Here be the sequel to Getting What He Wanted...
Project "Get Some Sun and Get on Angel's Nerves"
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: AtS
Genre: mini slash and humour.
Warnings: nudity and extreme silliness ahead.
Characters: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: only mine in my dreams but they are good dreams.
Summary: Set after AtS Season 5 Destiny – Spike takes advantage of the necrotempered glass in Angel's office.
A/N: been done before but I needed some sunlight in my life right now so am going to do it again. Sequel to Getting What he Wanted which is here http://lilithbint.livejournal.com/38312.html#cutid1
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They had avoided each other since the whole thing with the cup unless they were fighting.
Despite his attitude Spike never expected to beat Angel, sure he went into every fight expecting to win no point fighting otherwise but... Angel was his elder and had been subsisting on a much better diet by the looks of how chunky he had gotten.
He had planned to head to Europe but couldn't do it, couldn't face the risk that he was right and Buffy didn't really love him.
So he was left hanging around L.A in the summer without any purpose except the possibilities of making Angel's life a misery. It had been entertaining enough when he was a ghost and now came without the threat of being dragged into hell.
Then there was that cool glass in the Wolfram & Hart building. Being able to be surrounded by sunlight could never get old.
It had taken some planning, and the utilisation of old skills but Spike's plan was ready to go.
* * * * *
Angel had never expected to lose to Spike and the thought that Spike was the one the prophecy referred to haunted Angel's dreams. He had just about come to terms with Buffy sleeping with the blond menace rationalising that she had been lonely and looking for comfort.
Who was he kidding he would never come to term with them sleeping together. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair and he hated that Spike threw it in his face as much as he hated Spike's references to his size.
Really he would be happy if he never saw that bleached head again...
Angel walked into his office and stared in dismay. His desk had been shoved to the corner of the room and the rug had been dragged over to the window where an obviously naked Spike was stretched out on it.
"Spike what the hell do you think you're doing?" Angel demanded striding over to the naked blond.
"It's called sunbathing poof," Spike replied without looking up from the book he was reading.
"What the hell are you doing sunbathing in my office?" Angel snarled.
"You had the most room," Spike calmly turned a page.
"I have to work in here Spike," Angel complained hovering over Spike's body.
Spike snorted, "Like you actually do any work in here. 'Sides I checked with Harmony and your next appointment isn't until three o'clock and I'll be done by then."
"I want you done now," Angel growled leaning down to yank the insolent vampire up by the arm. He squeaked and pulled back when Spike turned over exposing his lean chest and legs (Angel's brain refused to acknowledge the nakedness between).
"Take it easy old man," Spike smirked, "you can't tell me you haven't thought about it. All this safe sunlight just begging to be enjoyed. I've seen you sitting in here watching the sun set before as well."
"Watching the sun set is very different to being sprawled out naked in my office," Angel waved a hand frantically, "go sunbath somewhere else," he ordered.
"But where's the fun in that?" Spike rested his weight on one elbow and grinned, "Here I get to annoy you and get warm. It's been a long time since I have been warm all over without it involving flames and burning up from the inside out," his face clouded briefly at the memory then smoothed out at the expression of annoyance on Angel's face.
Angel's gaze was drawn to Spike's other hand which was resting on one hip almost touching the sleeping shaft nestled in the soft pale hair.
Jerking his eyes back up to the all too knowing blue gaze Angel frowned angrily, "put some clothes on and get out of here."
"Make me," Spike challenged trailing his hand down into his groin.
Angel reached down again and then hesitated. With a huff of annoyance Angel turned and pulled his desk out from the wall and sat down in his chair.
Spike grinned, and rolled back over to continue reading his book.
Angel shuffled files around his desk for a few minutes but couldn't find anything in the mess Spike had created moving things, and couldn't keep his eyes off the vampire relaxing on his carpet.
Spike could feel Angel's gaze on him burning warmer than the sun, and congratulated himself on coming up with something guaranteed to annoy Angel completely. He had to admit too that the sun felt incredible on his skin.
Angel shifted uncomfortably, it was hot in the office and he hated being pushed against the wall just because he was too embarrassed to move Spike.
Spike who looked far too comfortable on the floor. It really galled that he had to be the responsible one all the time. Before they had taken over Wolfram & Hart, before the bad things had happened with Jasmine and Connor, he had had fun at times. The opera, Las Vegas plenty of memories of laughing and smiling with the gang.
Now he was CEO of an evil law firm, trying to make a difference and the only bit of fun he had was fighting with Spike.
Feeling absolutely ridiculous sitting crammed against the wall Angel finally decided that throwing the naked vampire out of his office was a better option, embarrassment be damned.
Spike could hear Angel's increasingly uncomfortable movements, and knew it would not take long for the dark vampire's temper to get the better of him.
Timing his next move to perfection Spike stood and stretched absently scratching his groin as he grinned inwardly at Angel's frozen movement.
Calmly he reached over and snagged his tee shirt pulling it over his head before bending down to grab his jeans.
Angel stopped in mid stand willing his eyes to turn away from the pale lean body that stretched in front of him. Angel almost expected to see Spike groom behind his ears when he pulled his tee shirt on, the careful pat down of his platinum hair reminiscent of a big cat.
Spike gathered up his remaining gear and padded out of the room with an absentminded wave to Angel.
Angel finished standing wavering between anger at Spike's flippant indifference and confusion at his own inability to deal with the blond. With a put upon sigh Angel put his office back to rights and attempted to get his mind back on his work.
* * * * *
The next day Angel stayed in his office all day prepared to tear a strip off Spike when the other vampire turned up. To his annoyance there was no sign of Spike at all.
Several times Angel found he was staring longingly at the shafts of bright sunlight streaming into his office, and somehow his chair was edged into one of the beams where he promptly fell asleep in the warmth.
Spike stayed well out of sight of Angel watching the dark vampire through his glass wall. He could tell Angel was prepared to lay into him for the previous day's antics.
Spike smirked in triumph when he saw Angel inch towards the sunlight in the office and he nearly laughed out loud when he saw the pouf's head fall back in sleep late that afternoon.
Spike almost felt sorry for Angel at that moment seeing all the demands placed on the large shoulders, and how tired he looked.
Spike shook the unaccustomed feelings away, and pulled out his brand new digital camera to get some shots before Angel woke up.
* * * * *
The following day Angel was called away from his desk to the conference room to meet with a demon clan. Two hours later he trudged back into his office to the sight of Spike once again invading his space.
This time Spike was reclining in a deck chair with some sort of game machine, a six pack of beer and even more books.
Angel growled softly and vowed not to let Spike get to him this time. He stalked past without a word and squeezed in behind his desk.
"Afternoon peaches," Spike nodded amiably.
"Spike," Angel ground out between gritted teeth trying to concentrate on his work.
The bleeping of the game Spike was playing was almost as distracting as the nakedness, and it took every ounce of self control Angel had not to reach over and rip the offending machine out of Spike's hands. Only the knowledge that Spike would expect Angel to react that way allowed him to keep control.
* * * * *
Spike was really starting to enjoy his plan. Not only was it fun to drive Angel crazy but it really was nice to relax in the sun with his new PlayStation portable listening to his new IPod.
It was going to be a shame to end the game. Sooner or later Angel was going to crack and throw him out of the office naked or not. Spike just had to time things well enough to engineer the event for maximum sympathy from the others.
* * * * *
Angel dropped the file he was pretending to read. He had to do something to turn the game around on Spike and he had an idea.
"Harmony," Angel spoke into his intercom, "could you come in here and take a memo please."
"Sure thing bossy," Harmony replied chirpily.
Angel smirked, thinking on Spike's reaction to Harmony walking in on his sunbathing. It was obvious the blond was not paying attention to Angel and Harmony's reaction should get Spike out.
"Hey blondie bear," Harmony pulled a chair up to Angel's desk without even batting an eyelid at Spike's naked state.
"Um..." Angel tried to get his thoughts together and started to dictate a memo to the heads of department. He stuttered when Spike put down the game and leant over to pick up a book, but carried on.
"Did you get all that?" Angel asked Harmony.
"Sure did bossy," Harmony answered, "but are you sure you want a memo about acceptable dress standards to include a statement about scrawny blond's exposing their lean pale flesh?"
"What?" Angel took Harmony's notepad off her and read back his dictation with growing disbelief. He quickly struck out the offending sentences and handed the notepad back.
"Is there anything else?" Harmony asked
"No that's all," Angel replied trying to figure out if he was the only one in the room reacting to Spike's naked state, "Harmony you have noticed Spike's state of undress?" he asked as she was leaving.
"Of course," Harmony rolled her eyes, "it's not as if he closes the curtains or anything."
Angel's gaze flew to the expanse of glass in the front of his office. He was so accustomed to it that he didn't notice how exposed he was to the lobby.
* * * * *
Spike grinned at Angel's confusion. He knew Harmony and some of the other staff had watched him strip off. He didn't really care since he seemed to spend a lot of time naked around others. If people wanted to look at his body who was he to stop them?
His cell phone rang distracting him from his enjoyment of Angel's discomfort.
"Yeah?" Spike answered, "You liked them then?" he laughed at the reply.
Angel looked over when the annoying music started in time to see Spike take off a headphone and answer. Angel frowned as Spike chatted happily to the person on the phone talking about photographs and wallpapers. He didn't remember Spike having a cell phone before and felt slightly resentful at the apparent ease that Spike used it.
"I'll have to come up and take a look pet," Spike flipped his phone closed and stood up.
Once again Angel was faced with Spike in all his glory as the blond appeared to deliberately flaunt his naked state.
Spike dressed slowly enjoying the last moments of sun on his now very warm skin. He slid his newly acquired goodies into his jacket pockets and laced up his boots.
Standing upright Spike found Angel standing right in front of him an aggrieved expression on his face.
"Don't come in here again," Angel prodded Spike in the chest.
"Don't tell me what to do," Spike pushed right back.
"I'm warning you," Angel glared.
"I'm so not caring," Spike ducked under Angel's arm and left.
Angel growled with frustration, Spike always managed to leave him off balance but tomorrow if he would be ready.
* * * * *
Angel was waiting for Spike the next day ready to force him out of the office if necessary.
Angel intention was derailed by the delivery of a plasma screen and DVD player.
"I didn't order these," Angel said to the delivery man.
"This is Wolfram & Hart, you are the CEO?" the delivery man pointed to his clipboard.
"Yes but I didn't order them," Angel insisted.
"I did," Spike said as he crossed the lobby. He clapped his hands together, "let's get everything hooked up."
Spike led the delivery men into Angel's office and started directing the unpacking.
"Spike," Angel was practically vibrating with rage.
"In a minute," Spike waved a hand in Angel's direction.
"Now!"
Spike sighed and walked over to Angel. Angel grabbed him by the lapels and threw him against a wall.
"What the hell are you playing at?" Angel said.
"You were too cheap to give me an office, I've got to have somewhere to watch my new box set of Dr Who episodes," Spike said.
Angel bounced Spike's head against the wall trying to shake the grin off the arrogant face.
"Angel," Wesley's voice intruded on Angel's anger, "as much as you might enjoy pounding Spike we actually have work to do and a meeting to go to."
Angel held Spike in place and turned to face Wesley who had a concerned Fred hovering beside him.
"Meeting," Wesley repeated, "final treaty signing..."
"Get everything out of my office," Angel said as he dropped Spike to the ground.
Angel strode away without looking back knowing that he would see a familiar hand gesture if he did so.
Spike gave Angel's back the finger and then rifled through Angel's wallet for something to tip the delivery guys with. Really sometimes it was too easy to play Angel.
* * * * *
Angel half expected the scene he found in his office when he returned he just didn't expect to find Fred, Harmony, Gunn and half of the department watching T.V with Spike.
"Everybody out," he said through gritted teeth.
The rest of the audience scattered instantly some of them clutching photographs and trying not to giggle at Angel as they passed.
"Spike I thought I told you to get everything out," Angel said.
"And what, you're shocked that I didn't, when do I ever do what you tell me to do?" Spike replied. Defiantly he stood and removed his jacket, "time for some more sun I think."
Angel couldn't believe that Spike had once again charmed his people and made him look like the bad guy again. Angel knew he wasn't a bad guy, he was just the guy who had to make the decisions unlike Spike.
Spike who could make people smile, make normally sane women stand up for him and men who should know better meet him for drinks. Angel could be fun to be around he just wasn't the outwardly jovial type. Spike was happy to play the clown but Angel had more dignity that that.
But what did dignity get you in the end? Angel could remember in the past Spike would get them into trouble and laugh about it even when they were trapped in mine shafts or fleeing mobs. It wasn't fair that he had to be the sensible one all the time, he wanted to be the one people asked out for drinks.
Angel purposefully removed his suit jacket then his tie, "you think you are the only one who can do things like this?" he said.
Spike stared at Angel and his eyebrow lifted at the challenge, then he pulled his tee shirt over his head quickly in case it tempted Angel to throw a sucker punch.
"You are such a child Spike," Angel replied and unbuttoned his shirt.
"And you are just as uptight now as you were a hundred years ago but at least then you could have a good time," Spike said crossing his arms over his chest.
"And you are just as annoying," Angel pulled his shirt off, "I still don't know why I let Dru keep you."
"Something about not being the only rooster in the henhouse," Spike pulled off his belt, "but then it just got your goat when anyone paid me more attention than you."
"They only pay you attention because you act like an idiot all the time," Angel said following suit.
"Just because you have a stick up your arse so far you might as well be a puppet doesn't mean the rest of us can't have fun," Spike unlaced his boots and kicked them off.
"It's only fun for the people laughing at you Spike," Angel toed his shoes off defiantly.
"Wanker," Spike unbuttoned his jeans.
"Idiot," Angel unzipped his slacks.
They glared at each other, daring the other to take the next step. As one they pushed down their pants and stood there Angel in boxers and Spike naked.
Spike raised an eyebrow and Angel responded with a curled lip.
Spike pushed the sofa aside and shoved the rug across the floor. Grabbing a pile of books he threw himself down on the rug.
Angel glared and then stepped over Spike's reclining body to lie down beside him.
"What are you reading?" Angel asked.
"Graphic novel by a chap called Neil Gaiman," Spike answered in surprise.
"A comic book?" Angel asked blankly looking at the illustrations.
"Graphic novel," Spike repeated, "bit more adult than comics and a proper storyline. This is a series about The Endless, anthropomorphic personifications of the aspects of human life."
"You what?" Angel asked even more blankly.
"Death, Dream, Destiny, Delirium, Despair, Destruction, Desire, and" Spike rolled his eyes with a grin at Angel's incomprehension, "in this they are real. Most of it is from Dream's perspective but you do see the others. Death is this Goth chick, Delirium used to be Delight but as the world changed so she did too."
Angel blinked at Spike's enthusiasm and use of surprisingly big words, "the illustrations are pretty good," he admitted drawn to the book.
"Yeah," Spike pushed the book over slightly so Angel could read it.
"How do you know what to read?" Angel asked plaintively after a few moments.
"Left to right, each box separate," Spike replied without looking up.
"Oh, thanks," Angel is quickly as absorbed in the book as Spike.
Silence fell between them punctuated by the soft hiss of pages being turned.
An hour passed before they finished reading and then Spike simply grabbed two more and handed Angel one, "this one is about Destiny you'll like it."
Angel grunted and took the book. Neither paid any attention to the increasing number of people who made an excuse to walk past the office and stare.
The warmth of the sun felt incredible and Angel felt more relaxed than he had in a long time.
Spike couldn't believe how easy it was to relax around Angel. He had expected to continue to annoy Angel until the big vampire cracked completely. Then he would step back and enjoy his spoils until Angel calmed down again.
Instead Angel had called his bluff and now they were reading comic books together on the floor of Angel's office, naked in the sun.
Spike was going to have to up his game.
"Angel," Spike said.
Angel looked over at Spike and the blond leaned over and kissed him.
Angel pulled back in shock and saw the gleam in Spike's eyes. His own eyes narrowed and he returned the favour.
This kiss went on for much longer as each waited for the other to stop and then both started to enjoy what they were doing.
Someone casually looking into Angel's office at that moment could have been forgiven for thinking that Angel and Spike were rolling on the ground fighting. A second glance would have ended that assumption.
Spike's schemes might not always go strictly to plan but sometimes they worked out better than he could ever imagine.
THE END
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