bunny!Spike...the startling conclusion
by the lovely and talented sueworld2003
previous parts are here
Angel was zen with the possibility that Spike would be a bunny forever.
Wes had been working on a reversal spell for three weeks, to no avail. During that time, Spike had become a sort of mascot for Angel Investigations. Even Cordelia had long stopped wanting to make him into a piece of outerwear.
And Gunn had finally learned to heed Angel’s warning about not feeding him by hand when he almost lost a chunk of his finger.
Spike was good for them. They said pets extended your lifespan. They had even celebrated Easter this year in his honor. Though Angel didn’t really think Spike had appreciated the little yellow felt beak they had strapped over his twitchy nose.
At least, he concluded as much from the turd he later found in his coat pocket. He’d long since stopped asking himself how in the hell Spike got into the closet, because that was not the first time he’d found such a gift.
They were in their usual bedtime positions. Spike was cuddled against his breastbone, tucked up under his chin as always. He was such a tiny little bunny. Angel could practically engulf him with his whole hand.
Then again, he wasn’t that big of a guy.
Spike liked the attention, the little whore. He always had. When Angel stroked the soft indentation behind his ears, he got this hazy, blissed-out look in his eyes. His foot twitched woozily.
“It is kind of nice, the way you let me take care of you now. There is one thing about your human form I’m gonna miss though.” BunnySpike perked up, ears twitching to alertness. “I always liked your poems.”
There was a significant pause and then puff of smoke, and suddenly Angel was staring into too-close blue eyes, attached to a very naked, very not-bunny Spike.
They blinked at one another in surprise.
Spike recovered first. “You are such a poofter.”
Angel didn’t know what the appropriate response was in this situation. He never would have admitted that to Spike Spike. They blinked at one another some more.
Neither of them got up to move apart. Having tried Offense, Spike switched to Defense.
“You mention this to anyone, and I’ll kill you.”
Angel smirked. “The way you killed the big, bad peeps?”
Spike was silent for a beat. “That’s on your head. Should make for a satisfying afternoon brood.”
“Over marshmallows?”
“How the fuck should I know what gets your soully rocks off?”
“Spike?”
“What.”
“How’d you change back? We were just…Wesley isn’t even working right now.”
There was nothing but silence. Spike’s eye was twitching.
“Spike?”
The former rabbit mumbled something against his chest.
“What?”
“Itmademehappy.”
Angel blinked. “It made you-”
“Happy.”
“When I said I liked your-?”
“Bloody. Awful. Poetry. Yes, Liam, it made me perfectly happy.”’
“Perfectly-”
“Happy. Yes.”
Angel considered that for a minute. This could make really great blackmail material, but first he’d have to admit what he’d said, and that was just…no. That was too mortifying.
“Probably better for both of us if we never mentioned that.”
“Wanna snuggle some more?”
Spike frowned at him and then shrugged. “Yeah, alright.”
He lay his head back down. Angel petted it. It was still soft, and fluffy.
Thus endeth the bunny!Spike