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adventdrabblesTitle: Spike's Best Present Ever
Fandom: Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Angel
Rating: R/M
Summary: There's more than presents beneath Spike's Christmas tree this year, and it means far more than any other present could.
Word Count: 530
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 11: Gold Nutcracker and Nekid Spike: Fest Prompt Card: Christmas Tree and Nekid Guest: Angel
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"No," Angel stated determinedly, making a face of disgust. "Absolutely not. There is no way you are putting me in that gold, glittering monkey suit."
"But it's the perfect disguise -- " Spike started, careful to keep his pale face calm and emotionless.
"Then let Gunn and Wes go under cover! Let Cordelia! She's the actress! I am not wearing that... that... that thing!"
"What? Not dark enough for you?"
Angel glowered furiously at Spike. "There. Is. No. Way. In. Hell. You're. Getting. Me. In. That. William!"
A wide grin flashed over Spike's face as his grandsire barked his name, but then he quickly became serious again, even brought his handsome face down into what he hoped was a sensual pout. "But... You said you'd do anything I wanted this Christmas."
Angel paused. For a moment, he actually appeared to be considering his lover's request. But then he shook his head and flung a hand again out at the gold and shimmering Nutcracker costume. "Anything but wear that!"
Spike didn't miss a beat. "How about wearing nothing?"
"What?"
"How about you, me, the Christmas tree, and not another damn thing?" He was already unbuckling his pants and letting them drop. "All night long," he continued. "Let the others play hero without us for a change. They can always call us if they need us, and they have Faith. How much trouble can they get in that she can't bail them out of?"
He had a point, Angel thought, and besides, he had a very strong and distinct feeling that he was not escaping this room, at least not clothed in anything other than that glittering monstrosity.
"I've already sent them on without us anyway." Spike grinned triumphantly.
"Are you sure they won't be coming back any time soon?" Angel asked, eyeing the way Spike's now bare body stood like a tantalizing treat before the festive lights of the Christmas tree. Perhaps the holiday wasn't quite so bad after all, especially not when a man could actually share it with the ones he loved, loving them and being loved in return. If he wasn't careful, Angel realized suddenly, they would be in dire danger of Angelus escaping. He needed to think of something bad, fast --
Spike was suddenly beside him, wrapping his arms around his grandsire. "Stop," he said, brushing a thumb over his temple. "You're thinking too much again." He kissed his pale, cold cheek.
"I just -- "
"You can be happy, Angel. We found the ring. I've got my soul. We can keep yours." He kissed his lips, but kept his touch gentle. Suddenly, this moment had become more than the raw, powerful sexuality that had always been present and strong between them. He touched his face. He held him gently, and held his gaze with his own. "You can be happy, baby. It's okay," he said and began to kiss him slowly, sweetly, sensually, and lead him back to the Christmas tree. He laid him gently down beneath the tree, but Spike already knew he had the best present he ever could in this man who loved him and whom, he hoped, would dare to love him back in return.
The End
Fandom: Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Angel
Rating: R/M
Summary: There's more than presents beneath Spike's Christmas tree this year, and it means far more than any other present could.
Word Count: 530
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 11: Gold Nutcracker and Nekid Spike: Fest Prompt Card: Christmas Tree and Nekid Guest: Angel
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"No," Angel stated determinedly, making a face of disgust. "Absolutely not. There is no way you are putting me in that gold, glittering monkey suit."
"But it's the perfect disguise -- " Spike started, careful to keep his pale face calm and emotionless.
"Then let Gunn and Wes go under cover! Let Cordelia! She's the actress! I am not wearing that... that... that thing!"
"What? Not dark enough for you?"
Angel glowered furiously at Spike. "There. Is. No. Way. In. Hell. You're. Getting. Me. In. That. William!"
A wide grin flashed over Spike's face as his grandsire barked his name, but then he quickly became serious again, even brought his handsome face down into what he hoped was a sensual pout. "But... You said you'd do anything I wanted this Christmas."
Angel paused. For a moment, he actually appeared to be considering his lover's request. But then he shook his head and flung a hand again out at the gold and shimmering Nutcracker costume. "Anything but wear that!"
Spike didn't miss a beat. "How about wearing nothing?"
"What?"
"How about you, me, the Christmas tree, and not another damn thing?" He was already unbuckling his pants and letting them drop. "All night long," he continued. "Let the others play hero without us for a change. They can always call us if they need us, and they have Faith. How much trouble can they get in that she can't bail them out of?"
He had a point, Angel thought, and besides, he had a very strong and distinct feeling that he was not escaping this room, at least not clothed in anything other than that glittering monstrosity.
"I've already sent them on without us anyway." Spike grinned triumphantly.
"Are you sure they won't be coming back any time soon?" Angel asked, eyeing the way Spike's now bare body stood like a tantalizing treat before the festive lights of the Christmas tree. Perhaps the holiday wasn't quite so bad after all, especially not when a man could actually share it with the ones he loved, loving them and being loved in return. If he wasn't careful, Angel realized suddenly, they would be in dire danger of Angelus escaping. He needed to think of something bad, fast --
Spike was suddenly beside him, wrapping his arms around his grandsire. "Stop," he said, brushing a thumb over his temple. "You're thinking too much again." He kissed his pale, cold cheek.
"I just -- "
"You can be happy, Angel. We found the ring. I've got my soul. We can keep yours." He kissed his lips, but kept his touch gentle. Suddenly, this moment had become more than the raw, powerful sexuality that had always been present and strong between them. He touched his face. He held him gently, and held his gaze with his own. "You can be happy, baby. It's okay," he said and began to kiss him slowly, sweetly, sensually, and lead him back to the Christmas tree. He laid him gently down beneath the tree, but Spike already knew he had the best present he ever could in this man who loved him and whom, he hoped, would dare to love him back in return.
The End
