Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Buffy Late Season 4; Angel Late Season 1; slightly AU
Summary: Angel & Spike arrive at Angel Investigations with less than open arms.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the demented twisting of my own mind concerning our two favorite vamps.
Feedback: Loved and sought after.
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~Part: 8~
Angel pulled his classic convertible into the garage of Angel Investigations, hoping and praying that his other two co-workers had already left for the day. <Shit! > The dark vampire thought as he spied the lights of the office still on. Angel glanced toward the passenger seat hesitantly to see his errant childe with his booted feet propped on the dashboard and soft lashes whispering against the stark cheekbones. Spike had fallen asleep mere moments before. <Thank the Gods above. Another second of his hideous music and I’d have pushed him out the door! > Angel thought with a chuckle.
He gently nudged the blonde. "Spike, wake up. We’re here."
"Five more minutes, Poof. Just five more minutes." Spike murmured in his sleep curling toward the voice of his Sire.
Angel traced the handsome features of Spike’s face and couldn’t resist running his finger along his Childe’s full lips. "Spike, c’mon wake up." Angel whispered as he drew nearer to the sleeping form. The souled vampire sucked in a vicious unneeded breath as his finger was enveloped into the blonde’s mouth. Spike lazily ran his tongue over his sire’s digit in a suggestive manner and opened his eyes to give the dark vampire a seductive glance.
"You little shit. Stop it." Angel pleaded still not removing his finger from the blonde’s wicked tongue.
"Wassa matter, pet. Afraid of greeting your flunkies with a tent in the ‘ol knickers?" Spike murmured as he released Angel’s finger.
The souled vampire growled lowly at his childe’s blatant lack of respect. <Respect? Who am I kidding? This is Spike we are talking about.> Angel thought dejectedly. Spike watched in quiet amusement as Angel’s mind quickly turned to Brood central.
"C’mon, Poof, no time like the present." Spike said as he flung open the door and rolled out of the car.
"This is going to be ugly. I can just tell." Angel sighed as he too got out of the car and slowly approached the door.
"Spike, don’t say anything. Just let me explain everything, okay." The dark vampire said in a commanding tone.
"Got it." Spike answered dutifully as Angel opened the door and stepped inside. Angel quietly invited Spike in and turned to see Cordelia and Doyle sitting at one of the three desks in the office.
"Home Bloody Sweet Home." Spike yelled out as he entered the building causing the May Queen and the Irishman to jump to their feet in a defensive stance.
"Cheerleader, is it cold in here or you just happy to see me?" Spike sneered as he appreciatively took in Cordelia’s tight white shirt and licked his lips suggestively.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Cordelia screeched as a stake materialized in her hand.
"Cordy, wait." Angel pleaded trying to gain some semblance of control over the situation.
Doyle immediately charged the blonde. No one was talking to his Cordelia that way and getting away with it. Angel ran forward to intercept the livid half-demon. "Doyle, hold on. I can explain."
"Ye’ll do it after I be dusting him then." Doyle said heatedly, his Irish brogue heavy with anger.
"You think you can hurt me, Mick, go back to your bottle you sod." Spike seethed as he took a fighting stance, fully prepared to fend off the irate man.
"EVERYBODY JUST HOLD ON A FUCKIN’ MINUTE." Angel yelled standing between the three angry individuals.
All three turned to openly gape at the dark haired vampire. Angel didn’t curse, at least not in mixed company. <Only when we are shaggin’!> Spike thought with a smirk. Anger rolled off of the souled demon in waves.
"Doyle, back off man. Cordy, put the stake down. Spike, shut up!" Angel growled out pleased to see that everyone obeyed his orders for once.
"Spike needs my help."
"HEY!"
"SPIKE, QUIET!" Angel yelled stopping his childe’s indignant outburst.
"As I was saying, Spike needs my help. He can’t hurt you guys." Angel sighed heavily.
"What do you mean CAN’T?" Cordelia asked confusedly.
"He has a chip. A…behavior modification chip in his head. He can’t harm a human being." Angel said searching his friend’s eyes for understanding.
"A chip?" Doyle questioned looking at his boss for elaboration.
"Yes, a chip. Some army guys in Sunnydale kidnapped him. They are doing experiments on demons and seem to be putting these chips in to control their violence against humans." Angel explained.
"So what does this chip do if he does try to hurt someone?" Cordy asked, not believing for a minute that the undead blonde was harmless.
"It sets off a bleedin’ marching band in my head, that’s what." Spike sneered defensively.
A smile graced the face of the former May Queen. "Really, so he’s impotent." She said holding back laughter.
"I’ll show you impotent, you stupid bint." Spike yelled as he ran toward the girl. As he approached Cordelia, he fell to the floor screaming at the pain radiating from his head. Angel ran forward to lean down to his incapacitate childe. Spike batted away the offered hand of his sire and stood on his own accord still favoring his head with one black polished hand.
"Wow!" Cordelia stared at the livid blonde in amazement. "Spike, harmless. Who would’ve thought it?"
"Cordy, please stop." Angel pleaded with his secretary.
"So, what’s he doing here? Helping with the good fight?" Doyle asked, his voice laced with humor.
"Not bloody likely, mate." came Spike’s angry retort.
"It isn’t safe for him in Sunnydale. Not right now. He’s staying here." Angel said convincingly watching his two friends for opposition.
"So, he’s helping you?" Cordelia asked unsure of what the extent of the vampire’s relationship.
"You could say that, luv. He’s buggering me into the carpet daily." Spike said as he lit up a cigarette.
"EEEWW! So didn’t need that mental picture." Cordelia screeched as she grabbed her purse heading for the door. "Just keep the neutered one away from me."
"Angel, man…" Doyle started but quickly shut his mouth at the look of anger that showed on the dark vampire’s face. "I’ll walk you home, Cordy."
The ex-cheerleader and the Irishman quickly vacated the office; glad to be away from the impending war that was about to happen between the two demons. Once the door closed, Angel swung to face his wayward childe. He growled as he grabbed the cigarette from Spike’s lips and put it out on the floor.
"SPIKE!"
"What, peaches? Did you think that they wouldn’t know sooner or later? Might as well get the cards on the table from the beginning." Spike said nonchalantly.
"I don’t want my private life broadcast to my employees if you don’t mind." Angel rolled his eyes heavenward praying for the patience not to strangle his prodigy.
"You aren’t ashamed of me are you, luv?" Spike questioned innocently.
The golden gaze of the older vampire forced Spike to step back a step. <Channeling old Angelus, I see. >
"Spike, do you get off on pushing my buttons?" Angel seethed.
Spike stalked forward to stand face to face in front of his sire. Reaching out a slender hand, he trailed a finger down Angel’s shirtfront. "I live to push all of your buttons, Angel. And getting off, now there’s a promising idea." Spike raised his head to peer at the dark demon through shadowed eyes.
Angel stared down at his annoying childe. <I knew this was a bad idea. > Angel released an unneeded breath as Spike gently cupped the growing bulge in his pants. "Spike" Angel said in a warning tone.
"Yes Sire?" Spike said lowly as he continued to caress Angel’s encased erection. The blonde’s tongue ran down the pale expanse of Angel’s throat eliciting a small moan from the taller vampire.
"What am I going to do with you?" Angel murmured letting the feelings of lust wash over him. He gripped Spike’s waist with large hands pulling the younger vampire flush against him.
"I can think of a few things," Spike whispered as Angel’s mouth descended, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. Tongues collided, blunt teeth nipped at full lips. Small moans escaping both men as they ground against each other erotically.
"Downstairs, NOW!" Angel said forcefully as he backed the blonde toward the elevator not wanting to break the embrace they shared.
Spike continued to lap at the older man’s throat deftly unbuttoning the silk shirt as he continued his backward walk into the elevator. A forced "oomph" came from Spike’s throat as he came in contact with the elevator wall. Angel punched the basement and the doors closed, trapping the vampires in the enclosed space. Before the doors had a chance to open, Angel punched the ‘stop’ button bringing the elevator to a grinding halt.
A malicious smirk broke the brooding vampire’s face as he pushed the blonde’s duster from his lithe body. Quickly divesting Spike of his black t-shirt, Angel traced the muscular planes of the blonde’s chest watching the sinew and muscle bunch under his large hands. Angel shrugged out his long coat and unbuttoned shirt, leaving the two demons bare chested as they continued to ravage each other’s mouth desperately trying to consume one another. Angel slid to the floor undoing Spike’s jeans on the downward trek. Spike moaned as he felt the air envelope his straining hardness only to be replaced with the cool mouth of his sire. Angel worked feverishly over Spike’s erection swallowing the entire length delighting in the guttural sounds coming from the younger man’s throat. Angel’s hands stole around to grip the still jean-clad ass of his childe pulling him closer. Spike’s hands entwined into the vampire’s dark locks trying to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle under the intense pleasure coursing through him. Spike whimpered as he felt his sire’s mouth leave him too soon and a look of surprise crossed his stark features as he suddenly found himself against the wall of the elevator. He heard his sire’s zipper and soon felt the evidence of Angel’s arousal rubbing seductively against his bare cheeks. Angel deftly bit into his wrist allowing the rich elixir of his blood to coat his hungry cock.
Spike sucked in a breath as Angel entered him in one thrust, the mixture of pain and pleasure forcing a shiver to run down the blonde’s spine. Angel began a punishing rhythm of possession, his large hands biting into Spike’s hips as he rocked himself in and out of the blonde’s body. Spike groaned audibly as he was enveloped in the meaty hand of Angel. In perfect time, Angel stroked his childe matching his forceful movements. Angel felt his body tighten with impending orgasm and sped up his strokes to the blonde’s steely shaft. Spike hissed as he climaxed spraying the elevator wall with his creamy emissions. Angel swiftly bit into the smooth skin of Spike’s neck and came as his childe’s blood exploded on his tongue. Heavy unneeded breathing filled the small space, as Angel remained deeply embedded within Spike.
"Spike?" Angel said breathlessly.
"Hmm?" Spike murmured as his head rested on the cool surface of the elevator wall.
Angel drew closer to the blonde’s ear. "Welcome Home" he whispered with a smirk.
End