Rating: PG15ish (Is there such a rating? This story is suggestive but not graphic and has a few swears but then again we all know *those* words anyway so I don't think I'll be corrupting anyone!)
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Archive: If you want it you can have it, please just let me know where it's going though and credit it with my name, thanks.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the Buffy or Angel characters. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy etc do. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred and no profit is being made (as if people would pay money for my work anyway!)
Notes: Just a short bit of nonsense while I'm `blocked' on another story.and well it just wouldn't go away so I had to type it.
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Wesley froze in his tracks as he passed the door to Angel's new office.
"Wes?" Gunn looked questioningly at Wes wondering why he'd stopped.
"I heard a noise," Wes hushed, moving closer to Angel's closed door and motioning that Gunn should join him.
"So?" Gunn shrugged, not seeing what the problem was but joining the other man anyway.
"Angel said he was going out," Wes whispered as he put his hand on the door handle ready to open it and investigate.
"Probably changed his mind," Gunn offered offhandedly.
"Ohh," a pleasured moan filtered through the closed door suggesting that someone was having a good time in Angel's office.
"Spike," both Wes and Gunn said simultaneously, dismissively and totally unsurprised. They guessed what he was up to. Wesley, having investigated a similar noise last week, had found Spike alone, naked and fully enjoying the sunlight through the anti vamp-flambé windows. Both men had heard him a couple of times since too, but neither had disturbed him again.
"I don't think this is any of our business," Wes conceded as he released the door handle, pleased that he didn't have to deal with any problems.
"Angel's gonna kill him if he finds him in there," Gunn stated matter of factly as the pair began to walk away.
"Yeah," Wes agreed distractedly.
"Ohh, Right there. Just like that. Use your nails Luv. Harder," Spike moaned in appreciation.
"If I do it any harder you're gonna have no skin left," another voice floated out from behind the closed door causing Wes and Gunn to both freeze. It seemed that Spike was doing more than simply enjoying the sun.
"That sounded like Angel," Wes hushed at Gunn as both men retraced their last two steps back to the office door.
"No," Gunn shook his head in doubt, "I mean Angel and Darla, Angel and Drusilla, Angel and Buffy, Angel and Cordelia. Seeing a pattern here Wes?"
"I don't think his sexuality is something we need to be concerned with," Wes answered dryly, more willing to accept the possibility that Angel swung both ways. "I'm more concerned that if that is Angel in there and *with* Spike, we need to be worrying about his soul even if he isn't. Probably Spike's too," he added as an afterthought.
"Who said he's *with* Spike?" Gunn offered with a hesitant laugh, hoping against hope that they weren't *together*.
"Don't care about my skin. Just do it. Push right inside. Deeper. Yeah, that feels soooo good. Don't stop," Spike groaned.
Wes raised his eyebrow at Gunn to insinuate a `well do you have any other suggestions?' for something that was so obviously happening behind the closed door.
It was Gunn who now put his hand on the door handle and made to open it.
"You can't just go in there," Wes covered Gunn's hand with his own, stopping him from opening the door. He sounded a little horrified thinking about the spectacle that might be awaiting them.
"I'm not waiting around for Angelus to put in an appearance," Gunn hissed, "or William the Bloody!"
"Well, at least knock first," Wes whispered. He agreed with Gunn, they should do something.
"Angeluuss," another throaty groan escaped Angel's office.
Wes and Gunn both starred at each other for a few seconds, neither one making a move.
"We have to go in there," Wes now stated sounding in very in control, `man on a mission'.
"Well, go on then," Gunn said after a moment when Wes failed to do anything.
"What? I thought you were going to do it," Wes was a little flustered, confused that Gunn had been expecting him to do something.
"Na-uhh. I don't wanna go busting in on Angel and Spike doing the dirty," Gunn raised his hands in surrender.
"But you were going to open the door just now," Wes stated.
"And you stopped me," Gunn defended, then continued thoughtfully, "and that's before I knew it was really Angel."
"Just do it," Wes snapped.
"You're giving me orders?" Gunn asked incredulously, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it. "I don't think so. You heard the noise, you do it," Gunn finished with a snort.
"That's enough, it's all red and angry looking and it's starting to leak clear stuff. I'm gonna use the gel," Angel's voice, full of concern, broke through the door.
"In a bit, this feels too good," Spike half moaned in appreciation, half whined.
Wes and Gunn looked at each other and grimaced, they didn't need to hear that.
"Spike," Angel's voice conveyed a superior tone.
"Pleeeease? One more minute?" Spike begged shamelessly. "One minute and that's it, then I'm really using the gel," Angel relented but tried to sound authoritative at the same time. "Down a bit, aaah," Spike's voice broke into a fit of giggles."
"Stop wriggling," Angel scolded playfully.
"Stop touching the sides and I will; it tickles," Spike gasped.
"Shit," Angel cursed, bringing Spike's giggles to an abrupt end.
"What?" Spike asked sounding worried.
"It's staring to bleed again. That's it I'm not doing it like this anymore. Pass me the gel," Angel's voice brooked no argument and yet Spike had never been one to let an argument go.
"I said I don't care. Just one more minute." Spike whined.
"No," Angel stated firmly, cutting off Spike's plea. "I've been rubbing and scratching it for you for ages and it looks really sore now, worse than before."
"Here," Spike said sullenly, obviously complying and passing over the gel.
"Right now try and hold still, this might hurt a bit. Ready?"
"Quick! Now! Before they really start.." Wes began.
"Ew, hold that thought right there," Gunn grimaced not wanting to think how Wes was going to finish that sentence.
"I'll open the door and you go in," Wes told Gunn. "I'll be right behind you."
"Like hell. I'll open the door, you go in and I'll back you up," Gunn said.
"You're bigger than me its best if you go in first," Wes tried lamely, "besides you have a taser and a gun, I only carry a stake."
"Swap?" Gunn offered with a shrug but Wes shook his head no.
"I don't know what the big deal is," Wes said offhandedly, trying to goad Gunn into defending his reputation. It backfired.
"Well if it's not a big deal then you do." Gunn fell silent when the next sound from inside the room was Spike's pained cry.
"Ah fuck Angelus what the bloody hell are you using? That burns like soddin' holy water!"
A struggle could be heard from inside and Angel's, until now calm voice, changed to a tight clipped tone. "William! Keep still boy. Stop being a sissy. It'll only hurt for a minute."
"Ahh get the fuck off of me," Spike growled then whimpered.
"We can't just let.." Wes didn't finish his speech but looked pained. Facing Gunn he saw that same sympathy reflected in his eyes too. Neither liked Spike much but they couldn't stand by and let Angel, or more likely Angelus, do what he was obviously planning on doing to Spike. They were obviously too late to save his soul.
"It won't do you any good struggling. I'm gonna do it anyway. Fucking hold still," Angel ground out sounding dark and menacing.
"I said get the fuck off you weigh a bleedin' ton and..ahh that feel's good. Hey, it's cold," Spike sounded astonished; his ranting fell into a contented purr.
"Uh-huh," Angel agreed, his voice now turning soft and soothing. Maybe they weren't too late, but that little scene was a warning of what could be. If they didn't act soon Angelus would become a reality.
"Look I don't want to go in there anymore than you but it seems that now would be the best time, while they're, um.distracted. We have to do this," Wes stated, his voice rose to cover Gunn's as he saw him about to make a complaint, "and we'll do it together."
Wes put his hand on the door handle and looked askance at Gunn, who nodded in agreement then mouthed, "On three."
Both men held each other's gaze as they mouthed a silent countdown. Gunn held the taser in his hand, Wes a stake in his.
Wes flung the door open so fast and hard that it swung round and crashed into the wall behind it revealing Angel bent over a shirtless Spike and..rubbing healing gel into a large nasty looking open bite wound that covered most of his back.
The vampires and humans regarded each other, both groups just starring at the other with stunned expressions. This wasn't the scene that Wes and Gunn had expected to see.
"Yes?" Angel questioned, wary at their strange entrance, particularly as they were armed. He moved deceptively casually to stand in front of Spike, offering his Childe protection without it being obvious to the humans exactly what he was doing.
"Angel?" Gunn asked cautiously, now receiving a confused look from Angel.
"Yes," Angel answered slowly, deliberately. Was there some kind of memory spell in play? Didn't they know who he was?
Something in Angel's manor, or perhaps his tone or expression, seemed to confirm something for the humans who both holstered their weapons.
"We um, we thought." Wes began and flushed a deep red. "Well actually Gunn thought."
"Hey, don't try and blame this on me, you were the one doing the thinking and." Gunn snapped at Wes, looking embarrassed himself.
Angel heard, unlike the humans, Spike successfully cover a snort of laughter behind him. What was so funny? Oh! Realisation hit him too now.
"Lunch," Wesley suddenly blurted out cutting off Gunn's rant. "Gunn and I were going out to lunch and we wanted to know if you wanted anything brought back."
Gunn winced at Wes' explanation. Both men knew completely well that Angel didn't eat human food.
"Um, no thanks," Angel said hesitantly, hiding his amusement, although he was sure that both men knew that he was doing so.
"What happened to you?" Gunn nodded at Spike, trying to shift the discomfort he was feeling.
"Oh, he got bitten by a Gophix demon," Angel answered for him before Spike stirred things up, "their saliva contains an unbelievably severe irritant."
"Yeah, I had an itch that needed to be scratched," Spike's butted in anyway. Angel could almost see the smirk fighting to grace Spike's face, although he managed to appear impassive. His seemingly innocent comment had Wesley flushing even redder and caused Gunn to become flustered. Angel, to his credit, appeared as cool as ever.
"So you were off to lunch then?" Angel suggested allowing Gunn and Wes to make an easy escape.
"Oh yes, lunch. Gunn?" Wes asked.
"Yeah, so we'd best be going then right?" Gunn answered him.
Both men left quickly, awkwardly, Wes leading the way leaving Gunn to close the door behind them.
"So what do you think they wanted?" Spike asked innocently, but was unable to contain a bark of laughter for long.
"An itch to scratch?" Angel smirked at his Childe.
"Yeah well," Spike shrugged. "Serves them right, they shouldn't have been listening in."
"I can't believe they thought we were.." Angel floundered for a word.
"Shagging?" Spike offered helpfully. "Why not? We usually are," Spike held out his hand to Angel, who took it and allowed himself to be pulled to stand between Spike's open legs where he now sat on the table.
"I know," Angel sighed happily, slipping his arms around carefully around Spike, being mindful of his wounded back. "I just didn't think that they'd think...anyway they don't need to know. I don't want them to know."
"Aw Luv, are you ashamed of me?" Spike asked feigning hurt.
"You know it's not like that," Angel ruffled Spike's hair then bent down to kiss him softly. "What I do, what we do," he corrected then continued, "is our business. I'm not having them try and mess anything up between us. Besides you said you didn't want them knowing either."
"Yeah," Spike agreed. "Still, if we don't want them to find out I think it'd be a good idea if we stopped shagging at work." Angel looked horrified at that thought. Was his Childe being serious? Spike's impassive face bled into a slow cheeky grin, "or at least start locking the doors." At those words Angel's face broke into a relieved smile.
"Especially after last week," Spike began to mumble. "I mean, what is it coming to when you can't depend on your own Sire?" He shook his head in mock disappointment at Angel. "Bloody hiding in the cupboard and leaving me looking like a fruit cake in front of Wesley. He thought I was worshiping the sun or something."
"Well you kinda were," Angel offered in all truthfulness.
"Looked a right bleedin' twat I did, spread eagled against the window like that," Spike complained.
"I thought." Angel moved in to kiss his way down Spike's face, ". you looked." he sucked his Childe's earlobe into his mouth causing Spike to moan in pleasure, ".delicious.
"I'm gonna.." Angel whispered in detail a whole host of delicious things that he had planned for Spike's body as he continued to kiss and nuzzle into his neck whilst his hands explored the rest of his body, a mimic of Spike's hands against his own skin. "Would you like that?" Angel finally hushed sexily, seductively.
"Yeah.but," Spike breathed.
"But what?" Angel murmured, surprised that Spike hadn't just groaned in appreciation and agreed to what he was offering.
"Lock the door first yeah?"
The End