I seem to be struck by you.

[rudolphofvamps]

Who: two rudolphofvamps slipperysoul
When: idk today before sirens
Where: Angel's hotel room/hallway/stairwell....
Summary: Spike goes to PUNCH ANGEL IN THE FACE. No really that's it.
Warnings: vio...lence...

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[slipperysoul]

[ Admittedly, Angel had his suspicions that he'd be seeing Spike sometime soon, in some sort of violent fashion. Maybe it'd be another week or two, but he'd be back and they'd once again figure out how to fall into their old ways. If only because they always found their way back somehow; despite how badly they tried to tell not only each other, but themselves, that they never wanted to.

He just didn't expect it so soon. Or quite so painfully.

Not to say that he didn't deserve it. Angel was well aware of the sort of things he deserved as he reeled back from the punch, hand flying to his face as the blood near instantly began to run. Normally he wouldn't be bothered by the pain, but it was more of the shock that did him in, taking a step back. And then he was narrowing his gaze; Angel had always been bothered by Spike's need to throw himself into his violence. Which was exactly how he knew things had been set back into place.

Except for his nose, that was definitely broken. ] We're not even close. [ And then he honed in,

[rudolphofvamps]

[At first, he almost doesn't expect Angel to fight back, though the shock doesn't keep him down for long--all too pleased with himself when he hears the sound of Angel's nose cracking, echoing in his head.

It doesn't keep him down for long, putting up his arm to block while he wrenches himself out of Angel's grasp, aiming his own just under the vampire's ribcage as he grits his teeth.] You should just leave it, Sire.

[slipperysoul]

Save it, Spike. [ If he wasn't more than happy to embroil himself in this whole fighting thing, he'd probably be rolling his eyes incredibly hard right now, not feeling it necessary to tell Spike what exactly it is he should be saving. It's that name though, that nearly makes him cringe, every single time.

But as it were, he is fighting, hardly bothered by the hit as he twists slightly, trying to get in a solid kick to Spike's middle in an attempt to get him to back away a few feet. ] Might as well make yourself feel better.

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[He stumbles back, grin never wavering as he grapples for a hold on Angel's coat, trying to drag him out into the hall.]

Offering to be my punching bag? Have to say, I could get used to this. [He throws another punch for Angel's face, then another and another, sure at least one of them has to connect as he veritably struggles with himself for control.]

[slipperysoul]

Not exactly. [ He's walking himself backwards with each punch, trying to gage his next move and contemplating with every step the benefits. Granted, he knows he should have simply stopped after Spike's first punch, that he shouldn't have wanted or even needed to get some hits of his own in afterwards.

But Spike had said it best himself, they were both only good at a few things, fighting being one of them.

It's Spike's fist clipping his face that has him grabbing for the other man's wrist, twisting it back as he pushed him back hard against the nearest wall, using the force of it to recoil himself backwards a few more steps. But despite his efforts, there wasn't not nearly as much bite to Angel's side of the fight as there was to Spike's. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike laughs, shoving Angel off of him, slamming him into the opposite wall. He freezes there, a moment, recognizing something in Angel before his elbow is slamming for his jaw. This moment may not be wholly real, but neither was their shared intimacy a week ago. None of what they have is real and Spike just wants to crush it until he can't recognize it anymore.]

Take what I can get then. [he gruffs out, kneeing Angel where his kidneys should have been.]

[slipperysoul]

[ Angel knew exactly what Spike was doing, and he couldn't help but think there was perhaps the slightest bit of merit to it. Not that it would do a single thing to fix anything when they got right down to it, but that hardly mattered anymore. Not in the grand scheme of things.

Taking the blow as his expression turned all the darker, he slipped around Spike, aiming a quick upshot to his ribs as threw another one at Spike's face. ] Is this the only thing you came all this way for, or did you want something else?

[rudolphofvamps]

I know I'm irresistible, Peaches, but don't tell me you still want to slip it to me after you've come to your senses. [Wiping some blood from his face, he's landing a blow to send Angel clear across the hall, stalking after him as he cracks his neck.]

You know as good as me, this is all we've got left.

[slipperysoul]

[ It was that particular sentiment that had Angel quick to snarling, suddenly all the more invested in the fight. Defensive, maybe. But he was upset in general, by his own behavior, by the connotation, by everything, that Spike wasn't the only one who could use his rage to fuel this. ]

You're the one who came calling, don't lay this on me. [ Popping himself back upright, he walks his way back to meet Spike somewhere in the middle, already on the defensive to meet any of Spike's potential hits by gaining an uppercut to his chin before aiming an equally enraged kick to get him as far away as possible. ]

Just couldn't stay away, huh.

[rudolphofvamps]

[His smile is bloody, but it never wavers, spin-kick landing Angel at the top of the stairs as he once again hurries after to catch up.]

Wasn't me who did the calling last week though, was it. [He drops to the ground, pouncing on Angel and grabbing his shirt] But you said it yourself. [punctuated by another hit] I'm your favorite.

[slipperysoul]

[ Grabbing Spike by the throat to keep him at least somewhat held back, Angel willingly takes the few blows considering there's nothing he can do it about it, before grabbing Spike wrist tossing in one of his own. ]

Do I need to remind who was begging for it? Wasn't me who would've gotten on his knees. [ and another punch before he's grabbing for Spike's arm with his other hand, making with an attempt to wrench Spike off of him. ] Want me to fix it now, Spikey?

[rudolphofvamps]

[That finally makes his smile drop, growling not an inch from Angel's mouth as he holds his ground. He can't feel anything, except rage, and he knows that's exactly what Angel's going for. He can't exactly be bothered to change it now, even if he knows it won't feel any better. That Angel can't fix it, and neither can he. It's irreparable and he's not sure he wants it fixed besides.]

Would you look at that? [He wrenches out of Angel's grip, almost like it was easy for him when really it was a near thing, dangling the larger vampire over the stairwell as he stands once again.] Big stairs.

[slipperysoul]

[ Oh. Great. The threat of falling any number of flights was suddenly looming, but he wasn't about to ask Spike to put him down or beg for any kind of pull back. He knew he couldn't fix this, just like he couldn't fix any number of other things and it hurt and he hated it, but this is where they were. Years upon years of regret and they could do nothing but blame themselves for.

This is what they'd become. And while there was no use in fighting against it, they might as well live with it because what else were they gonna do. ]

Aren't they? Looked even bigger when we first moved in, but you get used to it. [ He kicked his feet a bit, looking over slightly to see if he could possibly grab hold of the edge before Spike dropped him, if not after. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[He hesitated, just long enough, and he hated himself for letting Angel get the upperhand again but his sire had almost looked frightened, and maybe he could just be satisfied with that. Did he really want to make this any worse? Did it get any worse than where they already were? Did anything he did even come close to mattering?] Had enough? [Like it had been an intentional falter, and he makes it damn convincing.]

[slipperysoul]

Depends on your definition. [ Angel wasn't exactly scared per se... alright, well, maybe he was in the sense that he didn't want to fall. There was only so much footing you could get from a fall like this and he didn't exactly want to end up in a wheelchair for the next month.

Though, that would be ironic. In a hideous kind of way. But moments like this always had him thinking about how things would never change, get any better between them or anyone else. And yet while none of it felt real, it still was. Because they were the ones who knew each other best, whether or not they wanted to admit it. ] If you're gonna do it, you might as well do it already Spike. Got things to do.

[rudolphofvamps]

[He very nearly let go, fingers barely grasping in the material of Angel's jacket. But he wasn't Angel, would never be. No matter what the other vampire did to him, he wouldn't be cruel without a meaning. And with the Cup of Torment still so fresh in his mind, it took some of the urgency from the fight--knowing for the first time in his unlife that he could win this fight. But it made him feel emptier somehow.

Tightening his grip, he reeled Angel in close, face hovering an inch from his. Turning slightly, Spike released him - safely - to the carpet. He couldn't stop himself from getting one last lick in however, Angel's scent still lingering thickly even as he moved in past it, headbutting the taller man.] Hot date, Peaches? Oh, that's right, I almost forgot--you can't get all that hot and heavy anymore.

[He steps over Angel, moving slowly towards the elevator.] Get on with your errands. We're done here.