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Chapter 94
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 94
The village - the same night
**************
“Remind me not to do that again in a hurry,” Spike said as they walked toward the village hall.
Before escorting the kids off to bed, Lorne had suggested a nightcap. He’d said to meet him inside the building next to the hall.
“The art is to keep it simple,” Angel explained.
“Yeah, now you tell me,” Spike said. “Don’t think that gawky kid believed a word I said.”
Angel laughed.
“I think you made at least one friend though.” Angel said. “Mina liked your story.”
“Mina?”
“His sister - the blonde girl.”
“Yeah, I guess she did at that,” Spike said. “Pity about the rest though. You had ’em all eating out of your hand when I arrived. How d’ya do that?”
“I’ve been wondering about that. You know, I have no idea.”
“You’re good with kids, Luv.”
Course he should have known. Wasn’t that what Wesley had been telling him only a few weeks ago?
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Wesley realised he was falling in love with Fred all over again. They’d been chatting almost non-stop for what, he imagined, must have been a couple of hours at least - the moon had crossed a considerable portion of the sky during that time and the square was practically deserted now. He hadn’t even noticed the villagers leave and he had absolutely no idea what had happened to Angel and Spike. Lorne was no doubt keeping them occupied to give him and Fred an opportunity to get to know one another. Fred was much more relaxed now they were alone. He’d have to remember to thank Lorne later.
They’d eventually settled into a companionable silence and he was currently enjoying simply looking at her as he sipped his drink. This was his Fred, not Illyria. He could hardly believe it. He wondered if he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Here she was: warm, radiant, vivacious… and what was she saying?
“… looking at me like that?” Fred asked.
He’d only caught the last few words.
“I’m sorry, was I staring?”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” she giggled, “but what were you thinking about, if you don’t mind me asking? You suddenly seemed to be somewhere else.”
He never wanted to be anywhere else ever again but at her side.
“Forgive me, Fred, please,” he said. “I can’t help myself.”
He swallowed.
“I’ve never seen you look so beautiful… Moonlight becomes you….”
She giggled again and started to blush.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”
“Don’t apologise. I don’t get many compliments, except from Lorne and he doesn’t count… Not that I don’t appreciate his kind words but I know he’d always find something nice to say to me even if I was wearing rags and covered in demon horse poo. He’s a real sweetie. He’s been like a father… and a brother to me. I don’t know how I’d have gotten through all this without him…”
Her eyes began to fill with tears.
“I’m sorry,” she added, lowering her gaze.
Wesley stood up and moved around to her side of the table and sat down beside her. He slipped one arm around her shoulders and gently lifted her chin with his other hand, encouraging her to look at him.
“He’s been so good to me,” she continued.
Their eyes met and she blinked. Wesley reached up to brush away the single tear that trickled down her cheek.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he whispered.
All he wanted was to make her happy, to see her laugh and smile again…
“It’s not your fault,” she said, suddenly brightening. “Please don’t think you make me sad. You make me happy. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much as I have tonight in all the time I’ve been here. You’re funny… sweet too…”
Wesley realised that not only did he still have his arm around her shoulders but he was now holding the hand which lay in her lap. He quickly released the hand and started to edge away.
“No… please. I like it,” she said.
He put the arm back around her shoulders and she shivered. It couldn’t be that she was cold, could it, not when the night air was so warm?
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that…”
Perhaps it was because she didn’t like his touch, notwithstanding that she’d indicated otherwise earlier… but then she was probably just being polite. He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze and moved to stand up.
“Come on, let’s go and find the others,” he said. “Did you see which way they went?”
She was giggling again.
“No, but I can guess,” she said. “I imagine Lorne has taken them to the local brothel. They don’t call it that, of course, but it’s the house where the women you saw dancing earlier live.”
She gestured to one of the buildings on the boardwalk.
As she turned away from him, she seemed suddenly sad once more.
“If you want to join them I can take you there…”
“Good Lord, no,” Wesley interrupted.
She turned toward him and her face lit up again.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” she asked, jumping up from the table. “I just need to fetch my cloak first in case it gets chilly later on. The stream is so pretty at night when the moon is full…”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Wesley said. “I’d like that very much indeed.”
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“Mediaeval lap-dancing is what it is,” Spike said, leaning close to Angel so that the dancers couldn’t hear. “Weird without music though, if you ask me.”
Angel wasn’t asking. His attention was elsewhere. Spike wasn’t even sure Angel had registered what he’d just said to him.
He was about to jab him in the ribs when Lorne returned from the back room with another jug of Recipe. Spike went over to the bar for a refill leaving Angel alone with the dancers. Wasn’t like any of ’em seemed the least bit interested in him anyway. They only had eyes for Angel. Spike guessed it was because he didn’t match up physically to their idea of a champion. He was too short and too skinny. They obviously expected a real champion to be built like the Groosalugg.
“’Bout time too. What kept you, Pet?” he asked.
“Just had to get a few things from the old homestead. Something tells me those two aren’t going to want any company tonight.”
“Fred and Wes?”
Fuck! Where the bleedin’ Hell was he gonna kip down for the night then if Chez Lorne was off limits? He didn’t much fancy playing gooseberry to his sire all night.
“Who else would I mean, Sweetie?” Lorne asked.
“You’re not trying to tell me they’re going at it in the middle of the bleedin’ square?”
“Oh no!” Lorne chuckled. “Not yet anyway. They’re deep in conversation right now but I could feel the vibes, sense the tension, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, sensing some of that meself right here,” Spike replied, nodding in Angel’s direction.
As he glanced across the room, Spike saw that one of the women was inviting Angel to undo her bodice. Another was in the process of removing her only remaining garment - a leather thong. A third, already naked apart from thigh-length boots, was reclining on a couch, her legs spread wide for Angel’s viewing pleasure. Now the first one was waving her tits in his face. Two of the others had stopped dancing and were unbuttoning his shirt.
“You said yourself he hasn’t gotten any in a long time, Sweetie,” Lorne said, topping up his own drink from the jug. “What I don’t understand though is why he’s been denying himself all this time. If his soul is only at risk when he’s with someone he loves then what’s been stopping him?”
The same thing that was stopping Spike indulging right now?
“Search me,” Spike said. “Guess he just enjoys being miserable. Do him good to get laid once in a while.”
“So, what’s different about tonight?” Lorne asked.
Spike had a feeling he knew the answer. Maybe he’d test his theory on Lorne, see what he thought…
Angel stood up, shirtless, as a sixth woman entered the room. Spike looked again. Make that girl.
“Fuck!” Spike exclaimed. “You sure the villagers are gonna be okay with this? How old is she?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Honey. She’s legal. She’s older than she looks,” Lorne replied. “Of course, what’s legal here...”
The two women who’d removed Angel’s shirt were now on their knees in front of him. One had succeeded in undoing his belt. The other didn’t know quite what to make of his zipper. Angel gently pushed her hand away. Spike didn’t blame him. One false move with a boner like that and… He winced. It didn’t bear thinking about.
“Which one do you think he’ll choose?” Lorne asked.
“Oh, he’ll take the virgin,” Spike replied. “No doubt about it. Always was partial to virgins… Had a thing for ’em, you might say.”
“Then the others are going to be disappointed.”
“I doubt it, Mate,” Spike said with a chuckle. “He’ll make sure he leaves ’em all fully satisfied…”
Angel dropped his pants.
“But there are six altogether,” Lorne said, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Yeah, piece of cake. I’ve seen him work his way through an entire bleedin’ nunnery in a single night.”
Lorne swallowed.
“Course he was evil then…”
The two young women pulled Angel’s boxers down and he stepped out of them.
“Oh my!” Lorne gasped, fanning himself with his hand.
“See anything you like?” Spike asked, innocently.
Lorne drained the contents of his mug and just stood and stared.
“He certainly seems… well equipped… for the task,” he said. “P’raps we should stay a while, Honeybun… just, you know, to make sure that pesky curse doesn’t kick in?”
Spike laughed. He’d always thought Lorne was a bit of a perv on the side.
“Does his best work in front of an audience,” Spike said. “Stay as long as you like.”
He finished his drink and set the mug down on the bar.
“I’m going outside for a smoke,” he added.
He needed some fresh air. Even though he knew it meant nothing to Angel, it was gonna be too bloody painful to watch these damn women getting their mitts all over his body, to watch him shagging ’em into exhaustion, when the most Angel could offer him was a cuddle.
“Don’t you want to watch, Sweetie?” Lorne asked.
“Nah, seen it all before, haven’t I?”
“The one in the pink diaphanous number gives head to die for,” Lorne added, conspiratorially. “And so does her brother… You don’t know what you’ll be missing, Honeybun.”
Spike laughed. He had a fair idea.
“You enjoy yourself, Mate. I’ll see you in the morning.”
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Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 94
The village - the same night
**************
“Remind me not to do that again in a hurry,” Spike said as they walked toward the village hall.
Before escorting the kids off to bed, Lorne had suggested a nightcap. He’d said to meet him inside the building next to the hall.
“The art is to keep it simple,” Angel explained.
“Yeah, now you tell me,” Spike said. “Don’t think that gawky kid believed a word I said.”
Angel laughed.
“I think you made at least one friend though.” Angel said. “Mina liked your story.”
“Mina?”
“His sister - the blonde girl.”
“Yeah, I guess she did at that,” Spike said. “Pity about the rest though. You had ’em all eating out of your hand when I arrived. How d’ya do that?”
“I’ve been wondering about that. You know, I have no idea.”
“You’re good with kids, Luv.”
Course he should have known. Wasn’t that what Wesley had been telling him only a few weeks ago?
*****************
Wesley realised he was falling in love with Fred all over again. They’d been chatting almost non-stop for what, he imagined, must have been a couple of hours at least - the moon had crossed a considerable portion of the sky during that time and the square was practically deserted now. He hadn’t even noticed the villagers leave and he had absolutely no idea what had happened to Angel and Spike. Lorne was no doubt keeping them occupied to give him and Fred an opportunity to get to know one another. Fred was much more relaxed now they were alone. He’d have to remember to thank Lorne later.
They’d eventually settled into a companionable silence and he was currently enjoying simply looking at her as he sipped his drink. This was his Fred, not Illyria. He could hardly believe it. He wondered if he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Here she was: warm, radiant, vivacious… and what was she saying?
“… looking at me like that?” Fred asked.
He’d only caught the last few words.
“I’m sorry, was I staring?”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” she giggled, “but what were you thinking about, if you don’t mind me asking? You suddenly seemed to be somewhere else.”
He never wanted to be anywhere else ever again but at her side.
“Forgive me, Fred, please,” he said. “I can’t help myself.”
He swallowed.
“I’ve never seen you look so beautiful… Moonlight becomes you….”
She giggled again and started to blush.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”
“Don’t apologise. I don’t get many compliments, except from Lorne and he doesn’t count… Not that I don’t appreciate his kind words but I know he’d always find something nice to say to me even if I was wearing rags and covered in demon horse poo. He’s a real sweetie. He’s been like a father… and a brother to me. I don’t know how I’d have gotten through all this without him…”
Her eyes began to fill with tears.
“I’m sorry,” she added, lowering her gaze.
Wesley stood up and moved around to her side of the table and sat down beside her. He slipped one arm around her shoulders and gently lifted her chin with his other hand, encouraging her to look at him.
“He’s been so good to me,” she continued.
Their eyes met and she blinked. Wesley reached up to brush away the single tear that trickled down her cheek.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he whispered.
All he wanted was to make her happy, to see her laugh and smile again…
“It’s not your fault,” she said, suddenly brightening. “Please don’t think you make me sad. You make me happy. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much as I have tonight in all the time I’ve been here. You’re funny… sweet too…”
Wesley realised that not only did he still have his arm around her shoulders but he was now holding the hand which lay in her lap. He quickly released the hand and started to edge away.
“No… please. I like it,” she said.
He put the arm back around her shoulders and she shivered. It couldn’t be that she was cold, could it, not when the night air was so warm?
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that…”
Perhaps it was because she didn’t like his touch, notwithstanding that she’d indicated otherwise earlier… but then she was probably just being polite. He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze and moved to stand up.
“Come on, let’s go and find the others,” he said. “Did you see which way they went?”
She was giggling again.
“No, but I can guess,” she said. “I imagine Lorne has taken them to the local brothel. They don’t call it that, of course, but it’s the house where the women you saw dancing earlier live.”
She gestured to one of the buildings on the boardwalk.
As she turned away from him, she seemed suddenly sad once more.
“If you want to join them I can take you there…”
“Good Lord, no,” Wesley interrupted.
She turned toward him and her face lit up again.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” she asked, jumping up from the table. “I just need to fetch my cloak first in case it gets chilly later on. The stream is so pretty at night when the moon is full…”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Wesley said. “I’d like that very much indeed.”
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“Mediaeval lap-dancing is what it is,” Spike said, leaning close to Angel so that the dancers couldn’t hear. “Weird without music though, if you ask me.”
Angel wasn’t asking. His attention was elsewhere. Spike wasn’t even sure Angel had registered what he’d just said to him.
He was about to jab him in the ribs when Lorne returned from the back room with another jug of Recipe. Spike went over to the bar for a refill leaving Angel alone with the dancers. Wasn’t like any of ’em seemed the least bit interested in him anyway. They only had eyes for Angel. Spike guessed it was because he didn’t match up physically to their idea of a champion. He was too short and too skinny. They obviously expected a real champion to be built like the Groosalugg.
“’Bout time too. What kept you, Pet?” he asked.
“Just had to get a few things from the old homestead. Something tells me those two aren’t going to want any company tonight.”
“Fred and Wes?”
Fuck! Where the bleedin’ Hell was he gonna kip down for the night then if Chez Lorne was off limits? He didn’t much fancy playing gooseberry to his sire all night.
“Who else would I mean, Sweetie?” Lorne asked.
“You’re not trying to tell me they’re going at it in the middle of the bleedin’ square?”
“Oh no!” Lorne chuckled. “Not yet anyway. They’re deep in conversation right now but I could feel the vibes, sense the tension, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, sensing some of that meself right here,” Spike replied, nodding in Angel’s direction.
As he glanced across the room, Spike saw that one of the women was inviting Angel to undo her bodice. Another was in the process of removing her only remaining garment - a leather thong. A third, already naked apart from thigh-length boots, was reclining on a couch, her legs spread wide for Angel’s viewing pleasure. Now the first one was waving her tits in his face. Two of the others had stopped dancing and were unbuttoning his shirt.
“You said yourself he hasn’t gotten any in a long time, Sweetie,” Lorne said, topping up his own drink from the jug. “What I don’t understand though is why he’s been denying himself all this time. If his soul is only at risk when he’s with someone he loves then what’s been stopping him?”
The same thing that was stopping Spike indulging right now?
“Search me,” Spike said. “Guess he just enjoys being miserable. Do him good to get laid once in a while.”
“So, what’s different about tonight?” Lorne asked.
Spike had a feeling he knew the answer. Maybe he’d test his theory on Lorne, see what he thought…
Angel stood up, shirtless, as a sixth woman entered the room. Spike looked again. Make that girl.
“Fuck!” Spike exclaimed. “You sure the villagers are gonna be okay with this? How old is she?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Honey. She’s legal. She’s older than she looks,” Lorne replied. “Of course, what’s legal here...”
The two women who’d removed Angel’s shirt were now on their knees in front of him. One had succeeded in undoing his belt. The other didn’t know quite what to make of his zipper. Angel gently pushed her hand away. Spike didn’t blame him. One false move with a boner like that and… He winced. It didn’t bear thinking about.
“Which one do you think he’ll choose?” Lorne asked.
“Oh, he’ll take the virgin,” Spike replied. “No doubt about it. Always was partial to virgins… Had a thing for ’em, you might say.”
“Then the others are going to be disappointed.”
“I doubt it, Mate,” Spike said with a chuckle. “He’ll make sure he leaves ’em all fully satisfied…”
Angel dropped his pants.
“But there are six altogether,” Lorne said, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Yeah, piece of cake. I’ve seen him work his way through an entire bleedin’ nunnery in a single night.”
Lorne swallowed.
“Course he was evil then…”
The two young women pulled Angel’s boxers down and he stepped out of them.
“Oh my!” Lorne gasped, fanning himself with his hand.
“See anything you like?” Spike asked, innocently.
Lorne drained the contents of his mug and just stood and stared.
“He certainly seems… well equipped… for the task,” he said. “P’raps we should stay a while, Honeybun… just, you know, to make sure that pesky curse doesn’t kick in?”
Spike laughed. He’d always thought Lorne was a bit of a perv on the side.
“Does his best work in front of an audience,” Spike said. “Stay as long as you like.”
He finished his drink and set the mug down on the bar.
“I’m going outside for a smoke,” he added.
He needed some fresh air. Even though he knew it meant nothing to Angel, it was gonna be too bloody painful to watch these damn women getting their mitts all over his body, to watch him shagging ’em into exhaustion, when the most Angel could offer him was a cuddle.
“Don’t you want to watch, Sweetie?” Lorne asked.
“Nah, seen it all before, haven’t I?”
“The one in the pink diaphanous number gives head to die for,” Lorne added, conspiratorially. “And so does her brother… You don’t know what you’ll be missing, Honeybun.”
Spike laughed. He had a fair idea.
“You enjoy yourself, Mate. I’ll see you in the morning.”
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