Love him, I do.
Warning: Character death's
Rating: Short and sad, no real sex
Challenge must include:
A rendition to "you sexy thing" by either hot chocolate or
The quote, "You complete and utter smeghead"
A sex scene with a banana and spilled Frangelico liquor
Nurses uniform with red high heels
The pairing of spike and wesley
Can be a darkfic, sadfic or have a happy ending.
A long finger slowly stroked the picture in the frame. Two men
standing side by side, one dressed in a dressing gown looking
highly embarrassed, the other, a smaller bleached blond holding
two fingers up behind the taller man's head while dressed as
a Playboy Bunny complete with the ears which had been twisted
into an obscene gesture and matching sneer. They had gotten the
dare by default, not really their choice at all.
Sigh and the picture was put down on the tattered remains of old
lavender towels. They had gone out together in an apology to
Cordelia for ruining her party after the two of them had done a
drunken rendition of "You Sexy Thing" to the tune of the new
band 'T-Shirt' along with a dance on the coffee table that had
collapsed under the weight of them both much to everybody's
The next day had seen them with agonising hangovers, standing in
the queue to buy the lavender towels that Cordelia had insisted
that they buy.
"Always were a complete and utter smeghead" stated the tired
English accented voice, quoting the other's favourite expression
from Red Dwarf, a show that they had come to like watching
together. At first it had been a small thing that they had in
common between them, something that Angel had made them do, if
only to have a half hour's peace from the constant bickering.
Coughing filled the quiet white room. Looking around at the
bare lifeless walls, the lone occupant wiped at the tears that
began to flow when he remembered the time he came home and to
his surprise found and find his lover in a candy striper
uniform and red heels standing in the kitchen holding a banana
and a bottle of Frangelico, leering at him and making wicked
suggestions with the piece of fruit. He had been momentarily
stunned at first, fruit never having been used in the sex that
had developed between them, the uniform not so unusual.
Cock growing under the hot glances of the other, he had grabbed
at the bottle meaning to put it down on the bench so that he
could wrap his arms around his lover who was busy suggestively
licking his own lips. Not really making the bench, the open
liquor bottle had spilled over them both staining the uniform
and his shirt. Both frozen for one moment, the action had
exploded into a frenzied passion when both of the panting males
had licked at the spilled amber liquid that had soaked
through and onto their skin. He had ended up being taken from
behind that night for the first time, something that was to be
repeated many a time during the 13 years that they ended up
being together. The banana had been squished and ground into
the small of his back, pretty gross until his lover had licked
and eaten what was left right off his quivering skin.
Wheezing filled the room as the skinny malnourished male choked
on the sobs as he remembered what had become the most important
relationship in his whole existence. After the other man had
been accidentally killed one day just having a joke with a
demon that had turned nasty without warning, he didn't think
that he would survive the following days of darkness. Cordelia,
Angel and even Gunn and his wife Kate had offered their constant
support and various shoulders to cry upon.
He had shut them all out, one by one. Moved away so that they
couldn't find him. Didn't want their pity, didn't want them to
see him so weak.
Didn't matter anymore now, he was dying. The sodding chip had
finally done him in. Not only took away his right to feed, it
was taking away his right to exist. Stupid thing had turned him
human and had continued to burn away at his brain until age had
caught up with him. Time can truly never be denied and here he
was, sitting in a hospital bed looking like a well preserved 100
Wasn't so upset anymore. Now it was just a matter of how many
hours it was until he saw his hearts desire again. He was sure
that he was going to go upstairs, he had made sure that Wesley
hadn't died in vain. Continued to fight the good fight for both
himself and the Watcher. Arthritic fingers clutched painfully
at the lavender rags. It had taken another 32 years to get like
this and he still hadn't spoken one word to his Sire and former
work mates since the day he removed himself from their lives.
Didn't matter anymore.
Just want to drift away,
Follow the odd light shooting towards him.
Wes, is that you?
Love you Wes.