"You try to punch me in the face whenever I talk to your girlfriend so you have no business calling anyone too intense."
For once, this was actually said with a bit of a smile.
"No, Wes, not you, I was talking to Spike. Listen, we're locked in some kind of storage room somewhere on campus, you think you could maybe come and find us?"
"It's not the same." He had to protect Dru. Always. Angel had gotten her hurt before, he didn't want to risk it ever happening again. Irrational? Sure. But he didn't care.
"Do you need the key? I'll have to track one down. Luckily, as Hall monitor, I have access to the maintenance keys."
"He said that like a brag. Tell Percy that's not a brag."
"I'm on my way!"
"Oh, fantastic. Perfect Percy is coming to our rescue." Well, it was something. Spike tilted his head back. "Helping you come out of the closet."
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Angel shook his head a little, both at his own near slip of the tongue and Spike's insistence on staying with the whole "Angel is a flaming rainbow champion" thing.
"Cause... I dunno. Whatever. He's a bit of nancy boy, don't you think? I mean. Like. Have you seen his bloody hair? And those glasses? Right loser, ain't he?" Or, you know, he's just going to casually attack all the things about Wesley that remind him of himself. Or, more accurately, William.
And no one hates himself like Spike hates himself. They can try, they get pretty darn close, but they never quite reach it.
"And yet you like him? Bullshit. I'd warn him." Spike remembered what Angelus did to his stamp collection, his books, journal and all the shit he'd said. Mindless bullying but it only grew. And then came the things he did to Dru. William could never protect Dru - Spike could.
That's why he changed.
"You know, I never did much like you, Liam." Ha. There. He said it first. Taking a sip from his hip flask, he exhaled slowly. "Always thought you were a bit of a dick."
"What can I say? You're the one who made me, aren't you? I guess I'm sort of like your punishment, ain't I? Me and Drusilla. The rest of the world doesn't care and you want to forget but ..."
But Spike can't. He knew it was irrational and kind of crazy but he just couldn't stop himself.
"I can't so why should you?"
Petty but whatever. "You were supposed to be --whatever, doesn't matter." His friend. His mentor. Other things. Whatever.
"Do you seriously think I will ever be able to forget?"
What a preposterous notion, to think that he could ever get away from the things he's done.
"What was I supposed to be?"
Might as well hear another way in which he failed. He's always been so very good at not being what people want him to be. The only person he ever came close to pleasing was probably Darla, but he would never claim that with any amount of confidence.
"Dunno, you're the bloke swaggering about campus like you're someone else. They don't know it but I do. I know who you really are, mate. Seen what you can do."
He completely broke Drusilla. Whether or not he meant it to get out of hand like it did, he truly believed that Angel could have stopped it.
The question is a little hard to answer, he lowered his head and frowned a little.
"Not what you were. And exactly what you were. I-- doesn't make much sense." He huffed a laugh out. "You were supposed to be my yoda, my ... my friend. Not that I needed it, mind. Just saying."
Angel's current MO was something more along the lines of hunching and skulking. He was going to give himself problems with how bad his posture was getting.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Will."
For some reason, Spike had always been the hardest one to say those words to, and if Angel was to be honest he probably still couldn't say them without being locked in a dark room with the guy.
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Spike wanted to be upset but, as always, it came out as anger. He never knew how to express half of what he felt, that was why his poems were such a hot mess. Angrily, he jumped up and started to pace, agitated and worked up.
"Stop playing this game, I know what you're doing. Use my name and -- this is what you do to Dru! And it gets all in your head and starts to -- God!" He growled and kicked a nearby stack of boxes. Like a big man. "You drive me up the bleeding bend, you do."
Moving forward, he gave him a small shove, not enough to do anything but empathises his point. Gritting his teeth, he stayed in his personal space, hand on his chest.
"You're jealous that I got everything and you got nothing. Not any more!"
Angel didn't really have anywhere to go, and he couldn't really move forward to assert some form of dominance either so he just sort of jutted his chin out at Spike and stayed put.
"Maybe your real problem is that I'm not. I don't want anything that you have, I don't know why you can't get that through your thick skull."
"I got Dru, I got more respect, I'm badder than you ever were. Face it, Angelus. I outdid you." Yes, this was a pathetic dick measuring context but what else did he have? He was young, an idiot and trying to defeat the person who represented all his insecurities.
"You got nothing on me." He gripped Angel's jacket and moved in close, practically bearing his teeth. "Nothing."
"I hope for your sake that you're nowhere close to being what I was, because you don't want that kind of fallout poisoning your life, Spike."
He took hold of Spike's wrists and tore his hands away from his jacket. He would have gladly let go after, but he kept his hold in case Spike decided to take a swing at him.
Spike wriggled around in Angel's grip but he couldn't just get him off. Embarrassing, actually. He shoved at him again and groaned in annoyance. "Fucking let go of me now, Peaches. I mean it."
"You're the one wrestling me! Trying to show you got the bigger balls. S'load of bullshit." And then he leaned in, annoying close, almost nose to nose. "We both know you can't do anything about me. Can't get rid of me, can't hurt me, just gotta live with me."
"Do you seriously kiss Dru with that breath? Because let me tell you, it's ripe."
No, not really, but he had to say something, didn't he? Now would probably be a good time to shove Spike away, but that felt too much like giving him a win so Angel just stayed where he was, unmoving.
"Oi, I taste great. Like kissing a ... a pepper mint stick-- thing." Something minty and not just, you know, stale cigarettes. And, because he's petty as hell, he launched forward and kissed Angel. A weird move, on hindsight.
One he regretted as soon as he pulled back but he was trying to make a point. Somehow. Kinda. "... See. I taste great."
Actually, he had no idea what Spike tasted like because the kiss had been over even before he had fully processed that it had begun.
Not that he was trying to make it happen again or something, no matter what it might seem like when he licked his lips as if to maybe try to catch some of that taste he hadn't had the focus to feel.
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For once, this was actually said with a bit of a smile.
"No, Wes, not you, I was talking to Spike. Listen, we're locked in some kind of storage room somewhere on campus, you think you could maybe come and find us?"
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"Do you need the key? I'll have to track one down. Luckily, as Hall monitor, I have access to the maintenance keys."
"He said that like a brag. Tell Percy that's not a brag."
"I'm on my way!"
"Oh, fantastic. Perfect Percy is coming to our rescue." Well, it was something. Spike tilted his head back. "Helping you come out of the closet."
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Angel shook his head a little, both at his own near slip of the tongue and Spike's insistence on staying with the whole "Angel is a flaming rainbow champion" thing.
"Why do you call him that?"
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And no one hates himself like Spike hates himself. They can try, they get pretty darn close, but they never quite reach it.
"S'funny, is all."
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The kid that looked up to him and that he proceeded to be a terrible influence on before breaking his heart by playing a role in Dru's suffering.
Maybe that was why he took to Wes so easily. It was a chance to get things right.
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That's why he changed.
"You know, I never did much like you, Liam." Ha. There. He said it first. Taking a sip from his hip flask, he exhaled slowly. "Always thought you were a bit of a dick."
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No one calls him that anymore, not since his family died. Not that he expects any sympathy from Spike when it comes to any of that.
"I always was."
No use denying that.
"You're doing great at picking up the slack now that I'm trying to stop."
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But Spike can't. He knew it was irrational and kind of crazy but he just couldn't stop himself.
"I can't so why should you?"
Petty but whatever. "You were supposed to be --whatever, doesn't matter." His friend. His mentor. Other things. Whatever.
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What a preposterous notion, to think that he could ever get away from the things he's done.
"What was I supposed to be?"
Might as well hear another way in which he failed. He's always been so very good at not being what people want him to be. The only person he ever came close to pleasing was probably Darla, but he would never claim that with any amount of confidence.
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He completely broke Drusilla. Whether or not he meant it to get out of hand like it did, he truly believed that Angel could have stopped it.
The question is a little hard to answer, he lowered his head and frowned a little.
"Not what you were. And exactly what you were. I-- doesn't make much sense." He huffed a laugh out. "You were supposed to be my yoda, my ... my friend. Not that I needed it, mind. Just saying."
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Angel's current MO was something more along the lines of hunching and skulking. He was going to give himself problems with how bad his posture was getting.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Will."
For some reason, Spike had always been the hardest one to say those words to, and if Angel was to be honest he probably still couldn't say them without being locked in a dark room with the guy.
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Spike wanted to be upset but, as always, it came out as anger. He never knew how to express half of what he felt, that was why his poems were such a hot mess. Angrily, he jumped up and started to pace, agitated and worked up.
"Stop playing this game, I know what you're doing. Use my name and -- this is what you do to Dru! And it gets all in your head and starts to -- God!" He growled and kicked a nearby stack of boxes. Like a big man. "You drive me up the bleeding bend, you do."
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"The feeling's mutual, Spike."
Was there a more annoying person in the universe?
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Moving forward, he gave him a small shove, not enough to do anything but empathises his point. Gritting his teeth, he stayed in his personal space, hand on his chest.
"You're jealous that I got everything and you got nothing. Not any more!"
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"Maybe your real problem is that I'm not. I don't want anything that you have, I don't know why you can't get that through your thick skull."
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"You got nothing on me." He gripped Angel's jacket and moved in close, practically bearing his teeth. "Nothing."
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He took hold of Spike's wrists and tore his hands away from his jacket. He would have gladly let go after, but he kept his hold in case Spike decided to take a swing at him.
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Spike wriggled around in Angel's grip but he couldn't just get him off. Embarrassing, actually. He shoved at him again and groaned in annoyance. "Fucking let go of me now, Peaches. I mean it."
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It was really stupid to tease Spike, but for some reason Angel couldn't resist.
"Can you keep your hands off of me if I let go?"
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He reached out his otherhand, like the petty child he was, and flicked Angel on the nose. "Can't stop me." And then he did it again. "Ha!"
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"What are you, six?"
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No, not really, but he had to say something, didn't he? Now would probably be a good time to shove Spike away, but that felt too much like giving him a win so Angel just stayed where he was, unmoving.
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One he regretted as soon as he pulled back but he was trying to make a point. Somehow. Kinda. "... See. I taste great."
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Actually, he had no idea what Spike tasted like because the kiss had been over even before he had fully processed that it had begun.
Not that he was trying to make it happen again or something, no matter what it might seem like when he licked his lips as if to maybe try to catch some of that taste he hadn't had the focus to feel.
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