Amnesty Is Granted
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Adult ++
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18
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11
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Sluething Lessons
I’m jumping forward in time in this verse, just so I could get to a snuggly bit. Don’t worry, I’ll write how they got together. This was just some needed snuggles for the lovely rakshathewolf who had been sick at the time. If you've read her fic Nexus, you know why she's so lovely.
Sleuthing Lessons
“Tell me why are we doing this again?”
Angel was glad Doyle had asked, that meant he didn’t have to. Xander was struggling to set up a VCR on the old TV he’d dragged from some corner of the office. Angel fought off a smile as he watched Xander work. It was…nice. More than nice.
“Because we’re supposed to be in the Private Detective business now. Okay, we all know how to do the demon fighting part of our job, but what about the whole detective bit? Angel doesn’t even have a trench coat or a fedora; I thought that was, like…mandatory or something. So I got some videos, and since it’s a slow night, knock on wood, I thought it would be fun to watch them.”
Angel kept his mouth shut, he knew that it would be pointless to argue that you couldn’t really learn about being a detective from some movie. Besides, it had gotten Xander out of the funk he’d been in after calling Sunnydale again. Talking to friends that didn’t seem to even try to understand him always left Xander in an odd mood. Add in watching Doyle get flustered, and he had to admit he was having fun.
“Angel, man, you’re not going along with this, are you?” Doyle’s voice had that soft brogue that always reminded him of his human days. His guilt at what he’d done to his family once the soul had set in had caused him to repress his own accent. He couldn’t stand to hear the same sounds that his Mother had used coming out of his mouth. Especially since he had killed her.
A blunt finger poked him in the side. “Stop brooding. And yes,” Xander turned to Doyle with a grin. “Yes, Deadboy is going through with this. And so are you. For one thing, it’ll be fun and we can all just do the male bonding thing. That is such a novelty for me you wouldn’t believe it. And for another thing, watching hours of old movies won’t leave you with a nasty hangover.”
Doyle shook his head and sat in one of the easy chairs in front of the TV as Angel took his place on the corner of the couch. “It’s sad to see a once powerful demon whipped like this.” His voice was teasing and he was smiling.
Angel just shrugged. “Hey, there is no saying no to the puppy eyes. Besides, I saw the videos and I kind of like Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade.” He had wasted away many daylight hours in movie houses in the thirties and forties, and had been fascinated by the false daylight he’d been able to see on the huge white screens.
Xander finished connecting the wires from the VCR to the TV and pushed the first video in. “I got an Agatha Christie movie, too, and one Spenser made-for-TV one. We’re all set for hours of sleuthy goodness.”
Xander grabbed the remote and joined Angel on the couch, snuggling into his side. They had reached an understanding and, while they hadn’t found a way around the curse, it wasn’t a big deal. Xander needed time and Angel…he just needed to hold Xander.
Angel bent his head and kissed Xander on the temple and was rewarded by one of his smiles and a warm human body moving almost impossibly closer. Doyle had a fond look on his face and had settled back in his chair.
An entire day snuggling on the couch and watching old movies sounded as close to perfect happiness as Angel was willing to get.
Sleuthing Lessons
“Tell me why are we doing this again?”
Angel was glad Doyle had asked, that meant he didn’t have to. Xander was struggling to set up a VCR on the old TV he’d dragged from some corner of the office. Angel fought off a smile as he watched Xander work. It was…nice. More than nice.
“Because we’re supposed to be in the Private Detective business now. Okay, we all know how to do the demon fighting part of our job, but what about the whole detective bit? Angel doesn’t even have a trench coat or a fedora; I thought that was, like…mandatory or something. So I got some videos, and since it’s a slow night, knock on wood, I thought it would be fun to watch them.”
Angel kept his mouth shut, he knew that it would be pointless to argue that you couldn’t really learn about being a detective from some movie. Besides, it had gotten Xander out of the funk he’d been in after calling Sunnydale again. Talking to friends that didn’t seem to even try to understand him always left Xander in an odd mood. Add in watching Doyle get flustered, and he had to admit he was having fun.
“Angel, man, you’re not going along with this, are you?” Doyle’s voice had that soft brogue that always reminded him of his human days. His guilt at what he’d done to his family once the soul had set in had caused him to repress his own accent. He couldn’t stand to hear the same sounds that his Mother had used coming out of his mouth. Especially since he had killed her.
A blunt finger poked him in the side. “Stop brooding. And yes,” Xander turned to Doyle with a grin. “Yes, Deadboy is going through with this. And so are you. For one thing, it’ll be fun and we can all just do the male bonding thing. That is such a novelty for me you wouldn’t believe it. And for another thing, watching hours of old movies won’t leave you with a nasty hangover.”
Doyle shook his head and sat in one of the easy chairs in front of the TV as Angel took his place on the corner of the couch. “It’s sad to see a once powerful demon whipped like this.” His voice was teasing and he was smiling.
Angel just shrugged. “Hey, there is no saying no to the puppy eyes. Besides, I saw the videos and I kind of like Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade.” He had wasted away many daylight hours in movie houses in the thirties and forties, and had been fascinated by the false daylight he’d been able to see on the huge white screens.
Xander finished connecting the wires from the VCR to the TV and pushed the first video in. “I got an Agatha Christie movie, too, and one Spenser made-for-TV one. We’re all set for hours of sleuthy goodness.”
Xander grabbed the remote and joined Angel on the couch, snuggling into his side. They had reached an understanding and, while they hadn’t found a way around the curse, it wasn’t a big deal. Xander needed time and Angel…he just needed to hold Xander.
Angel bent his head and kissed Xander on the temple and was rewarded by one of his smiles and a warm human body moving almost impossibly closer. Doyle had a fond look on his face and had settled back in his chair.
An entire day snuggling on the couch and watching old movies sounded as close to perfect happiness as Angel was willing to get.