AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
TITLE:  Angel's Day Off... (What?) 
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING:  Angel/Spike 
SUMMARY: Spike comes to bug Angel on his day off. 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:  All thanks to Sueworld for her wonderful picture 
that inspired this little story.  Please go look at the wonderful 
piccie, which rendered us both speechless for several minutes.  In 
particular, muse on where Spike's other hand is and what it is 
doing.  
http://www.img4.photobucket.com/albums/0803/sueworld2003/Album%
202/what1.jpg .
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance .  Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it is going. 
SPOILERS: Season 5 Ats, nothing specific. 
WARNINGS: Pure unadulterated fluff and schmoop.  Be forewarned. 
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss 
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little 
while though. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
 
There is a sound of elevator doors opening. 

Angel sighs and turns a page and he doesn't even have to see who it 
is to know who it is, he can sense who it is.  "Go away."
 
"Not gonna.  It's Sunday, there's no one else here, and I'm bored.  
Oh, look, you're naked."  
 
"Really am I? How very observant of you. And yes it's Sunday my day 
OFF...and I don't want to deal with you now go *away*."
 
"Too bad."  Spike saunters over to the bookshelf and picks up a book 
and sits down between Angel's legs, his own legs bent, feet outside 
Angel's legs, and props the book on Angel's ass.  "Don't like reading 
alone." 
 
"Spike get off me, and get out now. I don't care about your neediness 
and thirst for company. Not my problem and get the damn book off of 
my ass."
 
"Not gonna.  Can't make me.  Besides, it's not like you *need* more 
brooding time.  Gonna keep you company for your own good."  
 
Angel huffs and turns another page. "*I'm* not brooding I'm reading 
damn it. Spike please...I wanted a peaceful day where I could just 
read. So what if I chose to do it nude no big I'm allowed. But I 
don't want or need *you* here, you are *not* good for me in anyway 
shape or form."
 
"Yes I am.  You just don't want to admit it, you bloody ponce."  One 
of Spike's hands slips down under his book.    
 
Angel freezes. "Don't even."
 
"What?"  Spike says, innocently. "You don't *like* it?" 
 
"Don't be a moron Spike and get your hand *out* from under the book, 
and like now."
 
"I think you like it and you just don't want to say so.  Here, let's 
check."  Spike's hand goes lower, sliding up under Angel's 
body.  "Yep, you bloody well like it all right." 
 
Angel grunts. "That was there before you got here, *real* interesting 
book. Now take your hand off my parts please."
 
"Oh, please, Angel, that has to be the lamest fucking excuse I've 
ever heard."  Spike hand slides up and down under Angel's body.  "I 
suppose you're going to say all *that* is the book too.  He's getting 
harder by the second."  
 
Angel can't help the chuckle. "He? Is he a separate being now?"
 
"He's certainly big enough," says Spike.  "And you keep saying it has 
a mind of its own.  I should give him some clever little pet name, 
like the throbbing anaconda of love."  
 
Angel outright laughs now. "Shut up not amused." He is silent a 
moment then says conversationally. "Hate that name and *he* does have 
a mind of his own...idgit."
 
Spike's other hand slips under the book down, and Spike 
chuckles.  "Well, I'll talk to him then.  Hey, Mr. Magnificent Cock, 
you want to come play?"  
 
Angel represses the moan and pillows his head on one hand and starts 
to read. "I'll just ignore you then if you won't listen *and* you 
know I can, William."
 
"We'll see.  Just go ahead and sodding well ignore *this*."  Spike's 
upper hand moves sharply forward towards Angel's ass.  
 
Angel freezes again and he says low, "You wouldn't dare."
 
"What?  I thought you were going to ignore me.  Just keep ignoring 
me, I'll have my fun." 
 
"Hard to ignore where you think that hand is going to head *William*."
 
"Think?  I *know* it's going to head there."  He moves his hand even 
more forward, his finger making a swirling motion.  "Coming in for a 
landing, soon, mate." 
 
Angel closes the book and looks over his shoulder at Spike. "Will, 
enough playing. I don't find this funny."
 
"Hello, Mr. Asshole, do you want me to come in?"  Then, in a squeaky 
voice," Why yes I do Mr. Finger, come right on in...and bring your 
friend Mr. Penis later." 
 
Angel growls. "Not funny Will...I'm so serious...breaking Vampire 
lore and the fact I'll kill you is about to happen don't do it."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Come on, Angel.  You know all those moans and 
whimpers I make when you do it to me.  Haven't you ever wondered what 
it felt like to make me do that?"  
 
Angel looks forward and mutters. "No, I haven't and don't change the 
point here. The point is I said no and I said I would kill you.  Now 
leave while my humor is still intact."
 
"Loosen up, Angel.  C'mon.  Just let me push it in a little.  It's 
just a finger...." 
 
Angel mutters. "You say that-- but hey, you're not the one risking 
pride, standing, power and hey the fact it's never been done to 
achieve this one finger goal of yours."
 
"Nobody has to know.  And since when did you care about standing in 
the vamp community anymore?" 
 
Angel grunts then mutters. "Shut up, Will, you smart little bastard I 
always hated when you did that." But he quiets after and relaxes and 
says no more just reopening his book and tries to looks in depth in 
the pages. 
 
Spike pushes his finger forward, sinking it in to the first knuckle 
while his other hand continues to slide up and down under Angel's 
body.  
 
Angel swallows his moan of pain and pleasure mixed and he starts to 
grind his lower lip between his teeth, still staring at the pages 
now, the words blending together. 
 
Spike hmmms and keeps pushing, slowly.  He removes his finger briefly 
and starts to work in some lube, and then pushes it back in 
again.  "A fucking boy scout I am, always prepared." 
 
Angel releases a tiny gasp when he says, knowing the double meaning 
is not lost on him, "That's nice-- always good to be prepared."
 
"Boy, *he* seems to like it.  Bloody rock fucking hard, he is."  
Spike starts pumping the one finger slowly in and out.  
 
Angel swallows a whimper now, closes the book, and pushes it off the 
bed in frustration.  Damn book anyway...lot of good it did. 
 
Spike adds some more lube and carefully slides in a second finger, 
twisting and scissoring them.  "Don't like the book anymore?" 
 
Angel moans, his brogue slipping through, "No, it was boring. I read 
it a thousand times before. I just wanted to be nostalgic."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Nostalgia is nice.  But I like trying new things 
every now and then."  He works his fingers deeper and pushes across 
the prostate.  
 
Angel screams, "Holy shit! What the fuck was that?"
 
Spike chuckles.  "Part of the reason I moan and whine and whimper and 
squirm for you when you do this.   The prostate, that's what that 
is.  Here it goes again."  He pushes it, harder, over and over.  
 
Angel screams in ecstasy and pushes back hard on Spike's fingers then 
seems to realize he did that and he freezes slightly. "Oh, god I did 
not just do that."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Yes, you did.  I felt it and everything."  
 
Angel swallows and mutters, "Shit." Then he closes his eyes and 
tentatively pushes back again slightly on the fingers invading him. 
 
Spike murmurs, "Good," and keeps pushing firmly in and out.  He's 
wanted to do this for so long.  
 
Angel groans. "Don't soothe me, you little shit. I'm older than you, 
just do it already."
 
"Only too happy to,"  Spike says, grinning.  He slides down the 
sweats he is wearing and lubes up his cock as he continues to stroke 
his fingers in and out, and then he lines up and starts pushing in.   
 
Angel makes a keening noise in his throat as Spike pushes into his 
body bit by bit. He relaxes his body as best as he can and threads 
his fingers in the bed sheets. 
 
"Fuck goddamn buggerin' tight ass...never... knew... it... would... 
feel... so... good!"  Spike grunts out as he fully seats himself and 
starts to pump in and out at a slow and steady pace.  
 
Angel only moans one word in a tiny whispers as he rubs his forehead 
into the bed. "Ditto."
 
"Ditto?  Fuckin' ditto?  Apparently you're only talkative when you're 
on the other end, huh?"  Spike asks.  
 
Angel smiles and decides to be a smartass. "Yep."
 
Spike changes the angles of his strokes, pushing down deeper and 
harder and pressing firmly on the prostate with each stroke.  "Ok, 
try this one on.  I'm hoping for at least a moan." 
 
Angel does indeed moan and he pushes back on Spike's cock and moans 
louder. "Gooooodd God...Christ...Christ."
 
Spike purrs and moans hard himself as Angel pushes back to meet 
him.  "That's better.  You are soooo fuckin' tight, damn!  I've 
wanted this for so bloody long."  
 
Angel moans, then belts out on each pant, and whimpers, "Of course I 
am dipshit...fucking virgin here...at least there...I never got 
around that damn much in Galway...god, harder Will."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Never stopped you from commenting how tight my ass 
was every damn time.  And you just called me Will.  You *must* be in 
a good mood."  Spike picks up the pace, pushing harder and faster. 
 
Angel whimpers and shivers. "It's ok when I do it. I'm selfish that 
way. Plus William's too long to moan on a breath plus always hated 
Spike. Now please just make me cum...begging you, pleading even."
 
"Well when you put it *that* way, how can I resist?"  Spike coos.  
His hand slides under encircling Angel's cock and pumping as he 
pistons harder in and out of Angel, building towards climax.  
 
"Shit, YES...oh please...oh please....need just one more thing just 
one more thing...please Will, please bite me...bite me, bite me." 
Angel moans. 
 
Spike shifts into gameface and moves forward swiftly to bit into 
Angel's neck and he thrusts in even harder, slamming into him.  He 
drinks his Sire's incredible nectar and it sends him over the edge, 
cumming hard, filling Angel's ass with cool seed. 
 
Angel screams wordlessly and he cums bucking and shuddering into the 
sheets below him. 
 
Spike pulls out his fangs, licking the wounds closed.  "Now wasn't 
that a better way to spend your day off?"  
 
Angel chuckles into the bed. "Well I did get off...so it had this 
whole *off* feel to it. But yes...yes Will so much better thank you."
 
Spike purrs and chuckles as well.  "So... interested in doing some 
more fun things to pass the time?"  
 
Angel smiles and pats the space next to him on the bed. "Did your 
video game system break?"
 
Spike slides off and cuddles up next to Angel.  "Nope.  Just got 
tired of waiting for you to stop 'atin' me and decided to take 
matters into my own hands, so to speak."  He laughs.  
 
Angel laughs and smacks the back of Spike's head. "Idgit."
 
Spike purrs.  "You *do* say the sweetest things." 
 
Angel grins and slips into his brogue knowing how Spike can't resist 
it and gets closer to his face. "Of course I do laddie how else can I 
get innocent virgins into my bed?"
 
Spike shivers.  "That damn brogue.  You know I can't resist that.  
Never could...when you'd come talking in that deep evil voice of 
yours making me want to crawl to you."  
 
"Aye and I loved it when you came crawling to made my cock turn to 
steel and my chest cavity ache. Maybe my soul was always meant to be 
here and maybe you were one of the first signs it belonged inside me. 
Maybe it ached cause it knew something was missing inside me to make 
*me* perfect for you." Angel grins. "Or maybe I just want so sweet 
talk you so you'll let me touch you...who knows anymore? I'm a evil 
shit."
 
Spike chuckles.  "You don't have to sweet talk me to touch me.  You 
know I'm a willing little slut for you."  Spike chuckles.  "But I 
like the sweet talk anyway."  
 
Angel reaches out tentatively. He chuckles softly, "You know I'm 
actually scared to touch you cause it's been so long and I don't want 
to do it wrong."
 
Spike purrs and snuggles in closer.  "You can't do it wrong.  Not 
with me."  
 
Angel nods and lowers his hand to Spike's face and just starts with 
soft gentle brushes of his fingers over his cheekbones.
 
Spike closes his eyes and moans softly.  He moves his hands down and 
rests them on Angel's chest, not stroking, just resting them there 
against the skin. 
 
Angel moves his fingers to Spike's closed eyelids and just skims over 
the surface. "I remember torturing you with my exploration of you one 
night. You came three times and I didn't even touch you in anyway 
really sexual, do you remember that?"
 
"Yes," Spike whimpers, "I remember.  Your hands... your fucking 
fantastic hands.  I could never resist the way they felt on me."  
 
Angel hums and runs his fingers over Spike's lips, then moves them 
down to Spike's neck and tilts his face from side to side as he 
caresses certain points on his neck. "And I could never resist 
touching you, you were a drug to me. Feel like a drug to me now."
 
"And I'm fucking stone hard and you haven't gotten past my neck.  
Nice to know I still affect you, though.  I've been wondering." 
 
"Ah, the act worked then did it? I don't know why, Spike, and I 
couldn't tell you most days why I keep trying so hard to banish my 
feelings. Maybe it's just easier to fight you then to admit how I've 
wronged you."
 
Spike hmmms.  "Yeah.  Much easier for me to fight than admit I need 
and want you."  
 
"Well, then.  Now what are we gonna do once we don't fight anymore 
over stuff we know won't work?" *Angel says as he scratches his nails 
over Spikes nipples softly. 
 
Spike moans and arches towards Angel's touch.  "Maybe... we could try 
starting over again."
 
"That sounds awfully easy Will. Think we can manage easy?"
 
"I dunno.  May be too bloody simple for us to handle.  But we can 
give it a go.  Worst thing that happens is we go back to hating each 
other." Spike moans again as Angel continues to touch him.  
 
Angel sighs and grips Spike's cock lightly in his fist. "I dinna hate 
you Will, I dinna know how to correct my errors."
 
Spike gasps.  "That's a nice start right there."  
 
"Ah, is it now?" Angel says as he starts to stroke up and down. "Well 
if I knew all I had to do to get into your good graces was to give 
your little willy a little tug we could've mended ages ago once I had 
fashion sense with my soul. I was kind of crazy for a bit. I found it 
divine retribution for what I did to Dru."
 
"*Little* willy?  Now I'm insulted," Spike says teasingly, 
chuckling.  "But yeah, been there with the crazy myself.  Not as long 
as you, but then I've never been the introspective sort."  
 
Angel chuckles. "Three weeks in a school basement stocked with pretty 
school girls isn't crazy-- it's a buffet with a guidance counselor-- 
but I have a soul now, so I didn't say that."
 
Spike laughs.  "Told you I wasn't very introspective, mate.  Didn't 
take me that long to come to terms with it.  Sorry."  He grins.  
 
Angel shakes his head and trails his other hand down to lift Spike's 
leg up to his hip. "Don't worry about it, Will. You were never quite 
as evil as me anyway. I knew it wouldn't be forever and you had 
help." Then he taps two fingers against Spike's lips and waggles his 
brow. "Lick these would you?"
 
Spike opens his mouth and starts obediently licking the fingers, 
purring louder as he does so.  His hands stroke down Angel's chest 
now and onto his abs, and one hand encircles his massive cock.  
 
Angel moans and lets Spike lick a bit more until his fingers are 
coated, then he takes them out and trails them to Spike's pucker, 
moving in tiny circles around his hole. 
 
Spike moans and mewls and his hips push in tiny circles, barely able 
to contain himself.  His Sire always loved teasing him, and he loved 
it as well.  His hand pumps slowly up and down on Angel's cock as he 
waits. 
 
Angel presses the two fingers against the hole. "Want them inside 
you?"
 
"Yes, please, please, Angel, put them inside me.  Want them so bad."  
Spike begs.
  
Angel nods and presses his fingers inward, breaching Spike's rear 
entrance and pushing inside him slowly, twisting and scissoring his 
fingers as he goes* "Anything for you, Will."
 
Spike gasps and pushes back against Angel's fingers.  His cock leaps 
in Angel's grasp, and his own hand slides up and strokes gently over 
the delicate head of Angel's cock before pumping back down again.  
 
Angel starts to pant. The feeling of Spike's silky tightness and his 
expert hands on his cock are already proving to be his undoing. "I 
can't do this teasing for long. Write that on your calendar as a 
world ending event."
 
Spike chuckles.  "I will."  He moves his lips close to Angel's and 
whispers.  "Does that mean you're going to fuck my tight little ass 
soon?" 
 
Angel shivers, takes his fingers out of Spike's hole, lines himself 
up, and nods, looking deep into Spike's eyes as he pushes slowly into 
him. "Fuuuccckkk yessss that's exactly what it means 
Will...god....god."
 
Spike writhes against Angel and groans as Angel's cock enters him for 
the first time in so many years.  It's almost like being reborn.  His 
eyes are wide and open, every last bit of emotion showing 
through.  "Fuck dear god in heaven I've bloody missed that."
 
Angel reaches back and clenches Spike's asscheeks in his big 
hands. "God yes...oh god Will yes me too, me too. Feel so good, so 
tight and so damn good."
 
Spike moans and arches against Angel, then pushes his hips back hard 
against him.  He wraps one leg over Angel and pulls closer to him, 
wanting him deeper and deeper still.  "Fuck!  Wanted this so bad for 
so fucking long!" 
 
Angel moans, the tightness engulfing him. "So beautiful, Will, you're 
so beautiful-- every part so beautiful-- my beautiful boy."
 
Spike can't hold back then the tears that squeeze out of his 
eyes.  "Damn.  Would've crawled over broken glass to hear those words 
again."  
 
Angel moves faster and harder then, going deeper to bat against 
Spike's prostate and he repeats. "My beautiful boy, Will. That's what 
you are-- my beautiful boy."
 
Spike cries out and pulls his body tight against Angel's as he buries 
his face in Angel's neck.  "It's too much, too good, can't be 
happening,"  he moans.  "I'm fucking dreaming again."  
 
Angel gasps in wonder. "You dream about me?"
 
"Only every sodding night."  Spike kisses Angel's neck.  "Sometimes 
it's memories, sometimes it's dreaming about something just like 
this...being in your arms again."  
 
Angel lays his head on top of Spike's and moves a bit slower again, 
still pushing against Spike's prostate, then he reaches between then 
and grips Spike's cock again in his fist. "I dream about you too, 
Will."
 
"Really?"  Spike's voice comes back tentatively.  His hips jerk as 
Angel grasps his cock, and his hands stroke across Angel's chest.  
 
"Yes, really. I dreamt about you before I even saw your face. Why 
wouldn't I dream about you still? You've always been inside me in one 
way or another.  You're always going to be a part of me-- the biggest 
part of me," Angel says as he starts to pump languidly. 
 
Spike moans.  "Before you saw me?"  His fingers begin teasing and 
pulling on Angel's nipples as he sucks and licks on Angel's neck.  He 
keeps thrusting back against Angel, meeting his cock, almost willing 
it to go deeper and harder, like he cannot get enough of him.   
 
Angel jacks his hips a bit harder so he can go deeper, as if sensing 
this need. "Aye, before I even saw you. I would fall asleep at night 
next ta Darla and I would envision this being who gave me pleasure 
like no one else ever could, and I wanted to possess it, own it. I 
always dissmissed it for being fickle with Darla. But when I met you 
it just felt like...well, like we've always said..fate and destiny, 
Will. It felt like my dream became reality, like you stepped from my 
head into physical form just for me."
 
"Fuck!  You're the fucking poet, not me.  That's the most beautiful 
goddamn thing I ever heard in my whole bloody existence and I want to 
get down and kiss your feet for it." Spike moans.  "But I was made 
for you, truly.  I never existed til you found me."   
 
Angel smiles and leans forward, whispering, before he licks up 
Spike's neck, "No you really didn't....and neither did I...neither 
did I."
 
Spike hisses in pleasure and leans back his head, exposing his throat 
to Angel.  "Gonna cum soon, can't help it...too good.  Please bite 
me, Angel.  Please.  I need to feel it again."  
 
"Ok baby boy. Me too, me too. So close so close too good being inside 
you again." Angel changes and slowly sinks his fangs into Spike's 
neck, the sweet nectar too sweet and good on top of his emotions, and 
he cums spilling into Spike his cool seed, soothing Spike's by now 
fiery insides.
 
Spike cums hard, splashing into Angel's fist as his body bucks and 
jerks in the limited fashion it can, pinioned as he is at both ends.  
A strangled cry emits from his throat.  "Annnnnngellll!"  
 
Angel drinks a bit more then pulls his fangs from Spike's neck and 
purrs into his ear, happy and sated. 
 
Spike purrs too, curling closer to Angel.  He chuckles at last, 
whispering in Angel's ear.  "I'm very glad you decided to read naked 
today."  
 
Angel chuckles. "All my around-the-apartment clothes are being 
washed. You caught me at laundry time...lucky little bastard. But I'm 
glad you caught me reading naked."
 
Spike sighs.  "It was fate.  Fate and destiny, like always."  
 
Angel kisses Spike. "Yes, like always. Stay...maybe if you want, 
sleep with me. Would you?"
 
"I'll stay as long as you want me."  Spike says.  "For as long as you 
want me."  
 
Angel pulls the covers around them and pulls Spike closer, throwing a 
possessive arm around him. "I have ta warn ya, lad, that offer could 
prove time consuming.  You see, I'm gonna live forever. But if that 
idea doesn't offend you, we may have ta try forever out for size."
 
"Forever, then."  Spike says, sighing happily.  "I can do forever." 
 
Angel smiles and closes his eyes, "Forever it is then til the end of 
time."
 

THE END