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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Angel:_the_Series
  Relationship:
      Angel/Spike_(BtVS)
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      Published: 2004-07-21 Words: 2790
****** Have a little heart ******
by felisblanco
Summary
     Watching Queer as Folk can really get your heart pumping. Even if
     it's really not supposed to.
Notes
     What makes a fic a ficlet? Less than 3000 words or...? Drabble is
     less than 500 words, right? Or must it always be 100 words? What then
     do you call a 500 word drabble? A fabble? This is all very confusing.
     But I digress.
     This is a silly little fic(let?) based on a conversation I had with
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=146.4]
miss_c667 the other day about the hotness of some pics she send me to make an
icon I still haven't done. But to give you the idea I put some of them in at
the end of this post. NOT worksafe! Anyway, after some guh! and gah! and a lot
of drooling I said something like 'That would even get Angel's heart beating.'
And so a bunny hopped over and bit me in the leg. I still have the teethmarks!
So I give you...
Big huge thanks to the wonderful [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/
userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=146.4]tgray for betaing *smooch* and of course thanks
to [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=146.4]miss_c667
for the inspiration. For those who don't know, the TV-show in question is
QaFUK.
See the end of the work for more notes
Title: Have a little heart
“Spike! Spike!! SPIKE!!!” The increasingly shrill voice finally got Spike out
of bed and into his pants. He growled as he tried to will his erection down.
And at such a crucial time too. The old man better have a good reason for this.
“All right, all right. Keep your knickers on.” He waltzed into the living room,
stopping short as he saw the lovely images displayed on the screen. “Oi! What
ya watching?”
“Never mind that.” Angel’s face was lit up with excitement, like a kid at
Christmas. “Listen!”
“What?” Spike gave him a brief glance before continuing to stare at the screen.
“Can’t hear anything over all that grunting and moaning. What are you…?” His
eyes suddenly went wide and he stared at Angel. He stared at Angel through
widened eyes. “Bloody hell, where’s that heartbeat coming from?”
“Exactly!”
“What?” Spike walked around the sofa, slowly sitting down next to Angel. “Are
you telling me…?” He reached out his hand and placed the palm over Angel’s
chest, then snatched it away with a look of astonishment on his face. “That’s
your heart!”
“I know!!” Angel looked so animated, Spike expected him to start giggling like
a maniac any second. “Isn’t it amazing?”
“It’s bloody impossible.” Spike looked him over, not quite sure how to react.
“You turned human, just like that? One, two, Shanshu?”
“I don’t think so.” Angel frowned. “I can still do grr and I have no desire for
ice cream whatsoever.”
“Ice cream?”
“Don’t ask.”
Spike raised an eyebrow, but decided to let it slide. For now. “But what then?
Something must have happened. A spell maybe or…” Again the noise from the TV
distracted him and he turned toward it. “What is that?”
“What?” Angel followed his gaze and then blushed so fast almost all his blood
left his dick. Almost. “Oh, that. Ehem… lets just turn that off.” He reached
for the remote but Spike got to it first, turning the sound up slightly.
“Let’s not. They’re showing that on regular TV?” He tilted his head and
whistled approvingly. “Wow!”
Angel tried again to grab the remote but gave up after some rather ridiculous
attempts. “Spike, can we concentrate on my problem?”
Spike looked at him with a frown. “What problem? You’re still a vampire.”
Sighing, he turned back to the TV. “Maybe you have the flu or something. Oh
bollocks!”
“Spike!”
“Well, they are. Look!” Spike smacked his lips and nodded toward the screen.
“And a fine pair too.”
They watched in silence, neither of them able to take their eyes off until the
scene was over. Spike leaned his head against his sire’s chest, the sound of
the beating heart having a very strange effect on him. He thought he might just
get used to this thumping sound in his ear. He sighed and reached over to put
the remote on the table. Leaning back again he frowned. “Wait a minute, are you
taping this?”
Angel squirmed and blushed a very pretty red colour. “Erm… well, yeah.”
“Angel, you horny old twat!” Punching him gently in the gut, Spike sniggered
happily. “Got many?”
“Actually that’s the first episode and see? Now it’s over so we can just turn
this off and…” Snatching the remote from the table he started to push the
buttons. Damn, these things never worked.
“Hang on. Rewind that for me, will ya? I think I have a theory.”
“Not gonna sing, are you?” Angel frowned and searched for the rewind button
until Spike impatiently took the remote from his hands and pushed it for him.
“Shut up.” As the video rewound he leaned against Angel’s chest again. Boom-
boom. Boom-boom. “So you were sitting here and suddenly that dried-up walnut of
yours started beating?” Finally. He hit play and… oh yeah, this was beauty.
“Not a dried up…” Angel’s voice trailed off as he became glued to the screen.
“Yeah.”
“Oh fuck! Well, I’m not surprised! Look at that.” Spike gestured toward the TV.
“That, my friend would even start that monkey boy’s heart if he had one.”
“You think this is why…?” Angel frowned and looked down at Spike. “What monkey
boy?”
“That tiny little bugger, whatshisname… Beaver, Box, something that means girl
parts.”
“Bush?”
Spike snapped his fingers. “That’s the one. Suppressed urges if I ever saw them
brewing in that one. Too small of a brain to figure it out, I reckon.” Spike
chuckled and snuggled up tighter. “But that’s beside the point. We’re talking
about you, right? You and your ticky-ticker.”
“My what? Oh, right.” Angel looked at the screen critically. “You think this is
what started it?” Pondering this for a moment he nudged Spike. “Then how come
yours is still dead as a doornail?”
“Ah, well. Me, I’m…” He frowned and looked down at his chest. “Hell, if I know.
Maybe it came back wrong?” There was a slight hurt tone in his voice.
“Wrong?”
“Yeah, you know. When they brought me back.” Spike shrugged. “Maybe they forgot
to put my heart in.” His eyes took on a faraway look before suddenly going
wide. “Does that mean I really am immortal?”
Angel chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I can still chop off your head or throw
you out the window on a sunny day, so I wouldn’t push it if I were you.”
“Hah! You wouldn’t. Would be too bloody miserable without me, you old sod.”
“Maybe.” They took their eyes off the screen long enough for some serious
necking, resurfacing some time later, panting heavily. Spike laid his head on
Angel’s chest again, drumming his fingers against the ribs in rhythm with the
thumping. It was so soothing that Angel started to doze off. Sleepily he
muttered, “So you don’t think this will last?”
“Don’t know. Sounds nice though.” Spike kept drumming his fingers, slowly
moving his hand further down.
“Yeah.” Angel sighed and closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of his heart
beating, his blood running through his veins. He woke up to Spike’s fingers now
pinching his erection.
“Wakey, wakey, mate. Lets see if we can get it to speed up a little, shall we?”
Reaching inside Angel’s pants, Spike stroked the smooth flesh while gripping a
nipple with his teeth through Angel’s silk shirt.
“Mmmmmm…. Spike!” Angel suddenly pushed him away, a look of panic on his face.
“What?”
“What if it can’t handle it and… I don’t know, it explodes?”
Spike stared at him. “Explodes? Like ‘Kaboom!’? That’s just stupid.”
“You don’t know that.” Angel jumped up and started pacing the room. “It hasn’t
beaten in…”
Spike stood up too and walked over to him, laying a soothing hand on his arm.
“Only been a few years, luv.” Pouting slightly he added, “And I know it got
some action then.”
“How do you know…?” Angel stared at Spike’s shifty face and then tore his arm
free. “Spike, I told you to leave my journals alone! They’re private!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Spike smirked and pressed up against him, grinding
their erections together. “So now that we know you won’t dust, kiss me
already!”
“We do not know! I was human then, all my organs were… fresh.”
“What do you mean…?” Spike frowned then backed away with a look of horror on
his face. “Eeeeurgh! Angel, I did not want to know that! You better be clean
now or I swear I will never…”
“Spike, that was years ago! And I haven’t heard you complain. Besides, they
turned back time so it never happened, you idiot.”
“Oh yeah.” Spike thought for a moment then tilted his head. “Well, do you feel
any need now? Because I’m not licking you if you…”
“Spike! God!” Angel gave him a disgusted look. “Can we change the subject,
please?”
Spike reached over and loosened Angel’s belt. “All right.” He tugged at the
pants, cursing loudly as they proved a little harder to work with. “Fuck, what
kind of zipper is this?”
“It’s the regular kind, Spike. Here, let me do it.”
Smiling as Angel’s pants finally dropped, Spike sat down on the couch, stroking
the strong thighs before moving his hands further back. “Oh yeah, that’s a nice
arse.”
“Thanks.”
“No, not yours!” Spike nodded toward the TV. “That one. Young and fresh and…”
He shuddered with a look of revulsion on his face. “I’m never going to be able
to say that word again, am I?”
“Idiot.” Angel sank down on the sofa beside him, licking his neck.
“So you keep saying. But look at that arse! Can’t be more than sixteen that
lad.”
Angel took a break from Spike’s neck long enough to glance over at the screen.
“Fifteen.”
“Really?” Spike licked his lips, his left hand rubbing his own erection while
the right one worked on Angel’s. That earned him a moaning against his neck,
making his skin prickle with goose bumps.
“Really.” Angel moved on to nibbling his way down to Spike’s collar bone, still
using blunt teeth, but they were starting to itch, aching to slide into the
pale flesh.
“Mmmmm.” Spike was breathing shallowly, trying to suppress the urge to beg
‘Bite me! Bite me!’ Instead he slipped his hand inside Angel’s boxers and
resumed his stroking, chuckling as the nibbling faltered for a moment before
starting up again, a little bit harder this time.
“The other one’s not bad either.”
Spike followed Angel’s gaze, smirking as he saw what he was looking at. “Not
bad at all. Nice… thighs.”
Angel raised Spike’s t-shirt and licked his way up the hard, but rather
ticklish stomach, finally reaching his nipples. “Yeah. Almost as nice as his
dick.”
Spike’s eyes jumped to the screen and he gaped in appreciation. “They didn’t
even blur it!”
Angel tugged at one nipple with his teeth while pinching the other with his
fingers. “Ith Bitith.”
“It is?” Spike stared for a minute and then gave a pleased nod. “Well, that
explains a lot. I hadn’t realised. Not like they’ve said that much yet.” Oh
yeah, that’s it. Now lick down again.
To Spike’s frustration, Angel raised his head instead and leaned back against
the couch again, enjoying the feel of Spike’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
“They talked a whole bunch a few minutes ago.”
“They did?” Spike couldn’t remember any words being uttered. Actually, he
couldn’t remember any plot either. “When?”
“While you were trying to make me combust.”
“Oh.” Spike frowned, then knocked on Angel’s chest, not too gently. “Not going
to combust, are you? Now take that shirt off so I can hear it better.” Fumbling
with the buttons he finally growled and forced it apart.
“You ripped it! And I really liked this shirt.” Angel gave him his best puppy
eyes look, but it was totally wasted on Spike who was at the moment licking his
chest. With a sigh he decided to let it slide, not wanting to disturb his boy’s
good work. Not yet anyway.
It didn’t take that long before their remaining clothes were lying on the floor
in a various state of shreds. And the couch was getting more than its share of
vampire loving. In fact, it was squeaking its complaints rather loudly as Spike
was pummelled into its pillows, growling and groaning.
“Damn, show’s over. Should I rewind it again?”
Angel tried to reach for the remote but Spike slapped his hand. “And stop doing
that?”
Angel raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “You’ve got a point there.”
“Just leave it.” And just to show Angel his point even further, he gave him a
good squeeze. Not that Angel really needed more persuasion. Actually, any more
and this would be over real quickly.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
Angel frowned. The high pitched moaning wasn’t exactly in rhythm with his
thrusting, but then again Spike probably wasn’t that coherent right about now.
“Oh, oh, ooooooohhhhh!”
“Jesus, Spike. Keep it down.”
“That wasn’t me. That…” Spike turned his head, “… it’s on TV. Oh God! What is
that?” He tried to reach for the remote but it escaped his slick fingers,
finally falling on the floor.
“Oh fuck!”
Angel tried his hardest to reach for the damn thing without slipping out, but
it was proving rather difficult with Spike squirming and yelling at him. “Turn
it off! Turn it off!”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“Just kick the damn thing!” Spike pushed his face into the pillows. “God, my
eyes!”
“Here, I got it. “
The silence was bliss and for a moment they stayed frozen. Spike let loose a
loud sigh, slinging an arm over his eyes.
“Phew. That was horrible!” He shuddered. “All those wrinkles and saggy tits
and… suddenly the word fresh doesn’t seem so bad anymore.” He sighed again,
then smiled and wiggled his butt. And again. Angel wasn’t moving. Spike lifted
his arm and looked up at his sire, startled to see the sad look on his face.
“It stopped.”
Sitting back Angel put a hand over his heart. Spike sat up slowly and then
removed his Sire's hand, kissing its palm before leaning forward and placing an
even softer kiss where it had been. “I’m so sorry, luv.”
Angel sighed. “Wasn’t meant to last.”
“Maybe not.” Spike tilted his head and gave him a small smile. He scrunched up
his nose and added, “But I reckon it was that old bird flapping her tits around
that did it.”
“Maybe.” Angel looked at the TV like he wanted to hit it with a very big axe.
“Definitely.” Spike leaned forward and started licking the sweaty chest, trying
his best to get Angel back on track. It seemed to be working, his cock rising
instead of wilting as it had a few moments earlier.
“What was that, anyway?” Angel closed his eyes. Erase saggy tits. Insert pretty
asses. Spike’s pretty ass. That boy there, what was his name again?
“I think it was that show, you know that sex show, with the women.”
Spike’s voice was breaking through his nice vision and with regret he came back
to the present with a frown. “Well, that was pretty obvious.” Suddenly it
dawned on him. “Oh, you mean Sex and the City?”
Spike raised an eyebrow at him. “And why does you knowing that not surprise
me?” He pushed Angel back and started licking his way up his belly. “Let’s
never watch that again, shall we?”
“Fine with me.” Angel panted as the light licks moved further up until Spike
was lying on top of him, nibbling his ear, grinding their erections together.
“Fine on you.”
Oh yeah, right there. Nnnggh. “Wha…what is?”
“Me.” Spike lowered himself on his cock, smirking as Angel’s eyes widened and
he gasped for breath. “Can’t… can’t argue with thaaaahat.”
“So, since we don’t have to worry about you going poof,” rising slowly then
slamming himself down, “… can we concentrate on me going poof?”
“Poof?” Angel smiled at him rather sheepishly as though he were having troubles
controlling his muscles above the waist.
“You know what I mean.” Spike set up a slower rhythm, placing his palms on
Angel’s chest. “That wench almost killed him...” he looked down with a pout,
“…but then I remembered that nice little dimpled bottom and…”
Angel frowned. “You have me naked right in front of you and you had to think of
some… kid to keep your hard on?”
“Not just any kid!” Spike’s face took on a dreamy look. Without loosing his
rhythm he leaned down and bit Angel’s ear. “Admit it, you fancied him too.”
“I didn’t...” Seeing the look on Spike’s face he sighed. “All right, so maybe I
did. He had a pretty nice ass.”
“There you go.”
The rhythm was getting faster and harder and pretty soon Angel was indeed
going, or rather coming, with a violent shudder. Spike gave him a few extra
squeezes, just to be nice, nobly ignoring Angel’s protesting whimpers. Finally,
he lay down on the damp chest, nuzzling Angel’s neck. “Anyway, now that we’ve
taken care of your problem, what are you going to do about mine?”
Angel opened his eyes and smiled. “Can’t say I consider it a ‘problem’, more
off a mission really.”
Spike purred with a happy smile. “You gonna be the missionary?” Suddenly he was
flipped over, staring up at Angel’s looming form, grinning as he saw the
twinkle in his eyes.
“As long as you don’t call me Father.”
“Can I call you daddy?”
“If you’re good.” Angel smirked and trailed a wet finger down Spike’s chest and
stomach, then twirled it in the curled hairs.
“And if I’m bad?”
Angel’s smile was pure Angelus. “Then I’ll make you scream it.”
And now for the pretties...
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End Notes
     I honestly can't remember what scene from Sex and the city was
     supposed to make Angel's heart stop but whatever it was, I'm sorry I
     wrote that. It was body shaming and totally uncalled for. But this is
     part of my fandom history, the good, the bad and the ugly. We live
     and learn as they say.
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