RockStarPeach

Title: That One Time with Angel
Rating: PG
Summary: So Spikes ‘that one time’ comment in “Power Play” got me (and everyone else) thinking about his 'one time' with Angel, and then about his 'one time' with others. Part of a series that covers Spikes ‘that one time’ with several different characters.
A/N: Takes place a couple of years after Spike was turned by Dru.
Disclaimer: Not mine.


On with the show...


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The first thing he became aware of was the nausea. Oh the nausea, Satan in Hell, take me now. He figured that if he could just vomit up everything he had put into his stomach the night before, Hell might just give him a miss for now, though this feeling was close enough. Of course when he tried to move to a position where the contents of his stomach wouldn’t land on him when they made their re-appearance, the headache kicked in. Not just any headache, but a marching band-sized headache, and the band was currently playing a rousing chorus of ‘God Save the Queen’. He thought it best to wait for a more mellow piece before trying anything so taxing as moving.

Keeping his eyes closed for now, to avoid any more stimulation that he figured be probably didn’t need yet, he lay still for several minutes, aware only of the marching band and his roiling stomach. When the cacophony in his head finally started to fade to the background his other senses started to kick in. He didn’t feel like he was home, in his warm, soft bed. Didn’t seem to be laying on quilts and pillows. Didn’t smell any scented oils burning. He was cold. And itchy. And he didn’t need his vampire nose to pick up the ripe smells of animals and old hay and rotting wood. Most importantly, though, the body he was tangled up with didn’t feel much at all like his dark princess.

He allowed his arm to move, very slightly and slowly over his current bedmate. The body he felt was definitely too large, and hard and hairy to belong to a woman. Wait - yep, decidedly male. Uh-Oh. The good news was, the body wasn’t breathing, so if he had over indulged with spirits the night before, and shagged his prey before (or after) killing him, that wasn’t such a big deal. It certainly didn’t seem like he had been the one to be buggered, so no harm done right? Still, he thought he should get dressed and get out of there before Angelus came looking for him. If he was found like this, he’d likely never hear the end of it.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes - to see none other than Angelus himself sleeping next to him, naked as the day he was born.

“Bugger.”

***

He woke with a feeling of sickness worse than the Devil himself ever visited upon a soul. Of course, that was to be expected after all the Devil's drink he had had last night, and besides, the feeling was far from unfamiliar.

He became aware of himself pretty quickly when he heard William's voice next to him. And with the arrival of consciousness came a very quick succession of realizations. One, he was with William, two, they were in a barn, three, the girls were nowhere to be seen, four, they were naked, and five, Darla was going to kill him. The reason that Darla was going to kill him was just too unthinkable, so he resolutely refused to think it.

He got up as quickly as he could to try to put some distance between himself and William, but the younger vampire had the same idea and was already standing a few meters away. He didn’t think his vamp speed had ever been put to better use. Their new positions, of course, left each of them with a clear view of the other, with not a stitch on to hide the goods.

They both turned slightly, embarrassed, and then Angelus turned back to face William, angry that he had felt he needed to hide anything. It’s not like they had never seen each other naked before. Of course that was always with the girls, and he and William had never.... Well, he had snuck the occasional peek, of course, but this was an entirely different and unnerving situation. Still, he’d not have young William thinking there was anything that could discomfit The Great Angelus.

After a short, silent search, they managed to find their clothes. They were relatively intact – and Angelus was steadfastly NOT thinking about what could have caused the rip down his shirt, or the lost button on his trousers- and the boys managed to look passable after they had dressed.

Angelus could feel the sun coming. They probably had less than an hour to make it home or they’d be stuck in this barn all day together. Alone. With nothing to talk about, since nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night. He opened his mouth to tell William that they had better get moving, but William was already speaking.

“We didn’t....” William started as he waved a vague hand over the pile of hay they had woken up on together. He was too mortified to finish the statement. Or question. He wasn’t sure which.

“What!?” What was he doing? Talking about it? There was nothing to talk about, because they weren’t going to think about that thing that hadn’t happened. “Of course not! We would never...”

“No, right. Never. ‘Course not.” William indicated the problems he was having keeping his own trousers on and the few mysteriously missing buttons on his shirt. “But...”

“But nothin’!” Angelus interrupted. “We were probably just... havin’ a go at a couple o’ ladies, and... they left before we woke is all.”

William could tell that Angelus was clearly not convinced by his own tale, but decided not to call him on it. They both could smell no traces of women in the place, and if there had been ladies present there would probably be corpses about. Angelus was going to ignore it? All the better for William. He wouldn’t have to worry about the girls finding out. Wouldn’t have to worry about Angelus rubbing his nose in it. Wouldn’t have to worry about Angelus ever thinking about it again. Good. He could ignore it too. So how come he felt just the tiniest sense of loss that the other man would never think about it again?

Angelus watched as the slightly skeptical look crossed Williams face and was replaced by one of wistful acceptance. “Come on boyo,” he said with a slight smile, as he placed his arm around William's shoulders to guide him toward the door. “We’d best get home before the sunrise. The girls will be wonderin’ where we’ve been, and Darla will take it out of your hide as well as mine if we’re out the whole day again.”

The touch on his shoulders was both welcome and not at the same time. William could tell that his mentor was trying desperately to get back some of the easy camaraderie that had existed between the pair only a few hours ago. William wasn’t sure just what it was he wanted, but that really didn’t matter, since it seemed his grand-sire had already decided.

“Sure Angelus,” he responded quietly, looking directly at the man. He was feeling longing and relief in equal measure and he was sure they were written clearly on his face. “Let’s go home”.

Angelus dropped his arm and the two headed out together into the pre-dawn, back to their women.

End