Angels Bad Night
folder
Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,521
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,521
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Seven
Angel went to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He didn't bother to pour it into a glass, he wanted to be drunk, and fast. He took a swig of it and sighed in contentment at the wonderful warming feeling it produced. That was exactly what he needed.
"Ya gonna share?" Spike asked. He'd followed Angel back into the kitchen, rather pleased with himself that he'd caught his sire so off-guard by what he knew about Darla.
Angel glared at Spike and sat in a chair next to the kitchen table. He sighed and held out the bottle, though.
"Aw, cheer up," Spike said with a grin as he walked over. He took the bottle and hopped up on the counter next to Angel. He took a swallow and added, "What d'you have to brood about, anyway? You didn't lose your soul, although that really had to piss her off. But that's a plus, on both counts, right?"
Angel took the bottle back and shrugged. Well, when Spike put it THAT way... He took another long swallow of the liquid. It was starting to relax him, thank the gods. It would take a LOT to actually get him drunk, though. He'd always been a heavy drinker as a human and he hadn't stopped drinking when he was turned either. It was a way to get through the long nights alone, even if it
wasn't a healthy one. But it wasn't like he'd die of liver cancer from it, after all. He snorted at the thought.
Spike took the offered bottle again, watching Angel closely. He was trying not to brood, Spike could tell. He took another gulp of the whiskey and said, "So the way I see it, you've got no reason to brood. Now, if Slutty knew about it, that'd be a--"
Spike was kept from finishing his sentence by the hand squeezing his throat. Angel had jumped to his feet and closed his hand aroSpikSpike's throat, with a growl. "You. Will. NOT. Tell. Buffy," he said, his eyes flashing yellow as his temper flared.
Spike clawed at the hand around his throat, fighting for breath in a panic-reaction. "Won't." He gasped.
Angel released him but didn't back away. "Give me your word," he prompted.
"Fuck you," Spike replied.
Wrong answer.
Angel punched Spike in the nose and Spike reacted by kicking Angel in the groin. Angel howled and backed away, doubling over in pain. Spike jumped off the counter and followed, catching Angel with an upper-cut to the jaw which put him on his ass on the floor.
Spike put his hand to his nose and it came away bloody. "That's my cue to leave, isn't it? But why should I be surprised? This is the way our little encounters always end up. And just for the record, even if I ever DO go back to Sunnyhell, which I doubt, I won't
be telling Buffy that you fucked Darla. She doesn't need more upsetting news to deal with."
He paused to look at Angel one last time. "Thanks for the drink and so long. Hopefully we'll never see each other aga" Sp" Spike turned to go.
Angel saw the look of sadness in Spike's face before he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Angel knew without a doubt at that moment that something had happened to change Spike. The last bit of proof of that was the fact that Spike didn't want to hurt Buffy by telling her what Angel had done with Darla.
Angel didn't know how long that change would last, but he didn't care at the moment. The fact was that Spike *was* different. Angel couldn't let Spike walk away now. Not without finding out if there was even a chance... He jumped to his feet and ran after Spike. He closed the distance between them and grabbed Spike by the arm as he reached the exit, pulling him back inside. Spike turned
to protest and Angel silenced him by pinning him against the door and kissing him.
Which was *not* what Spike had expected.
"Ya gonna share?" Spike asked. He'd followed Angel back into the kitchen, rather pleased with himself that he'd caught his sire so off-guard by what he knew about Darla.
Angel glared at Spike and sat in a chair next to the kitchen table. He sighed and held out the bottle, though.
"Aw, cheer up," Spike said with a grin as he walked over. He took the bottle and hopped up on the counter next to Angel. He took a swallow and added, "What d'you have to brood about, anyway? You didn't lose your soul, although that really had to piss her off. But that's a plus, on both counts, right?"
Angel took the bottle back and shrugged. Well, when Spike put it THAT way... He took another long swallow of the liquid. It was starting to relax him, thank the gods. It would take a LOT to actually get him drunk, though. He'd always been a heavy drinker as a human and he hadn't stopped drinking when he was turned either. It was a way to get through the long nights alone, even if it
wasn't a healthy one. But it wasn't like he'd die of liver cancer from it, after all. He snorted at the thought.
Spike took the offered bottle again, watching Angel closely. He was trying not to brood, Spike could tell. He took another gulp of the whiskey and said, "So the way I see it, you've got no reason to brood. Now, if Slutty knew about it, that'd be a--"
Spike was kept from finishing his sentence by the hand squeezing his throat. Angel had jumped to his feet and closed his hand aroSpikSpike's throat, with a growl. "You. Will. NOT. Tell. Buffy," he said, his eyes flashing yellow as his temper flared.
Spike clawed at the hand around his throat, fighting for breath in a panic-reaction. "Won't." He gasped.
Angel released him but didn't back away. "Give me your word," he prompted.
"Fuck you," Spike replied.
Wrong answer.
Angel punched Spike in the nose and Spike reacted by kicking Angel in the groin. Angel howled and backed away, doubling over in pain. Spike jumped off the counter and followed, catching Angel with an upper-cut to the jaw which put him on his ass on the floor.
Spike put his hand to his nose and it came away bloody. "That's my cue to leave, isn't it? But why should I be surprised? This is the way our little encounters always end up. And just for the record, even if I ever DO go back to Sunnyhell, which I doubt, I won't
be telling Buffy that you fucked Darla. She doesn't need more upsetting news to deal with."
He paused to look at Angel one last time. "Thanks for the drink and so long. Hopefully we'll never see each other aga" Sp" Spike turned to go.
Angel saw the look of sadness in Spike's face before he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Angel knew without a doubt at that moment that something had happened to change Spike. The last bit of proof of that was the fact that Spike didn't want to hurt Buffy by telling her what Angel had done with Darla.
Angel didn't know how long that change would last, but he didn't care at the moment. The fact was that Spike *was* different. Angel couldn't let Spike walk away now. Not without finding out if there was even a chance... He jumped to his feet and ran after Spike. He closed the distance between them and grabbed Spike by the arm as he reached the exit, pulling him back inside. Spike turned
to protest and Angel silenced him by pinning him against the door and kissing him.
Which was *not* what Spike had expected.