Author: Inca
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Rating M: m/m sex
Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: Angel season 5 kinda � but established relationship
Summary: Faith needs some help, and Spike�s getting jealous
Authors notes: Every year N-Dawg and I exchange slash stories in lieu of a birthday card. This is N-Dawg�s card from me. If things seem incongruous, it�s because I allowed her to request things in the story.
+Reference to X-men
+Faith has to be in it. AND at some point, Angel has to be fiddling with a paper clip and talking about breaking into a building, and Faith has to reply with "what are ya gonna do? Macgyver you're way in?"
+ A Hanson song � �when you�re gone� � the lyrics � �coz my forehead is still bleeding, from the thorns I used to wear� have to be said by someone and someone else preferably Angel, has to go "you're not Jesus"
~ In my world, Faith hugs
~ Australian spell check, except for 'cell phones' ... cause thats what Angel says
Dedicated to the bestest friend a slasher could have! Happy Birthday N-Dawg!
Angel scratched the back of his head.
�So why did that guy turn into a girl?�
Spike looked at him confused. He shook his head slowly and tossed some popcorn into his mouth.
�The mans� son,� Angel tried to explain, �And he didn�t talk, he was in a wheel chair, and when he went into the other mans� head he was a little girl.�
�Oh Jason?� He waited for Angel to open the glass door of the lobby for him. Angel obliged, rolling his eyes, and they walked out onto the sidewalk.
�Yes?� Angel prodded, dusting some popcorn dust off his black tailored suit.
�Don�t know. Just did. And the other guy was Professor Xavier.�
�Right.�
They walked down the brightly-lit LA streets heading towards Wolfram and Hart. People bustled past them despite the late hour.
Spike sighed. He was trying to get his Sire to come into the 21st century, one step at a time, sick of Angel whining about e-mail and cell phones and elevators and any other numerable things he had to come into contact with because of modern technology.
The guy doesn�t even know how to turn on the tube.
So when he had seen an X-men double feature in the paper he had wheedled Angel into seeing it with him.
Popular movies, great special effects. Made within the last fifty years�
But now, with Angel confused and bored, it seemed like he had made a bad decision.
�Didn�t you enjoy it?�
�Me?� Angel widened his eyes. �No, I loved it. Really. It was great. Thankyou, very nice.�
�I can�t believe you don�t like X-men. They�re all fighting the fight for good. I thought you�d love it.�
Who doesn�t love X-men? They�re the best.
�Oh, I did,� he smiled forcefully. �I did.�
�Hmmmmm.�
�I just didn�t understand some things.�
�Well what didn�t you understand?�
�Well,� Angel started, eyeing off the remaining popcorn, �You know the blue woman?�
�Mistique.�
�She could shapeshift, right?�
�Right.� He answered around a mouthful of corn.
�Yeah, well when they�re all trying to get into the compound at the end, why didn�t she just turn into a shovel, and then wait outside for someone to take her in. Or a gun.�
�Well, that wouldn�t have been very exciting would ��
He was interrupted by the tune of Angel�s cell phone. Angel looked confused, his phone constantly defeating him.
�Angel, your arse is ringing.� He stated, as Angel pulled the phone out of his pocket, �Polyphonic.�
�I don�t remember taking it, Hello?�
Spike finished the rest of the popcorn and tossed the carton in a bin as Angel talked.
�Oh!� Spike looked up at the excited tone of the other man�s voice.
He never sounds excited.
What is he excited about?
He frowned.
�Who is it?� Spike whispered, Angel putting his finger up to hush him, turned away slightly.
�Who is it?� he asked again, louder.
Angel made a �shhh� sound.
�Ahh, right, right, we can do that.� Angel nodded, smiling. �Yes. I�m good. Okay. We were headed back anyhow.�
�Let�s go get Krispy Kreme.�
Angel frowned, �Sorry? Repeat that?� he said into the phone.
�KRISPY KREME! I want a doughnut, the glazed one.�
Angel looked at his watch. �Another, oh, say, 5 minutes and we�ll be there. Okay� Okay� Bye!�
He hung up the phone and put it in his coat pocket.
Spike watched with eyebrows raised.
�What?� He asked, guilelessly.
�Who the fuck was on the bloody phone?�
�Oh,� he smiled, �Faith. She needs our help. I haven�t seen her for ages.�
�Faith,� Spike repeated. �I didn�t know you and her were such good friends.�
How does he know Faith?
�Well, yeah, she�s helped me, I her. We keep in contact, but I haven�t seen her for a while.�
�I talked to her a few times, myself. She told me about her sex life and � things.� He watched Angel to see how he would react.
�Well she doesn�t exactly keep it secret� he laughed.
Spike nodded along, Angel�s laughter jarring him a little.
�Right, good, so is there anything else about the movie you didn�t get?�
�No, it�s good� he looked at his watch again, �can we hurry?�
�Yeah, we can go to Krispy Kreme later I guess.� He pouted.
�Krispy Kreme?� Angel asked, confused for a moment, before turning and walking swiftly down the street.
�Hey, wait!�
~~~~~
�Angel! My man!� Faith uncurled from the sofa as the two vampires walked into the office. She wore leather pants and white tank top, he black bra slightly showing. Her beaten up duffel bag was tossed next to Angel�s desk.
�Faith. It�s good to � see you, again. How is everything?� They hugged.
Angel hugs people?
�Oh you know me, five by ��
�Five.� He finished, nodding.
They laughed.
�Whoa,� she said, gesturing around the room. �Nice. Big. Last time I was in this building, I was contracted to kill you.�
�You what?� asked Spike.
�Hey.� She turned to him, smiling, �I was contracted to kill Angel by the evil law firm. I didn�t know you were in L.A.�
�Yeah, am.�
�Heard you died.�
�Did.�
�You look good.� She turned back to Angel. �So I got a problem.�
�I heard,� he said, walking to his desk and sitting down. Faith moved behind him and sat on his desk, one leg swinging back and forth. �Tell me about it? What do you need?�
What do you need Faith? Spike sneered in the centre of the room where they had left him.
�Okay, the skinny, I need to get a very old book, the book is behind a door, I need a big expensive rock to open the door, and I don�t have a rock.�
�What kind of rock? Do you know where it is?�
�The rock� she started as she pulled two folded up pieces of paper from her pants pocket. She handed them to Angel, one detailing a gem and the other a mug shot.
�Is called the Ulythgerian Gem.� she continued, gesturing to the first paper, �it belongs to Mr Robert Dannes of Beverly Hills who will probably not give it to me to use. Even if I ask really nicely.�
Angel scanned the mug shot.
�He�s a crook?�
�Yup, that picture was taken because of his first murder, seven years ago. Was acquitted.�
�Probably by us.�
�Well I didn�t want to be the one to say it.� she smiled.
Spike watched them, arms crossed.
�So you want to steal the gem from him?� Angel put the papers down.
�Natch.� She shrugged, smiling, �But heres the thing, the gem? Heavily guarded. He�s got it in a vault at his house. And this guy is rich, state of the art security.�
�Guards?� he fiddled with some paperclips, snapping the papers together, as he thought.
She nodded.
�Laser sensors?�
�Pretty sure.�
�So, how are we going to get in?� he mused to himself, leaning back in his chair and watching his fingers twist and turn the clip in his hand.
�What are ya gonna do?� she asked, gesturing to the paperclip. �Macgyver you�re way in?�
He smiled faintly and rocked forward in his chair, picking up his phone.
�Harmony? Get Gunn on the phone for me?�
�Why do you need this book anyway?� Spike asked.
Angel and Faith both turned to him.
�There�s a group of kids. Three of them. Powerful ones. Not human. They were kidnapped years ago, kept by people, a group of warlocks, who are using them like batteries for spells. Their parents found me in Japan, they wanted me to help them. I said yes.�
Angel listened to her, frowning as she spoke.
�The kids are being kept in some sort of temporal shift.�
�And the book holds the spell that keeps them there?� Angel guessed.
�Yep. And I need the rock to open the door to get to the book.� She explained.
�All that for three kids, why not tie �em up with rope?� Spike interjected.
�These are powerful kids, they could get out, and the temporal shift helps drain their energy from them so it can be easily used by these warlocks. And the warlocks gave the rock to Dannes for safe keeping.�
�Won�t be safe now. Gunn?� Angel suddenly said into the phone. �Good. I need you to find a past client of Wolfram and Harts�. Mr Robert Dannes. See if we�ve got anything on him. Something big.�
Spike turned to Faith �Alright, me and Angel can take it from here.�
Faith blinked, shocked. �What?�
�Angel and I will do it. So just give us the��
�No way Angel!� She said angrily, turning to the older vampire, �I don�t want ��
�It�s okay,� Angel interrupted and turned to Spike. �She�s coming with us. Yes?� he said into the phone.
Spike opened his mouth to say something, but bit it back, frowning. Faith grinned at him.
Angel was quiet for a few minutes before thanking Gunn and hanging up.
�Let�s pay Dannes a visit. He might be interested in a trade.�
�You think you�ve got enough to lean on this guy so he�ll just give us the gem?� Faith asked, doubtful.
�It�s worth a shot. Wolfram and Hart seems to know where a lot of bodies are buried. Literally.�
~~~~~
�Mr Dannes, nice to meet you. Sorry about the hour.� Angel said pleasantly as he, Faith and Spike were led into a huge oak panelled study of Dannes� Beverly Hills estate. The walls were lined with bookshelves and animal heads and the floor was covered with an enormous rug.
�How dare you! My case was acquitted years ago. YEARS!� Dannes yelled, obviously irritated by the phone call Angel had made to him whilst driving over.
Robert Dannes was a short, stocky man, who seemed to sweat profusely. He was dressed in a lilac silk robe, and his comb-over shined in the muted lighting of the room.
Spike slumped into a chair as Faith and Angel both towered over Dannes in the centre of the room.
Why did I even come?
�Sadly, Wolfram and Hart may have made a mistake in your trial.� Angel started, �In that trial certain evidence was not entered. Such as the whereabouts of the bodies ��
�DAMN YOU! What do you want? Money? Majick?� he looked wildly from Angel to Faith.
�The Ulythgerian Gem� Faith answered, crossing her arms, �Give it to us and your past stays buried.�
Dannes gasped. �What do you need that for?� He asked quietly.
�You know why we need it.� Faith spat. �We need it to open your little prison.�
�I � can�t, we all made a pact � if I break it, they�ll�� Dannes stuttered, pacing across the floor.
Angel pulled his cell phone from his pocket and began to dial.
�All right then, see you in court.�
Dannes rushed to Angel and put his hand over the cell phone. He looked down, defeated.
�Alright. I have it here, � in a safe. I suppose you�ll also want to know where the book is? � He said, as Angel snapped his phone shut.
Faith smiled, smugly. �Thanks for co-operating.�
~~~~~
Faith, Angel and Spike trudged through the sewers.
�Okay, this is gross.� Faith stated.
�Don�t like the sewers?� Spike sneered, gazing at the grapefruit-sized green gem he was carrying. Intricate designs were carved into it, and it seemed to glow from within, casting an emerald gleam across his pale face.
�Is this shit?� Faith asked, ignoring him. �Do I have shit on my boots?�
�Best not to think about it� Angel answered, leading the party, glancing down ever so often to check the map Dannes had given them. He stopped and looked at a length of wall. White symbols were painted on it, squares and curlicues.
�Who puts a vault in the sewer?� Faith asked, wiping her shoe on the wall.
�Someone smart.� Angel motioned for the gem. Spike passed the rock over, watching as Angel consulted the paper Dannes that had given him. He held the gem and moved it close to the wall, igniting a stronger light inside the rock. The stone wall began to shimmer.
�So we open up the door, and there�s just gonna be a book in there?� Spike questioned.
�That�s the theory.�
�Here�s another one: the glowy rock explodes and we all die.� Spike said, eyeing the brightness of the gem.
The wall stopped shimmering and disappeared completely. A little nook in the wall was revealed with a book on a pedestal.
Nice touch
�So much for your theory.� Faith scoffed.
Angel looked around the small room before stepping cautiously inside. Faith headed in after him as he carefully opened the book, flicking through the pages. Spike stayed outside, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.
�Is it the right book?� Faith asked, peering over his shoulder.
�Far as I can tell.�
�Should we do the spell here, or take it back to Wolfram & Hart?�
Angel frowned, still flicking through the pages.
�If there�s any sort of spell or alarm we don�t want to activate it until we release those kids.� He located the spell in the book. �It�s a simple word spell, no ingredients at all. Look�s like it�s written in Ancient Berkely.�
�You can read it?� Faith asked, confusion lining her face as she scrutinised the text.
�Enough to get the pronunciations right.�
�So do the spell, get the kids �� Faith voiced.
�And take the book so the warlocks can�t do it again.� Angel finished.
�They�ll probably come looking for you.� Spike interjected, sourly.
Angel turned around to look at him. �And I�ll be there for them to find.�
He turned back to the text and began reading.
�Gershaat manno icsu lebras�
Spike took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and thrust it into his mouth.
�Ennotac lastas prenonova billato�
They all watched as a portal swelled in the corner of the room, expanding to fill the entire back wall. Wind rushed around them. Faith jumped out of the way as the cloudy purple swirl coughed up three small yellow-scaled demons.
The portal snapped shut.
Angel rushed to the children, thin and tired looking, their aqua blue eyes large, dull and lifeless. He helped a boy stand but his knees wobbled and he fell down, Angel catching him before he smacked to the ground. The child lay in his arms, exhausted, resting his head on Angel�s shoulder.
Faith picked up the only girl in the group, the child�s thin red hair blowing in the remnants of the portal wind. Spike entered and grudgingly picked up the remaining boy.
Angel moved the child he held so that he could pick the book up as well.
�I�ll give this book to Wesley. He�ll be able to find out if there are any more copies.�
Spike left the room first, walking back the way they came.
~~~~~
Spike entered Angel�s office to find Angel and Faith standing in the middle of the room, laughing together.
�So did you tell the kids� parents we got them?� He asked, breaking up their conversation.
�Yep, they�re coming in now. Angel said he�d take care of the kids until the parents got here.� Faith answered.
�Harmony has them now. She�s reading them a story or something. Interesting thing to know, she�s actually quite good with children.� Angel said.
�You�re not going to stay?� Spike asked Faith.
�Nope. Places to go, People to save.� She said, standing up and grabbing her duffel bag from the ground.
�Where are you going?� Angel asked.
Faith shrugged, �Don�t know. Always wanted to see Egypt. All those pyramids. The Sphinx. Always used to interest me as a kid.�
Angel smiled softly.
�Plus I wanna ride a camel.� She grinned.
�Send me a photo.� Angel asked, smiling.
�Can do.� She slapped Angel�s shoulder lightly. �Thanks.�
�It�s alright. Anytime.�
�You too Spike.�
Spike nodded.
They both watched as she left the room, waving at them before she closed the door.
�Well she�s a slap and a tickle.� Spike dead panned.
Angel smiled and walked to his desk, sitting behind it and picking up paperwork. He read a few sheets as Spike moved to the red chair in front of the desk.
Silence fell on them, broken by Angel�s page turning.
�Spike,� Angel asked suddenly, looking a sheet of paper covered in squiggles.
Spike raised his eyebrows.
�You speak Fyarrl, but can you read it?� He flipped the sheet over so Spike could see it was indeed Fyarrl.
�Yeah I can read it.� He made no move to get up or read the glyphs.
Angel waved the paper, �Well? Read it for me.�
�Oh so now you need me to do something for you, eh?� Spike asked, one dark eyebrow cocked.
�Ignore me for half a day, but, soon as you need me,� Spike fluttered his eyelashes and parodied Angel�s voice, �Spike read this Fyarrl, I can�t do it for I must go have a shower and pull myself off over Faith.�
Angel blinked.
��What?�
�You �eard me, so no, I will not read it, go find Wesley.� He looked pointedly out the window.
Angel shook his head slightly, a baffled look on his face �Spike, Faith came � she needed � me to help.�
�Right, so soon as someone you like better comes here, I�m out the door.�
�What?! No one � � Angel yelled, then paused, collecting himself, �No, I�m not going to.�
Bloody, buggering, sodding, asswipe�
Spike glared out the window, as silence descended on them again. Angel watched him pout.
Nup, not going to make it easier for him, the big � Faith loving� git
�I don�t like Faith better than you.� Angel ventured after a moment.
Spike turned his glare from the window, to Angel�s face.
�Normally.� Angel added.
Spike narrowed his eyes as Angel smiled a little.
�At least half the time, I like you better.� He continued. �Maybe a bit less than half, but still close to ��
�Alright.� He sulked.
Angel snickered, and pouted at him, making fun of the expression on Spike�s face.
�Spike? Fyarrl?� he asked again.
�Alright.� He sighed and moved off the chair, standing before the desk. He grabbed the sheet from Angel and began to read.
�The prophesised one, will, open from � the Sodom of the new earth.�
�That�s what it says?� Angel affirmed jotting Spike�s words down onto a pad.
�Yep,� Spike titled his head, �So we watch out for any big evil-y monsters poppin� out in our bedroom then?�
Angel looked up and frowned at him. Spike gave him a big grin and flittered his eyelashes again, toying with the paper.
�What do you really think it could mean?�
�Oh, it doesn�t matter what I think. Ask Faith. Faith knows all.� Spike snarked, as he tossed the paper down.
�You�re such a martyr.�
�Well � my forehead is still bleeding, from the thorns I used to wear�
Angel frowned. �You�re not Jesus. And where are those lyrics from?�
�Radio.� He headed over to a long couch in front the floor to ceiling windows.
Angel watched him, �Faith doesn�t know how to read Fyarrl.� He pointed out.
Spike grinned, kneeling on the couch looking out the windows into the dark sky.
�You look good when you�re translating.� Angel tried again.
�I look good all the time, Mate.� He flipped around so he was sitting on the couch, and started smoothing the seat cushions, looking up at Angel, making sure he was still the centre of attention.
Angel watched, not paying any mind to the papers, as Spike rubbed his hands along the fabric absent-mindedly, leering back at him.
�Come here.� Spike said, slapping the seat beside him.
�No, I have work to do.� Angel snapped out of his reverie, pointedly picking up the translation, and turned his attention to it.
�Come here.� He repeated, eroticism lacing his voice this time. Angel looked up and Spike batted his eyelashes.
�We haven�t christened the couch yet.� He lay down on it.
�Later.�
He sat back up abruptly. �Fine� he sighed.
He tapped a beat out on the back of the couch with his hand.
�Spike.� Angel said.
The younger vampire was quiet for a moment, before beginning the beat again.
Tap, tap
Angel looked up.
�Cause I �wanna be � ANARCHY!� Spike suddenly belted out
�Spike!� Angel interrupted him.
Spike slumped, letting his head drop to the back of the couch. He undid his boots, toeing them off. Angel looked up, frowning as the dirty boots fell to the floor.
Wait till he sees my socks�
�Are those my socks Spike?� Angel asked, right on cue.
�Were, but you know, possession nine-tenths and all that.�
He slipped the socks off and threw them behind the couch for no other reason than to annoy the older vampire.
�Spike,� Angel said, irritation painting his voice as he got up and walked towards the couch, �I just bo ��
His complaints were cut off by Spike standing up and kissing him, grabbing his shirt, pushing it up so he could run his hands along the skin beneath.
�Bought those.� Angel finished when they broke apart.
Angel leant forward and kissed him, turning him around and backing him up to the desk. As they shuffled, Spike�s hands fell to Angel�s pants, undoing the belt and throwing it across the room.
Spike felt the desk come into contact with his ass and he stopped Angel, continuing to kiss him, as he worked at undoing the older vampires� pants.
He got the pants off and bit the side of Angel�s mouth hard, drawing blood, watching it flow, then licking the wound clean.
He slipped out of his own jeans, flung them to the floor and sat on the desk. He began running his hands up his thighs, across his bare crotch, smirking as Angel�s eyes followed every motion. He caught the vampires� gaze and looked at him from beneath his lashes, pouting slightly, as he drew his fingers up his shirt, swirling around one nipple through the fabric.
Angel pulled the black t-shirt up over Spikes� head and pushed him back onto the desk, clearing it of papers and books.
He stood back up and unbuttoned his own dark shirt, taking it off and folding it neatly over the back of his chair. Spike rolled his eyes and pulled the naked vampire on top of him.
Suddenly, the door crashed open. The two men looked up from their position on the desk, Angel bracing himself with his hands either side of Spike�s head; one of the younger vampires� legs still wrapped around his waist.
In the doorway stood two tall, murky skinned demons, their faces covered in flaps of skin. Tentacles around their mouths were in constant motion. They were clothed in heavy red robes, lined with gold, and long, grey, skeletal hands reached from the arms of the cloaks.
Fuck!
�Angel!� One of them yelled, his mandibles clicking.
�Yeah?� Angel asked, still above Spike, with a deer in headlights look.
�You have stolen the power source!� The other demon yelled, dark eyes flashing.
Recognition flooded Angel�s face.
�Yeah,� he said, standing up to pull his shirt on. �I did. Gave them back to their parents in fact.�
�You have placed us in a very difficult position, Angel.� The warlock sniffed.
�Difficult position? Like the one me and Angel were getting into before you interrupted us?� Spike interrupted, pulling his shirt on as he sat up on the table.
�We have not enough power to ward off our enemies.�
�Too bad.� Spike grumbled, wrenching his pants on quickly.
�Prepare to do battle, vampire.�
�Can I put my pants on first?� Angel asked.
One of the warlocks lunged at him, running and leaping through the air. Angel ducked, and sent the demon crashing into the wall behind him. The weapons from the wall fell to the carpeted floor, and Spike grabbed a katana and ran to the other demon still standing in the doorway. It was humming as it raised its thin hands, clicking and clacking like a beetle while it drew symbols in the air.
Spike cut the katana through the air, trying to decapitate the demon in one slice, but it moved, quickly, and backhanded Spike to the floor.
Angel stood, deflecting blows from his demon, trying to back up so he could get to the broad sword lying on the coffee table behind him.
Spike sidestepped a blow from the demon and cut the katana down, effectively slicing off one of its hands. The thing screeched holding its injured arm up to its mouth. It unexpectedly charged at Spike, knocking him to the floor, the demons� weight crushing him.
Angel ducked another hard blow from the demon, jerking his head out of the way and into the demons other fist, hard as concrete. He vision blackened for a moment, and he shook his head, ducking another blow. The demon tried to sweep both fists into the side of Angel�s head, but he pivoted neatly, picking up the sword from the table and spearing the demon effortlessly through the stomach.
The demon opened its maw in shock, and Angel finished the job by pulling the sword up through the demons organs, spilling vile blue blood everywhere, and up through its head, cleaving it in two.
Spike flipped his demon off him and backed it up to the wall near the conference room, shoving the katana through the demons� neck until it stuck in the wood behind it.
Spike turned around as Angel prodded the butchered demon on the floor, with his foot.
�You look sexy fighting with no pants on.� Spike commented.
Angel looked down.
�Oh.� He looked embarrassed and tried to pull his shirt down over his crotch.
Spike sauntered to Angel and kissed him, grabbing the back of his head to pull him closer. He undid the buttons of Angels� shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders.
He pushed Angel back onto the couch, lifting one of the vampire�s legs so it hooked over the back of the lounge, as he stretched out along the seats.
�We shag in this office a lot,� he said contemplating Angel�s position. Angel just nodded dopily, eyelids half closed.
Spike pushed Angels other leg off the couch and knelt between the V he had created. He stroked Angel�s hair back as he moved up the vampires� body, sitting on his chest. He leant down and kissed him, feeling hands undoing his jeans, Angel�s hardness pressing against his thigh.
He unzipped his fly and knelt over Angel, watching as the older vampire parted his pink lips and opened his mouth.
�Oh yeah�