Holiday Drabble #16: It's Only Fair (Spike/Angel) - for maryfic

[snogged]

Title: It's Only Fair

Author: snogged

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.

Pairing: Spike/Angel

Word Count: 318

Rating: R/FRM; m/m, adult language, sexual slurs

Summary: Set after the Boxer Rebellion. Angel has a soul but is still with Spike, Darla, and Drusilla.

Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors

A/N: Written for maryfic who wanted Spike/Angelus at the Christmas they shared after Spike killed his first Slayer.


He couldn’t ignore the itch where the soul had entered him, couldn’t ignore the pain and suffering that haunted his memories whenever he closed his eyes, couldn’t ignore that Darla was a right bitch for bring this curse upon him.

To make matters worse, Spike had become extra cocky and arrogant since murdering a Slayer and Angel could feel that he was losing control of the boy. If he was going to continue to keep up the façade of the Scourge of Europe, he was going to have to take Spike down a notch or two. And even though his sire screwed him, he still wanted to prove that he deserved her respect and his place as the dominant male.

“You know what I want for Christmas, mate?” Spike’s irritating drawl interrupted his thought process and a low growl of annoyance escaped from Angel’s throat.

Spike arched an eyebrow and sauntered across the room, pressing his lips to Angel’s forehead. “I want you, mate. All wrapped up in a bow. Begging at my feet like a little bitch ‘cause I took down the Slayer and you don’t have the balls.”

Angel lashed out, knocking the blond vampire to the ground and instantly, straddling Spike’s waist. Spike chuckled, finding great amusement in the other man’s attempt to regain dominance.

“What you did was brash and stupid. It doesn’t make you better than me, Spike. And it never will.”

Spike wriggled his hips and smirked. He had to admit he loved the look of pure murder and lust raging behind the other man’s eyes. And even more, he loved knowing he made that look happen. “What you gonna do, wanker? Punish me?”

Angel snarled and captured Spike’s lips in a ravenous, possessive kiss. If he was going to suffer the pain of a damn soul this Christmas, Spike was going to suffer right along with him. It was only fair.

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[snogged.livejournal.com]

thank you, hun!