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snoggedTitle: Spike’s Fantasies
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. Hart Hanson & Co. own Bones.
Pairing: Spike POV of Angel/Booth (AtS/Bones Crossover)
Word Count: 171
Rating: FRM/R; masturbation, threesome fantasies, male slash
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shanmara who wanted to see Spike’s POV of Angel and Booth’s developing relationship in the drabble I wrote for dischargie: Let It Snow . I hope it doesn’t suck.
Spike pressed his nose against the third story window of the Wolfram and Hart office building and couldn’t push aside the knot of jealousy that was growing in his gut.
His sire was flirting with his damn doppelganger without a care in the world for who was watching. It was sick, and twisted, and bloody unfair. Okay, so there were a few differences between them. Angel was a much chubbier pouf than the very well-built FBI man.
But the real problem was that Spike knew they would go off and indulge each other’s narcissistic fantasies and they wouldn’t even bother to ask him to join.
His hand dipped into his jeans as the hunky FBI agent threw another lump of snow at Angel and he gave his cock a few, hard tugs. Maybe it was time to indulge his own fantasies of being in a hot, broody brunet vampire/special agent sandwich. If they weren’t going to ask him to play, he was just going to have to force his way in.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. Hart Hanson & Co. own Bones.
Pairing: Spike POV of Angel/Booth (AtS/Bones Crossover)
Word Count: 171
Rating: FRM/R; masturbation, threesome fantasies, male slash
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: This was written for
shanmara who wanted to see Spike’s POV of Angel and Booth’s developing relationship in the drabble I wrote for dischargie: Let It Snow . I hope it doesn’t suck.Spike pressed his nose against the third story window of the Wolfram and Hart office building and couldn’t push aside the knot of jealousy that was growing in his gut.
His sire was flirting with his damn doppelganger without a care in the world for who was watching. It was sick, and twisted, and bloody unfair. Okay, so there were a few differences between them. Angel was a much chubbier pouf than the very well-built FBI man.
But the real problem was that Spike knew they would go off and indulge each other’s narcissistic fantasies and they wouldn’t even bother to ask him to join.
His hand dipped into his jeans as the hunky FBI agent threw another lump of snow at Angel and he gave his cock a few, hard tugs. Maybe it was time to indulge his own fantasies of being in a hot, broody brunet vampire/special agent sandwich. If they weren’t going to ask him to play, he was just going to have to force his way in.