Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Paring: Angel/Spike eventually Angel/Spike/Xander this chap A/B and S/B
Rating: R
Warning: M/M if you don't like, don't read. Mild language, mild sexual encounter and mention of rape, if this subject disturbs and offends please don't read. It is only mentioned, nothing explicit. Mild Buffy bashing
Summary: The boys learn that life goes on after another aborted aprocalypse
Spoilers: Set after Angel season 5 so all Buffy/Angel episodes are fair game.
A/N: Thankyou for those who continue to read, speacil thanks to those who reveiw and let me know what they think
Reveiws:
Christine - Thankyou so much for your continued support, glad the smut was appreciated and yes maybe Xander should knock the vampires heads together, as for his appearance he will be at least mentioned next chapter
Purrfus - Glad you like the fact Thyme's a slayer. Did anyone suspect this? As for the reason they started to argue. I'm working on the assumption that in Angel Season 5 when Angel gave Nina the tickets they decided to go on a break because he wouldn't go with her (if I'm wrong please correct me). Angel tries to explain this to Spike but doesn't get a chance because Spike is so mad that he wasn't completely honest and Spike sees it as a conformation that Angel really hasn't changed from Angelus at least where Spike is concerned. Of course then the argument escalates with the inclusion of Buffy. Hope that helps
Shavin - Glad you are hooked by my story its what I love to here. Hope you enjoy this chapter


Chapter Sixteen

Spike’s POV

I think I need a spot of violence and to get really drunk before I become a nostalgic brooding bastard like him. I saunter out of the room and downstairs. We don’t need the humans to know all of our going-ons but they had better not ask questions because I really need to get out of here. My rage is barely under control. My head is full of images, of Angel taking me that first time so many years ago and my similar attack on Buffy not that long ago in comparison. I step into the foyer. Oh bloody hell, my night just got worse. Standing, talking to Gunn and Illyria is Giles and another man I recognise as Wesley’s father. Damm and where the old watcher is the pint sized slayer can’t be far away. Gunn looks up and sees me.

“Oh and that’s Spike he worked with We… um with your son and the rest of us for the last year.” The old fart turns and gives me the same look the robot gave me last year but unlike then I’m prepared and pissed off into the bargain.

“Yeah I know you despise me cos of what I did as that orphanage where you were the only survivor well that’s great mate, hate away but I’m not that monster, not now. One day I’ll pay for those kids and everything else I’ve done but til then I’m a white hat. And talking of the good guys you should be proud of Wesley. Sure he was a whining, snivelling, full-of-himself sod while working for the council, most watchers are, but since being fired Wes became someone who you were glad was watching your back.” Okay I have definitely gone crazy, when do I like to share that much? I turn and stomp out of the building, I can’t deal with any of it any more. Too much has happened in too short a time. Kennedy yells after me,

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” is my reply. This whole situation is getting to me. I step round the corner and smell something very intoxicating.

Inwardly I groan but I’m also pleased. Part of me wanted to slip away without seeing Buffy but the other part betrays me and as always longs to be around her. Not tonight, tonight I want to disappear into the shadows and attempt to drink my sorrows away. Then just before sunrise I can drag my drunken ass back here and beg Angel to let me back into his bed to be his whore and dirty little secret cos lets face it that’s all I’m good for. Its my time honoured tradition after having a fight with whoever I’m with at the time. I keep walking and try to ignore her scent of flowers and power and longing? Ha, longing. What about the Immortal?

“Spike, wait up.” I keep walking, I can’t deal with being close but no cigar around her tonight. Anyway we all know which vampire she really wants and as bloody usual I’m the consolation prize.

“Spike, stop.” She runs in front of me until she’s blocking my way. Her goldilocks are framing her cute face. She always looks so damm hot even when she was wearing that Doublemeat Palace hat. Tonight she’s looking more luscious than usual. Red strapless flowy top, cute little denim miniskirt and red leather knee high, fuckin’ sexy as boots. I concentrate on trying to get out of there as fast I can before I’m too aroused. She still has the power to make me weak kneed but I don’t know if I can do it anymore, I need some time, I’m too confused. I don’t know what I want anymore. Sometimes it feels like when I was evil life was so much simpler.

“Get out of my way slayer,” I growl. I don’t know how my voice manages to sound so normal, years of practice probably. She punches me straight in my already sore nose and I strike straight back, old habits really do die hard. “Shit, I’m sorry pet.” I wonder if I could sound any less sincere, I’m just so angry at everything, I can’t give a damm. I straighten up wiping blood from my split lip. She just stares at me and I glare back. I can see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Her jaw muscles flexing from where I hit her. Then I don’t know who takes the first step but we are kissing passionately, hungrily, needing to feel. I pick her up and she wraps her perfect legs around my waist. I stumble til her back is to the wall. One of her arms move upwards to scrap at the wall trying to find leverage. My tongue moves into her mouth quickly reacquainting itself with her taste, her warmth. I wrench my mouth away from hers and move to her neck. I find the spot that drives her crazy feeling her blood and her pulse quicken right under her skin. I start to give her one hell of a hicky. Her warm breath comes out in short quick gasps right into my ear. Her arm grabs my shoulder hard enough that it will bruise but it means that I can move a hand under her top and inch it up until its massaging her perky firm breast. Her head rolls back and hits the wall while her free hand sneaks under my duster and starts to run up and down my back. Our moans mix in the air. Suddenly I freeze realising that we are not alone in the alley. He is there in the shadows silently watching. Everything that I forgot when I started kissing Buffy, the fight, the sex, Thyme, everything comes rushing back. I have lived a simple life of destruction, blood and death for a hundred years but it is suddenly too confusing. It was this confusion that led me to regain my soul but the confusion is still here. I can’t deal with it right now. Without a word to a stunned Buffy I turn and stumble away, not knowing where I am going but just knowing I need to be alone.

Angel’s POV

I feel strangely compelled to keep my eyes fixed on the scene playing out in front of me. Buffy and Spike. Together. In an alley. Both desperate for each other or at least desperate for something they can both give to each other. Buffy. My Buffy. Who is practically biting the tongue out of my favourite childe. I watch knowing that Buffy will never be able to wrap her legs around me and devour my mouth with such desperate longing. Only once did I have her, well once that she remembers. I sacrificed everything I wanted with her just to keep her alive but it hadn’t been enough she’d still died and would again and this time it would be permanent. If I could I would give my immortality in exchange for her to live to a ripe old age. Hell, I wanted mortality anyway, I craved it but that destiny was gone, I’d signed it away in the surety that I wouldn’t survive taking down the Red Thorn. Doing the hero thing again. Saving the world no matter the cost. Til I had given everything and now their was nothing left except for time. And Spike. Who hates me and for good reason, I have screwed up, yet again.

Buffy’s POV

“Okay,” I state confused as I watch Spike run away, feeling like I need to say something while having no idea what just happened. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around shouldn’t I be fleeing Spike? I catch my breath while straightening my clothes, that encounter was just hot, something that is missing with the Immortal, sure he is kind and considerate and romantic but the passion and raw animalistic desire is not there. I had thought that I would be able to hook up with Spike every time I’m in LA. Its not like the Immortal will know, Spike is good at keeping secrets. However, after that display, I don’t know. Since when does Spike reject me, the way it goes is, I reject him and he follows me around like a puppy dog. Suddenly, I straighten, the tingling down my back lets me know that there is still a vampire around. I make a show of picking up my discarded bag and grip the stake hidden within while scanning the area for danger.

Angel’s POV

“It’s okay, its only me.” I step out of the shadows slowly so not to alarm her. I didn’t want to talk to her but I could tell that she could sense a vampire and I don’t want her staking me by accident.

“I didn’t see you come out of the hotel,” she states a little nervously, I know she’s worried about whether I saw that little display.

“No Spike threw me out a window. Pay backs a bitch.”

“So you…?”

“Saw the whole thing, yeah, but I don’t wanna talk. Why are you here Buffy? I’ve got enough to deal with without you looking over my shoulder.”

“I came to talk to you about our slayer turned vampire and to accompany Mr. Wyndam-Pryce while he organises the funeral and I sorta have a favour I need to ask you, as well.”

“A favour…Wait! Wesley’s father is in my hotel?” I ask trying not to growl.

“Yeah, What’s wrong?” Without answering I turn and storm inside the hotel. Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, Giles, Willow and Gunn are talking but Gunn doesn’t look to pleased.

“Oh Angel, there you are, this is…”

“Out, get out,” I interrupt Giles walking straight up to Wesley’s father and getting into his personal space, being as intimidating as I can.

“I beg your pardon,” Mr Wyndam-Pryce replies straightening up.

“You heard me, get out of my hotel. You didn’t deserve to be his father.”

“I will not be lectured by a vampire.”

“I may be a vampire but I didn’t have a soul when I ruined peoples lives. What’s your excuse? I never locked my flesh and blood under the stairs for hours and then rape them when I let them out.”

“How dare you accuse…”

“I’m a vampire as you already pointed out, we are pretty good at reading body language and sensing these things.”
“He’s right you know. English might not have actually told Angel but he told me. One night we were quite drunk and I started talking ‘bout some of the things I’d seen on the streets growing up and how lucky he was with his privileged childhood. He set me straight and we never talked about it again. You disgust me. He is…was a great man but you don’t deserve to be his father.” Mr. Wyndam-Pryce glares at Gunn and turns to Giles.

“I will not listen to accusations from vampires and gangsters. Lets go Mr. Giles we don’t want this sort involved in the Watcher’s Council.” Giles very slowly takes off his glasses and uses a handkerchief to wipe them. He then speaks slowly and deliberately, and the Ripperish part of him is definitely apparent.

“I think you need to leave Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. I am terminating your involvement of the new Watcher’s Council as of now and if I see you on the Councils premises I will have security eject you. Now Angel, could you kindly escort Mr. Wyndam-Pryce out of your hotel, I believe you have already asked him to leave.” Wesley’s father looks at each hostile face and then turns and leaves without a word.
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A/N: So what do you think. The Buffy/Spike while Angel watches scene was inspired by the first reveiw I received about this fic. Sir Magus liked the idea of a A/S/B threesome, sorry this is as close to that threesome as you are going to get in this fic. Hope you enjoyed