Hearts and Secrets
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,676
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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Hearts and Secrets
Title: Hearts and Secrets (Human AU)
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: S/A, S/X, A/W
Rating: Adults only please
Beta readers: _sharvie_ and starspider - Thank you!
Feedback: Appreciated more than chocolate
Concrit: Absolutely! E-mail please
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Spike and Angel thought they had it all. When successful private investigator Angel takes on a new case for an old friend, it leaves Spike feeling lonely and insecure. What happens when Spike meets a dark, mysterious stranger? And what secret does he hold?
Chapter 1
“How do you expect me to act when you’re spending all your time with that bloody ponce?!”
Angel slid his arms around Spike’s waist, pulling him forward, trying to take his mind off yet another argument. Things had been tense since he’d taken Wesley’s case, but there was no way he could have said no when he was asked. Even with Spike’s jealous streak, and knowing it would cause problems in their relationship, Angel wanted to help. Needed to help, because he felt he owed it to him. He’d hurt Wes, badly. If this, now, could make up for it somehow… well, Angel was willing to try.
“It’s business.”
“That’s what you keep saying, luv.”
“So why don’t you believe it?” He leaned down, pressing his lips slowly against Spike’s, being careful not to force the kiss. Last time they’d had this argument, Spike had accused him of trying to use sex as a way to divert the real subject. They both knew he was right, though Angel would never admit to it.
“You have a history, Angel. Two years together.”
“And that’s exactly what it is. History.” Angel cradled the side of Spike’s head, spreading his fingers through the soft, blond hair, free of the gel that usually held it in place. He loved seeing this casual side of Spike. Nighttime, dressed in sweats, shrugging off the attitude that seemed to come when he slid into his leather coat. This was William… the part of Spike that was carefully hidden away, saved for times when he and Angel were alone. “My life is with you. Wesley was a long time ago.”
“Not so long…”
“Long enough.”
“That’s your opinion, Angel. How can this be okay when I can picture the two of you? Just the thought that he’s had you, felt you…”
Angel sighed, resting his forehead against Spike’s, even though the other man was a good six inches shorter than him. “Please, stop making this more than it needs to be. I wouldn’t have taken Wes’s case if I thought we couldn’t handle it. I thought we were stronger than this.”
“We are, but…”
“I can’t change what happened before I knew you and it’s not fair for you to keep bringing it up. We both have pasts, Spike. It’s not like you haven’t had other lovers…”
“Yeah, but I’m not spending every waking moment with them, am I? Waving it in front of your face? I don’t have coffee and sneak around behind your back about it.”
“And neither do I. You know about it every time I meet with Wes.”
“Do I?”
Spike looked down, knowing he was overreacting as usual, but couldn’t help the jealousy that flared every time he thought of Angel and Wes alone together. He knew in his heart nothing was going on, knew Angel loved him, but the tension between them had been almost unbearable the past couple of months. If nothing else, that alone would have been the perfect reason for Angel to cheat.
He had to twist the knife. Just a little bit. That’s the only way he’d be able to tell. His eyes shifted upward, locking on Angel’s, looking for something… anything to prove he didn’t have to worry. “Do I, Angel? Do I know about it every time?”
Angel didn’t falter. “Yes, you do.” His expression was steady, not a hint of hesitation and it was enough. For right now, until the next time Spike let it get to him again, he was convinced of Angel’s faithfulness.
Knowing the accusations had stopped, Angel tilted his head, raising Spike’s chin with his hand and kissed his lips slowly. “I love you, baby. What do I have to do to make you believe it?”
A moment of silence and then Spike whispered, “Get off the bloody case, Angel. It’s not good for us, luv.” He was tired of fighting, tired of the uncertainty.
Angel pulled away, shaking his head and headed for the couch. He sat down, began untying his shoelaces and looked back toward Spike. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Won’t, you mean,” he challenged. “Big difference, mate.”
“Whatever. Either way, the answer’s no.”
Spike grit his teeth, his jaw locking so tight it made the sharpness of his cheekbones stand out more than they usually did. He watched, frozen as Angel stretched out on the couch, pulling a blanket over his body. Usually, the spare blankets stayed tucked inside the closet, but recently, one stayed folded neatly across the back of the sofa, used more often than it should have been.
“Guess he’s a bit more important then,” Spike mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for Angel to hear.
“Go to bed, Spike. I’m not even gonna justify that with an answer.” Angel rolled over, turning toward the back of the couch, letting Spike know he was finished. No use making things any worse.
“Bugger this.”
Spike stormed out of the living room into the bedroom, changing from the comfort of his sweatpants into his jeans. The last thing he wanted to do was to sleep alone in their bed without Angel… again. He was spending way too many nights alone. As he stepped back into the living room and grabbed his leather coat from the rack next to the door, Angel shifted around, opening one eye to see what Spike was doing.
When Spike’s hand was on the knob, Angel spoke up. “So you’re just gonna leave?”
“Not bloody well stayin’ here tonight.”
“You know you’re being immature.”
Spike stopped, his entire body tense, staring at the door. “Tell Wes to get someone else.”
“No.”
Spike shook his head, equal parts angry and disappointed, and slid through the doorway, slamming it behind him.
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: S/A, S/X, A/W
Rating: Adults only please
Beta readers: _sharvie_ and starspider - Thank you!
Feedback: Appreciated more than chocolate
Concrit: Absolutely! E-mail please
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Spike and Angel thought they had it all. When successful private investigator Angel takes on a new case for an old friend, it leaves Spike feeling lonely and insecure. What happens when Spike meets a dark, mysterious stranger? And what secret does he hold?
Chapter 1
“How do you expect me to act when you’re spending all your time with that bloody ponce?!”
Angel slid his arms around Spike’s waist, pulling him forward, trying to take his mind off yet another argument. Things had been tense since he’d taken Wesley’s case, but there was no way he could have said no when he was asked. Even with Spike’s jealous streak, and knowing it would cause problems in their relationship, Angel wanted to help. Needed to help, because he felt he owed it to him. He’d hurt Wes, badly. If this, now, could make up for it somehow… well, Angel was willing to try.
“It’s business.”
“That’s what you keep saying, luv.”
“So why don’t you believe it?” He leaned down, pressing his lips slowly against Spike’s, being careful not to force the kiss. Last time they’d had this argument, Spike had accused him of trying to use sex as a way to divert the real subject. They both knew he was right, though Angel would never admit to it.
“You have a history, Angel. Two years together.”
“And that’s exactly what it is. History.” Angel cradled the side of Spike’s head, spreading his fingers through the soft, blond hair, free of the gel that usually held it in place. He loved seeing this casual side of Spike. Nighttime, dressed in sweats, shrugging off the attitude that seemed to come when he slid into his leather coat. This was William… the part of Spike that was carefully hidden away, saved for times when he and Angel were alone. “My life is with you. Wesley was a long time ago.”
“Not so long…”
“Long enough.”
“That’s your opinion, Angel. How can this be okay when I can picture the two of you? Just the thought that he’s had you, felt you…”
Angel sighed, resting his forehead against Spike’s, even though the other man was a good six inches shorter than him. “Please, stop making this more than it needs to be. I wouldn’t have taken Wes’s case if I thought we couldn’t handle it. I thought we were stronger than this.”
“We are, but…”
“I can’t change what happened before I knew you and it’s not fair for you to keep bringing it up. We both have pasts, Spike. It’s not like you haven’t had other lovers…”
“Yeah, but I’m not spending every waking moment with them, am I? Waving it in front of your face? I don’t have coffee and sneak around behind your back about it.”
“And neither do I. You know about it every time I meet with Wes.”
“Do I?”
Spike looked down, knowing he was overreacting as usual, but couldn’t help the jealousy that flared every time he thought of Angel and Wes alone together. He knew in his heart nothing was going on, knew Angel loved him, but the tension between them had been almost unbearable the past couple of months. If nothing else, that alone would have been the perfect reason for Angel to cheat.
He had to twist the knife. Just a little bit. That’s the only way he’d be able to tell. His eyes shifted upward, locking on Angel’s, looking for something… anything to prove he didn’t have to worry. “Do I, Angel? Do I know about it every time?”
Angel didn’t falter. “Yes, you do.” His expression was steady, not a hint of hesitation and it was enough. For right now, until the next time Spike let it get to him again, he was convinced of Angel’s faithfulness.
Knowing the accusations had stopped, Angel tilted his head, raising Spike’s chin with his hand and kissed his lips slowly. “I love you, baby. What do I have to do to make you believe it?”
A moment of silence and then Spike whispered, “Get off the bloody case, Angel. It’s not good for us, luv.” He was tired of fighting, tired of the uncertainty.
Angel pulled away, shaking his head and headed for the couch. He sat down, began untying his shoelaces and looked back toward Spike. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Won’t, you mean,” he challenged. “Big difference, mate.”
“Whatever. Either way, the answer’s no.”
Spike grit his teeth, his jaw locking so tight it made the sharpness of his cheekbones stand out more than they usually did. He watched, frozen as Angel stretched out on the couch, pulling a blanket over his body. Usually, the spare blankets stayed tucked inside the closet, but recently, one stayed folded neatly across the back of the sofa, used more often than it should have been.
“Guess he’s a bit more important then,” Spike mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for Angel to hear.
“Go to bed, Spike. I’m not even gonna justify that with an answer.” Angel rolled over, turning toward the back of the couch, letting Spike know he was finished. No use making things any worse.
“Bugger this.”
Spike stormed out of the living room into the bedroom, changing from the comfort of his sweatpants into his jeans. The last thing he wanted to do was to sleep alone in their bed without Angel… again. He was spending way too many nights alone. As he stepped back into the living room and grabbed his leather coat from the rack next to the door, Angel shifted around, opening one eye to see what Spike was doing.
When Spike’s hand was on the knob, Angel spoke up. “So you’re just gonna leave?”
“Not bloody well stayin’ here tonight.”
“You know you’re being immature.”
Spike stopped, his entire body tense, staring at the door. “Tell Wes to get someone else.”
“No.”
Spike shook his head, equal parts angry and disappointed, and slid through the doorway, slamming it behind him.