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Nothing Ventured by shapinglight (NC-17)
Fandom: ANGEL THE SERIES
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Length: 6,914 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shapinglight
Author Website: Distorting Mirrors
Why this must be read: This story goes slightly AU at a busy time in canon for both Angel and Spike; Spike's chipped and depressed about breaking up with Buffy, and Angel's protecting baby Connor and angsting about Cordelia and Groo. The voices are just excellent, and I love the way there's so much going on for both of them here that the other is totally in the dark about. It's deliciously fun to have them conversing without either one actually understanding what they're really talking about. It makes for such satisfying layers! And the dynamic between Spike and Angel is simply perfect in every respect; they tear at each other and posture and growl, but they also matter to each other in all sorts of ways neither really wants to admit.
"Get out!" Angel spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm warning you, Spike -if Buffy's prepared to let you stay in Sunnydale, that's her business, but you're not welcome here."
Spike attempted another pout, but it was half-hearted this time and he ended up looking defensive.
"Oh, that's nice. Bloke comes all this way to see his grandsire – 'cos deny it all you like, we are family - and what does he get? A slap in the face and his marching orders." He raised his scarred eyebrow. "No sodding wonder you have to pay people to be friends with you."
"At least I have friends." Angel clenched his fists. "The last time we met, you paid an insane paedophile vampire to run me through with red-hot pokers – joined in yourself, as I recall. Did you really expect me to welcome you with open arms?"
Spike tilted his head again. "Well – yeah. What're a few red-hot pokers between family? I mean-" and now the smirk was back, "-s'hardly as bad as some of the stuff you did to me back in the day."
Damn him! At Spike's words, Angel was instantly aware of Gunn looking at him sidelong and of Fred's eyes growing round.
Spike looked at one human, then the other. His smirk became positively gleeful.
"They don't know, do they?" At once, he began to babble, "Well, there was this one time, see, not long after I was turned, when Angelus here hung me up by the bollocks from this big, cut-glass chandelier–"
Fred's eyes were already as big as saucers. There was only one thing for it.
Angel reached out and grabbed Spike's arm by the elbow. He began to drag him in the direction of the stairs. "One hour, Spike. That's all the time I'm gonna waste on you, so you'd better make it good."
Nothing Ventured
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Length: 6,914 words
Author on LJ:
shapinglightAuthor Website: Distorting Mirrors
Why this must be read: This story goes slightly AU at a busy time in canon for both Angel and Spike; Spike's chipped and depressed about breaking up with Buffy, and Angel's protecting baby Connor and angsting about Cordelia and Groo. The voices are just excellent, and I love the way there's so much going on for both of them here that the other is totally in the dark about. It's deliciously fun to have them conversing without either one actually understanding what they're really talking about. It makes for such satisfying layers! And the dynamic between Spike and Angel is simply perfect in every respect; they tear at each other and posture and growl, but they also matter to each other in all sorts of ways neither really wants to admit.
"Get out!" Angel spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm warning you, Spike -if Buffy's prepared to let you stay in Sunnydale, that's her business, but you're not welcome here."
Spike attempted another pout, but it was half-hearted this time and he ended up looking defensive.
"Oh, that's nice. Bloke comes all this way to see his grandsire – 'cos deny it all you like, we are family - and what does he get? A slap in the face and his marching orders." He raised his scarred eyebrow. "No sodding wonder you have to pay people to be friends with you."
"At least I have friends." Angel clenched his fists. "The last time we met, you paid an insane paedophile vampire to run me through with red-hot pokers – joined in yourself, as I recall. Did you really expect me to welcome you with open arms?"
Spike tilted his head again. "Well – yeah. What're a few red-hot pokers between family? I mean-" and now the smirk was back, "-s'hardly as bad as some of the stuff you did to me back in the day."
Damn him! At Spike's words, Angel was instantly aware of Gunn looking at him sidelong and of Fred's eyes growing round.
Spike looked at one human, then the other. His smirk became positively gleeful.
"They don't know, do they?" At once, he began to babble, "Well, there was this one time, see, not long after I was turned, when Angelus here hung me up by the bollocks from this big, cut-glass chandelier–"
Fred's eyes were already as big as saucers. There was only one thing for it.
Angel reached out and grabbed Spike's arm by the elbow. He began to drag him in the direction of the stairs. "One hour, Spike. That's all the time I'm gonna waste on you, so you'd better make it good."
Nothing Ventured