Series: Unbelievable #3 2/2
Title: Information Overload 2/2
Series: Unbelievable #3
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: Joss
Warnings: Slash, pregnancy.
Pairings: W/S, S/A, Xander/Cordelia, soon to add Angel to the W/S mix. Possibly some Watcher fun too. Mostly cause I'm a big whore. ;)
Rating: Series, NC-17. This part, R for naked vampires and naughty activities.
A/N: you should probably read the earlier parts to this.
#1, Believing the Impossible
#2, Lost and Found
#3, part the first; Information Overload, part 1
Same day, later that night
Angel stepped out of the shower, towel drying his hair and trying not to brood. He and Gunn had come back from the nest earlier to find everyone sitting in the lobby of the hotel, all involved in their own projects.
Wes and Giles had their heads together over a book, not unusual for Watchers, not at all. What was unusual was what Angel could smell on them. Lust. For each other.
He supposed it was just a matter of time, after all. God knows everyone *else* was having loud sex. Except for him. And that thought led him into brooding again, and he tried to blink away the thoughts as he pulled the towel off his head and made to dry off the rest of his body.
Only Spike was sitting in his living room staring. Obviously staring. Angel squeaked and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. "What the hell are you doing in here, Spike?"
If vampires could blush, he might. Christ, his childe looked so good sitting there, no, not sitting. Sprawled there, more like. One hand thrown over the arm of the chair, the other nonchalantly placed over his lap, which did nothing to hide the erection.
"Seen you naked plenty of times before, Peaches," Spike said, vaguely enjoying his sire's discomfort, but too occupied to tease more than a perfunctory amount.
"It's different now," Angel muttered, stalking over to his dressing and retrieving clothes. He was sure he was getting clothes. Top, bottom. Something to make him not naked. Or aroused. De-lusting charm wouldn't go amiss at this point. "Dammit!" he swore, pounding a fist into the top of the chest and closing his eyes.
Spike stood up and approached Angel warily. "Peaches...Angel."
"No, Spike. Don't DO this." Angel spun around and glared at the blond, trying to make it his problem, instead of Angel's. "Don't make this harder than it already is."
Taken aback, Spike stopped, and his face did that adorable 'huh' thing he did when he was trying to work something out in his head. "Do you want us to leave, mate? I didn't want to come here and be a burden to you. It crossed my mind, but this is bigger than any problems you and I've got."
Angel turned to face his childe, eyes hooded with internal misery. "You aren't a burden to me. Either of you." Slowly, the tall vampire moved to the couch and dropped onto it, eyes still locked on Spike. "You and I...we've been trying. But there's still something there, something more than friendship. We both know it. I'd bet everyone else knows it...except for maybe Willow. Pregnant and all."
Spike cocked an eyebrow. Where exactly was his sire going with all this? "Angel,"
The brunette held up a hand. "No, let me finish." Then he stopped. So much for finishing. Spike sighed and took a seat next to Angel, back pressed against the armrest so he was facing the other man.
Too many thoughts were crashing around in Angel's brain to make this work. Verbally, anyway. Suddenly he twisted and lunged forward, fusing his lips to Spike's with an intensity neither of them had had with each other since before. Long before.
Spike moaned and slid down unconsiously as his sire took control of this kiss, tongues battling for dominance in a relationship that hadn't really changed, not really, in a hundred years.
Hands tangled in hair, light and dark and Angel's leg slid up to press firmly between Spike's legs.
Angel fought with Spike's t-shirt and finally gripped it with both hands and tore, the sound echoing through the room. He abandoned the kiss and traced his way down Spike's neck, stopping occasionally to bite and tease the pale flesh of the vampire writhing beneath his body, reveling in this, what they had both denied themselves for so long. The claiming between sire and childe. Renewed.
**********
Willow stood silently by the doorway, having entered just after Angel kissed Spike and not having left. She had, however, taken the prudence of shutting the door. No need for anyone *else* to see what was hers.
Heat flowed through her body as she watched her mate and his sire kiss on the sofa, wondering just how long it would take before A: they fell off, B: the noticed her, or C: all of the above.
Angel was completely naked, the towel having gone the way of the dodo with a little help from Spike. And he was on bottom now.
Willow had known, she had always known, that Spike and Angel needed each other. What she hadn't known, until they moved down here, was that her old crush on Angel was more powerful when she was around him every day, watching him take care of her, Cordy, even Wes and Gunn.
His family. And she knew she wanted to be a part of that family. Whenever she thought about Spike, and the future, somehow it always included Angel. In their bed, in their lives. With them. She needed Angel and Spike. And ever since that prophecy had been translated, she knew it was right.
Because Angel needed her and Spike too. And if they didn't love each other, she didn't know what love was. She was in love with Spike, always had been, and falling in love with Angel was as natural to her as kissing Spike every day.
The redhead grinned and pressed a hand over her stomach. She'd go find food and let the boys play alone. They deserved the first time to be alone. After all, she had eternity with them, if she had her way.
END
Series: Unbelievable #3
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: Joss
Warnings: Slash, pregnancy.
Pairings: W/S, S/A, Xander/Cordelia, soon to add Angel to the W/S mix. Possibly some Watcher fun too. Mostly cause I'm a big whore. ;)
Rating: Series, NC-17. This part, R for naked vampires and naughty activities.
A/N: you should probably read the earlier parts to this.
#1, Believing the Impossible
#2, Lost and Found
#3, part the first; Information Overload, part 1
Same day, later that night
Angel stepped out of the shower, towel drying his hair and trying not to brood. He and Gunn had come back from the nest earlier to find everyone sitting in the lobby of the hotel, all involved in their own projects.
Wes and Giles had their heads together over a book, not unusual for Watchers, not at all. What was unusual was what Angel could smell on them. Lust. For each other.
He supposed it was just a matter of time, after all. God knows everyone *else* was having loud sex. Except for him. And that thought led him into brooding again, and he tried to blink away the thoughts as he pulled the towel off his head and made to dry off the rest of his body.
Only Spike was sitting in his living room staring. Obviously staring. Angel squeaked and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. "What the hell are you doing in here, Spike?"
If vampires could blush, he might. Christ, his childe looked so good sitting there, no, not sitting. Sprawled there, more like. One hand thrown over the arm of the chair, the other nonchalantly placed over his lap, which did nothing to hide the erection.
"Seen you naked plenty of times before, Peaches," Spike said, vaguely enjoying his sire's discomfort, but too occupied to tease more than a perfunctory amount.
"It's different now," Angel muttered, stalking over to his dressing and retrieving clothes. He was sure he was getting clothes. Top, bottom. Something to make him not naked. Or aroused. De-lusting charm wouldn't go amiss at this point. "Dammit!" he swore, pounding a fist into the top of the chest and closing his eyes.
Spike stood up and approached Angel warily. "Peaches...Angel."
"No, Spike. Don't DO this." Angel spun around and glared at the blond, trying to make it his problem, instead of Angel's. "Don't make this harder than it already is."
Taken aback, Spike stopped, and his face did that adorable 'huh' thing he did when he was trying to work something out in his head. "Do you want us to leave, mate? I didn't want to come here and be a burden to you. It crossed my mind, but this is bigger than any problems you and I've got."
Angel turned to face his childe, eyes hooded with internal misery. "You aren't a burden to me. Either of you." Slowly, the tall vampire moved to the couch and dropped onto it, eyes still locked on Spike. "You and I...we've been trying. But there's still something there, something more than friendship. We both know it. I'd bet everyone else knows it...except for maybe Willow. Pregnant and all."
Spike cocked an eyebrow. Where exactly was his sire going with all this? "Angel,"
The brunette held up a hand. "No, let me finish." Then he stopped. So much for finishing. Spike sighed and took a seat next to Angel, back pressed against the armrest so he was facing the other man.
Too many thoughts were crashing around in Angel's brain to make this work. Verbally, anyway. Suddenly he twisted and lunged forward, fusing his lips to Spike's with an intensity neither of them had had with each other since before. Long before.
Spike moaned and slid down unconsiously as his sire took control of this kiss, tongues battling for dominance in a relationship that hadn't really changed, not really, in a hundred years.
Hands tangled in hair, light and dark and Angel's leg slid up to press firmly between Spike's legs.
Angel fought with Spike's t-shirt and finally gripped it with both hands and tore, the sound echoing through the room. He abandoned the kiss and traced his way down Spike's neck, stopping occasionally to bite and tease the pale flesh of the vampire writhing beneath his body, reveling in this, what they had both denied themselves for so long. The claiming between sire and childe. Renewed.
**********
Willow stood silently by the doorway, having entered just after Angel kissed Spike and not having left. She had, however, taken the prudence of shutting the door. No need for anyone *else* to see what was hers.
Heat flowed through her body as she watched her mate and his sire kiss on the sofa, wondering just how long it would take before A: they fell off, B: the noticed her, or C: all of the above.
Angel was completely naked, the towel having gone the way of the dodo with a little help from Spike. And he was on bottom now.
Willow had known, she had always known, that Spike and Angel needed each other. What she hadn't known, until they moved down here, was that her old crush on Angel was more powerful when she was around him every day, watching him take care of her, Cordy, even Wes and Gunn.
His family. And she knew she wanted to be a part of that family. Whenever she thought about Spike, and the future, somehow it always included Angel. In their bed, in their lives. With them. She needed Angel and Spike. And ever since that prophecy had been translated, she knew it was right.
Because Angel needed her and Spike too. And if they didn't love each other, she didn't know what love was. She was in love with Spike, always had been, and falling in love with Angel was as natural to her as kissing Spike every day.
The redhead grinned and pressed a hand over her stomach. She'd go find food and let the boys play alone. They deserved the first time to be alone. After all, she had eternity with them, if she had her way.
END