Title: "Marry, Shag, or Throw Off A Cliff?"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for language and sexual references
Summary: Spike debates just what to do with Angel.
Warnings: Slash
Challenge/Prompt: Peja's February '09 prompt #11: "Marry, shag, or throw off a cliff"
Disclaimer: Spike, Angel, Gunn, and Lorne are © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

"So what do you think I should do with Angel?" Spike asked darkly, his gaze shifting between Gunn and Lorne. "Sell him, marry, shag, or throw off a cliff?"

"You'd better not sell me!" Angel protested hotly. His face flushed from the mere thought of being sold.

Spike shrugged as he leaned back in his chair and surveyed him, his legs spread apart. He grinned, a tip of one fang showing. "Why not? You'd bring a pretty nice price."

"Is that all I am to you?" Angel challenged. "A means to money?"

Spike pressed a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "Well, it is the way it's normally done, Angel," Gunn put in from where his brown eyes had been darting between the two Vampires like a ping pong match.

"Just because it's normally done," Lorne chimed in, "doesn't mean it has to be done."

"Yeah," Spike remarked, holding up a blue peg, "but it is the way of the game." Angel glared at Spike as he moved to cash him in with the banker. Spike shrugged and blew him a kiss. When Angel shrugged it off, Spike crooned, "Oh, what's a matter? Big, bad Angelus got his feelings hurt?" Angel growled, and Spike's grin grew. "Oh, really, big boy? Just what are you going to do with me?" He indicated the blue peg sitting next to Angel's token in his little car.

Angel leaned over the board game so that his face was barely a breath away from Spike's. "Come to the bedroom," he challenged, his full fangs glistening, "and I'll show you what I'm gonna do with you, and it damn sure isn't selling you! In fact . . . " He clicked a cuff around Spike's wrist. " . . . you'll come along now like a good little boy."

"What if I don't?" Spike demanded, shadows chasing over the blonde Vampire's face as he bared his fangs in mock threat.

Angel grinned. "Be bad; that's even more fun."

Gunn and Lorne were left shaking their heads in amazement. "All those two ever do any more is shag!" Gunn complained as another blast of thunder shook the building.

Lorne leaned back, laughing. "I don't know. The way they argue, a lot of people would think they're already married!" Unlike Gunn, he was glad to see his friends happy and truly thankful that they had this down time to enjoy.

The End