It's fine, we're accepting sexuality and all that bollocks. Also I got this idea. To just sort of fix this thing. You're going to love it. And me. I'm a bleeding stallion.
Angel didn't even bother with answering that bit of petulant posturing, he just threw on a jacket, told Wes that he was going out (and accepted a condom from the shared box) and headed on over to where Spike had said he'd be.
Spike opened the door with a frown, holding a bottle of beer and clearly this was not his first of the night, judging by the stack on the table. He was nervous! He never ventured outside of Dru before but this was the best way to move from this shit so he had to do it and then it'd all be fine.
"Did you come to fuck or bore me? Cause I only care about the one thing."
Oh great, not only did Spike want to have sex with him, he wanted to have drunken sex.
Angel sighed and pushed the door open enough that he could get past Spike and into the room, giving the stack of beer a pointed and somewhat judgmental look.
"I came to talk."
Because maybe he was a tiny bit worried about the guy. Not that he felt some sort of responsibility or anything. He was just trying to be... a good guy, or something.
"Oh, come on, you came all this way to bleeding talk? What about?"
Spike dropped on the bed and sipped his beer, looking away from Angel with a sort of sulky annoyance. Look, he was trying to get over this mess, okay? So he could go back to Drusilla and stop feeling weird about Angel and all that ease he yearned for. He didn't want to have a serious discussion.
Which was obvious by the lube on the bed and the fact he was unbuttoning his shirt.
Angel made his way over to Spike and took the beer out of his hand, because whatever came next he really didn't want him to be getting even more inebriated than he probably already was.
Once the bottle was put aside, he went over to sit next to spike on the bed, batting his hands away from his shirt buttons.
"I want to talk about why you want to do this all of a sudden."
"Oi! My beer!" That was going too far. Huffing, Spike shuffled away from Angel and made distance. Sexy.
"I dunno why! I had this idea in my head and it was all -- well, just. I'm horny and we're going to get this thing over and done with. Then I can go back to Drusilla and we're ... we're done, you know? Cause I don't like you or nothing, you big poof. It's just that -- well, we gotta, don't we?" When in doubt, sex. And Angel was now this unobtainable thing, this giant in his life that represented so much he wanted to conquer. And somehow, fucking was the answer.
Because what else did he do? Talk? Pfft. As if.
"Afraid I'm better than you?" Better than Angel at sex. Clearly. Spike raised his hand stubbornly and went back to his shirt to undo the button he was on before.
"You can fuck people you don't like... I can, anyway. Don't have to be in love to -- Well, not to say me and Dru aren't but you can." General you. Not his you though. He'd never done it when it wasn't for love... he'd never done it outside of Drusilla, actually, so this alone was a weird new experience.
Suddenly, he stood up, dramatic as always, pacing in an agitated way.
"I mean like what? You kissed me but you're too good to fuck me? Oh please! I'm not some needy little bastard, I'm not about to beg for it. Suddenly I'm all beneath you and..." Okay, this sucked. He hated this. How did his plan backfire? It was so simple. It was just sex! He glared at Angel accusingly. "For God sake, how the fuck did you manage to ruin sex? You're such a prick."
Spike launched forward and shoved Angel hard, reacting on anger instead of anything else because anger was a safe emotion. He understood anger. He didn't understand whatever this all was but he did know that he was being rejected and nope, that never went well for him.
"You come along and you mess with my bleeding head, play all these sodding games and suddenly you don't want me? Like what? Too good for Spike now are you so you've got to make it all about doing me a favour. Fuck off! I'm onto you, mate. I know your game."
Usually, this would be where Angel let things escalate into a typical fight, but this time he just didn't have it in him. There was something far too wounded about Spike for that to seem even remotely right.
So instead he grabbed hold of him to wrap him up in a tight hug, even if he was aware that it might all go sideways and turn into a wrestling match.
"Okay, so how about this then: Did it occur to you that maybe I don't feel great about someone having sex with me just to get me out of their system? That maybe I have a feeling or two that can actually be hurt from time to time?"
"Get off me! What are you doing?" Oh shit, he was being hugged. Hugged by Angel. Oh God, it was a bloody pity hug, wasn't it? He wriggled in the grip a little, growling angrily and yet, not breaking it despite his pride hating every inch of him right now.
"Since when do you feel! I know you. Angelus. I know your fucking games, you're just -- just messing with me. And now it's all wrong and I dunno how to fix it!"
And Drusilla didn't know if Spike was hers and he thought about Angel and everything was wrong. He wanted it to stop. "It's all your fault!"
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It's fine, we're accepting sexuality and all that bollocks.
Also I got this idea.
To just sort of fix this thing.
You're going to love it. And me. I'm a bleeding stallion.
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We get over whatever the fuck was going on.
Then we leave our temporary insanity behind in the closet.
Bring condoms, I used all mine and the last one I got is questionable.
How do condoms go out of date?
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Which isn't the point. Us having sex wouldn't fix anything.
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I'm good at it and we won't want to date cause we hate each other.
Dru is fine with it, I asked her.
She won't be there either so it's all good.
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For fuck sake, Angel.
Be a man and come fuck me, you big loser.
Or I'll keep spreading rumours that your dick is broken.
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I'm bi.
That's erasure, mate.
Stop erasing me and come fuck.
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You always have to pick everything apart, don't you?
FINE
We won't fuck.
See if I care!
i never liked you anyway.
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[ Maybe this will make more sense if they talk about it in person. ]
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Not like I care either way!
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"Did you come to fuck or bore me? Cause I only care about the one thing."
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Angel sighed and pushed the door open enough that he could get past Spike and into the room, giving the stack of beer a pointed and somewhat judgmental look.
"I came to talk."
Because maybe he was a tiny bit worried about the guy. Not that he felt some sort of responsibility or anything. He was just trying to be... a good guy, or something.
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Spike dropped on the bed and sipped his beer, looking away from Angel with a sort of sulky annoyance. Look, he was trying to get over this mess, okay? So he could go back to Drusilla and stop feeling weird about Angel and all that ease he yearned for. He didn't want to have a serious discussion.
Which was obvious by the lube on the bed and the fact he was unbuttoning his shirt.
"Can't we talk while we do it?"
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Once the bottle was put aside, he went over to sit next to spike on the bed, batting his hands away from his shirt buttons.
"I want to talk about why you want to do this all of a sudden."
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"I dunno why! I had this idea in my head and it was all -- well, just. I'm horny and we're going to get this thing over and done with. Then I can go back to Drusilla and we're ... we're done, you know? Cause I don't like you or nothing, you big poof. It's just that -- well, we gotta, don't we?" When in doubt, sex. And Angel was now this unobtainable thing, this giant in his life that represented so much he wanted to conquer. And somehow, fucking was the answer.
Because what else did he do? Talk? Pfft. As if.
"Afraid I'm better than you?" Better than Angel at sex. Clearly. Spike raised his hand stubbornly and went back to his shirt to undo the button he was on before.
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The thought was sharper than a razor blade, but somehow for once none of those edges made their way out of him to slash at Spike.
"We don't have to do anything. Especially if you don't like me."
That might have been a twisted kind of turn on for him in the past, but those days were behind him.
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Suddenly, he stood up, dramatic as always, pacing in an agitated way.
"I mean like what? You kissed me but you're too good to fuck me? Oh please! I'm not some needy little bastard, I'm not about to beg for it. Suddenly I'm all beneath you and..." Okay, this sucked. He hated this. How did his plan backfire? It was so simple. It was just sex! He glared at Angel accusingly. "For God sake, how the fuck did you manage to ruin sex? You're such a prick."
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Angel got to his feet as well, stopping Spike mid-pace by taking a fairly gentle hold of his arms.
"I don't really think you want to have sex with someone you don't like. I don't think that would make you feel good at all."
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Spike launched forward and shoved Angel hard, reacting on anger instead of anything else because anger was a safe emotion. He understood anger. He didn't understand whatever this all was but he did know that he was being rejected and nope, that never went well for him.
"You come along and you mess with my bleeding head, play all these sodding games and suddenly you don't want me? Like what? Too good for Spike now are you so you've got to make it all about doing me a favour. Fuck off! I'm onto you, mate. I know your game."
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So instead he grabbed hold of him to wrap him up in a tight hug, even if he was aware that it might all go sideways and turn into a wrestling match.
"Okay, so how about this then: Did it occur to you that maybe I don't feel great about someone having sex with me just to get me out of their system? That maybe I have a feeling or two that can actually be hurt from time to time?"
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"Since when do you feel! I know you. Angelus. I know your fucking games, you're just -- just messing with me. And now it's all wrong and I dunno how to fix it!"
And Drusilla didn't know if Spike was hers and he thought about Angel and everything was wrong. He wanted it to stop. "It's all your fault!"
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