Roomies

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~Part 30: Mr Braveheart VS Average Joe Couch Potato~

Angel stared at Cordelia like she had just grown a second head. Slowly, he folded his hands together and rested his chin on them. After a long moment he asked in an unemotional monotone, “I’m the what?”

“The Dark Avenger,” Cordelia said enthusiastically. She grinned widely and waited to hear what her lover’s response would be.

“I’m the Dark Avenger,” was all Angel could manage. His voice never altered from its original monotone.

“I gotta admit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard yah bin called that one before,” Spike said from his position behind Angel. He stood behind his Sire’s chair giving the older vampire a very subtle shoulder massage.

“I know!” Cordelia exclaimed. She sat on the edge of Angel’s desk grinning widely. “It’s perfect! We could shoot it ourselves. I’ll get Xander to charm a postproduction house into doing the effects…”

Angel took that as his cue to leave. He quickly stood and made his way over to the elevator, Spike wasn’t far behind him. He shared a look with the blonde as Cordelia kept on talking.

“Look, I know a little something about self-promotion, Angel. I'm telling you, one commercial like this could help get us out of the red or the black... or whichever one means we're broke 'cause that's us,” Cordelia called out loudly as Angel slammed the doors to the elevator closed.

She sighed and made her way to where Doyle and Xander were sitting in the outer office. As she dropped into a chair she huffed out, “So what, some demon blows into town and puts him in a permanent funk and I'm just supposed to stand around and watch this business go belly up?”

Doyle glanced up from the stack of papers he was shifting through. “He's nawt entirely wrong, yah know,” he said distractedly. At Cordelia’s glare he quickly began to explain himself, “Look, all 'm sayin’ is adv’rtisin’ a superhero who c’n't really go ou’ inta th’ daylight might raise vampire suspicions… nawt ta mention our pesky lack ov an investigat’r's license.”

“And who needs a license when we have no clients?” Xander offered helpfully barely moving his eyes away from the television screen as he pummeled virtual bad guys on his video game.

The look on Doyle’s face softened as he watched Xander for a minute. At the sound of Cordelia impatiently tapping her foot he smiled and said, “We'll manage, princess. We always do.”

Cordelia was silent for a moment. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she turned to face Doyle. “We will if we project the right image. And now I am suddenly thinking that Angel is all wrong for this commercial. He's a larger-than-life character way too Braveheart for Joe Couch Potato to relate to.”

“I know, I can’t relate,” Xander called out around a mouthful of potato chips.

“I don’t need help from the peanut gallery, thank-you,” Cordelia stated. She turned back to Doyle again. “We need someone who's--who's average... run of the mill... ordinary. You're perfect.”

Suddenly very flustered, Doyle stammered out, “While I appreciate th’ complim’nts—"

“Come over here into the light and let's see if we can create some cheekbones,” Cordelia stated as she grabbed Doyle’s arm and dragged him towards the window closest to them.

“Cordelia, 'm nawt th’ photogenic type,” Doyle protested, “Plus, I get dry mouth.”

“Excuse me?” Cordelia stated more than asked. She placed her hands on her hips and leveled Doyle with one of her most deadly glares. “This is not a negotiation. This is a necessity. Our boss is in a funk. You know that he's only happy when he's fighting evil. Now—"

“I can think of a few other times that Mr. Dark Avenger might happy,” Xander muttered.

Doyle shared a look with Xander before saying conspiratorially, “I don' know wha’ we need evil fer when we got Cordy righ’ here.”

Xander stifled a laughed as Cordelia growled out, “I heard that.”

~~~

“Our rats are low,” Doyle was saying and Xander had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing out loud.

Exasperated, Cordelia said, “Rates!”

Glancing over his shoulder at the file folders taped to the wall, Xander could see that the lines did, in fact, say rats. “It does say rats,” he offered. He hid behind the camera—the only relatively secure place in the office at the moment—when Cordelia turned to level her death glare on him.

Doyle cleared his throat and started reading his lines again; walking around the desk so that he could lean against it.

Xander pulled out the zoom on the camera for a moment then slowly brought it in to Doyle’s face. Suddenly, Xander couldn’t stop from just staring at Doyle. For the first time since Xander had met Doyle, the older man seemed completely himself. All of his nervous gestures and awkward pauses all combined to make Doyle a normal person. A person the Xander could completely relate to and even—possibly—date.

Xander came back to himself as Doyle cleared his throat.

“Is that it?” he asked softly. He paused to swallow and smiled. “Am I done?”

Cordelia sighed. “I don't know.”

At that, Xander clicked the stop button on the camera and turned around to start pulling the file folders off the wall.

“I'm not getting everyman,” Cordelia was saying, “I'm getting, uh...”

Doyle cocked his head to the side curiously.

“Weasel!” she said. After a pause she added, “We don't want weasel.”

“Oh, I think people will be pouring in as soon as they hear about our low rats,” Xander supplied as he sat down in front of the small TV that he had convinced Angel to let him have in the office and resumed playing his game.

Cordelia simply glared at Xander and started to unplug the camera.

“I c’n take an’uder crack at it,” Doyle offered.

Cordelia shook her head. “I don't think so.”

“Weasel fact’r, huh?” Doyle asked after a pause.

“Doyle, I didn't mean it like that,” Cordelia said softly. She dropped into a chair and sighed. “I'm sorry. I'm just—I feel kind of hopeless with him down there doing the nonprofit brooding.”

“It's not like he has a heart,” Xander offered. More sarcastically he added, “Why should he care if some demon prophesizes the end of the world?”

“I guess havin' th' Oracles confirm th' prophesy got 'im where he lives,” Doyle stated mostly to himself.

“That's all very sad, but we live here, too,” Xander stated. “And though I hate prophesies about the end of the world as much as the next guy, this walking on eggshells thing is starting to hurt my toes.”

“I'll talk to him,” Cordelia said firmly, standing up and heading towards the back. Just as she reached the door she paused. “Hey! Maybe if we get him to wear a costume?”

“A costume?” Doyle asked.

“Well, the guy's a bona fide hero,” Cordelia stated, “Would it kill him to put on some tights and a cape and garner us a little free publicity?”

“I don't see Angel putting on tights and—“ Doyle started to say.

“I do, and it's really disturbing,” Xander said, his voice colored with disgust. “Seriously, it should be illegal for Angel to wear… leather let alone tights.”

Cordelia just shook her head and left.

~~~

The soft murmur of voices stopped as Cordelia entered the kitchen. She found both Spike and Angel sitting on either sides of the table holding mugs. They were wearing comfortable drawstring pants, a sign that they had been working out.

“Hi,” she said softly.

Angel stood and walked over to her. “We can make that commercial if you really want to, Cordy.”

“Naw,” Cordelia said as she stepped into the circle of Angel’s arms. “I tried it with Doyle and it didn’t really work. Xander wasn’t much help either for that matter. Those two are like children. We should really watch their candy intake.”

Spike chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He kept one arm rested on the table beside him but let the other trail down his stomach until his thumb hooked onto the waistband of his pants. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that the two of them were already shagging.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes at Spike before snuggling even closer to Angel. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice muffled with her head buried in his neck.

Angel put his hands on her shoulders and tugged her away from him so that he could look her in the eyes. “There’s something that Spike and I have been wanting to ask you for the last couple weeks. The Oracles… have helped put things into perspective and, well, I don’t want to put this off any longer.”

Cordelia nodded slowly and let Angel push her into the chair next to Spike. She watched silently as Angel dragged his chair around the table so that they were sitting closely together.

“What do you know about claiming, luv?” Spike asked softly, not moving an inch from his artful sprawl.

“Uhh… pretty much nothing,” Cordelia stated. “It sounds sort of familiar but other than that…”

Angel nodded. “You might have heard Spike or me mention it from time to time.”

“So… what is it?” Cordelia asked.

“It’s sort of like marriage.” Spike moved to rest his elbows on his knees and tilt his head slightly to the side to show a scar on his neck. To explain, he said, “It’s a type of vampire bite that states… ownership, love, and devotion.”

“I already claimed Spike,” Angel said softly.

Cordelia bit back a gasp but something must have shone through in her eyes because Angel immediately took hold of her hand.

“I claimed Spike the night that I turned him,” Angel explained softly. After a moment he said, “Now I want to claim you.”

“You don’t have to agree, pet,” Spike said softly. He ignored the growl that escaped Angel’s throat at his words and focused completely on Cordelia. “This is something that only you can decide. You can tell the Dark Avenger to bugger off and simply enjoy a physical relationship with us… or you can agree.”

A moment passed as Cordelia considered her options. “What happens if I agree?” she finally asked.

“You belong to me,” Angel grated out, his voice pouring out in a rumble. “For as long as you live, you will belong to *only* me. You will only ever be with whoever *I* consent to.”

Cordelia swallowed loudly before stating, “I agree.”

Angel lunged for her. He gathered her into his arms and devoured her mouth with a kind of hunger that was like nothing he had ever showed before. Without any thought, he used a single arm to clear the table of all debris and laid Cordelia upon it. He took in the sight of her: hair tossed and lips swollen with his kisses and growled low in his throat.

Without any warning, he pushed his hand under her skirt, moved her underwear out of the way, and pushed two fingers inside her heat. Cordelia mewled out in pleasure and rocked her body onto his intruding digits. Unable to wait, Angel pushed down his sweatpants to reveal his rock hard cock, crawled up onto the table and plunged into Cordelia’s heat in one hard stroke.

Cordelia couldn’t contain her scream the pleasure of it was so intense. She reached out blindly to have her fingers connect with hard flesh to her left. She turned her head and found Spike staring at her with that unblinking yellow gaze of his demon form. She panted heavily as Angel roughly stroked in and out of her and reached for Spike’s straining cock. A whimper escaped the vampire as her fingers closed around him.

Angel growled once again and grabbed her hands and pushed them down so that he had her completely pinned. He ignored Spike when the vampire protested at being left still heavily aroused and stared deep into Cordelia’s eyes. After a moment, he turned away from her and silenced Spike with a quick kiss. The blonde grunted and thrust his hips against Angel’s side. Angel grinned, grabbed hold of Spike’s cock and ground his cock into Cordelia’s center at the same time. It didn’t take long for Cordelia to go flying over the edge and after a few more strokes Spike followed.

Angel stroked Spike a few more time, to wring as much out Spike as he could before losing himself in Cordelia. Soon he couldn’t think at all and the next thing he knew, his cock was spurting out as he reached his orgasm and his fangs were buried deep into Cordelia’s neck.