Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warnings: attempt at humour, drabble, unbeta'd
Rating: PG
Paring: heh heh, vampires/table
Author's Notes: Have you ever realized how Joss's vamps love lying on high flat surfaces? Well I did and decided to write a story about it it's just a little drabble. I hope you enjoy!
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It was a normal day at Wolfram & Hart. The lawyers were buzzing like they annoying little bees they were, eager to stick their stingers into some unsuspecting victim. The secretaries were prattling on speaking of nonessential things and comparing bosses. Angel was broody, Spike was corporeal; all was right with the world.
Sighing the two vampires entered the conference room attached to Angel's office. The conference room that had seen many an event. The large dark, polished conference table sat in the centre of the room, gleaming it's brilliance to the two unsuspecting former fiends. They both felt a stirring from somewhere within them, a stirring that would not go ignored for long. Blue clashed with brown, challenging, dominating. Fingers twitched and leather stirred, feet shuffled.
"It's mine." Angel growled.
"Bloody likely." Spike snorted, "Yours, yours, yours. I'll show you yours."
"Is that a threat Boy?" coldness crept into the elder's tone.
"Promise." was the growled answer.
For a moment neither moved they just stared each other down, daring. Spike charged first, always impatient and Angel soon followed, never one to be left behind. They reached their destination at once and punches began to fly. Spike tackled Angel and the other vampire crashed heavily to the ground before bucking and easily knocking the smaller off. They rose to their feet a snap kick met Spike's block and a right hook followed. Angel dodged to the side and fell sweeping out with his leg. Spike jumped up, easily avoiding the blow and came back down with a purposeful strength. Angel rolled and sprang back to his feet coming around with a roundhouse. Spike strafed and it sailed harmlessly by. They fell back as one, both on the defensive, both ready, both yet to land a substantial hit.
Suddenly Spike held out a fist, Angel looked at it measuring for a moment and nodded solemnly, holding out his own.
"Best two out of three." the blond said.
Together, "Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
"Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
"Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
Angel sighed heavily, "This is ridiculous." It had turned out to be a tie all three times.
"It's big." Angel added.
"You're right Mate." Spike nodded, offering his hand. Angel shook it. The two grinned, sprang up on the table and laid out flat on their backs. Slithering against the soft wood and staring happily up at the ceiling.
"Should I leave you and the table alone?" a wry English accented voice from the double doors. The vampires turned their heads to see the ex-watcher and just smiled guiltily. What could they do about it? They were vampires, the lure of that large shiny, dark wooden table was just too good to resist. Wesley shook his head and left the room. He had read the texts. It had only been a matter of time.
End