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Dressed Like a Human	By : Kimmy Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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IIII

�Well� I�m
Spike.�

If Spike
had laughed right then, or done anything that hinted at mockery, it would be
over. But Spike was so hesitant, so� respectful, he hardly tipped the scales at
all. He was looking at Angel with a vigilant sort of attention, his eyes wide
and wondering.

�Spike.�
Angel nodded, once.

�Guess I
was washed away, huh?� Close to a whisper.

�Guess so.�

It was a
balancing act, like holding a plate of water without spilling a drop.

Spike
looked away, as if he�d suddenly become aware that he was staring. Angel sat in
silence, his back straight, not wanting to disturb the precarious stillness. He
waited until he felt a lightness, an impulse that urged him to his feet.

Spike rose
with him, and briefly reached out to support Angel, one hand on his back and
one on his chest. Angel almost snorted.

I�m human. Not an invalid.

But look at
him, this stranger.

Spike.

This
stranger who cared about him.

Angel
dipped his chin and smiled, small and gentle, a smile that made Spike blink and
flounder.

�Right�
right.� Spike reached for Angel�s shoulder, but hesitated, his hand in the air
between them. �Are you alright?�

�Yes.�

�Ok. Good.
I�ll�� Spike took a step backwards.

Angel
followed.

�You��
Angel said, and raised his hand to touch features that were familiar and
unfamiliar at the same time. His thumb stroked, jawbone to chin. The face of
this stranger. �You� are a very kind man.�

�Yeah?� Spike
stared up at him, gaze mesmerized and far-away. �And you� have a very straight
nose.�

A ripple in
the water, and Angel almost laughed.

�No, wait.�
Spike frowned. He pushed Angel�s hand away, slowly and without much force. �I�m
not a kind man.�

�You were
kind to me.�

�Only
because�� Spike fell silent, glancing down.

Angel felt
light.

He pulled
Spike closer, one arm around his waist, and spun him around in half a dance
step. Spike followed, compliant. Not complaining.

�Do you
want to be kind?� Angel�s cheek rested on Spike�s hair.

�Yeah.� A
murmur.

�I like it
when you are.�

�Yeah?�

Angel�s
hands on Spike�s back, lightly cradling. They were rocking from side to side.
Strange. Spike�s forehead was on Angel�s shoulder, and Angel stroked Spike�s
neck, again and again.

An impasse.

He closed
his hand around Spike�s neck, gently, easing him up, to look at him. Spike�s
eyes were downcast. So silent. He glanced up, and Angel pulled him forward,
lightly touching their lips together. Very silent. Spike�s hand, flat on
Angel�s chest, just resting there. And Angel was hard, a desire that only
seemed natural. Spike�s eyes didn�t leave Angel�s as his hand slid lower, down
to Angel�s fly and the front of his trousers.

And this
was Spike. Where was that balance?

�I remember
you,� Angel said.

�I know.�

Spike�s
fingers curled around the shape of his erection.

There was a
knock on the door.

For a
moment it didn�t register. Angel froze, confused. What was that sound? Spike
was holding his dick through his trousers.

�Excuse
me.� The door started to open.

Angel
quickly sat down on the bed, hunched over, elbows on his knees.

The major
stood in the doorway. He looked taken aback to see Spike in his room. His eyes
trailed back and forth between them, before he focused on Angel.

�I�m sorry.
If it�s a bad time I�ll come back later.�

�Well��
Spike started, his tongue curled around his teeth.

�It�s not a
bad time,� Angel interrupted. �Not if you�re quick about it.�

�Of
course.� The major shot Spike an uncertain glance, almost like he was asking
for his support, before turning back to Angel. �I was merely thinking it would
be wise to give you a few numbers by which you could contact us, if the need
should arise.� He cleared his throat. �In addition, since we�re leaving
tomorrow, I was wondering whether you might consider saying a few words to my
men before we depart.�

�I�ll think
about it,� Angel said.

�Very well.
See you tomorrow then. Goodnight.� The major nodded, somewhat awkwardly, and
closed the door.

�That got
rid of him,� Spike said.

�Hn.�

Angel
lowered his head and closed his eyes, still leaning down on his elbows. What
had just happened? He had sat down on the floor and cried. He�d done that. He
had kissed Spike on the lips, just now. That wasn�t a dream. He had cried, but
why shouldn�t he cry? He had the right.

Did he have
the right?

Maybe not.

Angel
sighed. He needed� He needed time to think.

�They put a
chip in my brain, you know,� Spike said, conversationally. He crossed his arms
and leaned back against the wall, like he was planning to hang around and chat
for awhile.

�Spike.
Please go away.�

�No.�

Spike had a
way of saying no that was more than just a no. It was a �no, and I�m just
saying it to annoy you, but you�re an idiot if you think you could ever change
my mind�.

Before
Angel knew it he had Spike across the throat, pushing him up against the wall.

He had
Spike, right up against him, their bodies pressed together. Angel grit his
teeth. He wanted� He wanted to reach within Spike�s clothes and he wanted to
punch him in the face. So he punched him. Once to jerk his head to the side, to
split his lip and draw blood. Spike turned back to look at him, a thin trail of
blood on his chin.

Now he�ll leave.

But Spike
didn�t leave and he didn�t fight back. He let Angel hold him up against the
wall and he squared his shoulders and put his arms down along his sides. Stood
there. Defying Angel by making himself available.

And Angel
could not hit him again.

A
conversation, as blunt as it was brief, had Spike on his back on the bed, their
clothes strewn across the floor, Angel tasting the blood from Spike�s lips in
his own mouth. Spike was here, and Angel had to go slow, had to make himself
realize that this was what he chose to do. He knelt between Spike�s legs and he
had two fingers inside of him, gliding easily on the oil he had found in the
bathroom. A tight channel for his fingers.

�Fuck.� Spike
hit him on the shoulder and dragged his limbs across the sheet, a slow sinuous
squirm. Angel felt Spike�s muscles tighten around his fingers. �Get on with
it.�

Angel�s
thumb stroked the soft skin where Spike�s thigh met his groin. His intimate
parts were right there.

I�m going to fuck him.

He pushed
Spike�s knees up and apart. Moved over him, placed himself at Spike�s entrance.

�Hang on,�
Spike said, �This isn�t going to make you too happy, is it?�

�Not a
chance.� Angel pushed inside.

Face to
face, inside of Spike, flesh parting and stretching and Spike frowned, wincing
� Angel felt him wince.

�That is
not to say�� Angel met Spike�s eyes and shook him, a small shake to make him
listen. Important to make it clear. �Not because of you. This is good. You
don�t make me not happy. You get that, right?�

�Hah,�
Spike breathed. A slow smile. Spike grabbed Angel�s forearms, caressing
slightly. �You�re sweet. Did anyone ever tell you�?� Deep breath. �The soul
made you sweet.�

�I don�t
think so,� Angel said. He had to smile too. Spike was relaxing underneath him,
their bodies fitting together like pieces in a puzzle.

Angel
lifted his hips and lowered them, a slow slide, watching Spike�s face all the
while. Spike�s eyes were wide, that wondering look, his lips parted. Angel
lifted and sank down and Spike rose to meet him. Small rocking motions, they
together, deep and deliberate, without taking their eyes off each other.

Spike�s
face was so soft. Looking at him with such a soft face. Who would have thought?

He didn�t
want it to end, and it was crazy.

Crazy.

This place is filled with ghosts.

Slowly,
gradually, his thrusts became harder. He moved to his knees, moved Spike with
him, so he could drive in with greater force. It was� here and now. A note that
kept playing on and on until he couldn�t bear it anymore.

God.

Muscles
tightened and trembled. Everything tightened. Angel panted. He moved seamlessly
into orgasm, and he kept thrusting, filling Spike, holding on to him.

�Angel��
Spike reached for him, five blunt nails across Angel�s back.

Angel
lowered his face to Spike�s shoulder � couldn�t quite look at him as he felt
Spike come. Held on to him. Slim planes and hard curves, like a living, moving
statue in his arms. Still Spike.

Angel
pulled away and lay down next to him, but had to reach for Spike�s chest,
around his chest, and pull him closer. Angel pressed his mouth and nose against
Spike. Not a kiss, just pressing their faces together.

Shit.

Naked on
the bed. Spike rested his head on Angel�s shoulder, put one arm around his
waist. A strong grip around his waist.

Okay� okay.

It was dark
outside. Night. Not silent, but almost. Business as usual. Except� he�d raised
the stakes when he�d killed the members of the Black Thorn, hadn�t he? He
couldn�t just wait, watching the night. He needed alliances. Illyria. She was a
wildcard, but a valuable one. He had to remember to thank her. And at one point
or another he needed to get in contact with Giles and the slayers. With Buffy.
But not just yet.

�Hey.�
Spike�s fingers squeezed his side. He sounded� grumpy. Huh. �You really going
to make nicey-nice with the soldier boys in the morning?�

Angel
nodded. �Diplomacy, Spike. You know what it is.�

Spike was
silent for a moment. �You started plotting already, haven�t you?� he said.
�This mean you�re not taking off to Australia after all?�

Angel lay
still, thinking about it, Spike�s arm around his waist like a vice. This was Spike.
Who cared about Angel.

I�m on your team.

�No. Not
going to Australia.�

�Good. I
mean� I bet kangaroos taste like crap.�

Angel
smiled. He reached over the side of the bed for the fallen blanket. Pulled it
up to cover the both of them.
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