Secrets Shared In Shadows
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katleeptTitle: Secrets Shared In Shadows
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Spike - with mentions of Angel/Cordelia, Wesley/Lilah, Wesley/Fred, and Gunn/Fred
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bad_swa: Monthly Guest Wesley and Theme: In the Office and 1_million_words Comment Fic Challenge: Misled
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 981
Date Written: 6 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Did you think we wouldn't know?" The quiet voice touched by a gentle English accent sends Angel whirling around in a flash of black leather.
"Know what?" he asks, his back suddenly turned to the wall.
Wesley gazes at him, his trained eyes seeing him clearly through the darkness. "Do you think we wouldn't notice that everything was off of your desk this morning? Or see the holes punched in the wall?" He gestures calmly to the wall behind the Vampire.
Angel says nothing. He's been caught! His mind struggles to come up with a conceivable alibi even as Wesley stands and approaches him. "We miss her too, you know," he says just as Angel's opening his mouth to make an excuse he hopes his friend will buy.
"Miss her? I -- " He stops as yesterday's date dawns on him. Between fighting Wolfram and Hart and the latest Demon race trying to conquer the world and sneaking in time with his lover when the others aren't watching, he'd forgotten all about it. He'd forgotten all about her. His face falls.
"We miss her, Angel," Wesley says gently. "We all miss her. But you don't have to bear the burden alone. I loved her before you did, you know."
"You . . . ?"
"Back in high school." Wesley pushes his glasses back up onto his nose. "I realize that I was merely a toy for her to use to make Xander jealous, but my feelings for her were quite real. I'd never felt that strongly for a woman until . . . " His voice drops to a whisper. " . . . until Fred." The poignancy of his grief hangs in the office between them.
Angel's face falls. His shoulder slump. "I miss them too," he whispers, wondering how he could possibly have forgotten that they lost Cordelia two years ago yesterday. He'd sworn when he'd laid her to rest that he would never forget her, and he hasn't. He thinks of her every day. He misses her warm smile and the warm blood with cinnamon sprinkled into it she'd always had waiting for him every evening. He misses her friendship, but despite what they think, he never loved her as Wesley is now professing. She had been his dearest friend, his link to humanity, but nothing more.
Spike slips into his office, sees Angel facing off against Wesley, and nods to his grandsire. "Poof."
Angel's upper lip curls back in both greeting and warning. "I told you not to call me that," he growls.
"Just remember," Wesley pleas softly, laying a comforting hand on Angel's shoulder, "you're not alone."
"I know, Wes," Angel says, shrugging off his hand and looking away from man and Vampire. He mutters a quick, "Thanks," before turning his back on both of them.
He listens as Wesley walks out of his office. He practically feels the glower that passes between him and Spike, but he waits patiently as his friend exits. He listens to his footsteps in the hallway outside and to Spike's as the blonde Vampire slowly comes closer.
"That was a close one, huh?" Spike mutters, breaking the silence.
Angel glowers darkly at him and then looks pointedly at the holes in the wall. "I told you not to leave marks."
Spike grins wide, letting the tips of his deadly fangs show in his expression. "Shall we try it again?" he asks, slinging one arm over Angel's shoulders and angling in for his mouth.
Angel's lips readily and hungrily meet his. He knows he shouldn't encourage the whelp, but there's something about his childe that he's always found so damn hard to refuse. Spike's tongue dives into his mouth, and soon, Angel forgets about his friends, both living and dead, while two hallways away, in a shadowy corner, two mortal men meet in hushed whispers.
"Well?" one asks the other.
"I was right," the British answers, "on both accounts." He sticks out his hand, palm up. "They were at it again, but he still won't admit to it. Pay up."
"Damn," Gunn mutters, digging into his pocket. "I guess Vampires really do have a thing for the ones who made them."
"Technically, Angel didn't sire Spike. He sired Drusilla -- "
"Who in turn sired Spike. Yeah, yeah. I know the story," he mutters as he pops two twenty dollar bills into Wesley's waiting hand. "I just didn't think the Billy Idol wannabe could push over the Princess that soon."
Wesley shrugs, still not realizing the truth of Angel's involvement with Cordelia. He thinks instead of the woman he'll have waiting for him again tonight, fresh from Hell and begging in the chains she chooses to wear as she traps them both in his bed. He never would have thought he'd end up screwing Lilah every night, but his body already flushes with need and hot desire at the mere thought of what will be waiting for him. "Love is strange."
His mind flashes back on Angel. Their boss and friend thinks he's misleading them. Wesley could have told him the truth. He could have told him that he knows he's been playing sex games in the office with Spike every night after everybody else but Gunn and Fred are gone and they're squirreled away in her lab. But the man has a right to his secrets. They all do, and Wesley respects and cares for him too much to let him know he's not succeeding in keeping a bloody thing secret from them.
Gunn whistles. "You got that right," he agrees, but then he grins and walks off to meet his own love in her laboratory. Love is strange all right, but he's one lucky man, and as long as Spike keeps behaving and making Angel happy, he doesn't care what they do -- as long as they leave the building standing, of course.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Spike - with mentions of Angel/Cordelia, Wesley/Lilah, Wesley/Fred, and Gunn/Fred
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
bad_swa: Monthly Guest Wesley and Theme: In the Office and 1_million_words Comment Fic Challenge: MisledWarning(s): None
Word Count: 981
Date Written: 6 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Did you think we wouldn't know?" The quiet voice touched by a gentle English accent sends Angel whirling around in a flash of black leather.
"Know what?" he asks, his back suddenly turned to the wall.
Wesley gazes at him, his trained eyes seeing him clearly through the darkness. "Do you think we wouldn't notice that everything was off of your desk this morning? Or see the holes punched in the wall?" He gestures calmly to the wall behind the Vampire.
Angel says nothing. He's been caught! His mind struggles to come up with a conceivable alibi even as Wesley stands and approaches him. "We miss her too, you know," he says just as Angel's opening his mouth to make an excuse he hopes his friend will buy.
"Miss her? I -- " He stops as yesterday's date dawns on him. Between fighting Wolfram and Hart and the latest Demon race trying to conquer the world and sneaking in time with his lover when the others aren't watching, he'd forgotten all about it. He'd forgotten all about her. His face falls.
"We miss her, Angel," Wesley says gently. "We all miss her. But you don't have to bear the burden alone. I loved her before you did, you know."
"You . . . ?"
"Back in high school." Wesley pushes his glasses back up onto his nose. "I realize that I was merely a toy for her to use to make Xander jealous, but my feelings for her were quite real. I'd never felt that strongly for a woman until . . . " His voice drops to a whisper. " . . . until Fred." The poignancy of his grief hangs in the office between them.
Angel's face falls. His shoulder slump. "I miss them too," he whispers, wondering how he could possibly have forgotten that they lost Cordelia two years ago yesterday. He'd sworn when he'd laid her to rest that he would never forget her, and he hasn't. He thinks of her every day. He misses her warm smile and the warm blood with cinnamon sprinkled into it she'd always had waiting for him every evening. He misses her friendship, but despite what they think, he never loved her as Wesley is now professing. She had been his dearest friend, his link to humanity, but nothing more.
Spike slips into his office, sees Angel facing off against Wesley, and nods to his grandsire. "Poof."
Angel's upper lip curls back in both greeting and warning. "I told you not to call me that," he growls.
"Just remember," Wesley pleas softly, laying a comforting hand on Angel's shoulder, "you're not alone."
"I know, Wes," Angel says, shrugging off his hand and looking away from man and Vampire. He mutters a quick, "Thanks," before turning his back on both of them.
He listens as Wesley walks out of his office. He practically feels the glower that passes between him and Spike, but he waits patiently as his friend exits. He listens to his footsteps in the hallway outside and to Spike's as the blonde Vampire slowly comes closer.
"That was a close one, huh?" Spike mutters, breaking the silence.
Angel glowers darkly at him and then looks pointedly at the holes in the wall. "I told you not to leave marks."
Spike grins wide, letting the tips of his deadly fangs show in his expression. "Shall we try it again?" he asks, slinging one arm over Angel's shoulders and angling in for his mouth.
Angel's lips readily and hungrily meet his. He knows he shouldn't encourage the whelp, but there's something about his childe that he's always found so damn hard to refuse. Spike's tongue dives into his mouth, and soon, Angel forgets about his friends, both living and dead, while two hallways away, in a shadowy corner, two mortal men meet in hushed whispers.
"Well?" one asks the other.
"I was right," the British answers, "on both accounts." He sticks out his hand, palm up. "They were at it again, but he still won't admit to it. Pay up."
"Damn," Gunn mutters, digging into his pocket. "I guess Vampires really do have a thing for the ones who made them."
"Technically, Angel didn't sire Spike. He sired Drusilla -- "
"Who in turn sired Spike. Yeah, yeah. I know the story," he mutters as he pops two twenty dollar bills into Wesley's waiting hand. "I just didn't think the Billy Idol wannabe could push over the Princess that soon."
Wesley shrugs, still not realizing the truth of Angel's involvement with Cordelia. He thinks instead of the woman he'll have waiting for him again tonight, fresh from Hell and begging in the chains she chooses to wear as she traps them both in his bed. He never would have thought he'd end up screwing Lilah every night, but his body already flushes with need and hot desire at the mere thought of what will be waiting for him. "Love is strange."
His mind flashes back on Angel. Their boss and friend thinks he's misleading them. Wesley could have told him the truth. He could have told him that he knows he's been playing sex games in the office with Spike every night after everybody else but Gunn and Fred are gone and they're squirreled away in her lab. But the man has a right to his secrets. They all do, and Wesley respects and cares for him too much to let him know he's not succeeding in keeping a bloody thing secret from them.
Gunn whistles. "You got that right," he agrees, but then he grins and walks off to meet his own love in her laboratory. Love is strange all right, but he's one lucky man, and as long as Spike keeps behaving and making Angel happy, he doesn't care what they do -- as long as they leave the building standing, of course.
The End
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