Spike ficathon entry
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Title: Drinking Buddies
Author: Hils
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summery: Set straight after Destiny (AtS Season5). Spike finds someone to share a drink with
Dedications:Thanks tospikes_heart for the beta
Spike was tired.
He was tired and he hurt, but most of all he felt an overwhelming sense of triumph.
He’d won.
For the first time in his entire existence he’d come out ahead of Angel and now he wanted to celebrate. The only problem, however, was that nobody seemed interested in coming out drinking with him. Hardly fair since he’d been corporeal for less than 24 hours. Everyone was recovering from weird stuff that had gone on in the office while he’d been out questing for the Holy Grail.
Drinking alone it would have to be. Not quite as much fun, but produced the same results. He headed out to find the first bar he could come across.
* * *
Spike’s eyes narrowed as he stepped through the door. This place seemed a bit upper-crust for him. The walls, chairs, and tables were made out of some sort of rich looking wood and the lights were dimmed to a soft glow. Each table held a flower and a candle centerpeice, the few people having drinks spoke to each other in soft tones. No chance of a bar fight, Spike supposed.
Deciding he couldn’t be bothered finding somewhere else, he walked over to the bar and beckoned the bartender.
“What’s the strongest thing you’ve got to drink in this place?”
The bartender eyed Spike with a mixture of disgust and disdain. He sniffed loudly and turned his nose up a little.
“Well, sir, we have a fine bourbon but perhaps you would like something a little more…affordable.”
Spike’s lips curled ever so slightly as he slapped a wad of green bills onto the bar.
“One bottle and one glass.”
The barman looked at the bills as though he was half expecting them to catch fire. Then he picked them up, gave Spike a curt nod and went to the cellar to fetch the bottle. Spike’s smile widened as he pictured Angel’s face realising all his money was gone. Soul or not, he still knew how to have fun.
“Your drink, sir.”
Without a second glance Spike picked up the bottle and glass, turned his back on the barman and looked for an empty table.
That was when he spotted him.
Angel had picked the darkest corner of the bar, of course, and sat hunched over the table, gently sipping a glass of red wine. Spike grinned. This was going to be a fun night after all. He strode over and plopped himself down in the seat opposite Angel.
“Didn’t expect to see you here. Mind you, this is more your sort of place than mine.”
He waited for a moment and then added, “loser.”
For a moment Angel was silent, staring at Spike wearily. Then he sighed. “Go away.”
Spike sat back and poured himself a glass. “And miss all the fun of winding you up? Don’t think so. How does it feel to know I beat you? Must be eating you up inside, huh?”
Angel sighed again and took another sip of his drink. “You know, you were less annoying when you were a ghost.”
Spike shrugged. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss walking through your walls to piss you off. On the other hand, I can beat the crap out of you any time I want now.”
“You were lucky tonight, Spike. Just remember that. Next time you’ll be on the receiving end of the stake.”
Spike snorted. “Yeah, tell yourself that, mate. Can’t stand that after all this time I might actually be better than you? That I might be the one in all those dusty books you’ve been reading?”
“You’ve had a soul for five minutes, Spike. You saved the world once, for your own selfish motives and tonight you won the cup because you wanted to beat me, not because you wanted a destiny of your own. You’re not the one, Spike, and you know it.”
Spike threw back another drink and poured himself another. “I’ll admit I don’t know much about prophecies and all that bollocks, but as far as I know, there’s nothing about motive in there. Doesn’t matter why I do the things that I do, just matters that I do them, right? Besides, as I recall, most of your do-gooding happened after you met Buffy. You were sat around feeling sorry for yourself before her, least that’s the way I heard it.”
Angel lowered his eyes and drained his glass. “Yeah, she has that effect on you. But then you’d know that, wouldn’t you? I suppose you’ll go back to her now? Take the other thing I long for from me?”
Spike refilled Angel’s glass for him and drank some of his own.
“I don’t know,” he said softly, all the snark gone from his voice. “I’d kind of like to see how I fit into all this before I go running back to Buffy. If I have got some sort of destiny awaiting me I’d kind of like to know about it.”
“Are you even going to tell her you’re back?”
Spike shook his head. “It’ll be easier if she doesn’t know. I’ll tell her when I’m ready.”
“She won’t be happy with either of us when she finds out she wasn’t told about this.”
Spike gave a wry smile. “I can handle her - better than you ever could.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Had to throw that one in there, didn’t you?”
Spike grinned and went to pour himself another drink. It was then that he realised that his bottle was empty and so was Angel’s.
“You want some more?”
Angel shook his head and rose to his feet, only to wobble a little as the wine hit him.
“I think maybe I need to go now.”
Spike shrugged. “Suit yourself, I’m nowhere near done yet.”
Angel struggled into his coat, ignoring Spike, and then weaved his way unsteadily through the small crowd to the door. Spike watched him go, wondering how far he’d get before he collapsed. Not that he was worried of course, the poof could fall asleep in the sunlight for all he cared.
Of course things would be a lot less interesting without Angel around, and a lot more quiet.
“Bollocks.” Spike muttered, rising from his seat and following Angel outside.
* * *
Angel hadn’t made it far, apparently. He was leaning against a wall about five feet from the bar and moaning softly.
“Is everywhere supposed to be spinning?” he asked weakly.
“No,” Spike sighed. “That’s just the booze, you bloody lightweight,”
He took Angel’s arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, realising that yet again he was taking care of the drunkard.
Angel nuzzled Spike’s cheek. “Been a long time since we’ve been close like this, hasn’t it William.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Not long enough for me. Now shut up and walk with me.”
Angel managed to persuade his legs to work and with Spike’s help they managed to start moving in the direction of Wolfram and Hart.
“I miss the days when we used to be friends,” Angel declared as they approached his room.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you shagged Drusilla. Now, where are your keys?”
“I dunno.” Angel said, sagging in Spike’s arms. “I just wanna sleep now, William. With you.”
“Fat bloody chance!”
Spike began rooting around in Angel’s pockets in a search for the key, trying to ignore Angel’s soft moans of pleasure and his evident arousal. Finding what he was looking for, he propped Angel against the wall and unlocked the door.
“Come on, you big poof.”
Angel gave a sly smile. “You know me better than most.”
And the next thing Spike knew, Angel had crushed his mouth against his in a deep kiss. He struggled for a second or two, refusing to stand in the corridor snogging the man he hated above everyone else. Slowly, however, the memories of his old relationship with Angelus returned. They weren’t all bad - there were times when he and Angelus had hunted alone and more often than not the night ended with a moment not unlike this one.
Angel pulled back and stroked Spike’s face.
“I told you I’ve missed you, Will.”
Spike’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words that wouldn’t come. How do you explain several lifetimes’ worth of feelings in a single moment?
Angel took his hand and pulled him into his room.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Spike was in Angel’s bedroom, watching the first and only man he had loved undress, before he even realised it.
“Wait!” He finally said as Angel moved to remove his jeans.
“Angel, this is insane! You’re drunk, and I’ve just got my body back after being in hell and being a ghost.”
Angel pulled off his jeans and dropped them onto the floor, now standing before Spike, naked and slightly unsteady on his feet.
“You think I’ll regret this in the morning?”
“Well, yes! Come on, we were in a fight to the death a few hours ago. Besides, I don’t want you to go and lose your soul now do I?”
Angel smiled. “Think you’re that good, do you?”
Spike grinned in reply. “You know I am.”
“I remember.”
“Look, just go to sleep and if you’re still insane in the morning then we can talk about this. Assuming you can still remember this in the morning.”
“I’ll remember. You’re not easy to forget, Spike.”
“We’ll see. Now go to sleep.”
“Only if you come to bed with me.”
Spike raised an eyebrow.
“I won’t try anything!” Angel protested. “I just want to hold you.”
Spike sighed. “Alright, but get under the covers now before the sight of you naked gets to much.”
Angel gave him a playful grin but did as he was asked. A few moments later an equally naked Spike slid into bed beside him. Angel quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller vampire and buried his face in Spike’s chest.
“You bloody soft git.” Spike smiled good naturedly. “Now sleep.”
Angel pressed a kiss to Spike’s chest and closed his eyes. “Sleep well, Spike.”
“You, too.”
And they both did
The End
doyle_sb4. Title: Drinking Buddies
Author: Hils
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summery: Set straight after Destiny (AtS Season5). Spike finds someone to share a drink with
Dedications:Thanks to
spikes_heart for the betaSpike was tired.
He was tired and he hurt, but most of all he felt an overwhelming sense of triumph.
He’d won.
For the first time in his entire existence he’d come out ahead of Angel and now he wanted to celebrate. The only problem, however, was that nobody seemed interested in coming out drinking with him. Hardly fair since he’d been corporeal for less than 24 hours. Everyone was recovering from weird stuff that had gone on in the office while he’d been out questing for the Holy Grail.
Drinking alone it would have to be. Not quite as much fun, but produced the same results. He headed out to find the first bar he could come across.
* * *
Spike’s eyes narrowed as he stepped through the door. This place seemed a bit upper-crust for him. The walls, chairs, and tables were made out of some sort of rich looking wood and the lights were dimmed to a soft glow. Each table held a flower and a candle centerpeice, the few people having drinks spoke to each other in soft tones. No chance of a bar fight, Spike supposed.
Deciding he couldn’t be bothered finding somewhere else, he walked over to the bar and beckoned the bartender.
“What’s the strongest thing you’ve got to drink in this place?”
The bartender eyed Spike with a mixture of disgust and disdain. He sniffed loudly and turned his nose up a little.
“Well, sir, we have a fine bourbon but perhaps you would like something a little more…affordable.”
Spike’s lips curled ever so slightly as he slapped a wad of green bills onto the bar.
“One bottle and one glass.”
The barman looked at the bills as though he was half expecting them to catch fire. Then he picked them up, gave Spike a curt nod and went to the cellar to fetch the bottle. Spike’s smile widened as he pictured Angel’s face realising all his money was gone. Soul or not, he still knew how to have fun.
“Your drink, sir.”
Without a second glance Spike picked up the bottle and glass, turned his back on the barman and looked for an empty table.
That was when he spotted him.
Angel had picked the darkest corner of the bar, of course, and sat hunched over the table, gently sipping a glass of red wine. Spike grinned. This was going to be a fun night after all. He strode over and plopped himself down in the seat opposite Angel.
“Didn’t expect to see you here. Mind you, this is more your sort of place than mine.”
He waited for a moment and then added, “loser.”
For a moment Angel was silent, staring at Spike wearily. Then he sighed. “Go away.”
Spike sat back and poured himself a glass. “And miss all the fun of winding you up? Don’t think so. How does it feel to know I beat you? Must be eating you up inside, huh?”
Angel sighed again and took another sip of his drink. “You know, you were less annoying when you were a ghost.”
Spike shrugged. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss walking through your walls to piss you off. On the other hand, I can beat the crap out of you any time I want now.”
“You were lucky tonight, Spike. Just remember that. Next time you’ll be on the receiving end of the stake.”
Spike snorted. “Yeah, tell yourself that, mate. Can’t stand that after all this time I might actually be better than you? That I might be the one in all those dusty books you’ve been reading?”
“You’ve had a soul for five minutes, Spike. You saved the world once, for your own selfish motives and tonight you won the cup because you wanted to beat me, not because you wanted a destiny of your own. You’re not the one, Spike, and you know it.”
Spike threw back another drink and poured himself another. “I’ll admit I don’t know much about prophecies and all that bollocks, but as far as I know, there’s nothing about motive in there. Doesn’t matter why I do the things that I do, just matters that I do them, right? Besides, as I recall, most of your do-gooding happened after you met Buffy. You were sat around feeling sorry for yourself before her, least that’s the way I heard it.”
Angel lowered his eyes and drained his glass. “Yeah, she has that effect on you. But then you’d know that, wouldn’t you? I suppose you’ll go back to her now? Take the other thing I long for from me?”
Spike refilled Angel’s glass for him and drank some of his own.
“I don’t know,” he said softly, all the snark gone from his voice. “I’d kind of like to see how I fit into all this before I go running back to Buffy. If I have got some sort of destiny awaiting me I’d kind of like to know about it.”
“Are you even going to tell her you’re back?”
Spike shook his head. “It’ll be easier if she doesn’t know. I’ll tell her when I’m ready.”
“She won’t be happy with either of us when she finds out she wasn’t told about this.”
Spike gave a wry smile. “I can handle her - better than you ever could.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Had to throw that one in there, didn’t you?”
Spike grinned and went to pour himself another drink. It was then that he realised that his bottle was empty and so was Angel’s.
“You want some more?”
Angel shook his head and rose to his feet, only to wobble a little as the wine hit him.
“I think maybe I need to go now.”
Spike shrugged. “Suit yourself, I’m nowhere near done yet.”
Angel struggled into his coat, ignoring Spike, and then weaved his way unsteadily through the small crowd to the door. Spike watched him go, wondering how far he’d get before he collapsed. Not that he was worried of course, the poof could fall asleep in the sunlight for all he cared.
Of course things would be a lot less interesting without Angel around, and a lot more quiet.
“Bollocks.” Spike muttered, rising from his seat and following Angel outside.
* * *
Angel hadn’t made it far, apparently. He was leaning against a wall about five feet from the bar and moaning softly.
“Is everywhere supposed to be spinning?” he asked weakly.
“No,” Spike sighed. “That’s just the booze, you bloody lightweight,”
He took Angel’s arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, realising that yet again he was taking care of the drunkard.
Angel nuzzled Spike’s cheek. “Been a long time since we’ve been close like this, hasn’t it William.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Not long enough for me. Now shut up and walk with me.”
Angel managed to persuade his legs to work and with Spike’s help they managed to start moving in the direction of Wolfram and Hart.
“I miss the days when we used to be friends,” Angel declared as they approached his room.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you shagged Drusilla. Now, where are your keys?”
“I dunno.” Angel said, sagging in Spike’s arms. “I just wanna sleep now, William. With you.”
“Fat bloody chance!”
Spike began rooting around in Angel’s pockets in a search for the key, trying to ignore Angel’s soft moans of pleasure and his evident arousal. Finding what he was looking for, he propped Angel against the wall and unlocked the door.
“Come on, you big poof.”
Angel gave a sly smile. “You know me better than most.”
And the next thing Spike knew, Angel had crushed his mouth against his in a deep kiss. He struggled for a second or two, refusing to stand in the corridor snogging the man he hated above everyone else. Slowly, however, the memories of his old relationship with Angelus returned. They weren’t all bad - there were times when he and Angelus had hunted alone and more often than not the night ended with a moment not unlike this one.
Angel pulled back and stroked Spike’s face.
“I told you I’ve missed you, Will.”
Spike’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words that wouldn’t come. How do you explain several lifetimes’ worth of feelings in a single moment?
Angel took his hand and pulled him into his room.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Spike was in Angel’s bedroom, watching the first and only man he had loved undress, before he even realised it.
“Wait!” He finally said as Angel moved to remove his jeans.
“Angel, this is insane! You’re drunk, and I’ve just got my body back after being in hell and being a ghost.”
Angel pulled off his jeans and dropped them onto the floor, now standing before Spike, naked and slightly unsteady on his feet.
“You think I’ll regret this in the morning?”
“Well, yes! Come on, we were in a fight to the death a few hours ago. Besides, I don’t want you to go and lose your soul now do I?”
Angel smiled. “Think you’re that good, do you?”
Spike grinned in reply. “You know I am.”
“I remember.”
“Look, just go to sleep and if you’re still insane in the morning then we can talk about this. Assuming you can still remember this in the morning.”
“I’ll remember. You’re not easy to forget, Spike.”
“We’ll see. Now go to sleep.”
“Only if you come to bed with me.”
Spike raised an eyebrow.
“I won’t try anything!” Angel protested. “I just want to hold you.”
Spike sighed. “Alright, but get under the covers now before the sight of you naked gets to much.”
Angel gave him a playful grin but did as he was asked. A few moments later an equally naked Spike slid into bed beside him. Angel quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller vampire and buried his face in Spike’s chest.
“You bloody soft git.” Spike smiled good naturedly. “Now sleep.”
Angel pressed a kiss to Spike’s chest and closed his eyes. “Sleep well, Spike.”
“You, too.”
And they both did
The End
