Almost Famous or VISS the sequel 4
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Spike/Angel, Harmony, ensemble
 
Genre: Comedy and slash.
 
Warnings: see above.
 
Disclaimer: not mine no matter how much I pretend.
 
Summary: after the graduation of the members of VISS (see here for previous story http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lilithbint&keyword=VISS&filter=all )
Spike and Angel's lives are overrun by enthusiastic fans.  Harmony comes up with an idea to get the matchmakers off their backs but will they go for it?

 
* * * * *
 
Spike knew that alcohol didn't solve anything but it certainly stopped you caring for a while anyway.
 
He couldn't believe he had let Angel goad him into admitting his feelings.  Bad things always happened to him when he admitted his feelings so he expected this to be a dozy.
 
Sooner or later Spike knew he would have to face Angel and the others but right now he was bucking for later.
 
He finished his beer and ordered another to keep the buzz going staring blankly at the girl gyrating in front of him.  The part of him, the reason he came to places like the one he was in, couldn't seem to work up the enthusiasm.  He liked the down and dirty feeling of the place, the twisted honesty of the interactions but there was no enthusiasm in him for what he was seeing.
 
He knew it and wasn't prepared to face it just yet, he just wanted to pretend.
 
* * * * *
 
Angel frowned when he entered the bar Wesley had told him Spike hung out in.  It was exactly what he had expected of Spike, dirty and tawdry with blank faced men staring at equally blank faced dancers.
 
At least Spike didn't look like he was enjoying himself and Angel was not going to think too hard about why he was glad about that.
 
"Is it helping?" he asked the blond when he reached the table.
 
"Not hurting," Spike replied without taking his eyes off the stage.
 
Carefully Angel sat down at the chair next to Spike's resisting the urge to wipe the seat first.
 
They silently watched the girl dancing neither willing to make the first move.
 
"What do you want Angel?" Spike finally asked.
 
Angel hesitated before answering not sure of his reply and not wanting to fuck it up.
 
"I want to talk," Angel finally said.
 
"Well talk then," Spike replied not looking at Angel.
 
"No here," Angel replied irritably then he softened his tone, "will you come back to the office?"
 
"Fine," Spike sighed and stood up giving the girl on stage a wink as he did so much to Angel's annoyance.  She blew him a kiss and carried on dancing.
 
"I'll meet you there," Spike told Angel and vanished down an alley.
 
Angel turned in frustration but Spike was gone.  He heard the rumble of his viper in the distance and realised where his car had gone.
 
* * * * *
 
Spike was waiting for Angel in his office when the dark vampire arrived.
 
"How many laws did you break to beat me?" Angel asked wearily.
 
"A few," Spike grinned from Angel's chair, "probably didn't need to the way you drive."
 
Emboldened by the annoyance Spike always managed to foster in him Angel stalked over and spun the chair around.  Pinning Spike in place Angel kissed him firmly.
 
Spike squeaked slightly at Angel's forcefulness but lifted his arms only to pull Angel closer until the larger vampire was almost in his lap.
 
This time there were no interruptions to the kiss and neither vampire seemed prepared to end it.  Angel pulled Spike out of the chair without removing lips plastering the blond across his body.
 
Spike pushed Angel back against the desk in an effort to get as close as possible practically climbing up Angel's torso in his enthusiasm.  Realising what he doing Spike released Angel and flung himself back into Angel's chair pushing off so the larger vampire couldn't grab him again.
 
"That wasn't talking," Spike scolded Angel.
 
"Well I didn't hear you complaining," Angel retaliated still reeling from the kiss.
 
"You didn't give me much of a chance," Spike frowned disturbed by his response to Angel's kiss, "why'd you kiss me anyway?"
 
"I wanted to know if it was a one off thing, the last one," Angel admitted.
 
"So you just thought you would up and kiss me without warning?" Spike grumbled, "No thought to asking or anything."
 
Angel had the grace to look a little bit embarrassed but was stopped from saying anything by Spike moving suddenly out of the chair to kiss him without warning.
 
This time tongues duelled with lips and teeth as awkwardness was replaced with a degree of familiarity.
 
When Spike pulled back this time it was simply to stare at Angel with a combination of shock and desire.
 
"Wasn't supposed to be like this," Spike commented, "I like birds not blokes."
 
"You're not the only one," Angel brought a hand up to touch his kiss puffed lips in amazement. 
 
He grabbed Spike and kissed him again.  Hands scrabbled with clothes desperate for skin as the kiss grew more intense and deeper.
 
"I don't even like you," Spike complained coming up for unneeded air before diving back for more.
 
"The feeling's mutual," Angel started to kiss down the side of Spike's neck, "you're arrogant and wilful."
 
"You're overbearing and judgemental," Spike gasped fumbling with the buttons on Angel's shirt.
 
"You never stop talking," Angel hissed as Spike's fingernails racked across his nipples.
 
"You never listen anyway," Spike let his head fall back to give Angel better access to his throat.
 
"You keep on insulting me," Angel ran his tongue over Spike's Adams apple to continue kissing the other side of Spike's neck.
 
"You... oh..." Spike lost his train of thought as Angel bit down on his throat, not quite drawing blood.
 
They both stopped and stared at each other.  Angel's shirt was unbuttoned to the waist and Spike's jacket was draped over the chair forgotten.
 
"What happens now?" Spike asked uncertain.
 
"I'm not sure," Angel confessed, "whatever we want to happen."
 
"Want to keep kissing you," Spike frowned at his confession, "want to be more naked with you, don't want to want any of this."
 
"Me neither," Angel nodded, "want to go up to my penthouse?"
 
"Sure," Spike agreed.
 
They headed for the lift not quite touching but unwilling to let the other get too far away.  Even if there had been anyone else around neither vampire would have noticed or particularly cared.
 
They never did when they were focused on the other whether it was fighting or sulking or now with a whole range of new feelings and desires to cope with.
 
Angel had not bothered to button his shirt back up and Spike had even forgotten about his jacket.
 
Once inside Angel's penthouse they stood awkwardly again, hands twitching wanting to touch but not sure how.
 
"Drink?" Angel finally asked.
 
"God yeah," Spike moved to the bar quickly.
 
They both reached for the whiskey together and both pulled back with embarrassment.  Angel picked up the bottle and poured them both large measures.
 
"Cheers," Spike knocked back his drink with one swallow.  Angel followed suit, he had not been so enamoured as to put out his good whiskey.
 
Spike licked the last droplets of whiskey from his lips and Angel broke the whiskey glass in a fumbled attempt to place it on the bar without taking his eyes off Spike.
 
"Shit," Angel sucked his bleeding thumb.
 
Spike pulled Angel's thumb out and brought it to his own mouth licking the small cut clean.
 
"Shit..." Angel said again fixated on Spike's long tongue.
 
Spike watched Angel's response and deliberately suckled Angel's thumb into his mouth swirling his tongue around the soft pad and down to the sensitive webbing.
 
"Bastard," Angel gasped letting Spike continue his assault.
 
"Wanker," Spike retaliated without releasing Angel's thumb.
 
Spike released Angel's thumb and grabbed the back of Angel's neck pulling the taller vampire down to kiss him properly.
 
Angel's hands scrabbled with the bottom of Spike's tee shirt pulling it free so he could slide his hands around the narrow waist.
 
It was a proper kiss this time with lips, tongues and minds totally engaged on what they were doing, no insults no concerns just need.
 
Need shed clothing and tripped them over their feet as they kicked off footwear.
 
Need bumped heads and clashed teeth as they kept the kiss going throughout forgetting to breathe not as vampires but as men.
 
Stopping only when hands brushed across eager erections and some thought of what they were doing returned.
 
Never one to consider consequences too hard and certain that Angel would start thinking too much given half a chance, Spike closed his hand around Angel's erection.
 
Angel gasped as the cool hand started to stroke his shaft and it swelled even more, "how do we do this?" he managed to ask before his brain shut down completely.
 
"Know it's been a while for you but the mechanics are pretty much the same," Spike grinned finding that he was enjoying the feel of Angel's cock in his hand and definitely enjoying the feeling of power he got from Angel's unfettered responses.
 
Angel's knees were not cooperating with him staying upright as Spike's thumb swept over the head of his cock.
 
"Except we have the same equipment so it is different," he insisted hoping that it wouldn't be over before it had started.
 
Spike laughed gently, "True, you wanna toss for who goes first?" he squeezed Angel's dick and watched as Angel's eyes rolled back in his head.
 
Before he could savour his control a large hand wrapped around his balls, "guh..." was all he managed before a finger pressed on the sensitive skin under his balls.
 
Angel cupped Spike's balls feeling their weight and softness.  Remembering spots that had him seeing stars he pressed firmly behind them and then slid his hand up to stroke the hard flesh above.
 
Spike whimpered at Angel's firm touch and redoubled his efforts on Angel's cock.  It was different to touching his own but he could tell the same things that he liked were working for Angel.
 
Foreskins pulled right back, thumbs working along the underside of the shaft and sliding over the head.  Other fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft squeezing and stroking.
 
Spare hands drifting across exposed skin pausing at hard nipples to tease and graze with fingernails.  Mapping flesh for future reference while all the time eyes were fixed on the action between them.
 
"Too soon," Angel gasped, "don't want it to be over yet."
 
Spike relaxed his grip on Angel and nodded grateful that the older vampire had weakened before him.
 
Angel looked down and saw that his hand was coated with Spike's pre-cum with a crooked smile he brought his hand up and licked it clean watching Spike's eyes dilate with lust.
 
Spike copied Angel's actions with his own hand and then captured the soft lips muffling his moan of desire at tasted himself on Angel's lips.
 
"Bedroom," Angel managed to get out and started to back towards the room with Spike still attached to his lips.
 
The managed five steps before Angel stumbled over a footstool he had never seen before landed on his arse and dropped Spike.
 
"Ouch," Spike rubbed his forehead where it had impacted with Angel's chin.
 
"Urk..." Angel managed with Spike's knee in his groin.
 
"Sorry," Spike clambered off Angel only kneeing him once more before he could stand.
 
Sheepishly Spike helped Angel to his feet and they walked into the bedroom side by side.
 
Spike threw himself onto the bed and patted the space beside him.  Angel lay down next to Spike his cock still erect despite the assault.
 
Spike threw a leg over Angel's hip bringing both cocks into contact with each other.  Angel bucked at the contact and began to move against Spike increasing the friction.
 
Spike shivered when Angel's hands grabbed his buttocks and one finger slid down between them.  He went still when the finger paused at his entrance but could not conceal the twitch of desire as Angel discovered how sensitive the skin was there.
 

"Are you sure we are doing this?" Angel asked before going any further.
 
"Right now I am totally sure so get a move on before something happens to ruin things," Spike all but growled.
 
Angel carefully pushed through the first ring of muscles then waited for Spike to adjust before pushing further inside.
 
It felt incredibly strange to feel Angel's finger inside him it had been over a hundred years since anything happened around that area.  This activity was completely new but much more pleasant.
 
As Angel added a second finger he felt stretched and filled and somehow empty at the same time.  If this was how it felt with two of Angel's fingers Spike wasn't sure if he wanted to know what anything bigger felt like.
 
Angel could feel Spike's muscles clenching around his fingers and his cock twitched with anticipation.  Then he realised they would definitely need slick to make it work and groaned with embarrassment.
 
"Don't laugh okay," Angel warned the blond as he reached over the bed and pulled open a drawer.
 
Spike was not sure what Angel was warning him about until he saw Angel pull a bottle of hand cream out of the drawer and smelt watermelon.
 
"I warned you not to laugh," Angel pushed his fingers in deeper cutting off Spike's chuckle at his choice of lubricant.
 
Spike practically left the bed when Angel's fingers pushed against a small area inside him sending little sparks of pleasure through his body.
 
"Do that again," he demanded.
 
"Do what?" Angel asked.
 
"That thing with your fingers, on that spot," Spike's grasp of the English language took another dive.
 
Angel pushed his fingers in again finding the raised nub this time and noticing the effect it had on Spike's cock.
 
Angel spilled the moisturiser over his hip as he attempted to slick up his own neglected cock.  Scooping up some of the excess Angel covered his hand and added a third greased finger to Spike's stretched opening.
 
Spike groaned with the feeling and pushed back against Angel's fingers, it hurt but felt incredibly good so he didn't even mind smelling of bubblegum.
 
Angel was so hard he thought he was going to burst.  His hands, cock and body were covered in moisturiser making it difficult to grab hold of Spike's hip to position his cock.
 
He yelped with pain when he drove the head of his cock into Spike's hip bone from Spike's squirming.
 
Angel pulled his fingers free reluctantly and pinned Spike's now slippery body down as best he could.
 
Spike lifted his hips up as Angel tried to position his cock to penetrate and then tried to drop them again when Angel pushed the head inside.
 
"Bloody hell," he howled, "that stings!"
 
Angel froze at the first yell and then relaxed at Spike's words.  He let Spike adjust and then slid further in pushing Spike's knees back for better access.
 
Spike knew why this was called shafting now, it felt Angel was trying to stuff a telephone pole up his arse.  He tried to force the intruder out and only succeeded in letting more in.
 
Angel groaned with pleasure, Spike was so tight and his muscles were clenching like a vice.  When he was embedded completely inside he opened his eyes and looked down at Spike.
 
By the look on Spike's face it seemed that the enjoyment was one sided so as much as he wanted to pump in and out of the tight passage Angel held still hoping Spike would adjust.
 
"Gonna kill you," Spike said through gritted teeth, "gonna rip your dick off and feed it to you..." he stuttered as Angel reached down and grabbed his deflating cock bringing it back to attention.
 
Distracted from Angel's cock up his arse Spike began to relax.  As Spike did so Angel was able to start making small movements with his cock delighting in the friction caused.
 
The movements Angel was making felt more and more pleasurable to Spike.  When Angel changed his angle of thrust slightly and found Spike's prostate Spike began to move in time with Angel.
 
The sparks of pleasure shooting through Spike's body had to be bursting out of his eyes since he could no longer see anything.  Angel's small grunts as he thrust faster would normally have made Spike laugh but the sparks must have reached his brain because now they were turning Spike on.
 
Spike put one hand up to wrap around Angel's encouraging him to pump the straining cock harder.
 
Angel happily obliged watching waves of desire cross Spike's face.  Suddenly Spike's body arched taking Angel right to the hilt, Angel felt Spike's cock twitch and then ribbons of cum shot out to splatter across Spike's chest.
 
The release rippled through the muscles surrounding Angel's cock and he shuddered to his own orgasm shouting out Spike's name as he did so.
 
Angel let Spike's legs drop as Spike's orgasm continued to ripple around his still hard cock milking him dry.
 
Spike could feel Angel's arms shaking as he held himself above Spike's body as they rode out their orgasms.  When he could feel his legs again Spike pulled Angel down to relax against him.
 
Slowly Angel could feel his cock soften and slip free of Spike's body and he was unable to restrain the sigh of disappointment.
 
Spike echoed the sigh feeling suddenly bereft.
 
Angel didn't want to move but didn't want to crush Spike either so he settled for shifting enough to lie beside the blond.
 
 "Well that was bloody brilliant," Spike murmured feeling very much in charity with Angel.
 
"Yeah it was," Angel agreed.
 
"Want to do it again?" Spike asked and then yelped when he felt something trickle out of his arse, "is that blood am I bleeding?" he demanded with outrage.
 
Horrified Angel leant over the anxious blond and then he grinned, "You're fine," he assured Spike, "it's just me."
 
"You?" Spike was blank for a moment and then looked sheepish when he realised what Angel meant.
 
They lay in silence for a few moments and then Spike had to ask, "Angel, why do you have watermelon scented hand lotion?"
 
Nobody was surprised to see Spike and Angel enter the office together the next day.  The rumour mill had been working overtime on the time they had been spending together and the reported kiss in Angel's office.
 
A few looked disappointed and a few were counting the money they had made in the office pools.
 
When the gang had gathered in Angel's office Angel stood with Spike and took an unneeded breath.
 
"Spike and I are together for real now," he announced.
 
"For real, real?" Gunn demanded.
 
"For real, real," Spike snorted, "as in shagging and snogging and everything."
 
"Damn," Gunn pulled out his wallet and handed Wesley a fifty.
 
Nobody seemed overly surprised or concerned by the announcement leaving the two vampires feeling slightly deflated but still content.
 
"What about Angel's soul?" Gunn had to ask.
 
"I realised that now that I know about the curse a part of me is always going to be worried about my soul which should be enough to keep everyone safe," Angel explained.
 
"And I will ensure he is never too happy anyway," Spike declared with a smirk.
 
Harmony clapped with excitement, "and it's all because of me, I am so happy for you both."
 
Spike and Angel winced at the statement but couldn't really deny it.
 
"Hey," Harmony continued, "who's got bubblegum?"
 
 
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