Fic: Assassin Part 3 FRAO
I decided to make this a series.. maybe five or six chappie long.... as for the Sweetest Sin... I'm still working on it.. I got stuck .... lol!
Title: Assassin part 3
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: frao
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
PART THREE:
Angel looked at the person before him with trepidation. He still wasn’t sure whether he should believe what he… she… whatever… was saying. He wasn’t even sure if he could believe it.
Spike looked at Angel and noticed the man’s anxiety. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Angel shook his head, no, and then added hysterically, “I don’t even know if I should call you a he or a she!”
Spike smiled sadly, “Technically, I’m still a male… I only had breast augmentation.”
Angel looked at Spike. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s currently confused and frankly, lost. “What do you want? I’m not really getting why you’re doing this.”
“To get to you.” Spike replied casually as he draped himself over the sofa, his skirt riding higher and showing that he had a lacy black thong, and that’s when Angel saw the proof of Spike’s masculinity.
“You really are a boy!” Angel said, his eyes glued to Spike’s crotch.
Spike let out a sly grin. “That makes you gay, then?”
Snapping out of his daze, Angel asked incredulously, “What makes you think that?”
“You were feeling me up really heavy before the commandos broke in.”
Angel was speechless.
New York, Wolfram and Hart NY branch
Lindsey was seated behind his desk when Marcus came in. Lindsey looked up from the paperwork he’s been fawning over and let out a wide grin. “Hammie!” Lindsey pushed away from the desk with vigor and skipped happily towards the man.
Hamilton couldn’t suppress a smile that came with the thought that Lindsey only showed him this kind of excitement. “Mister McDonald.” He nodded, feigning ignorance.
Lindsey stopped a couple of inches away from the tall man and pouted, “Now, that’s not funny, Hammie.”
Letting out a small chuckle, Hamilton pulled Lindsey into a hug. “C’mon, let’s head up to the penthouse, you’re done for the day.”
~@~
Angel’s Apartment, Los Angeles
After a few tense moments, Spike watched Angel’s face and filed away each and every facial expression he made. Smirking, she stood up and said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay here now, what do ya say, we head to my apartment?”
Angel looked up at the person looming over him and then smiled. “What? We’re gonna continue what we started earlier?”
Spike just smirked and walked towards the apartment. Angel followed and shut the door, not bothering with the lock.
“So, what now?” Angel said as he flopped down next to Spike on the couch and disdainfully looked at the mess around. “I just had this place cleaned!” he whined, which earned him a snicker from his companion.
Looking at Spike with a mock annoyance, “I’ll have you know, I love my place clean.”
Spike looked at Angel from head to toe and let out grunt. “Right… you have blood on your shirt and your lip is busted. Did I mention your shirt is torn in several places?”
Angel’s expression, according to Spike, is priceless. His eyebrow was twitching and it seemed like he wanted to cause a blood bath. In Angel’s mind, he wanted nothing more than to wreck havoc on whoever dared to send those amateurs to his place.
Angel was still imagining the different types of torture he could bring upon those who sent those men to his place when he felt a hand rub his thigh enticingly. “Luv, me think we should head to a hotel…”
Angel arched a brow at Spike and added stupidly, “To fuck?”
Spike burst out laughing which in turn, made Angel laugh too. A couple of minutes passed, yet both were still laughing and clutching their midsections.
Wolfram and Hart Offices
A busty blonde busted through the office doors. “Mr. McDonald! Mr. Morgan’s apartment was ambushed!”
Lindsey calmly stood up from behind his desk and picked up the phone. “Marcus, we need to fly to Los Angeles right now. Bring the cavalry.”
PART FOUR: :
A black private plane lands in LAX. Three GMC SUVs were parked on the runway along with a limo. As the door opened, Five heavily armed men make their way down followed by Lindsey and Hamilton.
A man dressed in a black pinstripe suit approaches them.
“The men are ready, sir. We’re just waiting for you and Mr. Hamilton.”
Lindsey nods and walks toward the waiting limo.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Angel and Spike check in almost 5 hours ago and were now talking about the most random things when they heard footsteps followed by an insistent knocking. Spike moved from leaning on Angel’s chest when Angel stopped him. “I’ll get it.”
Spike shrugged as Angel pushed himself off the bed and went to answer the door.
Angel looked back at Spike and admired the way his legs were slightly bent on the knees and how feminine they looked. As his gaze traveled higher, he took the time to admire the creamy skin that stretched across the slender stomach to the perfect breast to the slender neck and the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen.
Another round of insistent knocking roused him out of his gaze and sighed as he went and flung the door open. Seeing the person, or rather, people on the other side, he let out a loud sigh. “Jesus, this day just keeps on getting more fucked up by the hour!”
“Hello to you too, Mr. Morgan! A wonderful day for a stroll, no.” Lindsey said with a wide smile. Five men all dressed in white shirts and black slacks surrounded him.
Chapter Ends
Title: Assassin part 3
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: frao
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
PART THREE:
Angel looked at the person before him with trepidation. He still wasn’t sure whether he should believe what he… she… whatever… was saying. He wasn’t even sure if he could believe it.
Spike looked at Angel and noticed the man’s anxiety. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Angel shook his head, no, and then added hysterically, “I don’t even know if I should call you a he or a she!”
Spike smiled sadly, “Technically, I’m still a male… I only had breast augmentation.”
Angel looked at Spike. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s currently confused and frankly, lost. “What do you want? I’m not really getting why you’re doing this.”
“To get to you.” Spike replied casually as he draped himself over the sofa, his skirt riding higher and showing that he had a lacy black thong, and that’s when Angel saw the proof of Spike’s masculinity.
“You really are a boy!” Angel said, his eyes glued to Spike’s crotch.
Spike let out a sly grin. “That makes you gay, then?”
Snapping out of his daze, Angel asked incredulously, “What makes you think that?”
“You were feeling me up really heavy before the commandos broke in.”
Angel was speechless.
New York, Wolfram and Hart NY branch
Lindsey was seated behind his desk when Marcus came in. Lindsey looked up from the paperwork he’s been fawning over and let out a wide grin. “Hammie!” Lindsey pushed away from the desk with vigor and skipped happily towards the man.
Hamilton couldn’t suppress a smile that came with the thought that Lindsey only showed him this kind of excitement. “Mister McDonald.” He nodded, feigning ignorance.
Lindsey stopped a couple of inches away from the tall man and pouted, “Now, that’s not funny, Hammie.”
Letting out a small chuckle, Hamilton pulled Lindsey into a hug. “C’mon, let’s head up to the penthouse, you’re done for the day.”
~@~
Angel’s Apartment, Los Angeles
After a few tense moments, Spike watched Angel’s face and filed away each and every facial expression he made. Smirking, she stood up and said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay here now, what do ya say, we head to my apartment?”
Angel looked up at the person looming over him and then smiled. “What? We’re gonna continue what we started earlier?”
Spike just smirked and walked towards the apartment. Angel followed and shut the door, not bothering with the lock.
“So, what now?” Angel said as he flopped down next to Spike on the couch and disdainfully looked at the mess around. “I just had this place cleaned!” he whined, which earned him a snicker from his companion.
Looking at Spike with a mock annoyance, “I’ll have you know, I love my place clean.”
Spike looked at Angel from head to toe and let out grunt. “Right… you have blood on your shirt and your lip is busted. Did I mention your shirt is torn in several places?”
Angel’s expression, according to Spike, is priceless. His eyebrow was twitching and it seemed like he wanted to cause a blood bath. In Angel’s mind, he wanted nothing more than to wreck havoc on whoever dared to send those amateurs to his place.
Angel was still imagining the different types of torture he could bring upon those who sent those men to his place when he felt a hand rub his thigh enticingly. “Luv, me think we should head to a hotel…”
Angel arched a brow at Spike and added stupidly, “To fuck?”
Spike burst out laughing which in turn, made Angel laugh too. A couple of minutes passed, yet both were still laughing and clutching their midsections.
Wolfram and Hart Offices
A busty blonde busted through the office doors. “Mr. McDonald! Mr. Morgan’s apartment was ambushed!”
Lindsey calmly stood up from behind his desk and picked up the phone. “Marcus, we need to fly to Los Angeles right now. Bring the cavalry.”
PART FOUR: :
A black private plane lands in LAX. Three GMC SUVs were parked on the runway along with a limo. As the door opened, Five heavily armed men make their way down followed by Lindsey and Hamilton.
A man dressed in a black pinstripe suit approaches them.
“The men are ready, sir. We’re just waiting for you and Mr. Hamilton.”
Lindsey nods and walks toward the waiting limo.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Angel and Spike check in almost 5 hours ago and were now talking about the most random things when they heard footsteps followed by an insistent knocking. Spike moved from leaning on Angel’s chest when Angel stopped him. “I’ll get it.”
Spike shrugged as Angel pushed himself off the bed and went to answer the door.
Angel looked back at Spike and admired the way his legs were slightly bent on the knees and how feminine they looked. As his gaze traveled higher, he took the time to admire the creamy skin that stretched across the slender stomach to the perfect breast to the slender neck and the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen.
Another round of insistent knocking roused him out of his gaze and sighed as he went and flung the door open. Seeing the person, or rather, people on the other side, he let out a loud sigh. “Jesus, this day just keeps on getting more fucked up by the hour!”
“Hello to you too, Mr. Morgan! A wonderful day for a stroll, no.” Lindsey said with a wide smile. Five men all dressed in white shirts and black slacks surrounded him.
Chapter Ends