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snoggedTitle: Resolutions
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: 1900
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; m/m, sex, adult language
Setting: Season 5 of Angel.
Summary: Harmony’s attempt to motivate the office goes awry.
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rockstarpeach. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Written as a present forwhichclothes who requested Spike/Angel and New Year’s resolutions.
The first thing Spike heard as he headed down the corridor perpendicular to the one that led towards Angel’s office was a clicking. It was a rapid, methodical sound punctuated by the occasional sharp smack that vaguely reminded him of the way a M’tl demon gnashed its teeth.
”I don’t know why they call them metal demons. They’d be better off calling them Swingline demons. It would make way more sense.”
Spike chuckled softly, remembering Buffy’s comment to him as they descended into the sewers one night in hopes of finding the one wreaking havoc on the law office of Bashington & Kewer.
If he were honest with himself, though, he’d much rather find a demon making a mess of his grandsire’s office than a rogue stapler. The first would provide hours of entertainment, the second not so much.
He passed the six foot Christmas tree that pretty much everyone but Fred and Harmony called an office eyesore and hung a right down the hallway that he hoped held a fight and a brooding, grouchy pouf.
But instead of a scaly, fangless M’tl demon, he came face to face with disappointment…and Harmony, who was standing in front of a cork board with a neon pink stapler, clutching a sheaf of light blue paper that had been cut to look like snowflakes.
“Whatcha doing, Harm?” Spike asked, masking his irritation by slipping his fingers into his belt loops and flashing her a casually interested smile.
Harmony turned her head and furrowed her eyebrows. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m making a New Year’s resolution board.”
Spike arched a quizzical eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
“It’s…like…in all the magazines, Blondie-bear. They say it promotes, like…office togetherness or something because it’s easier to stay motivated when others are cheering you on. I’ve already gotten them from Gunn, Wesley, Fred, Lorne, Angela, Loretta, Davis, Eve, Knox, and the three gals from the secretary pool who don’t hate the fact that I work for the Big Guy.”
Spike nodded, though he wasn’t familiar with several of the names. Not that it mattered though. Each one had already earned his pity for having to suffer through Harmony’s spiel.
“The Administrative Professionals magazine said that it would change the entire face of the office, but I’m happy to just settle for a cheerleading team. I totally rocked the You-Rah-Rahs back at Sunnydale High,” Harmony replied, grinning broadly.
“I bet you did,” Spike leered, allowing the image of Harmony bouncing about in a tight sweater to take front and center stage in his mind. Of course, in his fantasy, she wasn’t doing much talking. She was doing a lot of squirming though and a nice bit of screaming as well.
“Eww,” Harmony squealed, glancing down at the slight bulge pressing against the front of Spike’s jeans. “You’re such a pervert, Spikey.”
“You know it is part of the charm, love,” Spike said, rolling his hips towards her. “All you ladies go crazy for it.”
“Well, I’m not falling for it,” Harmony replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “My New Year’s resolution is to stop having sex with men like you. That... and I’m going to lose twenty pounds.”
“You’re a vampire, Harm. Your weight doesn’t change the way it used to when you were human. Just ask Mr. Pudgy,” Spike said, gesturing towards Angel’s closed door.
Harmony gasped, a look of horror filling her face. “Do you mean I’m going to be this fat forever?”
“You’re not….,” Spike started, in an attempt to smooth things over, but it was obvious Harmony wasn’t listening anymore and was, instead, completely caught up in a complex spider web of female insecurities.
“You suck, Spike.” Harmony hissed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she chucked the stapler and the snowflakes to the floor and ran off towards the women’s powder room. “I hope someone makes you pay for being such a big, stupid meanie.”
Basic kindness dictated that Spike should go after her and apologize for his actions, but he knew better than to get in Harmony’s way when she was upset about something. He figured it was best to let her drown herself in a pint of Crazy for Cookie Dough and let her come up for air on her own time.
Until then, he figured he could use the distraction Angel provided and so he sauntered forward, crunching the snowflakes with his combat boots. What he didn’t notice, as he grabbed the brass doorknob and turned it, were the wisps of blue smoke drifting off the papers and melting into the leather of his shoes.
“Ever hear of knocking, Spike?” Angel said, glancing up from his stack of papers to award Spike with a sigh of exasperation.
Spike parted his lips, a sarcastic remark locked, loaded, and ready to fire, but something made him pause. It wasn’t the look in Angel’s dark eyes, nor was it the spray-painted snow on the necro-tinted windows. It was, in fact, the urge to do something very different at the advent of the New Year.
“My resolution is to be more polite to you,” Spike said, in a voice that was clearly not his own. It was masculine, yes, but also way more American than how he normally spoke.
“Huh?” Angel asked, surprise dominating his facial features.
“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered, running his fingers through thickly gelled hair, wondering what on Earth compelled him to talk to Angel like that. “What I meant to say was…I resolve to use appropriate language in the workplace.”
Again, Spike felt like his voice was out of his control, but this time it was another voice speaking through him. One that was more feminine, but held the raspy quality that seemed to be a trademark of dominatrixes and street walkers.
Spike could hear Angel chuckling softly, could see his eyes twinkle with amusement at the unique intonation. But to Spike, none of this was funny. Being possessed like this made him feel like he had the chip inside his head again, only this time the government blokes had installed some sort of voice modulator into the hardware.
It made him feel wrong, made him feel…violated.
“You don’t seem like yourself,” Angel mused, stating the obvious.
Frustration crinkled Spike’s eyes as he sarcastically said: “Congratulations mate, you solved the mystery. Except that you didn’t because I already soddin’ knew that. I want to know how to fix it.”
“We’ll fix it,” Angel replied firmly, rising from the desk and closing the distance between them. “Just tell me what happened before you came in here. Maybe that will give us the answers we need.”
Spike didn’t much care for the tentative way Angel said “maybe,” but at least it seemed like his grandsire was in the mood to care so he figured now wasn’t the time to shoot a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t really had the most exciting today other than borrowing the Viper for a joy ride, drinking several mugs of Angel’s otter blood, and sweet talking Fred into giving up half of her gingerbread cookie.
There had also been that chat with Harmony right before he had walked into Angel’s office.
The chat about…New Year’s resolutions.
“I think I know what did it,” Spike murmured. “Harm said some magazine told her that she could change the face of the office and make us all goal-oriented robots in the New Year.”
“I don’t get how some administrative newsletter has you speaking like a hooker, Spike,” Angel said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger.
“Well, there were these snowflakes that everyone had to write on and I think something happened when I stepped on them,” Spike said, though he still wasn’t riding a wave of optimism on this one.
To his surprise, though, Angel took him seriously. “This magazine must have warlocks on their staff. Probably enchanted the pages with something. I’ll have Wesley look into it.
“Appreciate that,” Spike replied, feeling momentary relief sweep through him. But it didn’t last long as someone else’s resolution was coming out of his mouth. “I resolve to not have sex with guys like you.”
It was the exact same one Harmony had told him and the look it brought to Angel’s eyes was similar to the one Spike had given Harmony: lustful and predatory. It was one that said: I sincerely doubt that. But just in case, I’ll bend you over the desk and remind you why I keep your annoying butt around. Consider that my resolution for the New Year.
Spike took an unnecessary breath as Angel leaned in, their lips millimeters apart. “Didn’t mean that. Can’t control what I say, yeah?”
Angel responded by grabbing the back of Spike’s head with one hand and his ass with the other. Spike groaned, his own hands wrapping themselves around Angel’s neck as he felt Angel’s hardness against his own growing erection. He didn’t want to wait for Angel to kiss him. He didn’t want to wait for the inevitable sizzle and fire that would make him burn all the hotter for what was in store. He wanted to make a new resolution:
Get Angel off in five minutes or less and prove to him that all the rest of these resolutions swirling around his head are just complete and utter bollocks.
Spike rolled his hips forward, humping against Angel like a horny teenager as he tried to find the angle that would make the friction feel just right. It wasn’t that he was looking to come all over his pants, it was more that the need and desire for release was overpowering.
Angel tightened his grip in Spike’s hair and tugged his head backwards so that he could feel the full force of Angel’s heated gaze. “Don’t care what kind of demon is inside you. I never want to hear you say that again. I can only tolerate so much of you, Spike, and the part I like best....”
“Shut up,” Spike replied. “You know you love all of me. And if you don’t, you can make that your bloody New Year's resolution...after you know, you lose twenty pounds.”
Angel narrowed his eyes, but didn’t argue. Instead, he captured Spike’s lips in a searingly hot kiss and pushed his tongue inside of Spike’s mouth. Somehow, they managed to remove each other’s clothes, despite the groaning protests that came each time their lips separated.
From there, it was a bit of blur. Their naked bodies moved together, entwined together. Instead of someone getting bent over the desk, they ended up on the floor with Spike’s thighs spread wide, his heels digging into Angel’s shoulders as Angel’s cockhead pressed against Spike’s hole.
One quick, slightly painful, thrust was all it took for Spike’s body to familiarize itself with Angel’s girth, and Angel’s rhythm.
They knew how to have sex for hours, but tonight it only took minutes. Time didn’t matter much to Spike though. He still saw fireworks, bright and vividly colorful, exploding behind his eyes as Angel came inside of him.
He still felt boneless and satisfied.
Most importantly, he noted that he no longer felt compelled to tell Angel any more pointless resolutions.
It seemed that all he had needed to do was decide on his own and then let Angel cheer him on, so to speak.
Harmony would be so proud.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word Count: 1900
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; m/m, sex, adult language
Setting: Season 5 of Angel.
Summary: Harmony’s attempt to motivate the office goes awry.
Beta:
rockstarpeach. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written as a present for
whichclothes who requested Spike/Angel and New Year’s resolutions.The first thing Spike heard as he headed down the corridor perpendicular to the one that led towards Angel’s office was a clicking. It was a rapid, methodical sound punctuated by the occasional sharp smack that vaguely reminded him of the way a M’tl demon gnashed its teeth.
”I don’t know why they call them metal demons. They’d be better off calling them Swingline demons. It would make way more sense.”
Spike chuckled softly, remembering Buffy’s comment to him as they descended into the sewers one night in hopes of finding the one wreaking havoc on the law office of Bashington & Kewer.
If he were honest with himself, though, he’d much rather find a demon making a mess of his grandsire’s office than a rogue stapler. The first would provide hours of entertainment, the second not so much.
He passed the six foot Christmas tree that pretty much everyone but Fred and Harmony called an office eyesore and hung a right down the hallway that he hoped held a fight and a brooding, grouchy pouf.
But instead of a scaly, fangless M’tl demon, he came face to face with disappointment…and Harmony, who was standing in front of a cork board with a neon pink stapler, clutching a sheaf of light blue paper that had been cut to look like snowflakes.
“Whatcha doing, Harm?” Spike asked, masking his irritation by slipping his fingers into his belt loops and flashing her a casually interested smile.
Harmony turned her head and furrowed her eyebrows. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m making a New Year’s resolution board.”
Spike arched a quizzical eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
“It’s…like…in all the magazines, Blondie-bear. They say it promotes, like…office togetherness or something because it’s easier to stay motivated when others are cheering you on. I’ve already gotten them from Gunn, Wesley, Fred, Lorne, Angela, Loretta, Davis, Eve, Knox, and the three gals from the secretary pool who don’t hate the fact that I work for the Big Guy.”
Spike nodded, though he wasn’t familiar with several of the names. Not that it mattered though. Each one had already earned his pity for having to suffer through Harmony’s spiel.
“The Administrative Professionals magazine said that it would change the entire face of the office, but I’m happy to just settle for a cheerleading team. I totally rocked the You-Rah-Rahs back at Sunnydale High,” Harmony replied, grinning broadly.
“I bet you did,” Spike leered, allowing the image of Harmony bouncing about in a tight sweater to take front and center stage in his mind. Of course, in his fantasy, she wasn’t doing much talking. She was doing a lot of squirming though and a nice bit of screaming as well.
“Eww,” Harmony squealed, glancing down at the slight bulge pressing against the front of Spike’s jeans. “You’re such a pervert, Spikey.”
“You know it is part of the charm, love,” Spike said, rolling his hips towards her. “All you ladies go crazy for it.”
“Well, I’m not falling for it,” Harmony replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “My New Year’s resolution is to stop having sex with men like you. That... and I’m going to lose twenty pounds.”
“You’re a vampire, Harm. Your weight doesn’t change the way it used to when you were human. Just ask Mr. Pudgy,” Spike said, gesturing towards Angel’s closed door.
Harmony gasped, a look of horror filling her face. “Do you mean I’m going to be this fat forever?”
“You’re not….,” Spike started, in an attempt to smooth things over, but it was obvious Harmony wasn’t listening anymore and was, instead, completely caught up in a complex spider web of female insecurities.
“You suck, Spike.” Harmony hissed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she chucked the stapler and the snowflakes to the floor and ran off towards the women’s powder room. “I hope someone makes you pay for being such a big, stupid meanie.”
Basic kindness dictated that Spike should go after her and apologize for his actions, but he knew better than to get in Harmony’s way when she was upset about something. He figured it was best to let her drown herself in a pint of Crazy for Cookie Dough and let her come up for air on her own time.
Until then, he figured he could use the distraction Angel provided and so he sauntered forward, crunching the snowflakes with his combat boots. What he didn’t notice, as he grabbed the brass doorknob and turned it, were the wisps of blue smoke drifting off the papers and melting into the leather of his shoes.
“Ever hear of knocking, Spike?” Angel said, glancing up from his stack of papers to award Spike with a sigh of exasperation.
Spike parted his lips, a sarcastic remark locked, loaded, and ready to fire, but something made him pause. It wasn’t the look in Angel’s dark eyes, nor was it the spray-painted snow on the necro-tinted windows. It was, in fact, the urge to do something very different at the advent of the New Year.
“My resolution is to be more polite to you,” Spike said, in a voice that was clearly not his own. It was masculine, yes, but also way more American than how he normally spoke.
“Huh?” Angel asked, surprise dominating his facial features.
“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered, running his fingers through thickly gelled hair, wondering what on Earth compelled him to talk to Angel like that. “What I meant to say was…I resolve to use appropriate language in the workplace.”
Again, Spike felt like his voice was out of his control, but this time it was another voice speaking through him. One that was more feminine, but held the raspy quality that seemed to be a trademark of dominatrixes and street walkers.
Spike could hear Angel chuckling softly, could see his eyes twinkle with amusement at the unique intonation. But to Spike, none of this was funny. Being possessed like this made him feel like he had the chip inside his head again, only this time the government blokes had installed some sort of voice modulator into the hardware.
It made him feel wrong, made him feel…violated.
“You don’t seem like yourself,” Angel mused, stating the obvious.
Frustration crinkled Spike’s eyes as he sarcastically said: “Congratulations mate, you solved the mystery. Except that you didn’t because I already soddin’ knew that. I want to know how to fix it.”
“We’ll fix it,” Angel replied firmly, rising from the desk and closing the distance between them. “Just tell me what happened before you came in here. Maybe that will give us the answers we need.”
Spike didn’t much care for the tentative way Angel said “maybe,” but at least it seemed like his grandsire was in the mood to care so he figured now wasn’t the time to shoot a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t really had the most exciting today other than borrowing the Viper for a joy ride, drinking several mugs of Angel’s otter blood, and sweet talking Fred into giving up half of her gingerbread cookie.
There had also been that chat with Harmony right before he had walked into Angel’s office.
The chat about…New Year’s resolutions.
“I think I know what did it,” Spike murmured. “Harm said some magazine told her that she could change the face of the office and make us all goal-oriented robots in the New Year.”
“I don’t get how some administrative newsletter has you speaking like a hooker, Spike,” Angel said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger.
“Well, there were these snowflakes that everyone had to write on and I think something happened when I stepped on them,” Spike said, though he still wasn’t riding a wave of optimism on this one.
To his surprise, though, Angel took him seriously. “This magazine must have warlocks on their staff. Probably enchanted the pages with something. I’ll have Wesley look into it.
“Appreciate that,” Spike replied, feeling momentary relief sweep through him. But it didn’t last long as someone else’s resolution was coming out of his mouth. “I resolve to not have sex with guys like you.”
It was the exact same one Harmony had told him and the look it brought to Angel’s eyes was similar to the one Spike had given Harmony: lustful and predatory. It was one that said: I sincerely doubt that. But just in case, I’ll bend you over the desk and remind you why I keep your annoying butt around. Consider that my resolution for the New Year.
Spike took an unnecessary breath as Angel leaned in, their lips millimeters apart. “Didn’t mean that. Can’t control what I say, yeah?”
Angel responded by grabbing the back of Spike’s head with one hand and his ass with the other. Spike groaned, his own hands wrapping themselves around Angel’s neck as he felt Angel’s hardness against his own growing erection. He didn’t want to wait for Angel to kiss him. He didn’t want to wait for the inevitable sizzle and fire that would make him burn all the hotter for what was in store. He wanted to make a new resolution:
Get Angel off in five minutes or less and prove to him that all the rest of these resolutions swirling around his head are just complete and utter bollocks.
Spike rolled his hips forward, humping against Angel like a horny teenager as he tried to find the angle that would make the friction feel just right. It wasn’t that he was looking to come all over his pants, it was more that the need and desire for release was overpowering.
Angel tightened his grip in Spike’s hair and tugged his head backwards so that he could feel the full force of Angel’s heated gaze. “Don’t care what kind of demon is inside you. I never want to hear you say that again. I can only tolerate so much of you, Spike, and the part I like best....”
“Shut up,” Spike replied. “You know you love all of me. And if you don’t, you can make that your bloody New Year's resolution...after you know, you lose twenty pounds.”
Angel narrowed his eyes, but didn’t argue. Instead, he captured Spike’s lips in a searingly hot kiss and pushed his tongue inside of Spike’s mouth. Somehow, they managed to remove each other’s clothes, despite the groaning protests that came each time their lips separated.
From there, it was a bit of blur. Their naked bodies moved together, entwined together. Instead of someone getting bent over the desk, they ended up on the floor with Spike’s thighs spread wide, his heels digging into Angel’s shoulders as Angel’s cockhead pressed against Spike’s hole.
One quick, slightly painful, thrust was all it took for Spike’s body to familiarize itself with Angel’s girth, and Angel’s rhythm.
They knew how to have sex for hours, but tonight it only took minutes. Time didn’t matter much to Spike though. He still saw fireworks, bright and vividly colorful, exploding behind his eyes as Angel came inside of him.
He still felt boneless and satisfied.
Most importantly, he noted that he no longer felt compelled to tell Angel any more pointless resolutions.
It seemed that all he had needed to do was decide on his own and then let Angel cheer him on, so to speak.
Harmony would be so proud.
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on 2010-12-16 04:58 pm (UTC)Great Harmony voice - and I really liked this part:
"It was the exact same one Harmony had told him and the look it brought to Angel’s eyes was similar to the one Spike had given Harmony: lustful and predatory. It was one that said: I sincerely doubt that. But just in case, I’ll bend you over the desk and remind you why I keep your annoying butt around. Consider that my resolution for the New Year."
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on 2010-12-16 04:58 pm (UTC)This was really cute (and hot)! I love your Harmony!
They knew how to have sex for hours, but tonight it only took minutes.
I really, really like that line.
And pudgy Angel! *grins*
Thank you for sharing, sweetie.
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on 2010-12-16 05:06 pm (UTC)Glad you like my Harmony voice.
And I'm fond of that part too.
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on 2010-12-16 05:07 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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on 2010-12-16 05:08 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2010-12-16 09:49 pm (UTC)Plus, yay for the Angel love!
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on 2010-12-16 09:49 pm (UTC)It's amazing how a place like Power Packer can assist my muse.
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on 2010-12-16 10:42 pm (UTC)...and Harmony on her "resoloutions for the office" mission was superb!
*smooches* xxx
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on 2010-12-17 01:53 pm (UTC)*squishes*
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on 2011-01-13 03:27 am (UTC)(Yes, I'm slowly working on getting caught up on my To Read list of fic.)
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on 2011-01-13 12:22 pm (UTC)