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jasonsnene) wrote2007-10-22 12:14 pm
jasonsnene) wrote2007-10-22 12:14 pm
Entry tags:
Your Boy
Title: Your Boy
Authors:
purpledodah and jasonsnenePairing: Angel/Spike
Warnings: M/M
Rating: NC17
Part 1/?
A/N: Lots of dirty and naughty things happen when you get me and my pal purps online at the same time. This is just an example of the fun we have. I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it!
Chapter 1
Spike lay sprawled on the couch, thinking. He was fed up of being ignored by Angel. He only paid him any notice if he wanted him to go kill something slimy, and than only so Angel didn’t get his Armani suit dirty. Well Spike was sick and tired of being the get dirty bloke. Wasn’t as if Spike wanted much from the daft git. Bit of conversation, a friendly drink now and then. They were supposed to be family for fuck’s sake. Angel was all Spike had left, he needed family. He was a vampire, family was important, cept if ya name was Angel. He sighed. His demon needed it’s sire so badly. He could see no way to fix this. He decided to give up. If that’s the way Angel wanted it, fine. He would leave LA soon as he could.
Angel paced in his office, cursing his childe and his demanding needs. Why couldn't Spike let things be like they were before? Why did he have to demand so much more from Angel all the time. Angel sighed. He knew the answer to his own question. Spike needed Angel. Angel knew it and Spike knew it. The problem was that Angel was afraid to let Spike need him, afraid of what it might mean. There were so many what if's involved. What if he couldn't be what Spike needed? What if Spike wanted more from him than he could safely give? And what if his feelings for Spike deepened, again? It was the last what if that was causing Angel the problems because that led to a much harder question. What if he started to need Spike?
Spike had done all he could. One week and he would be out of here for the last time. Wes had tried to talk him out of it. But even he could see there was no real need for two souled vampires in one city. Wes had made Spike promise to tell Angel he was leaving. He didn’t see the point himself. Not like the pouf would notice anyway. But well, a promise was a promise in his book, if not in Angel’s. Yes he knew the soul got in the way, but the demon in Angel was the same one that had promised him all those years ago, “Ya mine boy, always. I promise ya Will”. Spike knew it was the same demon. Just Angel had forgotten. With a heavy weight on his dead heart he stood in the doorway to Angel’s office. For once he knocked.
“Need ta tell ya somethin’ Peaches. Won’t take long.”
Angel looked up at the knock on his door and was surprised to see Spike standing there. Spike knocked? Spike never knocked. This couldn't be good. When Spike told him he needed to talk, Angel gestured him in and closed the file he was reading. He took a moment to look Spike over as he sauntered over to the chairs in front of Angel's desk. Where had his boy gone? Angel was sure Will was somewhere in the mass of bleached blonde and leather but it was sometimes hard to remember that this ball of confident energy that was Spike was the same needy childe that Angel had sworn to protect all those years ago. When Spike settled Angel sat back and waited for the latest list of wrongdoings that Angel had committed against him. And Angel wondered if he would ever get it right.
Spike fidgeted. He looked anywhere but at Angel. He went to speak several times and changed his mind. In the end he sighed, telling himself to just get it over with. He locked his eyes on Angels.
“I know I annoy ya. Get in the way and stuff. Can’t see the point of hanging around anymore so I’m leaving. End of the week I’ll be gone, me stuff’s all going into storage.” He swallowed down the bitterness and stood up. “I’ll keep outta the way till then.” He turned and walked towards the door.
Angel was stunned. Spike was leaving? What? "Spike, wait!" Angel nearly shouted the words and moved quickly around the desk to approach Spike. "What do you mean, you're leaving? That's ridiculous. You can't leave." He waited for Spike to acknowledge his words but Spike just stood and stared at him so he continued. "You do annoy me. You've annoyed me for a hundred years. That doesn't mean I don't want you around. I, um, I need you to stay. Need your help around here." Angel sighed. Even he knew the words were weak. But he didn't know what else to say.
Spike sighed. He looked right at Angel. “You don’t need me, never have” he swallowed again. “Look Angel all we do is fight, it upsets Percy. Ya don’t want me in the office, I’m only sent on a job if it’s down the sewers or a slime demon of some sort. I don’t know what you need Angel, but it hasn’t been me for years. I’ve had enough.”
Angel knew that the time had come to clear things up with Spike, to make him understand. But he didn't really understand just why he needed Spike around. As much as the younger vampire unsettled him, he also kept him balanced. And he was right, Angel did send him on jobs that were in the sewers or where slime demons were involved. But it was only because Angel knew Spike wouldn't have trouble defeating them. He only sent Spike on jobs where he knew he would be okay. How to explain that to Spike though? "Spike. I do need you. I need you too much sometimes. And I'm sorry I've let you think otherwise." Angel sighed, watching Spike's face, trying to see if his words were making sense. "Spike. Please don't go. I haven't had enough. Never enough."
Spike blinked away a tear. His voice was rough when he spoke. “I can’t stay, hurts to much. I’m sick of fighting you. I’m tired Angel, so fuckin’ tired of it all.” He dropped his eyes to the floor and walked away. Heading for the nearest bar.
Angel couldn't just let him leave so he grabbed Spike from behind, pulling him against his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around him. "I'm not going to let you go Spike. Letting you leave would hurt too much." He continued to hold Spike not daring to let him go, afraid that once Spike got through the door, he would never be able to get him back.
Spike growled. "Let me go, ya got no right ta stop me." He was seriously pissed off now. "Told ya I don't wanna fight no more".
Angel held Spike tighter, forcing him to stay in his embrace. "We're not fighting about this Spike. I want you to stay. You're staying." He spun Spike around, still holding him close, wrapping his arms behind Spike's back and keeping their faces close together. "Please, Spike. Give me a chance to make this right."
Spike kept growling. “Who the fuck do ya think ya are?” he tried to pull away, but Angel held him tighter. “ I’m sick of being ignored, left out of meetings. If Wes didn’t tell me stuff I’d be totally in the dark. You had all the chances with me I’m willing ta give ya. Even last week ya smashed a perfectly good bottle of Irish whiskey just cos I bought it for ya. I AM DONE HERE” he shouted the last.
Angel growled out his own frustration. Damn it. Spike wasn't going to make this easy for him. Wasn't going to just accept that Angel would make things better. He decided to start with the obvious. "I didn't break the damn whiskey because you gave it to me. I broke it because it was close. And it was close *because* you gave it to me. Don't you get it Spike?" Angel spun Spike around and pushed him back further into the room. "Don't you know why I ignore you? Don't you know why I have to keep you at a distance? DON'T YOU KNOW?" Angel tried to calm himself down. Screaming at Spike never got him anywhere. He took a deep breath before realizing he was doing it. "You're not leaving Spike. That's final."
To say Spike was shocked was an understatement. “I didn’t want ta get to fuckin’ close to ya, ya ponce, I wanted to share a drink. One lousy fuckin’ drink cos it was my death day. That to much was it? Don’t worry ya stupid git, I’ll be at a distance from now on. Outer bloody Mongolia is to fuckin close right now”. It had hurt, the only person who should have known what day it was didn’t want to know. He knew Angel regretted him ever being turned, but what was done was done.
Angel struggled to regain his calm. He turned to his desk and pulled out a wrapped package before tossing it to Spike. "I didn't forget your death day Spike. I've never forgotten. You just never let me remember, you never give me the chance. You rush in yelling and screaming and calling me names and expect me to just cosy right up to you. Blame me for this all you want. But it's not all my fault. I want you here Spike. I want you with me. I can't make that any clearer." With his words, Angel turned and left the office. He couldn't stand there and watch Spike leave. His heart was ripping out of his chest as it was.
Spike tilted his head, weighed the package in his hand. With a sad smile he placed it carefully on Angel’s desk. With a last look around he left and wandered down the street to the nearest demon bar. He didn’t want alcohol, he needed blood. He hadn’t fed properly in ages, living on pigs blood to please his soul and Angel. It wasn’t enough, under his clothes he was skin and bone. Only his duster kept everyone from seeing how thin he was now. Time all that changed. He sat at the bar and put some money on the counter. When the bartender asked him what he wanted he replied with a flash of fang “Lunch”.
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I'll be polishing my angst crown very soon. :)