RockStarPeach

Written for the 'Spike goes to school' days at nekid_spike.

It's a bit goofy, like my little ficlets have been lately.  And it's Spangel!  Really, just Spangel.  Nobody else interfering.  Wes tried.  I actually typed a couple of paragraphs with Wes in them before I came out of my daze and deleted them, screaming at my screen 'Hey!  Get out of here Wesley!  This is a Spangel.  You'll get your turn soon.'  He does make an appearance, but not in a sexy way.  I'm rather proud of myself for that :)

Title:  Kindergarten Spike
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: Adult

 

“No.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’m not doin’ it.”

 

“Yes, you are.”

 

“Bugger that, Angel.  Told you yesterday – get someone else.”

 

“There is no-one else.”

 

Angel sighed.  He knew this was a bad idea, and he couldn’t quite figure out why he was trying to talk Spike into it.  It was bound to end in disaster.  He knew that.  But their regular had called in sick, and they hadn’t been able to find a replacement anywhere.

 

The rest of the team was busy working on things that they couldn’t put off; only Spike had some free time.  There was no getting around it.  It had to be him.

 

Angel allowed his eyelids to flutter slightly, slowly.  He leaned just the tiniest bit closer to Spike, ghosting unnecessary breath over the smaller vampire’s bare collar bone.  He tilted his head upward a fraction to bring his nose into the barest contact with a smooth, hard cheek.

 

“Come on, Spike,” he all but purred.  “Please.”

 

Spike’s resolve was starting to crumble.  God damn Angel!  He always knew just what to do to get what he wanted.  But not this time.  No siree.  Spike wasn’t going to fall for it.

 

Not gonna happen, Spike thought as Angel’s hand came to land on the hollow of Spike’s throat, fingers tracing a random pattern on the skin. 

 

He can just forget it, Spike told himself as the hand slipped under the blanket and across his chest, allowing nimble fingers to scrape and pinch very interested nipples.

 

Just gonna have to find someone else, Spike mentally insisted, even as his body betrayed him with the firm grasp of Angel’s strong hand on the rock-hard flesh of his cock.

 

Angel smiled into Spike’s neck when he felt the blond’s hips push up to meet his hand.  Almost had him.  Angel pulled his hand away completely, and watched Spike’s hooded eyes shoot wide open and turn to focus on Angel, hard and demanding.

 

“No time right now baby.  I’ve gotta get to work.  But if you do what I asked, we’ll finish this later.”

 

“You right bastard!”  Spike bellowed, sitting up on the bed, letting the blanket pool around his waist.  “You think you’re gonna get me to do your bidding with the promise of a sodding hand job, you’re even stupider than I thought.”

 

Angel laughed and sat up next to Spike, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting up out of bed completely.  “No.  I thought we’d start with the hand job.  And then I’d let you…”  Angel leaned in very close to Spike, whispering his final offer into his lover’s ear.  “That is, if you do a good job today.”

 

Spike pulled away, shocked at Angel’s offer, but not too shocked to agree, fast, before the dumb bastard changed his mind.  “Fine, ponce.  I’ll do it.  But you keep up your end of the deal, yeah?”

 

Spike and Angel got up to dress, Spike grumbling the whole time.  Angel smiled and whistled and was generally much more pleasant than he normally was, and that just made Spike even grumpier.

 

He shoved his feet into his boots using much more force than strictly necessary and stomped to the elevator door, stabbing it hard with an angry finger.

 

“Oh, Spike,” Angel called out, voice much too merry for Spike’s current mood.

 

Spike turned, saying nothing, only raising one eyebrow slightly.

 

“I want a report of your assignment on my desk by seven o’clock tonight.”

 

Spike pursed his lips and flipped Angel the bird and got into the elevator, whishing he was able to slam a door behind him.

 

And that was how Spike ended up knee deep in rug rats, leading the junior kindergarten that Wolfram and Hart provided for its employees, cursing Angel once more for every minute that ticked by on the clock.

 

***

 

Angel was chuckling to himself when Spike came into his office a little after nine that night.  Spike had come in at seven on the dot, slammed the requested report down on the desk, said, ‘Goin’ to get cleaned up.  Be back later to collect,” and left.

 

Now he had come back, just as Angel was finishing up reading about Spike’s day, and Angel tried to school his features, at least a little, lest he get Spike even more riled up than he already seemed.

 

He tried stop laughing, but he couldn’t.  It wasn’t his fault, really.  Just, picturing Spike surrounded by 3 and 4 year olds all day, being climbed on, sneezed on, drooled on, peed on, being screamed at, laughed at, not listened to, hair being pulled, nose being squeezed, eyes being poked… it was all too much.

 

He gave up trying to be polite, and let out a long, loud laugh, intensity increasing in relation to Spike’s scowl.

 

“Shut it,” Spike warned.

 

Angel ignored him.   “They stole your duster?”

 

“Yeah, well.  I got it back,” he said, toeing the floor.

 

“They painted your hair with finger paints?”

 

“That was an honest mistake,” Spike said, looking up at Angel.  “We were doing some finger painting, see.  And this one little girl says she’s painting a picture of me and needs some blue paint for my hair.  I told my hair wasn’t blue, and I guess she took that as some kind of request, because the next thing I know she’s got her hand in the blue jar, and then her grubby little fingers were all over my head.”

 

Angel again tried to hide a smirk, and again failed miserably.  “They thought your vamp face was funny?”

 

Spike growled.  “Was tryin’ to get ‘em to quiet down for a minute, so I thought maybe if I showed a little fang it’d scare ‘em into shuttin’ the hell up.  Bloody twerps just laughed at me.  Laughed!  At me!  Should have expected it, I s’pose.  Parents work for bloody Wolfram and Hart; they’re not gonna be scared of a tiny little vamp.”

 

Angel had to agree it was a pretty stupid thing to try to scare the kids with, but he managed to feel a little bad for Spike.  He knew it hurt when your vampirism was challenged.  He wasn’t feeling bad enough, however, to put an end to the torment just yet.

 

“They gave you a black eye?”

 

Spike sighed.  He knew Angel was only going over all this to make fun of him.  He knew this already; it was written down clearly on the sheet of paper he held in his hands.

 

“I tried to give them all detention, and they didn’t fancy staying an extra hour so they rushed door, with me standin’ in the way.  They knocked me down and I took a few itty bitty heels to the face on their way out.”

 

Angel chuckled again at the mental image that inspired.  “You shouldn’t have tried to give them detention.”

 

Spike got angry with the reminder of why he had tried to punish kids in the first place.  “Yeah?  Well they shouldn’t have said The Clash sucked!”

 

Angel once again wondered what he had been thinking, putting someone who often displayed the emotional maturity of a toddler in charge of a room full of them.

 

“One of them actually peed on you?” he asked with glee.

 

Spike looked a little embarrassed about that.  “Well, it’s not like he was aiming for me!” he said, in his own defence.  “Kid told me he had to go, so I told ‘im ‘go ahead’.  Then he starts pissing himself, so I picked ‘im up and carried ‘im to the loo.  Bit got on me.  How was I supposed to know the little wanker couldn’t go by himself?!”

 

Angel shook his head.  “Spike, he’s three.  What did you expect?  You’re lucky you didn’t have to change any diapers.”

 

“No.  You’re lucky I didn’t have to change any diapers.”  Spike’s look became predatory as he advanced on Angel, plucking the report from his fingers and tossing it aside.

 

“Now, be a good little boy and strip off, yeah?” Spike ordered, reaching down to adjust his rapidly filling cock.

 

Angel looked around, small tendrils of apprehension wrapping around his brain.  “What?  Here?”  He had thought they would do this upstairs.

 

Spike smirked, that smirk that said nothing but sex, that smirk that he knew and Angel knew that nobody could resist, that smirk that got him anything and everything he wanted, and Angel was helpless to resist.

 

Angel stood and looked out the large glass wall to the reception area outside.  There was nobody there; everyone had already gone home for the day, but still his fingers shook with the knowledge that anyone could walk by and look in at him.  Soon naked.  Soon with Spike.

 

Still, he did as requested, meticulously removing each article of clothing and placing them neatly on the chair he had been sitting in.  Naked, he faced Spike, semi-erect cock growing to full hardness, as the sight of his lover rubbing his own cock through his jeans with one hand, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his duster pocket with the other registered in his still slightly jittery brain.

 

Spike twirled the handcuffs carelessly around a finger and nodded his head toward the internal window.  Angel narrowed his eyes in confusion, not quite getting what Spike was after, but headed in the indicated direction anyway.

 

After a few steps Spike fell in behind Angel, arm wrapping around him from the back, guiding him to where he wanted him to be. 

 

Once they were in front of the wide glass, Spike reached up and wrapped the chain between the cuffs around the rod for the blinds at the top of the window.  “Hands up, pet,” he commanded, and as Angel complied he locked first one wrist, then the other solidly into bindings strong enough to hold a vampire in the throes of passion.  He only hoped the rod would be strong enough.

 

Spike stood behind Angel once again, running his hands freely over the vast expanse of naked skin before him, relishing every twitch, shiver, spasm of lust, fear, passion.  It wasn’t often Angel gave up all control like this, and they both knew that nothing less would have gotten Spike into that torturous classroom earlier today.

 

Spike didn’t bother taking his clothes off.  He knew this wasn’t going to last very long; not with Angel looking so fuckin’ sexy, all stretched out, bare and waiting, wanting him, pushing his arse back against Spike’s caress, making those delicious little noises he made when he was really turned on.

 

It didn’t much bother Spike, the leaving his clothes on.  Gave him an inflated sense of power.  Artificially inflated, he knew, but no matter.  Just now, it was getting him off.

 

He opened his zipper with one hand, pulling out his erection, while playing several fingers into Angel with the other.  ‘Oh, love,” Spike praised.  “Very well done.”  Angel was already slick, ready for Spike to take him, and Spike didn’t waste a second, pushing in as soon as he was free of his own pants.

 

Spike had been right.  It didn’t last long.  Within minutes of thrusting and panting and moaning and whispered words of lust and love and eternal devotion, they were both finding release; Spike high and deep inside his lover, and Angel across the clear pane of glass that separated his office form the hallway.

 

Spike put both of his arms around Angel, hugging him tight, resting his head against the taller vampire’s shoulder blades to recover.

 

Angel rested his head forward on the glass, taking a minute to collect himself before he demanded to be freed from the stupid cuffs and brought Spike upstairs for a little role reversal.

 

It wasn’t long into the post-coital haze that they were both greatly enjoying before Spike felt Angel tense in his arms, and he looked up to see what the problem was.

 

Spike and Angel both froze, staring out the window as Wesley stood, poised to knock on Angel’s office door, but frozen in place by the sight that greeted him.

 

They watched him slowly put his hand back down, mouth open, a mix of horror and embarrassment in his eyes, and heard him mumble something that sounded vaguely like ‘dear lord’, before turning and heading back to whichever direction he came from.

 

Spike just barely had time to produce a key from his pocket and unlock Angel before they both collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles quite unbecoming two master vampires. 

 

Eventually the giggles turned to intimate touches and they got up off the floor, stumbling over each other in their attempt to keep up the kissing and fondling on the way to the elevator to head upstairs for some more fun.

 

Angel’s last thought before the elevator door closed behind them and he was lost in Spike for many, many hours, was that he would have to get Spike to do favours for him more often.

 

END