R please.
I’m trying to
work through my writer’s block so bear with me if this sucks. Set in Angel
season 1. If you don’t like it then oh well. If you do like
it R&R please.
There was a
soft knock at the door of Angel’s apartment. Angel closed the book he was
reading and ran to the door. He pulled back the heavy metal door that lead to
the sewer entrance and found Spike on the other side. Angel smiled then wrapped
his arms around the younger vampire’s waist and pulled him forward. Spike’s
arms snaked around Angel’s neck as they kissed.
Angel pulled
back first and smiled at his childe. “You got away okay?”
“Ya it was easy, considerin’ that
every one of the damned scoobys hates me.” He smirked
then bent down to pick up his over night bag.
The two walked
inside. Spike threw his duster across Angel’s couch while Angel put his bags in
their room. This had been the arrangement for a while now, ever since Spike had
shown up in
“How’s it been
goin’ over here lately?” Spike asked as he walked
into the room they shared. “With the detective agency and
what not.”
“Good,
everything’s great.” Angel nodded. His eyes casually drifted over to the bed
then back to Spike. “Think we did enough of the small talk thing?”
“Hell yes.”
Spike breathed before lunging at Angel.
The force
knocked the two vampires onto the bed where they proceeded to undress each
other. Spike’s hands flew to Angel’s belt, opening it with ease. The next to
come were Angel’s two hundred dollar Armani slacks. While Spike was busy with
Angel’s pants Angel had already got Spike out of his black tee- shirt and
jeans. The floor around the queen-sized bed was soon littered with clothing and
Angel had begun to search for lube.
He soon found
a bottle and unscrewed the cap. Seconds later Angel was inside his boy,
creating that much needed friction that they had gone without for nearly three
months. It was over to soon for both of them as Angel collapsed onto Spike’s
back.
“Good god I
missed that.” Spike panted.
“Me too.” Angel nodded as he pulled out of his boy and collapsed
onto the bed. “We both need some sleep, I’ll take the
day off tomorrow so we can catch up a bit more.”
“Sounds good.” Spike smiled, rolling on top of Angel and
resting his head on his sire’s chest.
Angel began to
lightly stroke Spike’s hair. “Goodnight Will.” He said softly. Spike didn’t answer, he just began to purr against Angel’s chest as they
both fell asleep.
The next
morning Angel was awoken by the shrill cry of Cordelia. “OH
MY GOD!” She screamed as her eyes fell upon the sight of her boss naked
in bed with Spike. Spike however had managed to sleep through that, that boy
could sleep through an earthquake.
Angel sat up
and gently pushed Spike off to the other side of the bed. “Cordelia shut up!”
He hissed at the girl.
She didn’t listen, instead she started to back away as she pulled a
cross from her pocket. “Get back! You evil vampire guy!”
Angel pushed
he covers back and retrieved his pants from the floor. “I’m not evil.” He said
quietly, trying not to wake Spike up.
“Doyle!”
Cordelia yelled. “Get your Irish ass down here! He’s evil!”
“Cordelia!” Angel half shouted as he pulled on his shirt. “I’m not
evil.”
“Doyle!”
Cordelia shouted again. This time there were pounding steps coming down the
stairs to Angel’s under ground apartment.
Doyle appeared
at the door to Angel’s room a second later. He swore under his breath in Gaelic
when he saw who was in Angel’s bed. “Angel man, ya
didn’t!” He said in shock.
“Actually I
did, but I’m not evil!” Angel yelled this time.
“Prove it!”
Cordelia said in her normal snobby tone. “What would only Angel know?” She
asked, turning to Doyle.
“Um...” Doyle
stopped to think. “Oh! I got it!” The two turned back to Angel. “What kind of
demon am I?”
“No, he can
smell that, pick something else.” Cordelia waved her hand dismissively.
Doyle paused
as he searched for something only Angel would know. “Oh! All right what’s my
ex. wife’s name?”
Cordelia
smacked Doyle on the shoulder. “That’s perfect!” She smiled.
Angel sighed,
massaging the bridge of his nose. “Your ex.’s name is Harry, short for
Harriet.” He looked back at Spike to make sure the racket hadn’t woken him up.
“Can you put the cross down now?”
Reluctantly
Cordelia put it away. “Okay, so you’re not evil. Then why is captain peroxide
in your bed?”
“We’ve
been...” He trailed off. “We’ve been kinda sleeping together for a few months.”
Cordelia’s jaw dropped. “One weekend a month he comes out here. He gets here
Friday night and leaves Sunday night. And I go down to Sunnydale two Saturdays
a month and come back that night.”
“How long has
this been going on?” Cordelia hissed. “And since when are you gay?”
“It’s been
going on since he came looking for the Gem of Amarra
and I’m not gay.” Angel said quickly. “It is a known fact that vampires don’t
care about gender or species. Plus he’s my childe, it’s my right as sire to
sleep with him when ever and where ever I chose and if you will excuse me I’m
taking today off” He said the last part a bit loudly as he pushed the two out
of the room and into the hallway. He then closed the door in their faces. The
door opened again and Angel poked his head out. “One more thing, don’t come
down here again.” He shut the door.
Out in the
hall Cordelia turned to Doyle. “What just happened here?” She said, confusion
seeping through her voice.
“I think
Angel’s sleeping with Spike.” Doyle said simply.
“Well I know
that.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “But what happened.”
“He just took
the day off and kicked us out of his room.” With that Doyle turned and started
up the stairs, Cordelia mumbling behind him.
“Can’t believe he dumped us for Spike.” She hissed under her
breath as she and Doyle went up the stairs and into the office.
In Angel’s
room Spike had finally woken up. Angel was in the shower so he sat in bed
waiting for him to come out. Truth be told he had been
awake since Cordelia had found them, he had just chosen to remain silent and
watch the sparks fly. There was one side effect in all this, why didn’t Angel
change when they slept together? The sex was great, perfect even, so why didn’t
he change?
A moment later
Angel walked out of the shower and looked at Spike. “You’re finally awake. You
could sleep through an earthquake boy.” He smirked, pulling off his towel and
settling into bed.
Angel leaned
in to kiss Spike but Spike pulled away. “Do I make you happy?” He asked.
“What?” Angel
said dumbly, what was Spike getting at?
“Do I make you
happy?” Spike said again. “Cause, if I made you happy then you’d turn to
Angelus every time we slept together. But you don’t. You did when you slept
with Buffy, so why does it not happen with me?”
Angel sighed.
He scooted over to Spike and placed his hands around the younger man’s waist.
“You do make me happy Spike. It’s just...” He stopped, trying to find the right
words. “I’ve done so many things to you, I’ve beat you, I’ve raped you, I’ve
abused you and tortured you. I’ve nearly staked you hundreds of times. I’ve
done so much to you that I can’t look at you with out remembering all the pain
I’ve caused you. So when I make love to you, be it hard and fast or slow and
beautiful, I will always remember hurting you. And I will always be sorry for
what I’ve done to you but I will always love you no matter what.” Angel smiled
at his boy.
“You love me?”
Spike whispered.
“With all my soul.” Angel whispered back, placing a gentile kiss
on Spike’s forehead then his lips. After that they didn’t leave Angel’s room
until Sunday night when Spike had to leave.
Cordelia and
Doyle said their goodbyes then left Angel and Spike alone. “You got
everything?” Angel asked as he handed Spike his bag.
“Ya.” Spike nodded.
“Don’t forget
about the three pints of human blood in there, you get those into the fridge
right away or they’re ruined.” Angel said smoothing the lapels of Spike’s
duster.
“Alright mom.” Spike chuckled.
“Now you know
that there’s always a place for you here if Sunnydale doesn’t work out.” Angel
said softly, trying to be discrete.
“I know.”
Spike nodded in agreement. “But they need me there. Granted they don’t know it
yet but they do on occasion and you know me, I need me space. But maybe now
that your pet humans know about us I could come out
more often.”
“I’d like
that.” Angel smiled. He leaned in and gave Spike one final kiss.
“Love you.”
Spike said quietly then turned to leave.
“Love you
too.” Angel called after his childe as the blonde disappeared into the night.
Spike drove
his Desoto at break neck speed to get home before sunrise. He got back just as
the sky had started to turn pink with the onset of the morning sun. He ran into
his crypt and bolted the door. He set his bag down on the floor and pulled out
the bags of blood, when he turned to put them in the fridge he found Buffy
sitting on a coffin.
“Where’ve you
been Spike?” She said calmly.
“None of your business slayer.” He snapped at the
blonde. He stalked over to the mini fridge and pushed the bags of blood inside.
He slammed the fridge shut then turned back to Buffy. “What are you doin’ here anyways? Shouldn’t you be out rescuin’ a kitty from a tree?”
“I got an
interesting phone call Saturday morning.” She said, ignoring his earlier
insult. “It was Cordelia.”
Spike’s face
fell. That stupid bint had told Buffy. She was going to kill him. “So? Why
should I care what the prom queen has to say?” He tried his best to act tough
in what were going to be his final moments of life.
“What was
interesting is I came over here Friday night. We needed your help but you
weren’t here.” Buffy looked him dead in the eye, she was pissed. “Then Cordelia calls telling us that you were in
“Ya, I was helpin’ them.” He said,
going along with the lie.
Buffy stalked
over to him. “Ya well, next time you go away be sure to tell us. You never know we might need some extra
muscle one of these apocalypses. Besides, Giles wants me to keep an eye on you
to make sure you don’t go somewhere to get that chip out.”
“Don’t worry
‘bout that slayer.” Spike grunted. “This chip is stayin’
right where it is. For now at least.” He smirked. “Now
if ya don’t mind its bed time for me. So leave.” He
swaggered over to one of the coffins and pulled a dirty blanket off the floor.
“You’re
disgusting Spike.” Buffy rolled her eyes and walked out the door.
When she was
gone Spike couldn’t help but smirk. “Score one for the prom queen.” He chuckled
then rolled over and dropped off to sleep. His and Angel’s secrete was safe for
now and that’s all that mattered.
Buffy got back
to Giles’ apartment just as the sun peeked over the horizon. The gang was
already assembled and eating breakfast. Warm smiles greeted her when she walked
in. Buffy took a seat next to Xander and helped
herself to some pancakes.
“So how’d it
go Buff?”
“Ya how goes the
“Nothin’ big.” Buffy shrugged. “Him
and Angel are sleepin’ together. Nothing
out of the ordinary.” Xander nodded and everyone
went back to eating their pancakes.
Fin
Random
thought. I’m just trying to break my writer’s block. R&R
please.