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Rating: R
Content: hinted at smut, language
Summary: Spike and Angel get hitched amidst lots of flashbacks.
A/N: Slash Wedding Ficathon fic for shellybelle who wanted Spike/Angel, self-written vows (kinda sucked on that one), an argument over who gets to be the bride, and bridesmaids. Sorry it's a day late!
A/N2: This fic is Buffy friendly :)
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Spike sprawled naked on the massive bed, face buried in a down pillow, body limp as a noodle and still tingling from pleasure.
So, one question answered. Sex after marriage was still fucking hot.
Now if only his wife didn't snore...
~~~~~
It had been Buffy's suggestion that started it all. She had been amazingly okay about Spike and Angel's relationship, although when she'd caught them in bed together and broken out into giggles over something about oil and wrestling, he'd been both baffled and relieved. Neither vampire had ever figured that one out and had chalked it up to Buffyism.
But, she'd been happy for them, though sometimes Spike could see a bit of melancholy wondering in her eyes. He, too, sometimes thought 'what if', and he knew Angel did as well, but they were content with the direction their lives had taken, and oddly happy together.
They'd survived the Wolfram & Hart massacre and the two years of pursuit, and inevitably grown closer until one thing led to another and the passion they'd known when soulless returned with a vengeance. Still, they'd kept their relationship quiet, not wanting to hurt Buffy, with whom they'd reconnected on a friend and colleague level, and also because they weren't too sure about where it was going.
Spike certainly would never have guessed it would go where it did.
~~~~~
"Oh, come on, don't look so surprised." Buffy pressed her lips tightly together to hold in the laughter as she watched the two vampires gaping at her in shock. "You've been acting like two old married people since I was in high school. What? You think I didn't know what you two were up to in the past? I'm not that naive. Plus, you radiate lust every time you're in the same room together."
"I hated him, well, until recently," Spike babbled in protest.
"Yeah, love, hate, coin thingie."
"Buffy, we're men," Angel added, a bit primly, which brought a snicker of laughter from his former girlfriend.
"So?"
"Well, despite recent efforts, it's not legal."
"So? It would be a bit difficult for you two to get a license anyway, Mr. Spike and Mr. Angel. The priestess of Willow's coven would be happy to perform the ceremony, I'm sure. Really, you should make this commitment. Commitment's a good thing."
Both males stared at her in horror until she started laughing again.
~~~~~
Once they'd both gotten over the shock and thought about it-- and talked about it and fucked each other stupid several times-- Spike and Angel agreed it was a good thing, a positive path for them to take together. They'd both come to the silent and sometimes subconscious belief that their relationship was true and eternal, and while they often didn't say the words, they did love each other.
Their souls had opened them both to something so wonderful.
Of course, that didn't mean that the path was ever smooth.
~~~~~
"I'm not being the girl."
Spike snickered at Angel's stubborn stance. "But you've got the hair and pout for it, luv."
"Yes, but I'm not the submissive here, am I," Angel pointed out. Spike stuck out his tongue and his lover rolled his eyes, muttering, "Not that you're all that submissive."
"Better believe it."
"You're still going to be the bride."
"Fuck you."
Angel snickered. "Only on special occasions." The heat that leapt into the younger vampire's eyes made Angel hard and he advanced on Spike, pushing him backwards until he hit a wall. "What were we arguing about?" he muttered huskily, his voice breaking off in a gasp as Spike's hands squeezed his ass.
"Don't know, don't care," Spike panted, grinding their lower bodies together as their mouths devoured each other.
~~~~~
Somehow in the aftermath of grand passion they'd decided both would be the groom...or the bride. It really didn't matter. Buffy, for some reason neither of them understood, was giving them both away.
'Only fitting,' she'd said as she approved of the tuxedos she'd chosen for them.
And while it was a bit weird that their mutual ex was so involved in their wedding plans, at least she wasn't threatening to kill them.
~~~~~
"There's a gift from Drusilla," Spike mumbled in dread as he and Angel sat on the floor of their loft apartment sorting through presents.
"Did we tell her where we were registered?"
"Did we tell her we were getting married?" Spike retorted in exasperation. "I don't think so."
Angel frowned and recounted the silver. "Damn, we could use one more place setting."
"How'd she find out?"
"How did she ever find out anything, Spike? Let's just hope she doesn't show up at the ceremony."
"Oh...fuck me." With a heavy sigh, the younger vampire began to unwrap the pretty white paper. There was a burst of light and confetti and the magicked box burst apart. A single piece of parchment fluttered to the floor and Spike hesitantly picked it up as Angel batted confetti from his hair. "Neat trick." He read the parchment. "Crap. She's sworn bloody vengeance on us both."
"I guess it's lucky that most of the wedding party and guests are Slayers, then."
Spike ignored him. "Says, 'You are both mine, not each others. Bad daddy. Bad Willy. Bad doggies. I shall eat you both.' You know, she dumped me, not the other way around. You really shouldn't have driven her around the bend, mate."
Angel sighed as well. "If she shows up, we'll deal with her."
"Won't kill her," Spike replied stubbornly.
"No killing on our wedding day is already rule number one. We'll just make sure the Slayers are on the look out and they can send her packing. Oh, look, Faith sent us an illustrated copy of the Kama Sutra."
Grinning, Spike reached for the book and began flipping through it. "Done it, done it, tried that, not possible that..."
"Oh, I think we can do that one," Angel argued, reaching for his lover.
~~~~~
Contrary to her oath of vengeance, Drusilla didn't appear at the wedding. Spike figured she'd gotten distracted by a butterfly or something. Angel was too concerned that he'd forget his vows. As they stood just outside the ballroom of the country house they'd rented for the ceremony and watched people filling the seats, Angel muttered his vows under his breath while Spike fiddled with his bow tie.
"We could have gone with the traditional ones," he finally interrupted Angel.
"We decided that they didn't really pertain to us."
"I liked the richer part, and if you'd just let me substitute 'in blood and mayhem' for 'in sickness and health' it could have worked."
"I think Shakespeare says it best."
Spike shrugged. "Think I have time for a fag?"
"I'm not kissing you if you have tar breath, and, no."
A voice piped up from behind them. "No one lurks like the two of you."
Both turned to find Dawn grinning at them. She wore a sleek dress of pale green satin and had roses in her hands and hair. The other two bridesmaids--as Buffy had insisted--were Willow and Faith, in matching dresses, though Faith looked like she was about to jump out of hers.
Spike leaned towards her and whispered, "I could have gotten him to go with the leather mini dress, but Buffy nixed it."
Faith chuckled. "I can't believe you and Angel are doing the deed and getting hitched and you're both letting Buffy still run your lives."
"It gives us more time to shag like bunnies," Spike replied conspiratorially.
"Once upon a time I would have gone 'ewwww' at that thought," Dawn interposed, "but now..." She grinned from one male to another. "I grew up."
"No you didn't," Spike argued. "You're still my sweet, innocent Niblet."
Dawn snorted and smacked him on the arm. "I've watched gay porn, you know. I know what you do."
"La la la la, I can't hear you."
Angel smacked Spike's hands off his ears, snorting out a chuckle, but before he could comment, Buffy bustled up, dressed in pale pink satin, her dress full and with a matching jacket. She shooed bridesmaids into line, then turned to first Spike and then Angel and straightened their ties.
"Ready guys?"
"Thank you for working so hard at all of this, Buffy," Angel said sincerely.
She smiled, pleased, and slipped her arms through both of theirs. "You're my two best guys. I want you to be happy, and you so obviously are."
"And what about you, luv?"
Turning her head to Spike, she kissed his cheek. "I'm having fun dating. I'm only twenty-five, still plenty of time to find someone, settle down, have kids, live that life I always thought I'd never have."
"We're going to make sure you do, Buffy," Angel added, leaning down to kiss her temple.
"Sorry to interrupt the tender moment, guys, but the music's started." With her bouquet, Faith gestured towards the aisle and the priestess who waited at the other end. "Time to get this show on the road."
~~~~~
Rolling tiredly onto his back Spike held up his left hand and stared at the gold band encircling the middle finger. His eyes slid from it to the identical one on Angel's finger, and he smiled in satisfaction.
"What are you grinning about?" Angel asked sleepily, eyes drooping as he looked at Spike.
"When you make breakfast like a good wife, can you wear one of those frilly aprons?" Spike grinned unashamedly.
"No, but I can tie you up with one and spank your ass."
"I always wanted a dominatrix for a wife."
Growling, Angel pounced on Spike, who laughed and rolled them both off the bed and onto the floor. The hardwood did nothing to stop them from enjoying themselves.
End