Tag fic
I'm giving this a home of it's own. A little tag fic ladycat777 and I started.
S/X in L.A. with A/G/W. Whackiness so far.
Xander wasn't sure who the big black guy with the cue-ball shiny head was. He knew he definitely didn't like the way said big black guy was eyeing them up and down.
So he tugged Spike even closer in his arms and debated which swooning or simpering expression would make the big black guy have the same pained oh-god-make-it-all-go-away-expression Angel was currently sporting. Hey, as responses went, it was the most interesting. Also, Spike was going to whap him. Or kiss him; isolence from Xander usually earned both responses, the only question was how long in between and which was first.
"I'm Xander. This is Spike. That's Angel, you're a guy I don't know, and you have this big giant hotel and Spike and I figured why should we have to pay money to a real hotel. Since we're hear to help you."
Xander finished all of that with his broadest, biggest, cheekiest smile.
"Um. Okay. Well, I'm Gunn. And, huh?" He turned to Angel. "You wanna explain what exactly they're here to help us with?"
Angel looked back and forth from Gunn to Spike and Xander then finally settled on Spike. "What are you doing here?"
Spike shrugged. "Like he said, we're here to help."
Angel continued staring at Spike, Gunn stared at Angel, and Xander looked around. "Nice place. Cordy was right, there's plenty of room for us to make all kinds of noises and not bother anyone." He stepped behind Spike and slipped his arms around his waist.
"Noise?" Angel's voice cracked.
"I think your boys are together," Gunn replied.
Spike was snickering. Not out loud or anything, but Xander recognized that 'gonna laugh like a hyena in private' tension in Spike's body. "Did you miss the pda's?" he asked innocently. Angel looked like he was going to burst from woodenness. "Or maybe they weren't blatant enough. Hey, Spike, feel like kissing in front of your. . . whatever Angel is?"
"What? I don't--"
Spike ignored Angel's flustering and twisted around to smirk. "We talking a peck or a bend one of us back romantic-swoon kinda thing?"
Xander's grin was malicious. "Which do you want?"
Spike responded by spinning around and dipping Xander faster than he could blink. Xander's hands came up and raked through his hair as their mouths came together. With one hand Spike held Xander's lower back and when he pulled Xander's body tight to his own they groaned into each others' mouths.
"How come you never kiss me like that?" Gunn muttered.
At the words Spike and Xander stopped kissing and stood to face Angel. Angel, of course, looked like he wanted to crawl into the sewers and hide. Xander blinked and then turned to Spike. "Did he just say what I thought he said?"
"Yep. Angel never puts on a show like that." Everyone turned to see Cordy standing in the doorway. "Not even when Wesley's involved. Though Gunn and Wesley on their own? They know how to entertain a girl."
Angel and Wesley? Angel and Wesley and Gunn? Xander let his mind spin and then pouted at Cordy. "No fair!"
She grinned at him. "Welcome to the all-gay, all the time show," she quipped. "You two will fit right in here. And please, feel free to be as showy as you want. You aren't any prettier than when I was dating you, but Spike's pretty enough for three."
Kicking his preening boyfriend, Xander turned his pout onto Angel. "Two?"
And finally Angel smiled. "Two." He nodded and wrapped an arm around Gunn.
"Oh sure. Now you get all lovey-dovey in public. I don't think so." Gunn pulled away. "I'm not gonna be manipulated by you. Just cause your," he motioned to Spike and Xander, "whatever is here and you want to impress him and his boyfriend, doesn't mean you can all of a sudden change the way you treat me."
"Oh good. I was worried you two might get along better without me than with me. How silly of me." Now everyone turned to see Wesley coming down the stairs. "Spike, Xander," he nodded before turning a fierce gaze on Angel. "May I speak to you in private."
Angel closed his eyed and sighed, then looked at Wesley and started for the office.
"Sure. Just leave me here. No problem, guys." Gunn sat down on the steps.
Xander released Spike -- well, except for the handholding, how deprived should a man be? -- and peered after the departing Angel. "Uh, did we get someone in trouble? Cause we didn't mean to."
"This time, anyway. So, come on, Smith & Wesson. Spill the beans on Percy there."
"Smith and What? Percy?"
"Spike doesn't call anyone by their real name, get used to it, don't make a fuss, nothing makes him stop. And seriously, what's up with Wesley? Did Angel put peanut butter in the sheets or something?"
"Does it make a difference that my name is Charles Gunn and I just go by my last name?"
"Nope. Just gives him even more options for nicknames."
"Right." Gunn stared at the office window. The blinds were closed so he couldn't see what was going on inside. He turned to Xander, confusion on his face. "I don't know what's wrong with Wesley, but no. No peanut butter in the sheets. At least not an hour ago when I woke up. So, you never did explain what you were here to help with." Without waiting for an answer, Gunn's eyes returned to watching the office, waiting for his lovers to emerge.
"Slayer said there was something big and bad brewing. She also said you'd need this." Removing a small paper pamphlet, Spike held it up without handing it over. "Actually, the Watcher said you would, but it was her who told us to deliver it. Charlie."
"And what he's not saying is that Buffy told us to go just so we could get out of her hair. Well, mostly. We're probably the only ones that could go, really."
"Love, I keep telling you, you'll get another job!"
Xander waved Spike's words away, too busy watching Gunn. The other guy was getting more and more tense. "You okay?"
Gunn looked like he was ready to explode. He was jittery and it was amazing that he was still actually sitting on the step. He kept flexing like he was going to stand and then relaxing. Flexing. Relaxing. Xander noticed that his hands were curled into fists.
"Angel's not always the best at relationships." Gunn and Xander both turned to stare at Spike. "What?"
"Oh please," Cordy piped in from behind the desk. "Don't tell me you guys didn't know that Angel and Spike got it on back in the old days."
Now everyone turned to Cordy. Xander was getting dizzy looking from one person to the next.
Spike grinned. "We got it on all right. All blood and fucking. Good times, that."
Cordy put up a hand. "Thanks. Don't need the details."
Spike was about to treat her to some despite the protest, when Gunn suddenly bolted for the office door. He threw the door open and yelled, "What the hell is going on?"
The opened door revealed Angel sitting across from the desk, Wesley behind it. Both of them looked furious, thunderclouds of anger darkening their features.
Xander trailed behind Charles Gunn, wondering what the hell they'd gotten into. Buffy had said go, so he'd gone, but this... "Hi. Want a neutral party to mediate? Also, I have something dry and dusty for you."
Wesley didn't even glance up, continuing to stare jagged bolts at Angel. "Yes, thank you. Have a good drive back to Sunnydale."
Spike freed his mouth with a bite and a glare. "What my idiot is saying is that we aren't leaving. And whatever Angel did, he didn't mean it -- he's too stupid to have planned out whatever's pissing you off this much."
Angel turned his glare to Spike. "Could you and Xander give us a minute alone? Please?"
The please took Spike by surprise, but he nodded and pulled Xander out the door. "You just called me your 'idiot'? I don't appreciate that Spike."
Gunn closed the door behind them and looked from Angel to Wesley to Angel. "Well? You gonna fill me in?"
Wesley looked up at Gunn. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to be excluded. I just didn't want to speak in front of our guests."
Gunn dropped into the chair next to Angel. "What's the deal? Why'd you call Buffy and why'd she send them?"
"I didn't think she'd send them."
"Better question," Angel asked sharply. "Why'd you act so pissed and not ask Gunn to come in too?"
"I'm sorry I didn't invite you, Gunn. It was not intentional. But let's not divert the conversation from the real subject. Why don't you tell Gunn about the prophecy, Angel."
"Prophecy?" Gunn's eyebrows raised. "What is it this time? Another apocolypse causing baby? We haven't had a birth around here recently."
Angel leaned forward in his seat and stared at the floor. "Yes."
"Yes?" Gunn looked from Angel to Wesley. "Yes what? Yes another apocolypse or yes another baby?"
"Possibly both," Wesley said. "It seems that Angel's supposed to have a child with the Slayer and she will end the Slayer line and that child will destroy the Council."
"So why'd Buffy send Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"
"I, uh, told Wesley not to tell Buffy that part?"
"You askin' me or tellin' me," Gunn shot back, an old argument that didn't make him smile this time. "Not so sure I wanna share you with something blond and skinny. Spike doesn't count."
Angel snorted. "Like Xander would let me close enough to try?"
S/X in L.A. with A/G/W. Whackiness so far.
Xander wasn't sure who the big black guy with the cue-ball shiny head was. He knew he definitely didn't like the way said big black guy was eyeing them up and down.
So he tugged Spike even closer in his arms and debated which swooning or simpering expression would make the big black guy have the same pained oh-god-make-it-all-go-away-expression Angel was currently sporting. Hey, as responses went, it was the most interesting. Also, Spike was going to whap him. Or kiss him; isolence from Xander usually earned both responses, the only question was how long in between and which was first.
"I'm Xander. This is Spike. That's Angel, you're a guy I don't know, and you have this big giant hotel and Spike and I figured why should we have to pay money to a real hotel. Since we're hear to help you."
Xander finished all of that with his broadest, biggest, cheekiest smile.
"Um. Okay. Well, I'm Gunn. And, huh?" He turned to Angel. "You wanna explain what exactly they're here to help us with?"
Angel looked back and forth from Gunn to Spike and Xander then finally settled on Spike. "What are you doing here?"
Spike shrugged. "Like he said, we're here to help."
Angel continued staring at Spike, Gunn stared at Angel, and Xander looked around. "Nice place. Cordy was right, there's plenty of room for us to make all kinds of noises and not bother anyone." He stepped behind Spike and slipped his arms around his waist.
"Noise?" Angel's voice cracked.
"I think your boys are together," Gunn replied.
Spike was snickering. Not out loud or anything, but Xander recognized that 'gonna laugh like a hyena in private' tension in Spike's body. "Did you miss the pda's?" he asked innocently. Angel looked like he was going to burst from woodenness. "Or maybe they weren't blatant enough. Hey, Spike, feel like kissing in front of your. . . whatever Angel is?"
"What? I don't--"
Spike ignored Angel's flustering and twisted around to smirk. "We talking a peck or a bend one of us back romantic-swoon kinda thing?"
Xander's grin was malicious. "Which do you want?"
Spike responded by spinning around and dipping Xander faster than he could blink. Xander's hands came up and raked through his hair as their mouths came together. With one hand Spike held Xander's lower back and when he pulled Xander's body tight to his own they groaned into each others' mouths.
"How come you never kiss me like that?" Gunn muttered.
At the words Spike and Xander stopped kissing and stood to face Angel. Angel, of course, looked like he wanted to crawl into the sewers and hide. Xander blinked and then turned to Spike. "Did he just say what I thought he said?"
"Yep. Angel never puts on a show like that." Everyone turned to see Cordy standing in the doorway. "Not even when Wesley's involved. Though Gunn and Wesley on their own? They know how to entertain a girl."
Angel and Wesley? Angel and Wesley and Gunn? Xander let his mind spin and then pouted at Cordy. "No fair!"
She grinned at him. "Welcome to the all-gay, all the time show," she quipped. "You two will fit right in here. And please, feel free to be as showy as you want. You aren't any prettier than when I was dating you, but Spike's pretty enough for three."
Kicking his preening boyfriend, Xander turned his pout onto Angel. "Two?"
And finally Angel smiled. "Two." He nodded and wrapped an arm around Gunn.
"Oh sure. Now you get all lovey-dovey in public. I don't think so." Gunn pulled away. "I'm not gonna be manipulated by you. Just cause your," he motioned to Spike and Xander, "whatever is here and you want to impress him and his boyfriend, doesn't mean you can all of a sudden change the way you treat me."
"Oh good. I was worried you two might get along better without me than with me. How silly of me." Now everyone turned to see Wesley coming down the stairs. "Spike, Xander," he nodded before turning a fierce gaze on Angel. "May I speak to you in private."
Angel closed his eyed and sighed, then looked at Wesley and started for the office.
"Sure. Just leave me here. No problem, guys." Gunn sat down on the steps.
Xander released Spike -- well, except for the handholding, how deprived should a man be? -- and peered after the departing Angel. "Uh, did we get someone in trouble? Cause we didn't mean to."
"This time, anyway. So, come on, Smith & Wesson. Spill the beans on Percy there."
"Smith and What? Percy?"
"Spike doesn't call anyone by their real name, get used to it, don't make a fuss, nothing makes him stop. And seriously, what's up with Wesley? Did Angel put peanut butter in the sheets or something?"
"Does it make a difference that my name is Charles Gunn and I just go by my last name?"
"Nope. Just gives him even more options for nicknames."
"Right." Gunn stared at the office window. The blinds were closed so he couldn't see what was going on inside. He turned to Xander, confusion on his face. "I don't know what's wrong with Wesley, but no. No peanut butter in the sheets. At least not an hour ago when I woke up. So, you never did explain what you were here to help with." Without waiting for an answer, Gunn's eyes returned to watching the office, waiting for his lovers to emerge.
"Slayer said there was something big and bad brewing. She also said you'd need this." Removing a small paper pamphlet, Spike held it up without handing it over. "Actually, the Watcher said you would, but it was her who told us to deliver it. Charlie."
"And what he's not saying is that Buffy told us to go just so we could get out of her hair. Well, mostly. We're probably the only ones that could go, really."
"Love, I keep telling you, you'll get another job!"
Xander waved Spike's words away, too busy watching Gunn. The other guy was getting more and more tense. "You okay?"
Gunn looked like he was ready to explode. He was jittery and it was amazing that he was still actually sitting on the step. He kept flexing like he was going to stand and then relaxing. Flexing. Relaxing. Xander noticed that his hands were curled into fists.
"Angel's not always the best at relationships." Gunn and Xander both turned to stare at Spike. "What?"
"Oh please," Cordy piped in from behind the desk. "Don't tell me you guys didn't know that Angel and Spike got it on back in the old days."
Now everyone turned to Cordy. Xander was getting dizzy looking from one person to the next.
Spike grinned. "We got it on all right. All blood and fucking. Good times, that."
Cordy put up a hand. "Thanks. Don't need the details."
Spike was about to treat her to some despite the protest, when Gunn suddenly bolted for the office door. He threw the door open and yelled, "What the hell is going on?"
The opened door revealed Angel sitting across from the desk, Wesley behind it. Both of them looked furious, thunderclouds of anger darkening their features.
Xander trailed behind Charles Gunn, wondering what the hell they'd gotten into. Buffy had said go, so he'd gone, but this... "Hi. Want a neutral party to mediate? Also, I have something dry and dusty for you."
Wesley didn't even glance up, continuing to stare jagged bolts at Angel. "Yes, thank you. Have a good drive back to Sunnydale."
Spike freed his mouth with a bite and a glare. "What my idiot is saying is that we aren't leaving. And whatever Angel did, he didn't mean it -- he's too stupid to have planned out whatever's pissing you off this much."
Angel turned his glare to Spike. "Could you and Xander give us a minute alone? Please?"
The please took Spike by surprise, but he nodded and pulled Xander out the door. "You just called me your 'idiot'? I don't appreciate that Spike."
Gunn closed the door behind them and looked from Angel to Wesley to Angel. "Well? You gonna fill me in?"
Wesley looked up at Gunn. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to be excluded. I just didn't want to speak in front of our guests."
Gunn dropped into the chair next to Angel. "What's the deal? Why'd you call Buffy and why'd she send them?"
"I didn't think she'd send them."
"Better question," Angel asked sharply. "Why'd you act so pissed and not ask Gunn to come in too?"
"I'm sorry I didn't invite you, Gunn. It was not intentional. But let's not divert the conversation from the real subject. Why don't you tell Gunn about the prophecy, Angel."
"Prophecy?" Gunn's eyebrows raised. "What is it this time? Another apocolypse causing baby? We haven't had a birth around here recently."
Angel leaned forward in his seat and stared at the floor. "Yes."
"Yes?" Gunn looked from Angel to Wesley. "Yes what? Yes another apocolypse or yes another baby?"
"Possibly both," Wesley said. "It seems that Angel's supposed to have a child with the Slayer and she will end the Slayer line and that child will destroy the Council."
"So why'd Buffy send Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"
"I, uh, told Wesley not to tell Buffy that part?"
"You askin' me or tellin' me," Gunn shot back, an old argument that didn't make him smile this time. "Not so sure I wanna share you with something blond and skinny. Spike doesn't count."
Angel snorted. "Like Xander would let me close enough to try?"