Mr. Nice guy.
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,397
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mr. Nice guy.
xXx Chapter one xXx
Pissing off the Poofter.
Perhaps it was the fact that Angel had once been the man who had taught him the joys of this life as a blood-sucking paramecia, Perhaps it was because of the broody, woe-is-me attitude, Maybe it was the Holier-Than-thou demeanor, Hell, Maybe it was the hair. For some reason Spike, The demon slayer, the playboy, the bloody-fantastic, could not stand his now Poofier sire.
The blonde ran long, thin fingers through bleached strands cringing as slick, think gel stuck to skin. Bloody fantastic, he should be able to remember that he kept the colored locks slicked back by now. Digits brushed over the constricting leather of pants, managing only to smear the gluey substance over the water-resistant material. "Bollucks!" The outburst earned an irritated glance from his sire. Spike glanced up just in time to catch it. "What in the bloody hell're you looking at, Peaches?" "An idiot." The snappy comeback caused blood to boil, fingers gathering the gel slicked over leather, scraping the remains upon Angel's desk. The action earned him another irritated glance. "Alright, Why am I here in this tacky, over-furnished, hell hole, eh?" Angel sighed toward the attempts to put down the office, he knew it wasn't tacky...was it? "Spike, i'm not going to let you stay here if you keep this up." Angel glowered toward the male, fingers curling around the base of his "#1 DAD" mug. Ha, what a present. "Bloody hell." He had heard this speech ten times over. Angel lifted the cup to lips, brown optics widening, lips puckering as the liquid within the mug met his tongue, it was quickly spit back into the mug, tongue black, pen ink dripping from his chin. "SPIKE!" His call was unheard, Spike doubled over out of his seat, laughing at that disturbed expression. Oh, what a good show!
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Very short first chapter I know. ^_^; Tell me what you think. If I get good reviews than I will continue. Any criticism is welcome! Tell me what you want to see! <3
Pissing off the Poofter.
Perhaps it was the fact that Angel had once been the man who had taught him the joys of this life as a blood-sucking paramecia, Perhaps it was because of the broody, woe-is-me attitude, Maybe it was the Holier-Than-thou demeanor, Hell, Maybe it was the hair. For some reason Spike, The demon slayer, the playboy, the bloody-fantastic, could not stand his now Poofier sire.
The blonde ran long, thin fingers through bleached strands cringing as slick, think gel stuck to skin. Bloody fantastic, he should be able to remember that he kept the colored locks slicked back by now. Digits brushed over the constricting leather of pants, managing only to smear the gluey substance over the water-resistant material. "Bollucks!" The outburst earned an irritated glance from his sire. Spike glanced up just in time to catch it. "What in the bloody hell're you looking at, Peaches?" "An idiot." The snappy comeback caused blood to boil, fingers gathering the gel slicked over leather, scraping the remains upon Angel's desk. The action earned him another irritated glance. "Alright, Why am I here in this tacky, over-furnished, hell hole, eh?" Angel sighed toward the attempts to put down the office, he knew it wasn't tacky...was it? "Spike, i'm not going to let you stay here if you keep this up." Angel glowered toward the male, fingers curling around the base of his "#1 DAD" mug. Ha, what a present. "Bloody hell." He had heard this speech ten times over. Angel lifted the cup to lips, brown optics widening, lips puckering as the liquid within the mug met his tongue, it was quickly spit back into the mug, tongue black, pen ink dripping from his chin. "SPIKE!" His call was unheard, Spike doubled over out of his seat, laughing at that disturbed expression. Oh, what a good show!
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Very short first chapter I know. ^_^; Tell me what you think. If I get good reviews than I will continue. Any criticism is welcome! Tell me what you want to see! <3