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Frosty Bites	By : SpikesEvilbint Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 2058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My entry for Christmas Nekid Numbers on .
I was blessed with Angel, an ice rink and a snowman - Spike of course is a given :)

Title: Frosty Bites
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Angel persuades Spike to take to the ice...
Beta: The wonderful dawnofme"
Frosty Bites

Spike rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. If I have to watch the big ponce do one more bloody twirl I�ll �

Spike�s thoughts were interrupted as Angel came abruptly to a halt in front of Spike, twisting his hips and showering him with ice as his blades dug in.

�Come on, let go of the side,� Angel coaxed, with a grin that did nothing to improve Spike�s mood.

�Piss off,� snarled Spike, his eyes flashing yellow.

Angel held his hands out towards Spike. �Come on. I won�t let you fall over.�

Spike glared and ignored the offer of help. He shuffled his feet forwards one at a time, his right hand firmly on the top of the barrier that surrounded the ice rink. After several extremely wobbly steps, during which time Angel wisely kept quiet, Spike began to relax. This helped him to slide each foot more smoothly and after another few yards he turned to glance at Angel.

�See, nothing to it,� said Spike, with a grin.

Unfortunately the glance upset his precarious balance, his feet slid out from under him and with a flap of his leather duster, Spike fell backwards onto the ice. His head rapped the surface with a crack that made Angel wince and Spike yell out.

�Bloody, sodding, bleeding hell!� Spike roared as he tried to stand up.

Angel skated agilely up to him and once more held out his hands. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing, knowing that if he did Spike would surely walk out on him � if he could get off the ice that is.

Spike pouted and wouldn�t meet Angel�s eyes as he reluctantly accepted his offer of help. He let his eyes roam the building and spotted various decorations including a large snowman in one corner. Spike knew for a fact, that he�d never get off his arse if he didn�t get hold of the pouf�s outstretched arms..

Angel placed his feet in front of Spike�s and pulled him up with both hands. By keeping Spike�s feet still with his own, Angel continued to pull Spike until the blond vampire was crushed against his chest. Spike wriggled for a moment until his legs threatened to slide out from beneath him again. He froze. Which Spike thought was pretty ironic since he was standing on ice.

Angel nuzzled Spike�s ear. �Just relax,� he murmured.

Spike, for once, did as he was told and let Angel wrap his arms around him. He buried his head against his grandsire�s chest, and trembled as Angel nibbled and kissed his neck.

This is better, thought Spike happily, what sort of a bloke wants to go ice-skating anyway?

Angel�s hands moved to Spike�s shoulders and began to push his coat off his shoulders. �I�ll be easier for you to balance if you take this off.�

Spike scowled. Bloody Angel, that�s who, he thought in reply to his own question. �If I take it off and bleeding fall over, my arse will get wet and it�ll be freezing.�

�If you let me help you, you won�t fall over,� said Angel calmly. He was used to Spike�s moods and knew him so well.

�Don�t want your bleeding help,� said Spike and Angel simultaneously.

They stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

�All right,� gasped Spike. �I�ll let you help me. But if I fall down, I�ll bite you, you git.�

Spike wobbled as Angel helped him take his coat off and tossed it into the empty seating area. Spike clung on for dear life as Angel skated backwards, pulling him along.

They made a complete circuit of the rink with Angel holding Spike�s hands and offering advice to enable Spike to begin to balance on his own.

�Let go with one hand,� said Angel after a while.

Spike was staring at his feet and dare not risk shaking his head. �No, it�s fine as it is. If something�s working, why change it? If it�s not broke, it doesn�t need fixing.� He growled quietly, hating that he babbled when he got nervous. Spike knew that Angel would know that he was shitting himself and he hated that too!

Angel was glad that Spike was still looking down and so didn�t spot him smiling. �Nervous Spike� was always fun to watch. Angel managed to tear his hand free from Spike�s grip and couldn�t suppress his chuckle as Spike squeaked in a very un-manly manner when it made him teeter.

�Laugh and I�ll rip your lungs out,� snarled Spike, still not able to meet Angel�s eye. Sodding feet aren�t listening to me!

Angel deftly moved from skating backwards to going forwards at Spike�s side.

�Hey! What�re you doing?� asked Spike, again a few octaves higher than he would have liked. Bleeding ice- skating!

�You�re doing great,� said Angel, trying his best not to sound patronising as Spike wibbled and wobbled next to him.

Yeah, right. Spike dared himself to take his eyes from his feet � poncey looking things, these sodding skate boot things � and glanced around the ice rink.

Angel was relieved to see Spike begin to look about. It was much easier to balance if you weren�t focussed on the floor, and without Spike realising it, he picked up their speed a little.

Despite himself, Spike was beginning to enjoy it. He hadn�t wanted to come ice-skating in the first place, but after enduring two days of being ignored in every way � including in the bedroom � Spike had caved. Angel wasn�t stupid and as soon as Spike had agreed, he�d made sure that they went that night. He knew that Spike would go back on his promise if they had sex before the skating.

Another ten minutes later, and Spike was skating on his own. He was still a little wobbly but able to propel himself along at a good speed. Now that Spike didn�t need him to hold him up, Angel began to show off. He increased his speed and included twists and turns and even a few jumps. Angel was very proud of his triple toe loop in particular.

Spike watched him with a sneer. Does he have to act quite so much like a pouf? His libido, which had gotten him into this bloody situation in the first place, was beginning to go into retreat. He liked Angel when he looked all masculine and tough � not when he was prancing around like the big fairy that he obviously was!

Spike pulled his eyes away from Angel and tried to concentrate on anything but his lover. Won�t want a bleeding shag if he keeps leaping about. The ice-rink had been decorated for Christmas with brightly coloured tinsel and baubles adorning the wall surrounding the ice. As Spike skated, he noticed four Christmas trees whose lights twinkled in differing colours.   The large snowman that he�d seen in a dark corner winked at him as he passed.

What the f �

Spike tried to turn around for another look but his expertise didn�t stretch that far and it was a miracle that he stayed on his feet. Angel was at his side in an instant, which pissed Spike off because he knew that he would have fallen but for a well timed push from him.

�Don�t try to turn, it can be a bit tricky,� said Angel with all the sincerity of one who finds it easy.

�Yeah, right,� grouched Spike. �Just wanted another look at that snowman � it bloody winked at me.�

Angel goggled at Spike. �It winked at you?� Then he grinned. �Must be a mechanical one. Where is it? I want to see it.�

Together they skated back around the rink and Spike inclined his head in the direction of the snowman when it came into view. It stared blankly forwards as they passed.

�Hmm,� said Angel, �it must have been an illusion. They have put it in a very dark corner.�

�Bloody wasn�t imagining it,� snapped Spike.

Angel twirled round and skated backwards for another look. �Sorry, Spike. It�s just another Christmas decoration and a crap one at that. I mean, aren�t snowmen supposed to have twigs for arms?�

Spike rolled his eyes. �Proper snowmen like Frosty have arms made out of snow not bleeding sticks.�

Angel scowled, �Whatever, anyways, it�s still crap and is just a decoration.�

Spike wasn�t convinced but didn�t say anything more about it. �So why were you so set on coming ice-skating, pouf?�

�Um�well it�s been a while,� replied Angel looking a bit sheepish.

Spike looked at him sharply. �Come on, there�s more to it than that.�

Angel put a little distance between himself and Spike before answering � something that didn�t go unnoticed by Spike, who raised an eyebrow enquiringly.

�Well, when I was dating Buffy��

Spike growled. �Thought we agreed not to mention the bloody Slayer any more?�

�Well, you asked why I wanted to skate,� replied Angel reasonably.

Spike ran a hand through his hair, wobbled a bit and nodded his head. �Suppose I did. So go on then, get it over with.�

Angel carefully avoided Spike�s eyes. The fact that neither had ended up with the Slayer was a very sore subject.

�Anyways, she was mad for that show Icecapades, and so on her birthday I took her ice-skating. I�d planned it for ages and had practiced every night so that I could��

Spike leered at Angel as his words faltered. �What? Get in to her knickers? We all know how well that turned out! Did you impress her with your prancing then?�

Angel turned his head and glared at Spike. �I never got to show her because we were interrupted with one of the Order of Terraka that you sent after her, remember?�

Spike dropped his gaze to the ice, amazed at how fast he could go now. �Yeah�well, ancient history an all, right?�

He gazed at Angel with what he hoped was his cutest expression. The way Angel�s eyes went to Spike�s crotch told him that it had worked. Spike grinned.

Then suddenly a heavy blow from behind hurled him into the air.  Spike flew above the ice for what seemed like an age before landing with a bone shaking crash in the second tier of seats. When he managed to extract himself, Spike pulled on the back of a chair to help him get to his feet. He looked out over the ice to see where Angel was.

He almost fell down again when he saw Angel tussling on the ice with a huge snowman. Spike rubbed his eyes and then glanced to the corner where he�d seen the one that had winked at him. It wasn�t there. For a moment, Angel looked like he was dancing with the creature; he was being twirled around in quite an artistic way by the animated snowman. It had an expression on its face guaranteed to put kids off Frosty the Snowman for life if they saw it � it was the epitome of evil. Coals burned red for its eyes, somehow not melting the snow around them. Its mouth, pulled into a hideous grimace, was a jagged slash of misshapen teeth made from more coal.

�S-Spike!� Angel croaked desperately as the snowman exchanged its hold on Angel�s arm for one around his throat.

Spike snapped back to reality and couldn�t help but grin. Angel�s getting his arse whipped by a bleeding snowman! He was galvanised into action as the creature pulled off its nose, which had appeared to be a carrot but now Spike could see was actually made of wood.

Angel gripped its arm and struggled to keep the stake from reaching the intended target of his heart.

�Help would be nice!� roared Angel as he vamped out.

Spike managed to make his way to the barrier and lithely vaulted over it, when his feet hit the ice they immediately slid out of his control.

�Bollocks!� screamed Spike as he fell headfirst onto the ice.

He glanced up at Angel and the snowman and was pleased to see that Angel had managed to tear its nose from its grasp, so the threat of him being dusted was averted. Spike held onto the wall surrounding the ice and managed to haul himself to his feet, only to fall as soon as he tried to skate towards Angel.

�Your weight�s too far forward,� yelled Angel helpfully, as he finally managed to push the snowman away and skated backwards to put more distance between them.

�Piss off!� replied Spike, never one to take advice well.

He was on his knees when he suddenly heard a swooshing noise and glanced over his shoulder to see the snowman sliding across the ice towards him.

�Oh, shit!�

Spike stopped trying to get up and flipped over onto his back, ready to use the blades of his skates as weapons. The snowman bent down to grab him and Spike scissored his feet across its torso as hard as he could. A long gouge opened up and Spike was showered with the ice that poured from the wound as if it were blood. The snowman screamed a scream that only a snowman could make and Spike fervently hoped that he would never hear it again.

The creature reached down again and Spike lashed out with his left leg. He grunted as it connected with a thud that sent shockwaves up his leg. The snowman screamed its shrill ear-splitting scream again and staggered backwards as its right arm was severed and landed next to Spike on the ice.

Spike�s moment of satisfaction was short-lived as the snowman swiftly returned to the attack. Spike scooted backwards on the ice, his ass sliding easily across the wet surface. Chips of ice flew up from his feet as he dug the edge of the skates in to push himself away.

Where�s bleeding Angel? Spike thought in a panic as the snowman loomed large above him.

With its remaining hand, the snowman gripped Spike�s neck tight enough to make his eyes bulge. Speech was beyond him now and his struggles didn�t seem to have any effect on the creature. The pressure on his neck increased. Spike began to fear that his head was about to be ripped off.

Getting on for a hundred and thirty years and I�m gonna be dusted by a bleeding snowman!

Spike closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable trip to hell � soul or no soul he was sure he�d be unable to avoid that venue for his after un-life.

Water splashed all over Spike, he blinked as he realised that the grip on his neck had gone. When his eyes focussed he saw Angel looking down at him grinning. Spike looked around the rink, brow furrowed.

�Where is it?� he rasped, his voice affected by the way his throat had been crushed.

�All over here,� replied Angel, waving the end of the hosepipe that he was holding in an expansive gesture.

Spike glanced around and saw nothing. He looked at the hosepipe and then at Angel�s face.

�Huh?� Spike said eloquently.

�Namwons demon. Only way to kill them is hot water,� explained Angel.

He opened the valve on the nozzle and sprayed the ice next to Spike. Steam rose and a hole appeared in the ice with a hiss. Spike shifted away.

�Hey, watch it!�

Angel turned it off again and held out his hand to Spike.

�Nice work holding it off long enough for me to hook up the pipe to the hot tap.�

Spike shivered, he was soaked through. �So I�m covered in sodding melted Namwons demon. Great.�

Spike took the offered hand with bad grace and had enough sense not to let it go until he was off the ice. He sat down on a seat in the front row and took his ice skates off.

�This is the last time I�m bleeding spending Christmas on a Hellmouth. Bloody brilliant idea that was, you git. 'Ooh, let's go to Cleveland'.� He stood up and stomped barefoot to where he�d left his own boots.

�Aw, c�mon. Where�s your sense of adventure?� said Angel, beginning to laugh.

Water was steadily dripping off Spike as he thrust his feet into his boots and stomped much more effectively off to the exit. Angel ran to catch up with him and pulled Spike round to face him. He leaned down and kissed away the water dripping off Spike�s nose. He tried not to grimace. Water, a Namwons demon might be made of, but it tasted terrible.

Angel moved his lips from Spike�s nose to his mouth and kissed the sodden vampire deeply enough to make him melt into his arms.

When their lips finally parted, Spike gazed up at Angel, smiled and then punched him hard in the face. Angel landed on his ass and glared at Spike.

�What the hell was that for?�

�Told you the bleeder winked at me,� replied Spike. �You�ve got some making up to do to me now.�

Spike turned on his heel and strode out the doors. Swiftly followed by Angel. Spike grinned as he heard Angel rushing after him.

Gonna be a good Christmas after all�

The End
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