A Viking in L A

Part 12

Angel sat at his desk and finished going over his papers. They had solved several cases in the last week and he was thankful for the walk in clients that paid the bills. He just wished that he couldn't hear so damned well. It was very difficult to concentrate on bills when people were fucking loudly and you could hear every little sound.

He would miss Spike and Xander when they left but it would be nice to have peace and quiet again. Besides, he had been in a constant state of arousal since they had arrived.

He knew that Spike and Xander were good for each other and that they truly loved one another. He only hoped that Buffy and the others reacted well when they learned about Spikes chip. Otherwise he might end up with permanent house guests, and that was something he definitely didn't need.

Eventually the noise stopped and Angel hoped it was finished for the night. It was sometime after four in the morning and he was tired from the fight and wanted to sleep. He headed for bed praying to the powers that his Childe and his mate would not start again tonight.

Spike had collapsed on top of his mate and was panting harshly. He knew he didn't need to breath but sex had always had that effect on him. Xander was panting as well. They remained that way for a long time, just holding each other in silence. Eventually Spike rolled off of Xander and snuggled into his side.

"You alright, luv? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No. Well yes, but I liked it."

Xander turned to face Spike and kissed him softly.

"It was ... wow."

Spike chuckled and squeezed his lover tightly.

"It was. I didn't think you had that in you. I'm impressed."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Nothing I didn't like. And don't you dare apologize! It was a treat, an I loved every second of it."

"Good, cause I think I might want to do that again."

"Now?"

"No, silly. I'm exhausted. But sometime."

"Fine by me luv. Anytime you want. You suppose Peaches got off listening to us?"

"Nah, Angel's not gay."

"What do you mean? He sure as hell didn't have a problem ... "

"Please don't finish that sentence. What I mean is since the soul, Angel only likes girls."

"But he looks like a poof, he acts like a poof, he dresses like a poof. Yer tellin me he aint a poof?"

"Nope. He actually couldn't figure out why I was involved with you. He figured with me having a soul I'd still be straight."

"Well, I for one am glad your not."

"Yeah, me too."

"I was thinking."

"About what?"

"Well, Angels been pretty good to us while we've been here. Maybe we should skip the glue in his hair gel."

"Well, we have to do something to him."

"Hmmm? Oh hey! How about we sneak into his room and put peroxide in his hair while he's sleeping?"

"Too messy, 'sides he'd hear us and wake up."

"Right. So what do we do then?"

"Put food colouring in his gel?"

"What colour?"

"Purple."

"Okay, you go do that, I'll be sleeping."

"Oi! Why do I hafta do it?"

"Cause you’re his Childe and he won't kill you."

"Yeah well, you're stronger then 'im an' he can't kill you. So you do it."

"Compromise? I'll watch out for Angel while you doctor his hair gel, okay?"

"Fine, lets do this then."

Five minutes later Spike and Xander were back in their bed and Angel was none the wiser. Xander pulled Spike into his arms and kissed him.

"I'm glad we came here."

"Me too luv."

"Even though you got vamp nabbed and beaten?"

"Well, there is that. But yeah, having you as my mate - officially - is worth it."

"Thanks. And hey, there's the whole 'no more chip' thing as well."

"True. I won't miss the splitting headaches, I can tell you that."

"I love you, Spike."

"I love you too, Xander. Now go to sleep. We have to be up before the poof if we want to warn the others to shut the hell up about his hair."

The sun had just set when Angel strolled down the stairs into the lobby of the hotel. Spike and Xander had told the others about their practical joke on Angel and asked them to play along. Everyone had eventually agreed. Wesley was the hardest to convince but once Xander pointed out that he could have been targeted as well he wisely shut his mouth.

So it was with great difficulty that everyone kept a straight face as a purple haired Angel walked toward the front desk. Spike decided it was high time for him and Xander to be leaving.

"Well, Sire. It's been fun an' all but Xan an' I are heading home now."

"Already?"

"Yeah well, like he said he wants to start house hunting right away."

Cordelia perked up at this.

"Ooooh! Xander, let me know if you need any help decorating. I'd love to go shopping with you."

"Thanks Cordy, I will. I was thinking of a colour theme for the house, maybe purple? What do you think?"

Everyone snickered, Gunn outright howled, and Fred burst into giggles. It was Angels comment that made them all crack up.

"Purple? Isn't that a bit ... poofy?"

Spike wiped the tears from his eyes and dragged Xander out the door. They were still laughing as they hit the freeway. Xander pulled out his cell phone and called the hotel.

"Angel Investigations."

"Hey Cordy, put the poofy one on the phone would ya?"

"Hang on. Are you gonna tell him? Cause if you are? I'm leaving."

"I am, so you better hurry up."

"Xander? Cordy said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah. Is she gone?"

"Yes. They all just took off. Even Wesley."

Xander snickered.

"Angel. Your hair is purple. Spike and I pulled a practical joke on you. Call Buffy. She'll be able to tell you how to get rid of it."

"WHAT! My hair is ... purple? But it's so ..."

"Poofy?"

Spike had to pull off to the shoulder he was laughing so hard. Xander said goodbye and hung up on Angel. God he'd had a good time in LA.

THE END