Romancing Red

Title: Romancing Red
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S W/A W/S/A
Summary: Angel comes to Sunnydale to help Buffy, but finds a certain redhead won’t stay out of his thoughts. Spike is jealous of Angel’s newfound appreciation for the Witch. He decides to give him a run for his money. From Angel and Spike’s POV. Set during ‘Pangs’.
Warnings: Threesomes, m/m/f, some slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek nothing other then pure enjoyment from these fics, Joss and Co. owns all
Distribution: NHA and everyone else I post to, all others just ask. All of my fic is archived at my site. http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
Authors Notes: This was supposed to be collaboration between stephy_cats and myself; however, I cannot get a hold of her so I am finishing it.
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(Spike's POV)

"Hello Peaches," I say from behind him. He turns around to face me.

"Spike," Peaches says through clenched teeth.

Well, well, look at what we have here. The Pouf just won't give up will he? What I wouldn't give to knock that scowl off his face.

"Right, now that we've firmly established who we are, what do you want? Here to play Rapunzel?" I asked taking out a fag and lighting it.

"No, just making sure Willow got home ok. You're not exactly known for your 'Good Intentions'," he says getting in my face. I really hate that you know. It's all posturing and seeing who's got the bigger set. Me? I know I'm good, well, now with this bloody chip I don't know.

"What ever let's you sleep during the long lonely days," I say nonchalantly. "Just so long as you don't have any delusions, Red is mine."

"No, Spike, Willow is her own person. Just because you tricked her into a bond with you doesn't make her yours," he says jabbing a finger into my chest.

"Oh really? Who did she let walk her home? I know yollowllowed us. So, I also know that you heard our little conversation. She didn't want out of the bond, Peaches. Face it. This time, you don't get the girl. Deal with it. Go back to LA with your little cheerleader and ex-Watcher and your attempt at redemption and leave us the hell alone," I say and stomp out my fag. He just stands there, jaw clenching and hands flexing. "That's right. Now, if you don't mind, I've got relatively better things to be going on with..."

"No Spike, that's where you are wrong. The only reason she didn't back out of the bond is to protect her friends, it had nothing to do with any feelings for you," the Pouf says spinning me around to face him again. Always trying to be the domineering one he is. Bloody annoying at times, like now.

"Whatever. I see that you believe that. Won't shatter your illusions. Just so you don't forget, as your neanderthal brain is wont to do, Red is mine."

I didn't see the fist until it was too late to keep it from impacting hard with my face, busting my lower lip. I tasted my own blood. The damn Ponce continued throwing punches and kicks. I could do nothing but block them, and that I'm not doing very well. I'm getting my arse kicked...not my idea of a good bloody time. I am getting sick of this and decide to throw a punch of my own, chip or no chip. I don't care, Pouf's got it coming. The punch lands with exact precision, spinning him. I grab my head expecting pain...but there is none. I roar in delight! This is just too bloody good.

After a few minutes of trying to beat each other bloody he grabs my wrists and holds them at my sides. Stupid bugger. He just looks at me for a minute, then looks down at my cut and bloody lip. I know he can smell the blood, his is just as thick on the air, almost intoxicating like.

What he does next boggles my mind. The Ponce leans in and draws his tongue along the line of blood coming from my lip. He hovers just above my lips, looking into my eyes. I can see flecks of gold flash throughout his brow eyes. His arousal scents the air, and I'm taken aback. This is not what I had planned. I'd just wanted to taunt, maybe throw a few punches and leave. Not this, not this...whatever it is.

"Wha-," I start to ask, but I'm cut off by his tongue that has invaded my mouth. How the hell did he do that? Always forcing himself where he is least wanted, and yet wanted all the more for being there. I give in to the sensations and kiss back, which reassures him enough to let him release my arms. I grab the back of his head and press him closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him arse first, flush against me. He moans into the kiss letting me take over. Peaches wraps his arms around me and fingers the old scar that had been given to me by Dru, but he'd bitten over it enough times to make it his claim as well. Our hips move convulsively against one another, each of us straining for that friction that guarantee's pleasure.

We are too engrossed in each other to notice the couple that walks up, until one of them gasps then makes an 'Eww' noise. That voice, the tingling along my spine. It can only be one person. The Slayer. Bloody hell, this is just not my night. I break away from Peaches. He doesn't notice Slutty and Capitan Cardboard until I turn his face to look at them.

"Hello Slayer," I say and light up. This should be fun. Slutty catching the love of her life lip-locked to her mortal enemy.

"Uhh, Buffy, hi," The Pouf says lamely. If the bloke could blush he'd be crimson by now. Peaches is floundering, not lookin' at her.

"What the...what was that?" Slutty asked pointing between Peaches and I.

"Well, I see Capitan Cardboard and Peaches haven't taught you anything. That was a kiss you see. It's when--"

"I know what it is!" The Slayer says frantically, cutting me off. "I meant, well, I don't know what I meant. That was just...," she says trailing off and making a disgusted face. Solider Boy is just standing there gaping. Boy's probably never seen two men together, though, he is in the military. Maybe he's just not used to seeing it outside of the barracks.

We stand there for a few minutes. No one is saying a word. Peaches doesn't know what to say, shifting from foot to foot nervously. The Slayer and her boy are still trying to get over their shock of the situation.

"Are you gay Angel?" Slutty asks out of nowhere. I have to hold back the laughter that is threatening to come pouring out. The look on Peaches face is just too much, I let it out in loud guffaws. The look of death he shoots my way does nothing to curb my laughter.

"We're vampires, no inhibitions. Thought you would have read that in those Watcher's Diary's," I say through the tail end of my laughing fit. She looks at me like I'm crazy. Then looks at my wrists. Oh no, Slutty is thinking.

"Why are you lose?" The Slayer asks.

"Wait, they're vampires?" Soldier Boy asks. He gets into a somewhat fighting stance, as if it would matter.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry Riley," The Slayer says. "This is Angel, and Spike."

"But they're vampires," he says. Boy, he catches on quioesnoesn't he? Must be all that superior military training. Peaches just nods and looks away. Stupid bugger, he's still ashamed of what he is. Figures.

"Yeah, well now that we have that established...why don't you two go shag or whatever it was you were going to do, and leave the Pouf and I to our business."

"We have no business Spike," Peaches says.

"Oh, I think we do, but we will get to that later," I say and turn back to Slutty and Capitan Cardboard. I wave them away with a flick of the wrist. The Slayer looks at me with a look that says 'You did not just shoo me'. Should've known that wouldn't work.

"Wait, I know you from somewhere," Soldier Boy says stepping closer to look at me. Fuck.

"Yeah, I live 'round here."

"No, not around here...you're Hostile 17!" he exclaims and jumps back reaching for his handy phone. Bloody hell. The Slayer looks alarmed and reaches for him, drawing him away and pulling the phone out of his hands. What's this now? Peaches looks at me quizzically.

"Buffy, what are you doing? That's Hostile 17. I have to call Walsh and let her know, then get the men down here to bring him back," Soldier Boy says.

"No, don't. Listen he can't hurt humans ok?" Slutty says.

"But--"

"No, look. Let me talk to them real quick. You go on up to the room and see if Willow is there. Stay there until I come back, then we will talk ok? I'm also keeping the phone," The Slayer says and pushes him off towards the dorm, then walks back to where Peaches and I are standing.

"How did you get out?" she asks, poking me in the chest.

"Oi, what does it matter to you? Like you said to G.I. Joe over there, I can't hurt humans..."

"Did Giles let you go?"

"Again, what does it matter--"

"Willow let him go," Peaches says. Ok, he really needs to be quiet. Is he trying to get me staked here? I look at him pointedly, asking him with my eyes. He just shrugs and looks back to the Slayer who is standing there mouth gaping.

"What did you do to Willow?" The Slayer asks darkly.

"Nothing. You know what a bleeding heart Red is. She couldn't stand to see me trussed up like that. Bloody nice of her if you ask me."

"But I didn't ask you Spike. I swear, if you did something to her I will dust you," she says and stalks off to the dorms.

I turn back to the Ponce and deck him good, knocking him to the ground. He gets back up quickly and growls.

"What was that for?" he asks.

"For bloody telling the Slayer that Red let me go. Are you out of your gourd? You could have gotten me staked! And then where would Red be?" I ask furious. He looks at me confused, then it dawns on him. "Yeah, that'll teach you to bleeding think sometimes."

"I'm...I'm sorry. I guess I'm still not used to the whole bond thing," he says rubbing his face where I punched him. "Look, I've got an idea--"

I laugh cutting him off, "That's a good one."

"Just listen Spike. I don't know what's going on with this, what was it, Hostile 17 crap, but I don't think you are safe here. Why don't you come back to LA with me?"

I stand there stunned. Back to LA? With Peaches? No Slayer, no Soldier Boys, it's almost too good. There's got to be a catch, always is. "Why?" I ask suspiciously.

"For one to get you away from Willow, and for two...I really think Buffy might stake you. You know Willow will end up telling her. They're best friends. Speaking of which, why don't we head back to my apartment to talk?" he says and starts off walking. I just stand there gaping.

So, ok, I knew the Red thing was coming. I'm not stupid, but him worrying about me getting staked is something new. First the kiss, and now this. What the bloody hell is running through that gel slicked mind of his? Might be worth it to find out. I walk to catch up with him lighting a fag and wondering what exactly is going on here.