Investigations | By : rockstarpeach Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - General Views: 1391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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They both looked up in shock as a man who looked just like the brunet now pinned to the desk walked into the room, expression of shocked outrage in place.
“What the hell is going on here?” Angel asked.
“Angel?” Spike squeaked out.
“Are you Knox?” Seeley asked.
Angel moved further into the office, slamming the door behind him. His expression darkened into a scowl, brows furrowing with each step he took toward Spike and… who the hell was underneath him?
“Spike! Who the hell is underneath you?”
Spiked backed up from Seeley’s rear end and had the decency to put his own softening cock back into his pants as well as heft up the stranger’s pants in the back before addressing Angel.
Shit. He looked mad. Spike put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Now, I know what this looks like, love-”, he started, but was cut off by Angel.
“Really? You do? Cause I have no idea what it looks like! It looks like you’re fucking me over my desk,” he said, disbelievingly waving a hand at the increasingly confused looking man, still half on the desk. “But that’s not possible is it? Because I wasn’t even here!”
Yup, he was mad alright. “Well, yeah. But see-”
“So let’s ignore for the moment the fact that you were fucking someone else,” Angel began, and once he saw Spike’s look of mild relief he amended, darkly, “but only for the moment. Don’t think you’re off the hook for that, Spikey. You’re fucking someone that looks exactly like me. Who the fuck is he?” Angel thought for a second and frowned. “You didn’t build another sexbot did you?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “No. I’ve been trying to explain-”
“Mr Knox, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me,” Seeley ordered Angel, interrupting Spike. The man wasn’t acting nearly as freaked out as the other two about what was happening, but then he hadn’t just caught or been caught by, his boyfriend with another man. “I’ve got a few questions to ask you.”
Angel screwed up his face at the man, but ignored him completely, turning to Spike and crossing his arms, warning expression on his face clearly indicating that he was waiting for an explanation.
“I thought he was you,” Spike spit out, fast, hoping to at least get that across to Angel before he was interrupted again.
“You what?” Angel asked, not sure whether Spike was lying or just stupid. “I can feel his heat from here. I heard his heartbeat from outside the room. And you’re trying to tell me that while you were doing… whatever you were doing… to him, you couldn’t tell he was a human?!”
Seeley was a little thrown by that comment, wondering what else he would possibly be. He finished tucking his shirt back into his pants, and righted his suit jacket and pulled out his badge, flashing it at Angel. “FBI, Mr Knox. We’re gonna need to have a little chat now.”
“What?!”
“Yeah,” Spike told Angel, “he was calling me Knox too, earlier. I think he’s a bit dim.”
“Obviously. But I’m not sure who’s stupider, him or you. You seriously thought this moron was me?”
“Well, now that you mention it he was a little warm. But he was acting a moron, so naturally I thought-”
“DON’T finish that sentence.”
“Hello?” Booth said, waving his hands to get their attention. “FBI?” He sighed as the other two continued to ignore him and muttered under his breath, “that used to mean something.”
“I came into your office looking for you, someone was here who looked just like you… ‘course I thought it was you,” Spike offered in his own defence. “He’s a right goer too, love. You should give him a try,” he added with a wink.
Angel couldn’t believe what Spike was suggesting, but he thought he couldn’t quite deny the appeal of taking this human in front of Spike. He turned his attention to the man, eyeing him up before moving toward him and taking his mouth in a powerful kiss.
Seeley sputtered, and struggled and pushed ineffectually at this other man who was his exact size and shape, but was so much stronger than we was. He shouldn’t have been surprised by that. That scrawny little blond had been stronger than he was. He must have been having an off day.
Angel pulled back eventually, to give the human a chance to breathe. Seeley promptly spat on the floor, and pulled out his handcuffs. “I thought we could do this the easy way Knox, but it doesn’t look that’s gonna happen, does it?” He grabbed Angel by the wrist in an attempt to get his arms behind his back. He failed.
Spike laughed. “He’s not Knox, you daft git. Knox isn’t even in the building today.”
Seeley abruptly gave up his struggle with Angel and asked, “Well then, what the hell am I doing here?”
Neither Spike nor Angel could realistically answer that question, since neither knew who this man was or what he wanted.
“Hang on,” Spike said, trying to understand what was going on. “You came here to shag Knox? And you thought I was that twirpy little girl? I’m deeply insulted,” he finished, and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.
“Now you know how I feel,” Angel muttered, grabbing the cigarette from Spike and crushing it out between his fingers, tossing in the garbage bin.
Yeah, Seeley had been right a few minutes ago. Everyone from LA was completely insane. “No, you moron. For like the fifth time, I’m with the FBI. I came here to question Knox. Your new boss sent us his profile, concerned that he was some sort of sociopath, or something.”
Angel frowned. “I did?”
Spike perked up then, finally getting it. Or, at least part of it. This was just some random guy who happened to look exactly like Angel and happened to be doing a little business in the building. Okay, when you put it like that it didn’t sound likely, but that was the only explanation he currently had.
“Oooo. Yeah, I remember that. ‘Member back we had everyone sing for Lorne?” He waited for Angel’s nod and continued. “Right. Well, you had Harmony send a copy of anyone who failed the psyc test to the FBI. Knox must have been on the list.”
“Riiiiight,” Angel agreed, nodding his head slowly. “And you’re here to… what? Arrest him?” he asked Seeley.
“Not yet. Just have a little chat I guess. See if he tries to kill me.”
“Bloody brilliant idea pet. Can I come?” Spike was met with two eerily similar looks of annoyance, and they reminded him of his previously forgotten idea. “Maybe next time then,” he conceded. “But for now, what’s say we all have a shag, yeah?”
Angel shrugged and grabbed Spike by the shoulders, kissing him hard. Spike returned the kiss, almost forgetting the fact that they had company. Angel remembered though, and pushed Spike back gently when the blond tried to push him down on the same desk that he’d just had the human on.
“Manners Spike. Don’t forget we have a guest,” he chided and they both looked at said guest with hungry expressions.
Seeley backed up a step and looked at the office door, wondering how fast he could make it there.
“Now now, pet,” Spike said gently. “No running off yet. We haven’t had all our fun. And you can’t tell me you weren’t loving it before the big oaf came in.”
Seeley had to admit that the guy made a good point. He had been enjoying it a lot. Angel saw the look of capitulation almost before it had even been displayed, and he seized the split second he had to grab the man’s hand and pull him into an embrace, going back to the kiss they had started earlier.
This time Seeley accepted it, if a bit awkwardly, and Angel groaned in response, and slowly walked him back toward the couch.
Spike came up behind the man and placed his hands on his hips, walking with them, placing soft kisses and bites on his neck, and nudging his forehead against the back of his head.
Once they reached the couch Angel let the human go, and he spun around to take Spike’s lips in a heated kiss to replace the feeling of loss. Angel chuckled and unfastened the man’s pants, letting them pool to the ground around his ankles.
Spike and Seeley didn’t stop kissing, barely noticing anything else as Angel walked around behind Spike and did the same to him, scraping human teeth over the younger vampire’s neck before he went back to the couch to take a seat and watch for a while.
Spike toed off his boots and carefully shimmied his jeans down enough to step out of them. He felt the human do the same and he growled into the kiss and ground their renewed erections together.
Seeley was entirely certain that he had just secured himself a place in Hell. And then as the blond man effortlessly lifted him up, wrapped his legs around his waist and impaled him once again on his cock, he had a hard time caring about his eternal damnation.
Seeley cried out in ecstasy, arching his neck back, trusting this bizarrely strong man to make sure he didn’t fall, and tried his best to bounce up and down with the range of motion he was allowed.
Angel purred to himself at the picture they made. It was like he was watching Spike with himself. This must be what they looked like together. And it was beautiful. He was suddenly immensely thankful this weird little stranger had come into their lives for a while. Now, he had a breathtaking visual he never would have had the opportunity to experience to accompany all of his Spike fantasies.
Of course, it would also be fun to join them, he thought as he got up.
He stood behind the human, running a soft caress over his clothed back and bare ass before gripping his hips solidly and lifting him off of Spike.
Seeley groaned in disapproval and Spike said, “Oi! Was enjoying that, git,” and Angel smiled and told him, “You’ve had your turn already Spike. My turn now,” before placing Seeley in a sitting position on the couch, and scooted him forward so that his ass was almost hanging off the edge.
Angel kneeled in front of him, grabbed the soft, warm thighs between his hard fingers and lined himself up with the inviting hole. He squeezed the legs, spread them a bit further apart, and sunk himself into a hot, tight, Heaven.
Seeley had been pissed off about getting his fuck cut off, but was just as pleased to have himself filled up by the new guy, even if it was a little disturbing getting fucked by someone with your own face.
As this happened, it was Spike’s turn to watch and enjoy. And Christ, did he ever. If he thought one Angel was hot, two Angels, fucking, and moaning and panting… Well, there were just no words.
He couldn’t hold out long before he found himself on the floor behind Angel , inserting probing fingers into his lover’s crack. He had wanted to get fucked today, but with this position Angel had put them in, he was pretty certain Angel did too. And as always, he would do whatever Angel wanted him to. He really was a big softy, doing anything to make the pouf happy.
He lined himself up and thrust forward into the familiar channel and let out a mighty roar. Now that was more like it. Sure, the human had been great; warm and tight and exciting, but there was nothing like Angel.
Spike quickly lost himself in the feeling and sight and the sounds, and before he knew it he was ready to spill. He decided to treat himself, and vamped out, sinking his fangs into Angel’s neck as he came, shooting his dead seed into his lover, and taking his dead blood in return.
Seeley opened his eyes wide, at what he saw, not quite understanding it. “What the hell?!” he squeaked out, but his body must have decided that it wasn’t as afraid of what he had seen as his mind was, because all it did was push even harder onto the hard shaft between his legs.
Angel felt Spike’s bite and lost it. He rolled his head back closer to Spike’s and gripped hold of the warm prick in front of him, pumping it, hard, and when the human hips pushed down harder on him he pumped out his own release with a quiet grunt.
When the hand wrapped around him, Seeley couldn’t have held out if he’d wanted to. He let out a chocked scream and watched, disgusted and aroused as the blond man made sucking noises, and the brunet seemed to push into the bite, and blood trickled down a pale neck, and Seeley shot warm, white, fluid over a cold hand.
When they had all come down, they separated and dressed, and Seeley looked at them both and asked. “What the hell are you?”
Spike looked at him, confused, not understanding how this guy could possibly not know. “We’re vampires mate,” he told him. “Don’t you know where you are?”
***
Knox sat in his first class seat on a direct flight from LA to DC, smiling. He didn’t bring anything with him, expect what he had on him at the time of this afternoon’s meeting. His laptop, the clothes on his back, and his wallet were all he had to start a new life. He’d even forgotten his cell phone, but he supposed he wouldn’t be needing that anymore.
Things were going to be different for him from now on, and he was looking forward to it.
***
Later that night, when the FBI agent had left and Spike and Angel were lying in bed together, coming down from that good shag that Spike had been wanting to be on the receiving end of, Angel asked him, “Spike, did you really think that was me?”
Spike smiled, and gently kneed Angel in the thigh under the blankets. “Yes, you great big pillock, I thought it was you. I know I was an idiot, and should have seen the signs, but it had been a while since we were together, and I wanted you so bad, I guess I just missed them.”
“All of them?” Angel asked.
“Well, like I said, he felt a little warm, but I didn’t think anything of it. He looked just like you, and I was missing you so much.”
“He looked just like me?”
“Yes, Angel, he looked just like you,” Spike said, like he was talking to a four year old. “You did see him, yeah?”
“I guess,” Angel conceded, but pointed out something very important. “But there is one thing that you should have picked up on, and it should have told you right away that it wasn’t me.”
“What’s that then, love?” Spike wondered, thinking the man had been a dead ringer.
“He had stupid hair.”
END
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