Couch Confessionals
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,265
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6
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4
Title: Couch Confessionals
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/S
Summary: *Spoiler for AtS Season 5* What's up with the couch in Angel's office? Every time Angel and Spike sit on it, they end up confessing something new. Where will it lead? Set during and after 'Hellbound'.
Warnings: Slash m/m
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything; it is all in the hands of Joss and Co.
Distribution: SoG, Vampyre Haven, BBB, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask. My work is archived at http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
Spoilers: AtS Season 5
Author's Notes: Takes place during and after 'Hellbound'. I kind of reworked the ending, made Spike corporeal a little sooner then in the show. Everything has happened up until the point Spike and Angel get to his office. This was supposed to be all smutty, but then it went to a serious and angsty place.
Feedback: But of course, are you nuts? ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Special thanks to Emmy and Gabrielle for all their help and advice on this fic. I could not have done it without them!
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Chapter 4
Shortly after leaving Angel, Spike appeared in the Science Lab. It was empty and silent and the perfect place for Spike to make a fool of himself. He sought an outlet for his frustration by kicking through tables and punching through walls. He affected nothing. He touched nothing. He was…nothing. Nothing but energy that had no outlet, no way to make its presence known to the world around him. Heck, half the time he blinked out into nothingness, only to pop back unaware of where he had been and how long he’d been gone.
His anger and frustration spread beyond his condition to the only one who could tell him what to expect, the only one he would or could accept sympathy from. ‘And the stupid Ponce can’t even be bothered with me,’ Spike ranted to himself. ‘Holed up in that fancy office of his, doing everything he can to keep away from me…’ The ghostly tears came back. He swiped at them petulantly, only to stare at his hand where they smeared. They didn’t feel wet, they didn’t hold weight, they were just there…something that resembled tears, but not the real thing.
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Toweling off quickly, Angel moved into his room to find clothes. For the first time in a while, he was aware of consciously choosing his apparel. He wanted to look nice for Spike. He wanted…hell; he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Well, that’s not true. He knew he wanted Spike to stay, to not go to hell, to be made corporeal again. Angel wanted to be able to hold him again, to feel him.
Finally, after going through half his wardrobe, he found something suitable. While black, the shirt hugged closely to his form and the pants were the black leather that he knew Spike liked. Everything he wore was for Spike. Even the ancient scent. The bottle was old, tarnished yellowish-brown from the cologne. It had been a gift from Spike years upon years ago. And he’d kept it ever since. Most of the cologne was dry now but the flakes melted when they contacted his damp skin and left the traces of a scent.
He was nervous and jittery. This was important to him, important to Spike. He was going to tell him. He was going to tell him how he felt and what he planned to do about Spike’s…’situation’. Angel just wasn’t sure how Spike would react. It’d been forever since they’d loved each other in their own way. Would he accept it? Or throw it back in his face as he’d done everything else since Angel got his soul?
Now dressed and ready to talk, Angel walked confidently out of his pent house suite and down to the main lobby of Wolfram and Hart. The only thing he had to do now was find Spike.
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The door to the Science Lab opened and closed quietly. Fred walked in and watched Spike rant and rave. She felt sorry for him, and somewhat mad at herself for not being able to help him. She watched as he tried to kick, punch, and knock things over with no success. Feeling guilty, she turned to leave, when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. It was only there for a second, just a flicker of something.
Turning back around Fred tried to see it again, but she couldn’t. Then, she turned as she’d just done, and nothing. Finally, she looked away, and saw it again. Just another flash, just another flicker of something. Some fuzzy something connected to Spike. She was sure of it. Turning again, Fred kept her eyes facing forward while she tried to see out of the corner of her eye. There, just barely visible, was a thread or rope of something. She couldn’t quite tell what it was though, but it was definitely connected to Spike. She could see it going around his neck, like a leash of some kind.
Her gasp startled Spike and he jumped, landing directly inside of a table, bisecting him neatly.
“Hey! I’m the ghost-y here. I’m the one that’s supposed to do the bloody sneaking up on people,” Spike said hotly. He was embarrassed. He’d been caught in a weak moment and by Fred no less. He liked her, and he didn’t want her thinking he was weak. Spike was not weak.
“S-sorry,” Fred said, and turned to walk up to her office. “I, I just needed to get something.”
“Look Pet,” Spike said, reaching out to stop her, but his hand went through her. Sighing loudly he saiI’m I’m sorry. I was just pissed is all.”
“Spike, it’s ok. Really. But, uh, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yeah, Luv. What’s tickling that brain of yours?”--------------
“Harmony,” Angel said, grabbing her arm, “have you seen Spike?” The tone of his voice edged on panic and desperation.
“I don’t know. I mean should I?” she asked confused.
Angel let go of her and began walking again. He didn’t hear her call out to him and ask what was wrong. Faces turned to him, some confused, some frightened, and some uncaring. He didn’t see any of them. Angel’s eyes were trained on a shock of white-blonde hair he saw at the end of the hallway. Just the smallest glimmer of hope in a vast sea of hopelessness. But, he was so far away, not looking back. Didn’t he know that Angel wanted to talk to him? That he had something important to say to him?
The throng of people pushed, shoved, and maneuvered Angel away, down towards the opposite end of the corridor. He never saw this many people before just milling around. He tried frantically to push past them, to call out. All those people acted like a wall, keeping him away from his goal. He couldn’t make his way through, over, or around them. They stopped his progress at every turn. They didn’t even react when he hit them. It was no use. Spike was at the elevators, unaware of Angel trying to get to him.
Angel watched in shocked silence as the elevator doors closed, and he could no longer see Spike. The arrow pointed down.
A cold shiver ran down Angel’s back. Down…Spike was going down.
Voices, disembodied and soft as a whisper floated up to him.
“Doesn’t want you.”
Staring into the faces around him, Angel tried to find the source of those words. They hurt him, stung him. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. No one looked at him, they didn’t look at anything.
“Never wanted you.”
“Not true,” Angel said. The voices were getting louder, faster, and now coming from all directions. It was overwhelming. All of his doubts voiced for everyone to hear, for Spike to hear.
Closing his eyes, Angel dropped to his knees. The voices flowed over him, under him, around him, wrapping him like a blanket. They told him he wasn’t good enough for Spike, that he had never wanted Angel. That Angel should just not even bother, just crawl back into his hole.
“No!” Angel roared, standing up.
The penthouse, his bedroom, naked and wet...everything registered at once. It had been a dream. He’d fallen asleep after coming out of the shower and dreamt it all. Angel was frantic. He’d slept! How long though? Looking at his clock on the dresser he saw it’d only been for a few minutes, but that was a few minutes too long. He dressed quickly, not noticing that he’d put on the same clothes as he had in the dream, and ran out of the room in search of Spike.
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/S
Summary: *Spoiler for AtS Season 5* What's up with the couch in Angel's office? Every time Angel and Spike sit on it, they end up confessing something new. Where will it lead? Set during and after 'Hellbound'.
Warnings: Slash m/m
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything; it is all in the hands of Joss and Co.
Distribution: SoG, Vampyre Haven, BBB, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask. My work is archived at http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
Spoilers: AtS Season 5
Author's Notes: Takes place during and after 'Hellbound'. I kind of reworked the ending, made Spike corporeal a little sooner then in the show. Everything has happened up until the point Spike and Angel get to his office. This was supposed to be all smutty, but then it went to a serious and angsty place.
Feedback: But of course, are you nuts? ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Special thanks to Emmy and Gabrielle for all their help and advice on this fic. I could not have done it without them!
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Chapter 4
Shortly after leaving Angel, Spike appeared in the Science Lab. It was empty and silent and the perfect place for Spike to make a fool of himself. He sought an outlet for his frustration by kicking through tables and punching through walls. He affected nothing. He touched nothing. He was…nothing. Nothing but energy that had no outlet, no way to make its presence known to the world around him. Heck, half the time he blinked out into nothingness, only to pop back unaware of where he had been and how long he’d been gone.
His anger and frustration spread beyond his condition to the only one who could tell him what to expect, the only one he would or could accept sympathy from. ‘And the stupid Ponce can’t even be bothered with me,’ Spike ranted to himself. ‘Holed up in that fancy office of his, doing everything he can to keep away from me…’ The ghostly tears came back. He swiped at them petulantly, only to stare at his hand where they smeared. They didn’t feel wet, they didn’t hold weight, they were just there…something that resembled tears, but not the real thing.
----------
Toweling off quickly, Angel moved into his room to find clothes. For the first time in a while, he was aware of consciously choosing his apparel. He wanted to look nice for Spike. He wanted…hell; he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Well, that’s not true. He knew he wanted Spike to stay, to not go to hell, to be made corporeal again. Angel wanted to be able to hold him again, to feel him.
Finally, after going through half his wardrobe, he found something suitable. While black, the shirt hugged closely to his form and the pants were the black leather that he knew Spike liked. Everything he wore was for Spike. Even the ancient scent. The bottle was old, tarnished yellowish-brown from the cologne. It had been a gift from Spike years upon years ago. And he’d kept it ever since. Most of the cologne was dry now but the flakes melted when they contacted his damp skin and left the traces of a scent.
He was nervous and jittery. This was important to him, important to Spike. He was going to tell him. He was going to tell him how he felt and what he planned to do about Spike’s…’situation’. Angel just wasn’t sure how Spike would react. It’d been forever since they’d loved each other in their own way. Would he accept it? Or throw it back in his face as he’d done everything else since Angel got his soul?
Now dressed and ready to talk, Angel walked confidently out of his pent house suite and down to the main lobby of Wolfram and Hart. The only thing he had to do now was find Spike.
----------
The door to the Science Lab opened and closed quietly. Fred walked in and watched Spike rant and rave. She felt sorry for him, and somewhat mad at herself for not being able to help him. She watched as he tried to kick, punch, and knock things over with no success. Feeling guilty, she turned to leave, when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. It was only there for a second, just a flicker of something.
Turning back around Fred tried to see it again, but she couldn’t. Then, she turned as she’d just done, and nothing. Finally, she looked away, and saw it again. Just another flash, just another flicker of something. Some fuzzy something connected to Spike. She was sure of it. Turning again, Fred kept her eyes facing forward while she tried to see out of the corner of her eye. There, just barely visible, was a thread or rope of something. She couldn’t quite tell what it was though, but it was definitely connected to Spike. She could see it going around his neck, like a leash of some kind.
Her gasp startled Spike and he jumped, landing directly inside of a table, bisecting him neatly.
“Hey! I’m the ghost-y here. I’m the one that’s supposed to do the bloody sneaking up on people,” Spike said hotly. He was embarrassed. He’d been caught in a weak moment and by Fred no less. He liked her, and he didn’t want her thinking he was weak. Spike was not weak.
“S-sorry,” Fred said, and turned to walk up to her office. “I, I just needed to get something.”
“Look Pet,” Spike said, reaching out to stop her, but his hand went through her. Sighing loudly he saiI’m I’m sorry. I was just pissed is all.”
“Spike, it’s ok. Really. But, uh, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yeah, Luv. What’s tickling that brain of yours?”--------------
“Harmony,” Angel said, grabbing her arm, “have you seen Spike?” The tone of his voice edged on panic and desperation.
“I don’t know. I mean should I?” she asked confused.
Angel let go of her and began walking again. He didn’t hear her call out to him and ask what was wrong. Faces turned to him, some confused, some frightened, and some uncaring. He didn’t see any of them. Angel’s eyes were trained on a shock of white-blonde hair he saw at the end of the hallway. Just the smallest glimmer of hope in a vast sea of hopelessness. But, he was so far away, not looking back. Didn’t he know that Angel wanted to talk to him? That he had something important to say to him?
The throng of people pushed, shoved, and maneuvered Angel away, down towards the opposite end of the corridor. He never saw this many people before just milling around. He tried frantically to push past them, to call out. All those people acted like a wall, keeping him away from his goal. He couldn’t make his way through, over, or around them. They stopped his progress at every turn. They didn’t even react when he hit them. It was no use. Spike was at the elevators, unaware of Angel trying to get to him.
Angel watched in shocked silence as the elevator doors closed, and he could no longer see Spike. The arrow pointed down.
A cold shiver ran down Angel’s back. Down…Spike was going down.
Voices, disembodied and soft as a whisper floated up to him.
“Doesn’t want you.”
Staring into the faces around him, Angel tried to find the source of those words. They hurt him, stung him. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. No one looked at him, they didn’t look at anything.
“Never wanted you.”
“Not true,” Angel said. The voices were getting louder, faster, and now coming from all directions. It was overwhelming. All of his doubts voiced for everyone to hear, for Spike to hear.
Closing his eyes, Angel dropped to his knees. The voices flowed over him, under him, around him, wrapping him like a blanket. They told him he wasn’t good enough for Spike, that he had never wanted Angel. That Angel should just not even bother, just crawl back into his hole.
“No!” Angel roared, standing up.
The penthouse, his bedroom, naked and wet...everything registered at once. It had been a dream. He’d fallen asleep after coming out of the shower and dreamt it all. Angel was frantic. He’d slept! How long though? Looking at his clock on the dresser he saw it’d only been for a few minutes, but that was a few minutes too long. He dressed quickly, not noticing that he’d put on the same clothes as he had in the dream, and ran out of the room in search of Spike.