Happy Un-birthday Spike

Author: Lilithangel

Fandom: AtS

Characters: Spike/Angel, team

Rating/Warnings: NC17 for m/m sex.

Summary: especially for my darling Shanbaby some Spangel schmoop and humour with a dash of porn for good measure.
Fred declared it Spike’s un-birthday and nobody told Angel thinking he wouldn’t care. Spike had given Angel an un-birthday present of a day without hassle so Angel decides to be civil to Spike for a day just to prove he can.



Angel looked in surprise when he saw first Fred then Gunn and Wesley give Spike parcels. Spike looked unusually flustered by the attention and the smile he gave them could have powered a small city with its brilliance. The pang of jealousy made Angel grumpier than normal and he almost snapped at Harmony instead of ignoring her as normal.

“What did they owe Spike?” he asked Lorne who was watching the scene indulgently.

“It’s his un-birthday Angel-cakes,” Lorne replied.

“His what?”

“Remember last month when Fred asked you when your birthday was?” Lorne said with exaggerated patience, “and you said you didn’t remember so she declared the following Wednesday to be your un-birthday and we had a party?”

Angel nodded. It had been a nice party for all his reluctance and his team had bought him very thoughtful gifts. Best of all, Spike had barely bothered him all day, in fact he couldn’t remember Spike even being there.

“Spike chose to not harass you for the day. Freddikins thought maybe he didn’t have any money to buy a present but he said you would prefer his absence to any gift. Well Fred decided that today would be his un-birthday.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Angel said.

“We didn’t think you’d be interested,” Lorne admitted.

“Well I’m going to look really bad not getting him a gift,” Angel complained.

“I don’t think he expects anything from you Angel,” Lorne said, looking through the window to where Spike was pretending to like the shirt Harmony had bought him.

“Well he should,” Angel said, “shouldn’t,” he corrected himself under Lorne’s knowing gaze.

“Of course not,” Lorne agreed, “he’s just the only relative you haven’t tried to kill recently, he fights by your side and he at least gave you something he though you would want for your un-birthday.”

Angel quailed under the mild reproach. “It’s too late now though,” he rallied.

“Come on Angel-cakes I’m sure you could think of something. It wouldn’t have to be much; Blondie doesn’t seem to need many things. He’s the least materialistic of any vampire I’ve ever met.” Lorne got up and headed out the door, pulling an envelope out of one pocket. Angel watched him hand it to Spike who opened it and actually pulled Lorne in for a hug on seeing the contents.

The idea that nobody expected Angel to do something for Spike should have filled him with relief at being off the hook. Instead he was piqued by the assumption and suddenly determined to prove he could be nice.

Angel took a deep breath before he opened the door and joined the others in the lobby. He didn’t need to obviously, but what he was about to do was actually quite daunting.

“Happy un-birthday, Spike,” he said. Everyone looked at him like he’d grown an extra head which was quite annoying, he could be pleasant when he wanted, in fact he could be more than pleasant, “I thought you might like to take the Viper tonight,” he added holding out the keys.

Spike stared at them as if they were spelled to explode. “This is where you tell me to keep driving and not come back right?”

“No,” he said, trying to keep the pleasant look on his face, “I thought you’d be going out for your un-birthday celebrations and might like to drive the Viper.”

Spike still didn’t take the keys and he was beginning to feel like an idiot holding them outstretched. “If you don’t want it…”

“Angel’s right,” Fred said, “I know you said we didn’t need to go out to celebrate but it’ll be fun.”

“I know the perfect place,” Lorne added, “a nice combination of flash and good drinking, just your kind of place Spike.”

“It’s been ages since we all went out as a team,” Gunn added.

“I’m sure our staff can survive a few hours without us,” Wesley agreed.

“Will you join us, Angel?” Fred asked.

Angel looked at the unusually subdued Spike and saw something flash in those expressive eyes. He’d hoped that he’d only have to be nice to Spike for a little while at the office and that would settle his obligation, but the equal parts hope and disbelief in Spike’s eyes told him what the blond expected him to say.

“Sounds great,” he said, “I’ll clear my desk and let’s all meet back here after work. Let’s say maybe seven?” Angel resisted the urge check for a second head on his neck.

For the rest of the day everyone tiptoed around him as if they expected an explosion at any time. He would have been offended if the absurdity of it hadn’t tickled so much. When he was angry they ignored him, when he and Spike fought everyone just rolled their eyes, but being pleasant made them nervous.

Spike gave up on causing an argument after the third smile and was concentrating on the presents the others had given him. Gunn’s was a small gaming machine that occupied Spike for several hours, to nobody’s surprise. The surprising bit for many was finding Spike curled up reading the book Wesley had given him. Only Wesley, and Angel who peeked, knew the book was a special anniversary edition of the Wolverine comics.

Fred and Lorne’s presents had disappeared into the depths of Spike’s coat without comment and it was driving Angel crazy speculating about them. Even Harmony’s hideous pink shirt was folded neatly on the sofa beside him.

It had been amusing to see how quickly Spike backed down from Angel’s determined pleasantness. His eyes hadn’t lost their wariness but his body had relaxed more than Angel had seen before and for some reason Angel liked that. Spike’s relaxed pose was normally full of lines of tension only a vampire would notice and Angel seldom saw the loose limbed posture adorning his couch.

By the time Angel finished reading and signing everything on his desk it was six o’clock and everyone else had left. Spike had dozed off on the sofa and Angel carefully rescued the book from his lax hand.

Angel went upstairs to change and returned with two mugs of the good blood Harmony kept stocked in his private bar. He hadn’t even thought about it, had just warmed two mugs up and brought them down with him. Spike woke up at the smell, instantly alert in a way that made Angel strangely proud.

He handed Spike a mug, noting that the wariness was back. “What?” he demanded as Spike drank down the blood.

“Everyone’s gone, you don’t have to keep pretending,” Spike said.

“The others will be here soon,” Angel said, “do you want to freshen up?” He ignored the truth of Spike’s words and his own confusion.

Spike nodded and got to his feet, eyes automatically checking on the Gameboy and comic book. He relaxed when he saw them safe and ambled to the small executive bathroom Angel never used.

Spike returned and looked like he was going to say something but Angel was saved by the arrival of Fred and then the others. Instead Spike demanded the keys to the Viper. Angel simply tossed them to him and then insisted on riding passenger much to Fred’s disappointment. He regretted it within seconds of leaving but forced down the terror and irritation to keep a calm face for the entire white knuckled ride. Spike seemed almost disappointed by the lack of reaction.

Lorne swept them into a club that managed not to make anyone feel out of place, although the music did make Angel wince. He and Wesley shared mutual looks of despair when Fred tried to get them both to dance.

Spike swept her onto the floor, demonstrating the grace that Angelus had pounded into him a long time ago. Dru wanted to dance and Angelus was happy to indulge her, drilling Spike until he moved with grace as well as predator power. William might have known how to dance but he hadn’t been any good at it.

Spike was good at it and they were soon the centre of attention on the dance floor. Fred was glowing with pleasure by the time Spike returned her to their table and didn’t notice the twin glares of annoyance from Wesley and Gunn. Spike did, and grinned at them both as Fred hugged him again.

With his determination to stay being nice to Spike all night Angel had schooled his face into an expression of benevolent amusement, aided by his awareness that Spike cared for Fred like a sister. He’d never paid as close an attention to Spike before and had noticed how careful Spike was around the humans, how watchful. It puzzled Angel, Spike was never careful. Resourceful and quick but never careful.

Watching Spike stirred other feelings and memories in Angel. The tenderness vampires rarely showed normally reserved for Dru but Angelus had been offered it a few times. The brief vulnerability as a ghost, the grim determination to save Fred from Pavayne, the way his eyes lit up with joy and the abandon as he threw himself into existing. The way his body moved under the ridiculously tight shirt he had shown off as soon as they arrived.

Being nice to Spike wasn’t supposed to translate into being obsessed, not again. Obsession was Angelus’ thing, not his. Man, it still felt weird and creepy thinking about himself in the third person; it was almost as bad as holding conversations in his own head… Angel forced himself to join in the conversation at the table, making sure to include Spike. Everyone was beginning to relax into his new attitude, with the helpful addition of plentiful alcohol.

Afterwards, without thinking about it, Spike drove the Viper back to Wolfram & Hart. He pulled into the car park and tossed the keys to Angel who was more relaxed than either of them had expected.

“One for the road?” Angel asked, carefully casual.

“Why not?” Spike said, expecting the other shoe to drop and wanting it to happen in private. There was no way Angel meant to be nice to him forever. He’d figured it was some sort of un-birthday present and it was midnight so it was over.

Angel tried to figure out his thoughts as they went up in the elevator. It had always been easy to argue with Spike, they brought out the worst in each other and it was a simple, easy relationship to deal with. So it was strange to find how easy it became to be nice to Spike. Spike had been suspicious but responded in kind, which Angel realised was a typical Spike response. He gave back exactly what he was given, often with interest. It had been… nice to be on the positive feed for a change.

They rode up in silence and went into the penthouse. For once it was a good silence and reminded Angel of the brief times they had shared before. When Spike was still a ghost, after Cordy and then in the hospital after Spike’s stupid heroics. He was struck by the idea that it would have been nice if Spike had brought the news to him about Buffy, even if it hadn’t been nice at the time. Maybe it wouldn’t have been, so much had changed since then they were completely different people.

Spike accepted the glass of whiskey from Angel and they stood by the window looking down over the city. He downed it quickly for courage and spoke. “Thanks for the un-birthday present. It’s over now so back to normal then?”

“We could…” Angel began and then stopped.

“Could what?” Spike asked, turning to face Angel.

“Keep doing it,” Angel said, “being civil to each other. It’s been nice.”

“Yeah it has,” Spike admitted, “don’t think we can keep it up though. There’s too much shit between us. ‘Sides, I like the fighting, it’s invigorating.”

“Yeah,” Angel agreed, “it is good, but sometimes?” He didn’t know why he was sounding so plaintive.

“Alright,” Spike said with a nod. “Should be going, it’s a long walk back to my apartment.”

Angel snorted, “Like you don’t have copies of my Viper keys.”

Spike laughed, “Course I do, was just being polite.”

“You could stay,” Angel suggested. Suddenly his penthouse seemed very big and very empty.

“Why?” Without realising it they had moved closer to each other until they were nose to nose without aggression for the first time in decades.

“Don’t you get lonely?” Angel asked and Spike could feel the puffs of Angel’s breath on his lips. Spike’s tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips and Angel’s eyes followed it.

It wasn’t so much a kiss as a brush of flesh and exchange of breath that neither needed. Spike tilted his head and considered Angel. Angel’s hand had come up to touch the spot where Spike’s lips had touched his.

The second kiss was nothing like the first. Spike practically climbed Angel to pin him to the wall. Angel wrapped his hands around Spike’s hips and held on as their teeth clashed briefly before they managed to fit together properly.

Spike hands were tangled in his hair and Angel didn’t care. Angel was pulling small whimpers from Spike as their groins pressed together and Spike wasn’t even worried how it might look.

Finally they reluctantly broke apart, neither entirely certain what to do next.

“It’s been a while,” Angel confessed.

“Tell me about it,” Spike said with a rueful smile.

“You mean?” Angel was shocked.

“Not since,” Spike admitted, “didn’t seem right. Thought it best to stick with girls.”

“Me too,” Angel said, “take it slow?”

Spike nodded, but his hands were busily undoing Angel’s shirt while Angel tugged his tee shirt free. “Slow is good,” Spike said as his fingers spread out over Angel’s chest.

“This is a good speed,” Angel gasped as Spike brushed over his nipples.

“Maybe a little faster,” Spike said and Angel pulled his tee shirt off to mimic what his actions.

They stumbled into the bedroom nearly knocking Spike out in the process. Angel tried to help him up and got punched in the nose for his trouble. There was a frozen moment as both waited for things to go wrong. When it didn’t Spike grabbed Angel and kissed him again.

When the kiss ended they were both naked on the bed (with a few extra bruises they were both happy to ignore). Spike straddled Angel’s hips and started thrusting their cocks together. It was a tiny bit painful to start (which Spike didn’t remember from the porn he’d charged to Angel’s credit card) but soon the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.

Of course the pleasure also outweighed the embarrassment of shooting like a teenager, due to it happening to both of them. They lay in the stickiness as Spike laughed until Angel couldn’t fight the chuckle bubbling up in his throat.

“It’s been a while,” Spike said when the laughter died down, “what’s your excuse?”

“Same,” Angel said. As Spike tried to wriggle off him, he experienced some of the legendary vampire stamina and felt a stirring, much to his surprise as it wasn’t so much legendary as mythical. Spike raised an eyebrow when he felt the same, but wasn’t prepared to waste the opportunity.

“Lube,” he said and Angel waved in the direction of a bedside table. Spike snagged it and proceeded to make a rather gloopy mess of cum and lube all over Angel’s groin. Angel couldn’t argue since Spike’s ministrations were bringing him back to mythical status. “Fuck…” Spike said as he attempted to take Angel’s cock inside.

“You’ve got to bear down, try and push it out,” Angel advised.

“And how do you know that?” Spike demanded, “I thought you hadn’t since… you know.”

“I haven’t, but somebody charged gay porn to my credit card and I did some research. Shit…”

“That’s better,” Spike gasped as Angel attempted to impale him up to his throat. Angel’s response was garbled but Spike was pretty sure he agreed. He was having trouble concentrating anyway thanks to the rearrangement of his bowels and a slightly interesting pressure on his prostate. Okay, more than slightly interesting… Spike moved experimentally and it got even more interesting.

Angel focussed on Spike’s face as he moved, fascinated by the play of emotions and feelings Spike couldn’t conceal. Pleasure seemed to be the biggest thing and Angel was intensely curious about it. His own feelings were pretty damn good at that moment so he was quite keen for more. He wasn’t going to last that much longer than the first time with Spike clamped tight around him sliding on the lube making amazing squelching noises.

What would it be like to surrender to somebody else like that?

All thought was abandoned as Spike pinned his wrists above his head and started to ride him. He thrust his hips up to meet Spike and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure and a tightening (if that was possible) around his cock, so he did it again.

Spike started to slam down on Angel, his own cock bouncing back and forth off their stomachs, glistening with his desire.

Angel felt his balls tighten and his shaft thickened to pump his release deep into Spike. He cried out something but his ears were blocked with the roar of blood. Spike felt Angel’s release but it was the sound of his name on Angel’s lips that was enough to make him shoot. He released Angel’s hands so he could direct his cum across Angel’s chest and face, wanting to mark the other vampire and not caring what sort of reaction it would bring.

Angel felt Spike’s cum splatter across his lips and couldn’t resist the urge to stick out his tongue and taste the salty release.

They didn’t move for what felt like a lifetime, until Angel slipped free and Spike rolled off him and snagged a pillow.

“This isn’t pretend is it?” Angel said in amazement.

“This is real,” Spike said, “really real and bloody scary.”

Angel smiled, “the best things are.”

END