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slashthedrabble. Angel/Spike and Wesley, Season 5, PG-13, 300 words. The challenge was "nature".
“Spike, don’t make me tell you again. Get out.” Angel hissed between clinched teeth.
“You are not the boss of me, you bloody poofter. You never have been and you never will be. Not when you were Angelus, and certainly not now. I can do whatever or whoever I want. Got it?” Spike shouted.
Wesley observed the same conversation every day. The words and topics changed, but they were all essentially the same. Angel hates Spike, Spike hates Angel. It really had gone on long enough. They had to finally face the truth about themselves.
“Do you see this bill? Indian takeout--$800. Who the fuck spends $800 on Indian takeout in one week?”
Spike gestured to Wesley. “Maybe Percy here had a fierce craving for curry.”
Angel was livid. “Don’t try to blame others for your excesses—“
“Oh, for God’s sake would the two of you just get it over with?” Wesley’s outburst shocked both vampires into silence.
“Get what over with?” Angel asked.
“You’re in denial! Don’t you understand? You’re going against nature if you don’t do something about it.”
“About what?” Spike was exasperated.
Wesley sighed. He grabbed Spike’s arm and pulled him over to Angel. “Hey, mate, what—“
“Kiss him.”
“Do what?!?” Angel exclaimed.
“Kiss! Snog! Shag! Fuck each other already! I’m bloody sick of this!” Wesley shouted in frustration. He turned and stormed out of the office.
Angel and Spike stood facing each other. They glanced awkwardly around the room and at their feet.
“Well, what was that all about?” Spike asked.
“Dunno. He’s been kinda stressed lately.” Angel replied.
Spike nodded.
They were both quiet.
“So.” Angel looked up at Spike. “Behind the desk or in the bedroom?”
Spike thought about it. “Desk.”
They embraced and tumbled over the desk, kissing passionately.
slashthedrabble. Angel/Spike and Wesley, Season 5, PG-13, 300 words. The challenge was "nature".“Spike, don’t make me tell you again. Get out.” Angel hissed between clinched teeth.
“You are not the boss of me, you bloody poofter. You never have been and you never will be. Not when you were Angelus, and certainly not now. I can do whatever or whoever I want. Got it?” Spike shouted.
Wesley observed the same conversation every day. The words and topics changed, but they were all essentially the same. Angel hates Spike, Spike hates Angel. It really had gone on long enough. They had to finally face the truth about themselves.
“Do you see this bill? Indian takeout--$800. Who the fuck spends $800 on Indian takeout in one week?”
Spike gestured to Wesley. “Maybe Percy here had a fierce craving for curry.”
Angel was livid. “Don’t try to blame others for your excesses—“
“Oh, for God’s sake would the two of you just get it over with?” Wesley’s outburst shocked both vampires into silence.
“Get what over with?” Angel asked.
“You’re in denial! Don’t you understand? You’re going against nature if you don’t do something about it.”
“About what?” Spike was exasperated.
Wesley sighed. He grabbed Spike’s arm and pulled him over to Angel. “Hey, mate, what—“
“Kiss him.”
“Do what?!?” Angel exclaimed.
“Kiss! Snog! Shag! Fuck each other already! I’m bloody sick of this!” Wesley shouted in frustration. He turned and stormed out of the office.
Angel and Spike stood facing each other. They glanced awkwardly around the room and at their feet.
“Well, what was that all about?” Spike asked.
“Dunno. He’s been kinda stressed lately.” Angel replied.
Spike nodded.
They were both quiet.
“So.” Angel looked up at Spike. “Behind the desk or in the bedroom?”
Spike thought about it. “Desk.”
They embraced and tumbled over the desk, kissing passionately.
