Roomies

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~Part 22: Insecurities~


Spike jumped up on the desk and grinned as the rest of the gang walked in through the door. He kicked his feet against the wood in a tattoo beat and exclaimed, “That was fan-fucking-tastic! A bloody marvelous fight!”

Xander stared at him for a moment before dropping to the floor in disgust, leaning against the desk next to his feet. He groaned. “*You*… are more extremely evil than when you were trying to kill us all back in high school,” he stated, eyes closed. “How can you consider *any* kind of clean up duty fun?”

Spike shrugged and muttered, “We got to finish killing it didn’t we?”

Cordelia moved to stand between Spike’s knees leaning against his chest. She was completely oblivious to the demon blood covering Spike’s shirt and jeans – although, amazingly enough, not his duster. “Does giant tentacle spew come out with dry cleaning?” she asked curiously, glancing down at her green splattered t-shirt. The garment was nothing that couldn’t replaced, but *was* one of her more comfortable shirts.

Angel walked out of his office and smiled when he saw Spike holding Cordelia. “You’re back,” he said with a grin, love coloring his words. He wrapped an arm around the both of them and kissed Cordelia lightly on the lips. Without looking at up as he pulled away, Angel said, “Xander, you need to – "

“No.” Xander pulled himself to his feet and glared at the vampire. “I don’t care what the fuck it is, Deadboy. Britney *friggen* Spears is running for presidency; Jar Jar is taking over the Oprah Winfrey show; Buffy is attempting to prevent *another* apocalypse... You haven’t even thanked us yet.”

“You put ‘Jar Jar’ and sodding ‘Britney Spears’ in the same category as an apocalypse?” Spike asked curiously.

“Hell yeah,” Xander groused. “That *thing* is freaky… reminds me of a demon that I read up on once,” he said, purposely not specifying which one – Jar Jar or Britney – he was talking about.

Angel just stared at the scruffy brunet for the minute that he spent talking with Spike before saying, “Call Giles back. Your mother is harassing him, he wants to lecture you for an indeterminable amount of time on responsibility and loyalty while rubbing a hole through his glasses and what *are* you two talking about?”

Standing there, arms spread and jaw slack in disbelief, Xander gasped out, “Do you happen to remember walking out on us, expecting us to clean up after a Calamine demon? I mean: at least Buffy had the decency to stick around until the demon was dead and buried.”

“Calamarri. And it was giant,” Cordelia offered, still held by Angel, but frowning nonetheless.

“Yeah, and Spike was there with you, plus you’re all here.” Angel didn’t seem all that concerned about it. Confused, he pulled away from his lovers and grabbed a cup of coffee. “What does any of this have to do with Buffy?”

Shaking his head, Xander muttered, “Yeah, we had Spike.” His voice was laden with sarcasm.

“Oi!” the blonde exclaimed. His remark was more for show than anything else; he and Xander had secretly joined forces in an attempt to learn just how easily they could piss Angel off. Spike mostly liked the lack of tension in the room whenever he and Xander bantered.

“But him being there has absolutely nothing to do with my point!” Xander exclaimed, acting as if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“You have a point?” Angel asked, looking as if the world was coming to an end. His grip on his coffee cup tightened and he could see Spike’s shoulders trembling with mirth at his antics.

“Being that: ‘it’s possible for *some people* to go into brood-mode and still show a little interest in the feelings of others’,” Cordelia said helpfully. She sighed when Spike rested his chin on her shoulder before adding, “He bitched about the ‘indecency’ of your actions from the moment you left the sewers.”

Spike nodded, his face stony, but eyes full of laughter. “The whelp has a few interestin’ names for you that I don’t think can be repeated unless in the presence of a larger audience. Right potty mouth he has.”

Angel looked towards Doyle for help. The half demon had just wandered through the door, lagging behind in an attempt to stay out of the way of Xander’s wrath. He winced and realized that he should have gone straight to the pub when Angel’s gaze landed on him. “Oh, he thinks yer ‘completely insensitive’ an’, not ta bring up th’ ir’ny, bu’ c’nsider th’ source.”

“So I’m a little reserved…” Angel tried.

“Bollocks!” Spike exclaimed. “Reserved my arse!”

Xander grinned at Spike. “You’re judgment is a little biased, Deadboy Jr.,” he stated, “what with you being a permanent fixture in Deadboy’s bed.” He paused and shuddered. “Bad images,” turning to Doyle, “remind me not to think of things that will give me nightmares.”

Doyle nodded, but seemed to deflate a little once Xander turned away from him. He could always dream, but some dreams were near impossible to achieve.

“So do not need to think of how Peaches is technically Spike’s dad by vampires’ warped definition,” Xander finished with a shudder and Doyle once again had hope.

Wincing, Angel finally said, “… So I’m reserved *outside the bedroom*. It doesn’t mean I don’t care, not saying I do,” he said glaring at Xander, “but I don’t. Not care that is. And don’t call me that! Or Spike that! …Actually, go ahead and call him that, I don’t care. *Not to imply that I don’t care!*”

“Give it up, luv,” Spike said, grinning at Angel. He shifted his hold on Cordelia, putting more of his weight onto his feet then the desk behind him. “We know yah care, just not for the whelp.”

“And I don’t want you to!” Xander exclaimed. “Supposedly you *care* for those two and some times Spike comes up here covered in bruises, rope burns, and bite marks that I know aren’t from the latest baddie!”

Angel lifted an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

“‘Cause he *tells* me!” Xander yelled. He finally appeared to deflate a little and sat down on the desk next to Doyle, sending a grin in the Seer’s direction. “Bleached Wonder here, brags about your little love bites. He purposely waits until he can show me before he does whatever it is he does to make them all disappear.”

Cordelia pulled away from Spike and dropped into a chair, sending Xander a disgusted look. She caught her hair up in a ponytail and declared, “He acts like you don’t have a pulse.”

“I don’t.”

“He doesn’t.”

Both teenager and vampire spoke simultaneously. Mirrored looks of horror crossed their faces at the realization that they had had the same thought. Finally Xander managed to spit out, “I think that it’s time you spend a little time listening to how we – the living –interact.”

“Ah yes, ‘the living’,” Angel mused. “Before me stands a living, breathing, and, by certain definitions, human male. I watch and listen and yet he appears worse then many demons I have run with over the years. There is a chance that he’s worse than *Spike* in some aspects.”

“Oi!” Spike called out, truly offended this time.

Doyle cleared his throat pointedly and Xander shrugged. “Consider how I interact with Doyle, Spike… *Cordy*,” he stated.

“Hey!” Cordelia exclaimed and Spike preened in reaction to Xander’s statement. Cordelia started up her computer as the door opened and a blonde walked in, standing just inside the door, looking uncomfortable.

Angel’s eyes widened and he glanced quickly at Spike before saying, a little too loudly, “Kate!”

The blonde’s eyes ghosted over all the faces she knew; paused at Spike’s and stopped at Xander’s before she looked at Angel again. “Angel,” she finally said. One more sweep over their faces and a long look up and down Xander’s body and she continued, “Got a minute?”

“Sure,” Angel replied quickly. As they walked towards his private office, he asked, “Coffee?”

She shook her head. She cast one last look at Xander over her shoulder as she said, “I’m fine.”

Angel nodded and closed the door behind them.

Spike was the first one to bite, face pinched but voice level. “What the bloody hell was that about!?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Spock need to mind meld now,” Cordelia muttered, voice bitter, as she flipped through a magazine, waiting for the computer to boot up.

Xander cocked an eyebrow. “I’m just guessing here, but I think that she might be a bit of a sore spot.”

“She’s Kate,” Doyle said, voice just as – if not more so – bitter as Cordelia’s. “She has a thing fer th’tall, dark, an’ handsome types.”

A wolf-grin cut across Cordelia’s face, reminiscent of high school days. “Was eyeing you up pretty good, Xan.”

Xander shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, glancing nervously to the closed door of Angel’s office. “What kind of demon is she?”

“She’s not a demon, she’s the chick I was telling you about a few days ago,” Cordelia stated as she put down her magazine and clicked her mouse a few times before staring to type a report on the Calamarri. “Just a cop.”

Spike walked over to the coffee pot, and therefore closer to Angel’s office. He glanced through a crack in the blinds and strained his ears to try and hear what was being said between his Sire and the blonde while pointedly pouring himself a cup off coffee and adding ingredients even though the others knew exactly what he was doing. “Isn’t bein’ a cop sodding demon-ish enough?”

“Yer thinkin’ lawyers, bu’ I fig’r, cops aren’t too far down th’ladder from lawyers,” Doyle muttered as he watched Xander, jealousy causing his eyes to shift from green to red and back again.

Xander shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. “You positive she’s absolutely human?” he asked as he walked over to stand next to Spike, trying to catch sight of the people on the other side of the window.

~~~

Cordelia gasped as Angel worried the skin over her collarbone with his lips. He pounded into her with long hard strokes, rubbing her clit with each thrust. Next to them, Spike watched with stormy blue eyes, jacking off in time with Angel’s movements. Soon she was flying over the edge, screaming Angel’s name. Angel came moments later with erratic thrusts, groaning loudly.

In an instance, Spike and Angel had traded places and Spike was drinking her essence, smirking as her breathing hitched at the change. He slowly brought her closer to the edge once again while Angel prepared his entrance for what was to come. Spike moaned out an explanative as the very tip of Angel’s fingers moved over his prostate and caused shocks to run throughout his body.

He whimpered when the fingers were removed and the head of the other vampire’s cock rested against his puckered hole. “Angel…” he whispered as he thrust back into his Sire’s touch. He couldn’t help the growl that escaped when Angel caught his hips to stop any movement.

Cordelia gave a soft whimper and Spike went back to his task. He thrust a finger inside of her and touched that spot that never failed to make her scream – and she screamed. A repetitive litany of “Yes, oh so good” and “More” fell from her lips and she neared her peak.

Inch by agonizing inch, Angel pushed forward. Soon Spike was too busy babbling incoherently, begging for his Sire to just fuck him already to keep up his oral assault on Cordelia.

Without any warning other then a soft nip to Spike’s shoulder, Angel started pounding viciously into Spike’s iron grasp. Spike caught the juices that fell from Cordelia’s body as she tumbled over the edge with enthusiastic cries of pleasure before pulling back with a moan and losing himself in the sensations that his Sire’s touch was stirring in him. Cordelia’s screams went unheard by the vampires, completely blind to anything but their own pleasure.

The punishing pace couldn’t last long as Angel’s hands tightened their hold on Spike’s hips, keeping in complete control of their coupling. Angel suddenly stopped moving and pulled his cock out of Spike. The blonde made his feelings about this very clear by snarling as Angel pulled him up and pushed him onto his back. Angel grinned, raised the blonde’s legs over his shoulders, and slammed into Spike. He kept his eyes locked with his Childe’s as he repeatedly hit the other vampire’s prostate.

Spike growled as Angel’s cock continued to break him in half with every thrust. The immense double stimulation of pleasure/pain making Spike feel more secure then any other time that he could remember. The roughness of Angel’s stokes gave him the violent edge that his demon craved while Angel still made sure to brush over his prostate catering to his more human needs.

He was lucid enough to realize that Angel was offering his neck to him as his Sire began to suckle on Spike’s neck. Still unsure of his status in this relationship, Spike hesitated until he felt the tips of Angel’s fangs against the skin covering what would have been a major artery had he had been living before accepting his Sire’s offer. Simultaneously, they bit.

He drank down deeply the blood that his bite produced. The arousal, satisfaction and love all mixed in with pure Sire’s blood caused Spike to shudder. He lost the ability to make sound as Angel pushed inside him again and again and his own cock, trapped between their stomachs, was stroked. The sound in the room was that of flesh against flesh, heavy breathing from Cordelia, and Angel’s grunt as he continued to pound into his Childe.

Spike came hard, his entire being shaking as his cum covered the both of them. Angel came seconds later with a strangled growl, the pressure on his cock too much as Spike’s muscles contracted in reaction to his orgasm, coating Spike’s inner walls and leaking out around his softening cock.

After a few minutes of silent bliss, Angel slipped out of Spike. They both moaned at the loss of contact, but Angel moved them so that Spike was lying across his chest doing his best to make up for it. He tightened his hold on Spike and Cordelia moved over to them and curled up against Angel’s side, draping her arm around Spike’s middle. “Ours,” Angel whispered into Spike’s ear. “No stupid, ditzy blonde cop will get between the three of us.”

Spike closed his eyes and tried to will a hell mouth to open up and suck him in. “Was it that bloody obvious?”

Cordelia laughed softly. “Spike, it’s all right to have issues considering your last relationship and all the stuff that’s happened between you and Angel. In fact, I expected it to happen a lot more often. Just be happy: Buffy and Angel were always fighting and they didn’t even have issue rights.”

“Really don’t need to be thinking of the Slayer during my post-orgasmic haze, luv,” Spike murmured softly.

Angel glared at Cordelia and hugged Spike even tighter. “If it takes a million years to reassure you of what you mean to us then, that’s how long we’ll stick around. You are a part of my family, Spike, I’m not giving you or Cordy up.”

“When you say family…?” Spike asked, a glitter in his eye.

“I mean the whole crew,” Angel replied. “You guys and Doyle and even fucking, Xander Harris.”

“Good.” Spike nuzzled into Angel. “Bin a while since I’ve had a proper family and right now I’ll take whatever I can get… except fucking Xander Harris. That wouldn’t be bloody right.”