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Brooding is a Warm Blanket	By : AresAngel Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 1453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Brooding is a Warm Blanket
Fandom: Angel, the Series/Buffy, the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Primary ship: Angel/Brooding. Secondary ship: Xander/Spike
Type: Slash, involuntary voyeurism, brooding
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Up until the last season of AtS.
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel, the series or any of the people/places from this series.
I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Feedback: Yes please!
Archive: Just ask me, I would be honored of course! I just would love to know where my babies are taken.
Beta: Julie
Author's note: This plotbunny bit me while 'talking' with forsaken2003 on LJ.

Thanks forsaken2003 for the fun and the plotbunny!

Angel sat back in the big chair and stared into nothing. It had been hard to find the time to be alone and brood, especially now that Xander had decided to visit Spike. The blond vampire alone was enough to drive Angel insane but now that the dark-haired Scooby had joined them it was getting harder and harder to find a place to be by himself. And he needed to be by himself - to brood, to figure out for the zillionth time what he could have done to save his friends from dying. Making a list in his mind over and over again about what he could have done different, how this was all his fault.

The dark-haired vampire closed his eyes and the images of his dying friends returned to him; after them the images of friends who had passed earlier; and then, of course, the many innocent people he had killed as Angelus. The familiar darkness of his beloved Brooding descended on him as a warm and comforting blanket. Just as he pulled that blanket closer around him, Angel heard Spike. 'Why can't I get some peace and quiet around here?'

“You know you want this.” The blond vampire almost purred, pulling Xander with him through the hallway, making Angel wish he had closed the door earlier.

“But why can't we just use a bedroom?” The brunet mock-whined; he was no longer the clumsy teen, the Scooby without superpowers, he was all grown up now. Angel had noticed that of course, but in his mind the boy was still a boy, another thing to brood about. Teens should not have to fight the evil undead and other assorted demons, they should enjoy the innocence of youth. The boy had lost an eye and if Angel spent enough time with his Brooding he would find a way to make that his fault too.

“Later, pet.” Spike pulled the taller Xander against him and grinned predatorily. “There are so many places left to have sex.”

Xander laughed warmly, shaking his head, “This is not a very big place, Blondie.”

“Who said I am just talking about this place, luv.” The vampire kissed Xander hard to forestall any of the mortal's answers. He wanted sex, not Xander-babble.

Angel had a hard time not growling. The nerve of those two, trying to get in between him and his Brooding. The downside to growling would be that they would know that he was there, knowing his annoying childe (grand-childe to be correct, but who really cared?) Spike would make a big production of his fun with Xander just to spite Angel. Best to just keep quiet and hope they would find a more comfortable place for their escapades.

Spike released Xander's well-kissed lips and started to nibble his way down his lover's neck while his hands slipped under his boy's shirt. Not showing any inclination to go somewhere else, somewhere more comfortable.

“Spike...” Xander closed his eye, focusing more on the feelings going through his body. If someone had told him that he would want the bleach-blond vampire like this before the end of Sunnydale, he would have denied it in all languages, both human and demon. Denial was a big thing in Xanderland back then. Now he could not get enough of the formerly evil undead.

“Yes, Xan...” Spike smirked as he stopped and looked at the handsome, sun-kissed face of his pet.

Xander opened his eye to glare at the blond. Glaring with one eye while wearing an eye patch was more effective then glaring when he still had two eyes. “Don't stop, fanged wonder.” He growled when he saw the blond's smirk grow.

“You said my name. My mum raised me all prim and proper like.” He might have a soul but that did not mean he was like the big brooding poof. Spike could still do evil, he was still the Big Bad. “What did you want to say, luv.”

“I hate you.” Xander said before he captured his annoying lover's lips with his own. He put his hand on Spike's arse and pulled him close, pressing his hard-on against the blond's, showing just how much he hated the man in his arms.

Angel closed his eyes to ban the image from his brain, fighting his own hardening erection. There was no way he could spend quality time with his Brooding if he was aroused like this. He took a few unneeded breaths and focused on the way he had hurt Buffy when he became Angelus again. It worked, Brooding returned to him and he sighed.

“I hate you too, Xander,” Spike said lovingly in a husky lust-filled voice, drawing Angel's attention back to the two men in the hall. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blond slide down to his knees and open Xander's jeans to free the young man's cock.

'Why me?' The dark vampire whined mentally. 'He is doing this on purpose.' Again he tried to block the two out of his world, focusing on Cordelia this time. She had been his friend, even more than that, and she had died because of him. She had been his Seer, an important part of his human family, and still he had not been able to keep her safe from disaster and death. Brooding curled around him and Angel melted into the familiar touch.

“Oh... Spike....” Now Xander pulled Angel away from his Brooding. “More... Please...” Opening his eyes he was greeted by the sight he had expected, Spike sucking Xander's cock. Even though he wanted and needed his Brooding a lot, he could not help being affected by the hot picture the two made. Again he concentrated on willing his hardening cock into softening, picturing how he had tormented, turned and driven Drusilla to insanity. It worked.

'I'll stake Spike. Angel vowed. He could believe that Xander was oblivious to his presence but Spike knew, there was just no way in any hell-dimension that the blond vamp didn't know he was there. Maybe in the beginning he had not known but Angel was sure that Spike knew damn well he was there now. Sometimes he wished he hadn't stopped Dru from walking into the sun, but he had. And the insane vampiress had taken it upon herself to turn William Pratt, because the stars told her to. William had seemed so harmless at first. How looks can deceive. Maybe Spike was his punishment for driving Dru insane in the first place.

Angel took a few unneeded but hopefully steadying breaths. He was here to brood and this was not going to stop him. He closed his eyes, something he usually didn't need to do to brood, but he just had to get that image of Spike sucking Xander out of his head. It wasn't working well; he just could not block out the moans, growls and other sound-effects.

The moment Xander screamed out his orgasm, Angel's eyes flew open again; this time he actually growled a little. Not hard enough for a human to hear but more than loud enough for another vampire to hear. He saw Spike lazily lick Xander's cock clean before tucking it safely back. The whole time the annoying blond was looking Angel in the eyes. “That was nice, wasn't it luv?”

“Bedroom... now...” was all Xander could manage. Angel couldn't be completely sure but the blond's words seemed to be also directed at him. He glared at the only family he had left, conveying the murderous thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment. Of course the blond just grinned.

“Anything, pet.” Spike scooped the dark-haired mortal up with ease and quickly moved away from his fuming grand-sire.

“Finally...” Angel muttered, welcoming the quiet. All he needed to do now was, for the third time, get his erection to go down. He cursed his superior sense of smell. Not only the memories, but also the scents of Spike and Xander's games tried to invade his senses. One by one he brought back the memories of all the innocent lives he had destroyed as Angelus and he felt himself calm down and drift off into the familiar darkness of his Brooding. He stared at a spot in front of him, a spot he really did not see; all he felt was guilt. He needed to remember, he needed his Brooding, he should never ever forget what had happened and could easily happen again if Angelus ever took control again.

Brooding was his best friend, a warm blanket that kept him and the world safe. Spike would never understand, the blond had always been love's bitch, but even as Liam, Angel had never been a nice person. Brooding embraced the dark-haired vampire and the vampire embraced his Brooding.
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