Right Back Where We Started From
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,807
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Right Back Where We Started From
Spoilers: All of it, just to be safe.
Pairings: S/A
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Angel, or any of the characters from BtVS or AtS. They are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whomever else. Warnings: Explicit gay sex.
Spike felt comfortable and secure. Just like before. Of course this made him realize exactly whose arms he was lying comfortably in.
"Oh sod!" Spike murmured as he quickly and quietly moved himself out of the big four poster bed.
"Wake up Angel!" he growled as he shook Angel's shoulder.
"What the Hell?" a confused and fuzzy Angel murmured half asleep.
"Where are we?” asked Angel.
"Don't know, don't recognize the place." said Spike as he looked around at a very posh bedroom with expensive Victorian furniture.
"Let's find out though." Spike said as he went to the bedroom door to open it.
"It's locked" said Spike.
"Well knock it down." Angel ordered.
"I was going to, you git!" said Spike as he put all his strength into kicking the door down.
"Bugger that hurt!" said Spike as he limped back to sit on the bed with the black silk sheets.
"Magic barrier." Angel hypothesized.
"You think?" Spike said, sarcasm dripping from his fangs.
Angel ignored him and started to pound on the oak door, yelling, hoping to get someone's attention. He wanted to find out if the Senior Partners had them. And if so, why weren’t they being tortured?
"Spike, what was the last thing you remember about the fight in the alley?" Angel stopped pounding trying to remember too.
"I remember a spear in my side and you trying to fight a dragon." Spike snickered.
"I wasn't TRYING. And I must have kicked its ass because we're still here." Angel said.
"I think the dragon kicked you in the head." said Spike.
Suddenly someone was outside the door. Startled, both vampires became alert when the door opened, expecting the worst.
"Hi guys!" said a geeky boy they both knew. "Are you feeling better? You were both pretty beat up."
"Andrew!" Spike said in disbelief. "What the hell?"
"Where are we?" Angel asked.
"Ah, yeah you were pretty out of it by the time Faith and the other Slayers got there. All the Slayers had the same dream about you guys trying to stop the apocalypse. Some of them got there just in time to save you." Andrew said proudly. "You are now in the Watcher's Council in England. We thought you would be safer here in case some more of Wolfram & Hart's minions tried to come after you again."
"Did any one else survive?" asked Spike hopefully.
"I'm sorry; Gunn was already dead when they got there." Andrew said.
Spike and Angel looked at each other, both wondering if Illyria had made it.
"And why was the door magically locked?" a suspicious Angel asked changing the subject.
"Oh that. Well, you were injured and we didn't know when you would wake up and try to leave. Giles didn't want you to go wondering around disoriented without someone explaining things first. Besides some of the newer Slayers don't know about you yet and might overreact if they saw you two sneaking around." Andrew explained.
"Everyone wants to talk to you." Andrew enthused. "Let's go down stairs."
"Everyone? Is Buffy here?" Spike tried to ask casually.
"Sorry guys. She was to far away to make it in time. She knows your both Ok though." Andrew said, feeling sorry for them. "Buffy's boyfriend arranged for all the closest slayers to get there in time to help fight and then he flew here. Do you know why the Immortal has an interest in you guys?" Andrew asked, curious.
"No we don't." Angel said, wondering about that as well.
Pairings: S/A
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Angel, or any of the characters from BtVS or AtS. They are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whomever else. Warnings: Explicit gay sex.
Spike felt comfortable and secure. Just like before. Of course this made him realize exactly whose arms he was lying comfortably in.
"Oh sod!" Spike murmured as he quickly and quietly moved himself out of the big four poster bed.
"Wake up Angel!" he growled as he shook Angel's shoulder.
"What the Hell?" a confused and fuzzy Angel murmured half asleep.
"Where are we?” asked Angel.
"Don't know, don't recognize the place." said Spike as he looked around at a very posh bedroom with expensive Victorian furniture.
"Let's find out though." Spike said as he went to the bedroom door to open it.
"It's locked" said Spike.
"Well knock it down." Angel ordered.
"I was going to, you git!" said Spike as he put all his strength into kicking the door down.
"Bugger that hurt!" said Spike as he limped back to sit on the bed with the black silk sheets.
"Magic barrier." Angel hypothesized.
"You think?" Spike said, sarcasm dripping from his fangs.
Angel ignored him and started to pound on the oak door, yelling, hoping to get someone's attention. He wanted to find out if the Senior Partners had them. And if so, why weren’t they being tortured?
"Spike, what was the last thing you remember about the fight in the alley?" Angel stopped pounding trying to remember too.
"I remember a spear in my side and you trying to fight a dragon." Spike snickered.
"I wasn't TRYING. And I must have kicked its ass because we're still here." Angel said.
"I think the dragon kicked you in the head." said Spike.
Suddenly someone was outside the door. Startled, both vampires became alert when the door opened, expecting the worst.
"Hi guys!" said a geeky boy they both knew. "Are you feeling better? You were both pretty beat up."
"Andrew!" Spike said in disbelief. "What the hell?"
"Where are we?" Angel asked.
"Ah, yeah you were pretty out of it by the time Faith and the other Slayers got there. All the Slayers had the same dream about you guys trying to stop the apocalypse. Some of them got there just in time to save you." Andrew said proudly. "You are now in the Watcher's Council in England. We thought you would be safer here in case some more of Wolfram & Hart's minions tried to come after you again."
"Did any one else survive?" asked Spike hopefully.
"I'm sorry; Gunn was already dead when they got there." Andrew said.
Spike and Angel looked at each other, both wondering if Illyria had made it.
"And why was the door magically locked?" a suspicious Angel asked changing the subject.
"Oh that. Well, you were injured and we didn't know when you would wake up and try to leave. Giles didn't want you to go wondering around disoriented without someone explaining things first. Besides some of the newer Slayers don't know about you yet and might overreact if they saw you two sneaking around." Andrew explained.
"Everyone wants to talk to you." Andrew enthused. "Let's go down stairs."
"Everyone? Is Buffy here?" Spike tried to ask casually.
"Sorry guys. She was to far away to make it in time. She knows your both Ok though." Andrew said, feeling sorry for them. "Buffy's boyfriend arranged for all the closest slayers to get there in time to help fight and then he flew here. Do you know why the Immortal has an interest in you guys?" Andrew asked, curious.
"No we don't." Angel said, wondering about that as well.