Fic: Assasin ~Part 1~ NC-17 (for the whole story)
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Title: Assasin
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Note: pre-op transsexual ... don't like guys with boobs, don't read...
Summary: How far are you willing to go for the acceptance of the one you love?
Name: Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Occupation: Hired Assassin
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: gunshot wound to the right shoulder (10 years ago), fractured right 3rd and 4th rib (7 years ago), gunshot wound to the sides (5 years ago)
Name: William ‘Spike’ McDonald
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Occupation: n/a
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: Breast implants (2 years ago), fractured forearm (5 years ago)
Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan, known as the Angel of Death by the drug king pins, sat in his fourth apartment in Los Angeles, watching Sunday morning news when an unexpected knock came.
Sighing heavily, he got up from the couch and grudgingly moved towards the door and flung it open. "What do you want?" he snarled, but when he saw a woman standing there, he arched his brow and asked again, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"And a good morning to you too, luv." the woman said sarcastically.
Crossing his arms over his naked chest, Angel looked at her from head to toe, assessing if she was any threat, but instead of assessing whether she was a threat or not, he was drawn to her outfit. She had on a shiny black corset with a long black leather duster, a shiny leather mini-skirt, and to top off the look, black fishnet stockings and shiny leather footwear only in the form of impossibly high heeled boots.
Before he could think whether he should or shouldn't say it, it came out. "I'm not interested in hookers."
This time, it was the woman's turn to arch her brow. "I'm not a bloody hooker, luv."
"Uhm..."
"Are you Liam 'Angelus' Morgan?" The lady in leather asked.
Angel nodded then said, "I'm called either as Angel or Liam. I'm not called Angelus anymore."
"Aren't you goin' ta invite me in, big guy?" The woman placed her hand on her hip. And that's when Angel noticed something odd about her. They say that a person's hand could tell so much about them, especially their sex, and even though this is something that Angel doubted, he couldn’t help but associate the lady’s hand to a mans.
Looking back onto the woman's face, Angel couldn't see anything odd looking aside from the high cheekbones and the long lashes and the bluest blue eyes that he ever saw.
"You know.... we could play stare and scare inside, instead of me stand out here and actually feel like a whore."
"Oh, sorry. Come in." Angel moved and let her in. “Ugh... sit on the couch, I'll be back, I'll just get some shirt on." And with that, Angel left her and went into his bedroom.
When he came out, he found her sprawled on the couch, her legs spread wide open. "Should I know you?" he asked as he sat down on the armchair to the side of the couch. “Cause I don’t seem to remember knowing someone like you.” His gaze traveled the expanse of the fleshy and milky inner thighs then caught himself and then looked at her face expectantly.
“I’m known as Spike.”
“I’d introduce myself, but I’m thinking you already know me.” Angel offered.
Spike snorted.
Angel arched his brow. “You know, for someone as pretty as you, you shouldn’t be snorting…”
Crossing her legs, Spike smirked at Angel, “Why, does it turn you off?”
“If I were turned on, I would definitely be turned off.” Angel said as he leaned forward. He noticed her staring at his biceps. “What? You like my tattoo?”
Spike licked her lips and wiggled her brows. “Yeah, I love them.”
Angel shook his head and leaned back, “So, mind telling me why you were looking for me? And how did you know where to find me?”
Spike crossed her arms across her chest, if she raised her arms a little more; Angel thought her breasts might spill over. “Aren’tcha gonna offer me a drink, baby?” Spike drawled out.
Sighing for the second time that day, he moved to stand but was quick to deflect the blow that was aimed on the back of his neck. Quickly getting Spike immobilized, Angel fished out a pair of cuffs from behind the cushions on his couch and cuffed Spike then threw her on the couch.
Wiggling to get to a more comfortable position, Spike arched her brow when Angel moved close to her and asked in a menacing tone, “Who sent you?”
Spike merely grinned before answering through gritted teeth, “I wasn’t sent by anyone.”
Slapping her hard across the face, Angel asked again. “Who sent you after me?”
“I told ya, luv. I wasn’t sent here by anyone.” Spike said as she smiled sweetly.
When Angel was poised to hit her again, she quickly added, “I paid 5 million to one of your associates to tell me your current location.”
“Fuck!” Angel yelled. ‘I gotta get out of this place. They must be surrounding me right now. FUCK!’
Spike knew that look in Angel’s eyes, after all, she didn’t spend billions on finding information about the man that saved her when she was little. “I’m not here to kill you, I’ll leave the killing to you.”
“What are you talking about?” Angel asked as he looked directly into Spike’s eyes.
Winking at Angel, Spike said cheekily, “I know that look of yours; you’re planning the easiest way out of here without getting noticed or alerting anyone.”
Angel was impressed, whoever this Spike is, and she’s done her homework on him right down to the tiniest details. “Okay, so, what do you plan on doing to me then?”
Spike grinned. Before Angel could ask another question, Spike talked. “When I was younger, about 4 years of age, I was held hostage by an assassin. He was a good assassin but he was very unskilled when it came to one on one face offs. He got scared took the nearest person possible, that was me, and held me against his chest and aimed his .45 caliber to my head and told my dad he’s going to kill me if the others didn’t put down their guns. Then he got us out on the roof top of Wolfram and Hart and we were on the edge of the building. He was threatening to jump and was planning to take me along for the ride down to the pavement.”
“Right, and what has this got to do with me?” Angel asked as he sat down on the other end of the couch.
“If you’ll let me continue...” Spike arched her brow at him.
Angel motioned for her to continue.
“Right. Then out of nowhere, a young man dressed in tight leather pants and a black muscle shirt appeared a few feet away from us. He told the assassin to come to him and then coaxed him to set me down and to take him instead. Then when the idiot ass did, that young man produced a dragon-handled dagger and stabbed my assailant right in the eye. Then he said, ‘Do not mess with my meetings.’ And since then, I’ve been wasting billions in search for this young man.”
Angel remembers this. He was on his first meeting as a hired gun man. He hasn’t made a name for himself yet, and he was still young and reckless. He remembers Mister McDonald telling him off on how he could’ve easily been shot if the hostage taker was paranoid enough. He remembers the clear blue eyes of the kid that looked up to him and opened up both arms to be lifted up. And suddenly, it clicked to him, this girl was that kid.
Spike saw the realization in Angel’s face, then smiled to herself. “Well, now that you remember, mind un-cuffing me?”
Liam snapped back to reality when he heard her voice, arching a brow he asked, “You attacked me, what assurance do I have that you wont make a move on me again when I un-cuff you?”
“Good point.” Spike said as she uncrossed her legs.
Angel found him self staring at the pale flesh that wasn’t concealed by either the boots or the really short skirt.
“You’ve been staring at me legs for a long time now.” Spike said as she spread her legs wider, “Are you up to going down on me?”
Angel was stunned to say the least. He never expected this kind of behavior if he was going to base her on what he remembers about the little girl that he saved. He shook his head and stood up. Grabbing the keys out of his pocket, he urges her to lean forward so he could undo the lock.
When Spike’s wrists were free, she grabs Angel by the neck and pulls him to her hard. Wrapping both legs around him, she locks on her tight hold. “I don’t really fancy getting restricted. I prefer it if I’m doing the restriction.”
Angel was pressed hard against Spike. Spike was on the bottom while Angel held most of his weight on his arm to avoid crushing the girl beneath him. She leaned up and took his lips in a soft kiss. Angel’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he leaned down into the kiss, taking her deeper.
Angel was aware of the phone ringing, but on the back of his mind a voice told him that if he let this go, it might not happen again. But Angel’s career-wise side forced him to pull away from the kiss and grab the phone off its base and put it on his ears.
‘Hello?’
/Liam, I have a new assignment for you./
‘What and where?’
/Too confidential. I’ll send them to you tomorrow morning./
Before Angel could respond, the other end of the line was cut of and all he could hear was the dial tone. He was sure that there was a good reason he had holed up in his mind, but as soon as a strong hand grabbed his crotch, all thought flew out the window. Leaning down and mashing their lips together once again, Liam used his one hand of grab purchase of her slender hips.
As air became an issue for both, Liam started nipping down her neck to her cleavage, leaving a hickey on her left chest; Angel moved up and latched onto her lips again. Spike’s legs were wrapped around his waist again and she could feel Angel’s impressive manhood digging a hole through her. But she knew that if she’s going to make this work, they shouldn’t be having sex right this moment… maybe later.
With that in mind, Spike stopped moving and held Angel’s head between her hands. “Angel, you need to know something.”
But before Spike could say anything, the windows overlooking city burst in and 2 men dressed in military outfit with ski mask rammed inside and attacked Angel. Before he could defend himself, Spike was up from her spot and was now battling a heavily armed man while Angel took care of the other. A good right hook sent one assailant back on the couch and Spike shook her hand but as she stopped, she was grabbed from behind.
Angel was the first to kill the intruder before he moved to snap the man who was fighting with Spike. “Gotta say, I’m impressed you held up this long with those heels.” Angel chuckled as Spike nearly tripped back when she stepped onto the first intruder’s hand.
Spike grinned, “Believe it or not, I don’t usually wear high heels.”
“Coulda fooled me.” Angel retorted as he crouched over the man and felt their pockets for some kind of identification. When he didn’t find any on one, he moved to the other, but still he didn’t find anything. Standing up, he looked at his broken window and let out a sigh. “Damn, I just had those cleaned.”
Spike watched as Angel meticulously ran through every pocket there is on the dead men. “Well, luv, why don’t we get rid of those? It’d be a pisser if someone should see them.”
Angel looked at Spike, “Well… good idea… but… I don’t really think you should use the word ‘we’ when it’s only me who can do the getting rid of…”
Angel was stunned to silence when he saw Spike in ridiculously high heels dropped down and slung one of the dead men on her shoulder and trekked towards the door. His jaw turned slack and he just couldn’t believe it. And it was what Spike saw when she turned around.
Arching her brow, Spike asked, “Well, are you going to watch my ass or are you pointing me in the direction where we can dump these damn bodies?”
Snapping his jaw shut, Angel slung the other dead body on his shoulder and led Spike towards the garbage shoot. He couldn’t believe someone that slender could hold up a dead weight like that. Maybe she’s like… the chick in Dark Angel. Na, couldn’t be…
“Bloody Bugger!” Spike cried out indignantly, “I broke me bloody fucking nail!”
Angel was snapped out of his contemplation when he heard Spike complaining. Frowning, he moved closer to her and grabbed her hand to look at her nails. Well, this definitely looks like a man’s hand. “It’s not bleeding.” Angel said.
“I never said it was.” Was all Spike said as she pulled her hand away from Angel. “You know, I remember telling you before that I needed to tell you something.” She looked expectantly at the man before her.
“Uhm… yeah. About that… why don’t we go back inside?” Angel said as he turned around and started towards his apartment.
Once inside the apartment, Spike told Angel that ever since that fateful afternoon, she decided that once she’s old enough, she’s going to find him. Angel was appalled, now that he’s thinking about that afternoon; he realized that the little kid was a boy. And the person in front of him is a woman.
“Wait! You said you were that little kid, right?” Angel said as he looked at Spike again, this time, really looking at her. Her arms are slender, like a woman’s, her hands though are kinda bony, and looks a little too big for her lithe body. Her jaw was admittedly a little too defined, but when you look at her as a whole, she doesn’t really look like a guy at all.
“Yeah, I am actually.” Spike answered without blinking. She looked at Angel’s body language and could tell that he was still tense, it was either from the fight a few minutes ago or her, but she’s putting the bet on the latter.
“B-but… that kid was a boy!” Angel stated all too quickly.
“Well…” Spike took a deep breath as she tells this story once again.
PART TWO:
A four year old boy sat on the bed watching his father pace around the room with a Mickey Mouse puppet on his left hand while in his right was a cell phone. They were playing merely a few minutes ago, when Daddy’s cell phone rang and then after a few seconds, he got up and paced around the room. William didn’t know what was wrong.
By the time Lindsey was done talking, he wanted nothing more than to kill something. He’s seeing red all over, but a tiny voice melted all his frustration and anger in him. “Daddy? Are you gon tell me a stowy?”
Lindsey looked at his four-year-old angel. He’s his life. He smiled warmly at his little boy and walked over to sit next to him. Leaning back, William followed and rested his head on his father’s chest. “What stowy are ya gon tell me daddy?”
Lindsey couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll tell you a story if you promise to tell me the truth about something I’m going to ask you. Ok?”
William looked up at his father’s brown eyes. Nodding, he snuggled closer to his dad.
“This afternoon… were you… tell me how you felt.” Lindsey said, he didn’t want his son to relive such a traumatic experience, but the shirk that called him a while ago said that it was important to know how the child felt and what his current state of mind is so they can prepare to whatever it was that would happen.
William looked up once again at his father’s face, but this time with a wide smile. “I was scared at first, but Angelus saved me, told me I don’t have to be scared. I have a guardian angel daddy. Do ev’wy little boy have one?”
Lindsey didn’t know what to say, in his field of work and experiences, money is what watches your back, and it’s what keeps you safe. He didn’t know whether to be brutally honest with his son, or should be just indulge the boy. “My little boy is always protected.” Lindsey just said.
Smiling broadly at his father, William promised, “When I gwow up daddy, I’m going to look for Angelus and he and I will be together fowever.”
Lindsey could cry right now. He knows the life span of hired killers. They’re what the society call ‘expendable’. They’re not classified as human beings, they’re classified as weapons. Some hired guns are trained to be hired guns and thus aren’t given the chance to have an actual life aside from eliminating their targets and taking up whatever persona is required.
~@~
12 years later, the persona Spike was born. He was known as a brutal boy. He doesn’t have qualms on who he is facing or what he has to do to get what he wants. He grew up a spoiled little king by father, Lindsey McDonald. But when he is face to face with his father, the sweet little boy, William still resurfaces. Regardless, his father knows all of his mischievous activities. And his father also knows he’s gay, and although he’s a homosexual, he’s as tough as a man can be and at times, he could be as emotional as a pregnant woman.
“Spike,” Hamilton said in greeting as he entered Spike’s room, “your father wants to have a word with you in the conference room.”
Spike looked up from the magazine he was flipping, his platinum blonde hair framing his face, making him look more like a girl than a boy. It has been 2 years since he had a hair cut and he prefers to have his hair long. Nodding, he flung the magazine aside and stood up, following Hamilton into the conference room.
“Hey dad.” Spike said as he entered the room.
Lindsey was leaning back on the chair and was reading a thick file. Looking up from what he was reading, he gave his son a small smile then asked him to sit down. When Spike was seated, Lindsey put the file down. “You know I never kept anything from you, right?”
“Of course.” Spike answered, then looking at his father with a curious expression, he asked, “What’s it about, dad?”
“It’s about Angel.”
With the tone of his father’s voice, Spike’s world came crashing down. “Wh-what happened to him?”
Lindsey couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a hearty laugh. “Oh my god, Will. You should’ve seen your face!”
Still laughing, Lindsey sobered up when he noticed his son still looking shocked. “Will…. Hey kid, I was just kidding… Nothing happened to him. He’s still alive. Although I don’t really know where he is right now, but I’m guessing you’ll find out soon enough.”
Lindsey doesn’t have any objections to his son’s sexuality. William was fourteen years of age when he came out to his father about being gay. Lindsey knew this even before his son’s confession and thus, smiled warmly at the young boy and asked him if he wanted to know about “the bees and more bees”, which in turn, made William swore and both wound up laughing.
Since Lindsey was open about anything and everything, after a night of seeing strippers doing lap dances and getting smothered by artificial breasts, he came home to his penthouse and saw his son on the sofa watching television. He asked William if he wanted to go out and have a drink with dear ol’ dad. William agreed and was shell shocked when they ended up in a night club where it seemed like every corner had two guys fucking each other. William looked at his father and arched his brow. Lindsey’s only respond was, “I was smothered by boobs all day… I want a change in scenery.”
~@~
A year later, Spike has found about Wesley and paid him five million to update him whenever Angel moves from one location to another. There was a time then when Angel went into a private estate, and that was when Spike saw what Angel preferred. Knowing he was falling ridiculously in love with someone who doesn’t even know him, he decided that he’d have a chance if he tried on a different persona. He could always change his appearance. His father could afford it and would definitely support him.
With that thought in mind, Spike made an appointment with a widely known doctor and talked about the surgery. Two days later, after taking test after test to make sure he was fit for the operation, Spike was finally in the hospital gown and was awaiting his time to go under the knife.
Lindsey was beside him and they were talking about things that have been happening in his father’s office and Spike could see his dad was really nervous.
“Dad, don’t worry. I’m going to be fine. Although you’re going to have someone akin to a daughter after this, but I’m going to be fine.” Spike assured his dad.
“I’m not worried if I’m going to have a daughter or son… I’m worried about you getting any infection or something else.” Lindsey let out a small nervous chuckle.
~1 Year, 8 Months Later~
At the airport, a girl with medium length blonde hair sat reading a magazine while waiting for her flight. She had on a black leather duster a shiny black leather corset that lifts up her breast even more, and a pair of side laced leather pants finished with leather boots. She was surrounded by 4 heavily muscled men, although they were dressed in casual clothing, their job description was still obvious. They were her body guards.
Hamilton was escorted by two airport officials as he approached the young woman. Leaning down, he told her in a hush voice, “You’re flight’s boarding.”
The woman nodded and stood up. She headed towards the gate where she was supposed to go and immediately, her human bubble was in place. Inside the place, she was seated by the window while four men were seated on the middle isle.
A man sporting a sly grin sat next to her. “Hey babe, traveling alone?”
Sparing the man a look, the woman pulled her shades off and arched her brow. “You talkin’ ta me?”
The man was shocked to hear a purely male voice. His jaw was still hanging when one of her body guards hauled him off and away from her.
“Sir Will, are you alright?” Ronnie, one of the body guards asked him.
Putting back the shades on, Spike looked at him with a smile then nodded. The rest of the flight remained uneventful because Ronnie sat next to Spike after threatening the man that was originally seated next to her.
“We shall be arriving at LAX shortly, please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated for the rest of the flight.” A voice announced.
‘Here goes. Wish me luck, dad.’ Spike mumbled to himself as he looked at the lights below the plane.
:D Again.. happy holidays everyone!!!!
Title: Assasin
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Note: pre-op transsexual ... don't like guys with boobs, don't read...
Summary: How far are you willing to go for the acceptance of the one you love?
Name: Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Occupation: Hired Assassin
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: gunshot wound to the right shoulder (10 years ago), fractured right 3rd and 4th rib (7 years ago), gunshot wound to the sides (5 years ago)
Name: William ‘Spike’ McDonald
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Occupation: n/a
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: Breast implants (2 years ago), fractured forearm (5 years ago)
Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan, known as the Angel of Death by the drug king pins, sat in his fourth apartment in Los Angeles, watching Sunday morning news when an unexpected knock came.
Sighing heavily, he got up from the couch and grudgingly moved towards the door and flung it open. "What do you want?" he snarled, but when he saw a woman standing there, he arched his brow and asked again, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"And a good morning to you too, luv." the woman said sarcastically.
Crossing his arms over his naked chest, Angel looked at her from head to toe, assessing if she was any threat, but instead of assessing whether she was a threat or not, he was drawn to her outfit. She had on a shiny black corset with a long black leather duster, a shiny leather mini-skirt, and to top off the look, black fishnet stockings and shiny leather footwear only in the form of impossibly high heeled boots.
Before he could think whether he should or shouldn't say it, it came out. "I'm not interested in hookers."
This time, it was the woman's turn to arch her brow. "I'm not a bloody hooker, luv."
"Uhm..."
"Are you Liam 'Angelus' Morgan?" The lady in leather asked.
Angel nodded then said, "I'm called either as Angel or Liam. I'm not called Angelus anymore."
"Aren't you goin' ta invite me in, big guy?" The woman placed her hand on her hip. And that's when Angel noticed something odd about her. They say that a person's hand could tell so much about them, especially their sex, and even though this is something that Angel doubted, he couldn’t help but associate the lady’s hand to a mans.
Looking back onto the woman's face, Angel couldn't see anything odd looking aside from the high cheekbones and the long lashes and the bluest blue eyes that he ever saw.
"You know.... we could play stare and scare inside, instead of me stand out here and actually feel like a whore."
"Oh, sorry. Come in." Angel moved and let her in. “Ugh... sit on the couch, I'll be back, I'll just get some shirt on." And with that, Angel left her and went into his bedroom.
When he came out, he found her sprawled on the couch, her legs spread wide open. "Should I know you?" he asked as he sat down on the armchair to the side of the couch. “Cause I don’t seem to remember knowing someone like you.” His gaze traveled the expanse of the fleshy and milky inner thighs then caught himself and then looked at her face expectantly.
“I’m known as Spike.”
“I’d introduce myself, but I’m thinking you already know me.” Angel offered.
Spike snorted.
Angel arched his brow. “You know, for someone as pretty as you, you shouldn’t be snorting…”
Crossing her legs, Spike smirked at Angel, “Why, does it turn you off?”
“If I were turned on, I would definitely be turned off.” Angel said as he leaned forward. He noticed her staring at his biceps. “What? You like my tattoo?”
Spike licked her lips and wiggled her brows. “Yeah, I love them.”
Angel shook his head and leaned back, “So, mind telling me why you were looking for me? And how did you know where to find me?”
Spike crossed her arms across her chest, if she raised her arms a little more; Angel thought her breasts might spill over. “Aren’tcha gonna offer me a drink, baby?” Spike drawled out.
Sighing for the second time that day, he moved to stand but was quick to deflect the blow that was aimed on the back of his neck. Quickly getting Spike immobilized, Angel fished out a pair of cuffs from behind the cushions on his couch and cuffed Spike then threw her on the couch.
Wiggling to get to a more comfortable position, Spike arched her brow when Angel moved close to her and asked in a menacing tone, “Who sent you?”
Spike merely grinned before answering through gritted teeth, “I wasn’t sent by anyone.”
Slapping her hard across the face, Angel asked again. “Who sent you after me?”
“I told ya, luv. I wasn’t sent here by anyone.” Spike said as she smiled sweetly.
When Angel was poised to hit her again, she quickly added, “I paid 5 million to one of your associates to tell me your current location.”
“Fuck!” Angel yelled. ‘I gotta get out of this place. They must be surrounding me right now. FUCK!’
Spike knew that look in Angel’s eyes, after all, she didn’t spend billions on finding information about the man that saved her when she was little. “I’m not here to kill you, I’ll leave the killing to you.”
“What are you talking about?” Angel asked as he looked directly into Spike’s eyes.
Winking at Angel, Spike said cheekily, “I know that look of yours; you’re planning the easiest way out of here without getting noticed or alerting anyone.”
Angel was impressed, whoever this Spike is, and she’s done her homework on him right down to the tiniest details. “Okay, so, what do you plan on doing to me then?”
Spike grinned. Before Angel could ask another question, Spike talked. “When I was younger, about 4 years of age, I was held hostage by an assassin. He was a good assassin but he was very unskilled when it came to one on one face offs. He got scared took the nearest person possible, that was me, and held me against his chest and aimed his .45 caliber to my head and told my dad he’s going to kill me if the others didn’t put down their guns. Then he got us out on the roof top of Wolfram and Hart and we were on the edge of the building. He was threatening to jump and was planning to take me along for the ride down to the pavement.”
“Right, and what has this got to do with me?” Angel asked as he sat down on the other end of the couch.
“If you’ll let me continue...” Spike arched her brow at him.
Angel motioned for her to continue.
“Right. Then out of nowhere, a young man dressed in tight leather pants and a black muscle shirt appeared a few feet away from us. He told the assassin to come to him and then coaxed him to set me down and to take him instead. Then when the idiot ass did, that young man produced a dragon-handled dagger and stabbed my assailant right in the eye. Then he said, ‘Do not mess with my meetings.’ And since then, I’ve been wasting billions in search for this young man.”
Angel remembers this. He was on his first meeting as a hired gun man. He hasn’t made a name for himself yet, and he was still young and reckless. He remembers Mister McDonald telling him off on how he could’ve easily been shot if the hostage taker was paranoid enough. He remembers the clear blue eyes of the kid that looked up to him and opened up both arms to be lifted up. And suddenly, it clicked to him, this girl was that kid.
Spike saw the realization in Angel’s face, then smiled to herself. “Well, now that you remember, mind un-cuffing me?”
Liam snapped back to reality when he heard her voice, arching a brow he asked, “You attacked me, what assurance do I have that you wont make a move on me again when I un-cuff you?”
“Good point.” Spike said as she uncrossed her legs.
Angel found him self staring at the pale flesh that wasn’t concealed by either the boots or the really short skirt.
“You’ve been staring at me legs for a long time now.” Spike said as she spread her legs wider, “Are you up to going down on me?”
Angel was stunned to say the least. He never expected this kind of behavior if he was going to base her on what he remembers about the little girl that he saved. He shook his head and stood up. Grabbing the keys out of his pocket, he urges her to lean forward so he could undo the lock.
When Spike’s wrists were free, she grabs Angel by the neck and pulls him to her hard. Wrapping both legs around him, she locks on her tight hold. “I don’t really fancy getting restricted. I prefer it if I’m doing the restriction.”
Angel was pressed hard against Spike. Spike was on the bottom while Angel held most of his weight on his arm to avoid crushing the girl beneath him. She leaned up and took his lips in a soft kiss. Angel’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he leaned down into the kiss, taking her deeper.
Angel was aware of the phone ringing, but on the back of his mind a voice told him that if he let this go, it might not happen again. But Angel’s career-wise side forced him to pull away from the kiss and grab the phone off its base and put it on his ears.
‘Hello?’
/Liam, I have a new assignment for you./
‘What and where?’
/Too confidential. I’ll send them to you tomorrow morning./
Before Angel could respond, the other end of the line was cut of and all he could hear was the dial tone. He was sure that there was a good reason he had holed up in his mind, but as soon as a strong hand grabbed his crotch, all thought flew out the window. Leaning down and mashing their lips together once again, Liam used his one hand of grab purchase of her slender hips.
As air became an issue for both, Liam started nipping down her neck to her cleavage, leaving a hickey on her left chest; Angel moved up and latched onto her lips again. Spike’s legs were wrapped around his waist again and she could feel Angel’s impressive manhood digging a hole through her. But she knew that if she’s going to make this work, they shouldn’t be having sex right this moment… maybe later.
With that in mind, Spike stopped moving and held Angel’s head between her hands. “Angel, you need to know something.”
But before Spike could say anything, the windows overlooking city burst in and 2 men dressed in military outfit with ski mask rammed inside and attacked Angel. Before he could defend himself, Spike was up from her spot and was now battling a heavily armed man while Angel took care of the other. A good right hook sent one assailant back on the couch and Spike shook her hand but as she stopped, she was grabbed from behind.
Angel was the first to kill the intruder before he moved to snap the man who was fighting with Spike. “Gotta say, I’m impressed you held up this long with those heels.” Angel chuckled as Spike nearly tripped back when she stepped onto the first intruder’s hand.
Spike grinned, “Believe it or not, I don’t usually wear high heels.”
“Coulda fooled me.” Angel retorted as he crouched over the man and felt their pockets for some kind of identification. When he didn’t find any on one, he moved to the other, but still he didn’t find anything. Standing up, he looked at his broken window and let out a sigh. “Damn, I just had those cleaned.”
Spike watched as Angel meticulously ran through every pocket there is on the dead men. “Well, luv, why don’t we get rid of those? It’d be a pisser if someone should see them.”
Angel looked at Spike, “Well… good idea… but… I don’t really think you should use the word ‘we’ when it’s only me who can do the getting rid of…”
Angel was stunned to silence when he saw Spike in ridiculously high heels dropped down and slung one of the dead men on her shoulder and trekked towards the door. His jaw turned slack and he just couldn’t believe it. And it was what Spike saw when she turned around.
Arching her brow, Spike asked, “Well, are you going to watch my ass or are you pointing me in the direction where we can dump these damn bodies?”
Snapping his jaw shut, Angel slung the other dead body on his shoulder and led Spike towards the garbage shoot. He couldn’t believe someone that slender could hold up a dead weight like that. Maybe she’s like… the chick in Dark Angel. Na, couldn’t be…
“Bloody Bugger!” Spike cried out indignantly, “I broke me bloody fucking nail!”
Angel was snapped out of his contemplation when he heard Spike complaining. Frowning, he moved closer to her and grabbed her hand to look at her nails. Well, this definitely looks like a man’s hand. “It’s not bleeding.” Angel said.
“I never said it was.” Was all Spike said as she pulled her hand away from Angel. “You know, I remember telling you before that I needed to tell you something.” She looked expectantly at the man before her.
“Uhm… yeah. About that… why don’t we go back inside?” Angel said as he turned around and started towards his apartment.
Once inside the apartment, Spike told Angel that ever since that fateful afternoon, she decided that once she’s old enough, she’s going to find him. Angel was appalled, now that he’s thinking about that afternoon; he realized that the little kid was a boy. And the person in front of him is a woman.
“Wait! You said you were that little kid, right?” Angel said as he looked at Spike again, this time, really looking at her. Her arms are slender, like a woman’s, her hands though are kinda bony, and looks a little too big for her lithe body. Her jaw was admittedly a little too defined, but when you look at her as a whole, she doesn’t really look like a guy at all.
“Yeah, I am actually.” Spike answered without blinking. She looked at Angel’s body language and could tell that he was still tense, it was either from the fight a few minutes ago or her, but she’s putting the bet on the latter.
“B-but… that kid was a boy!” Angel stated all too quickly.
“Well…” Spike took a deep breath as she tells this story once again.
PART TWO:
A four year old boy sat on the bed watching his father pace around the room with a Mickey Mouse puppet on his left hand while in his right was a cell phone. They were playing merely a few minutes ago, when Daddy’s cell phone rang and then after a few seconds, he got up and paced around the room. William didn’t know what was wrong.
By the time Lindsey was done talking, he wanted nothing more than to kill something. He’s seeing red all over, but a tiny voice melted all his frustration and anger in him. “Daddy? Are you gon tell me a stowy?”
Lindsey looked at his four-year-old angel. He’s his life. He smiled warmly at his little boy and walked over to sit next to him. Leaning back, William followed and rested his head on his father’s chest. “What stowy are ya gon tell me daddy?”
Lindsey couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll tell you a story if you promise to tell me the truth about something I’m going to ask you. Ok?”
William looked up at his father’s brown eyes. Nodding, he snuggled closer to his dad.
“This afternoon… were you… tell me how you felt.” Lindsey said, he didn’t want his son to relive such a traumatic experience, but the shirk that called him a while ago said that it was important to know how the child felt and what his current state of mind is so they can prepare to whatever it was that would happen.
William looked up once again at his father’s face, but this time with a wide smile. “I was scared at first, but Angelus saved me, told me I don’t have to be scared. I have a guardian angel daddy. Do ev’wy little boy have one?”
Lindsey didn’t know what to say, in his field of work and experiences, money is what watches your back, and it’s what keeps you safe. He didn’t know whether to be brutally honest with his son, or should be just indulge the boy. “My little boy is always protected.” Lindsey just said.
Smiling broadly at his father, William promised, “When I gwow up daddy, I’m going to look for Angelus and he and I will be together fowever.”
Lindsey could cry right now. He knows the life span of hired killers. They’re what the society call ‘expendable’. They’re not classified as human beings, they’re classified as weapons. Some hired guns are trained to be hired guns and thus aren’t given the chance to have an actual life aside from eliminating their targets and taking up whatever persona is required.
~@~
12 years later, the persona Spike was born. He was known as a brutal boy. He doesn’t have qualms on who he is facing or what he has to do to get what he wants. He grew up a spoiled little king by father, Lindsey McDonald. But when he is face to face with his father, the sweet little boy, William still resurfaces. Regardless, his father knows all of his mischievous activities. And his father also knows he’s gay, and although he’s a homosexual, he’s as tough as a man can be and at times, he could be as emotional as a pregnant woman.
“Spike,” Hamilton said in greeting as he entered Spike’s room, “your father wants to have a word with you in the conference room.”
Spike looked up from the magazine he was flipping, his platinum blonde hair framing his face, making him look more like a girl than a boy. It has been 2 years since he had a hair cut and he prefers to have his hair long. Nodding, he flung the magazine aside and stood up, following Hamilton into the conference room.
“Hey dad.” Spike said as he entered the room.
Lindsey was leaning back on the chair and was reading a thick file. Looking up from what he was reading, he gave his son a small smile then asked him to sit down. When Spike was seated, Lindsey put the file down. “You know I never kept anything from you, right?”
“Of course.” Spike answered, then looking at his father with a curious expression, he asked, “What’s it about, dad?”
“It’s about Angel.”
With the tone of his father’s voice, Spike’s world came crashing down. “Wh-what happened to him?”
Lindsey couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a hearty laugh. “Oh my god, Will. You should’ve seen your face!”
Still laughing, Lindsey sobered up when he noticed his son still looking shocked. “Will…. Hey kid, I was just kidding… Nothing happened to him. He’s still alive. Although I don’t really know where he is right now, but I’m guessing you’ll find out soon enough.”
Lindsey doesn’t have any objections to his son’s sexuality. William was fourteen years of age when he came out to his father about being gay. Lindsey knew this even before his son’s confession and thus, smiled warmly at the young boy and asked him if he wanted to know about “the bees and more bees”, which in turn, made William swore and both wound up laughing.
Since Lindsey was open about anything and everything, after a night of seeing strippers doing lap dances and getting smothered by artificial breasts, he came home to his penthouse and saw his son on the sofa watching television. He asked William if he wanted to go out and have a drink with dear ol’ dad. William agreed and was shell shocked when they ended up in a night club where it seemed like every corner had two guys fucking each other. William looked at his father and arched his brow. Lindsey’s only respond was, “I was smothered by boobs all day… I want a change in scenery.”
~@~
A year later, Spike has found about Wesley and paid him five million to update him whenever Angel moves from one location to another. There was a time then when Angel went into a private estate, and that was when Spike saw what Angel preferred. Knowing he was falling ridiculously in love with someone who doesn’t even know him, he decided that he’d have a chance if he tried on a different persona. He could always change his appearance. His father could afford it and would definitely support him.
With that thought in mind, Spike made an appointment with a widely known doctor and talked about the surgery. Two days later, after taking test after test to make sure he was fit for the operation, Spike was finally in the hospital gown and was awaiting his time to go under the knife.
Lindsey was beside him and they were talking about things that have been happening in his father’s office and Spike could see his dad was really nervous.
“Dad, don’t worry. I’m going to be fine. Although you’re going to have someone akin to a daughter after this, but I’m going to be fine.” Spike assured his dad.
“I’m not worried if I’m going to have a daughter or son… I’m worried about you getting any infection or something else.” Lindsey let out a small nervous chuckle.
~1 Year, 8 Months Later~
At the airport, a girl with medium length blonde hair sat reading a magazine while waiting for her flight. She had on a black leather duster a shiny black leather corset that lifts up her breast even more, and a pair of side laced leather pants finished with leather boots. She was surrounded by 4 heavily muscled men, although they were dressed in casual clothing, their job description was still obvious. They were her body guards.
Hamilton was escorted by two airport officials as he approached the young woman. Leaning down, he told her in a hush voice, “You’re flight’s boarding.”
The woman nodded and stood up. She headed towards the gate where she was supposed to go and immediately, her human bubble was in place. Inside the place, she was seated by the window while four men were seated on the middle isle.
A man sporting a sly grin sat next to her. “Hey babe, traveling alone?”
Sparing the man a look, the woman pulled her shades off and arched her brow. “You talkin’ ta me?”
The man was shocked to hear a purely male voice. His jaw was still hanging when one of her body guards hauled him off and away from her.
“Sir Will, are you alright?” Ronnie, one of the body guards asked him.
Putting back the shades on, Spike looked at him with a smile then nodded. The rest of the flight remained uneventful because Ronnie sat next to Spike after threatening the man that was originally seated next to her.
“We shall be arriving at LAX shortly, please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated for the rest of the flight.” A voice announced.
‘Here goes. Wish me luck, dad.’ Spike mumbled to himself as he looked at the lights below the plane.
:D Again.. happy holidays everyone!!!!