**********************************14 hours and 10 minutes*******************************
Angel was using his jacket as a blanket as he slept at his desk. Spike was staring up at the ceiling listening to the silence of the building and the very faint hum of the cameras in the room.
He was ready just to do something to piss Angel off for fun when he heard something behind him. He turned his head and looked at Angel. His eyes were moving back and forth under his lids. Spike got up and went over to him.
Then he heard it again. It was very faint and he knew that cameras didn't pick it up. Angel had murmured his name. And it wasn't the first time. Spike remembered how Angelus always murmured his name in his sleep with a soft smile or the quirk of the lips. Spike grinned and went back over and sat down.
**********************************24 hours and 22 minutes*******************************
Angel drank the rest of his blood and set it aside. Harmony had brought it in earlier that morning. Funny how they could come in anytime, but he wasn't allowed out. Nope, he was stuck there with Spike. Who now had his foot on the coffee table.
"Get your feet of the table." Angel said. Spike looked up at him. He leaned back on the couch, making his feet drag across the table further. "Make me." Spike said.
Angel growled and got up and came toward Spike. He then stopped. Spike smirked up at him. "'S matter Peaches? Can' touch me? Too bad." Angel smirked. He grabbed the coffee table and dragged it out from under his feet. "Bloody Poof." Spike grumbled as he sat up.
"Keep it up Spike. I'll win." Angel said. Spike growled and glared at Angel as he sat back down, smirking at Spike.
****************************************30 hours**************************************
Angel leaned back in his chair until it tilted and put his feet up on his desk. "Why can you put your feet up and I can'?" Spike asked. "'Cause it's my office." Angel answered simply. Spike groaned.
Angel then began to rock in his chair, causing it to squeak whenever he moved. He continued for quite a while before Spike snapped. "Stop it!" he yelled. Angel froze and looked at Spike.
"Oh does this bother you?" Angel asked, making his chair squeak more. Spike growled. "Sorry, but you've got me confused with someone that cares." Angel said, continuing to squeak in his chair. Spike gritted his teeth, as the squeak seemed to become louder.
This was going to be a long day. He thought.
**********************************35 hours and 57 minutes*******************************
As the building closed down for the night once again they both realized just how quite it was. And it was eerie. Angel looked at Spike and saw him staring out the window out to the city.
Is this what Spike hears every night? The eerie silence of the dead building? It's enough to drive the sanest person crazy. What does he do here...sitting by himself? Angel thought.
"Wot?"
Angel snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh?" Spike turned and looked at him.
"What? You were lookin' at me. What do you want?" Spike asked. Angel looked at him again. And then he got flashes of old times when William use to stand on the balcony and look out at the town. Usually he was naked as Angelus drew him from the bed.
Angel groaned. "I need a drink." He leaned down and pulled out the whiskey and the glass. He poured himself a healthy amount and chugged it down, growling at the burn. Spike smirked. "What?" Angel asked.
"You always growled when you had whiskey. Could've been the cheap, watered down kind and you'd still growl. Why?" Spike asked. Angel shrugged. "Just do I guess. Never noticed it." He said. Spike nodded then turned back to the window.
The office was silent again. "Can you drink? I mean…have you tried to?" Angel asked. Spike shook his head and sighed.
"Fred and I tried it. Apparently, I have to concentrate on the drink and glass by itself…or some science junk Fred said. Don' really speak that language." Angel chuckled. He poured more and chugged it.
"They seem to be calmer now. They're not trying to irate each other anymore." Fred said, looking at the readings the monitor was flashing at the bottom.
"And you can tell that by all of that stuff on the screen?" Lorne asked. She nodded. "Wow. No wonder Spike said it was a language." Fred grinned.
"Well it's not that hard to read actually," Wesley said. Lorne gave him a look. "Really it isn't. Once you learn the basics, it's like reading a book or a note. Something plain. A lot of people just don't take the time to learn it." Wesley said.
**********************************40 hours and 05 minutes*******************************
An empty bottle of whiskey was left on Angel's desk. Angel came over and flopped down next to Spike. Spike watched him carefully. "You know you're pretty." Angel said, with a slight slur. Spike raised an eyebrow. "And you're drunk." He said.
"'M not drunk. You really are pretty. Handsome, really." Angel said, leaning back against the couch.
"Right. Angel you're drunk. Why don' you just sleep it off, 'kay?" Spike turned the other way. Angel huffed.
"Why are you being such a brat?" Spike turned back to Angel. "I give you a con-comp-complyment and you get fuzzy-fusy." Angel said. Spike smirked.
"Cause when you're sober you always say things like that?" Spike asked. Angel frowned. "Yes!" Spike's scarred eyebrow went up. Angel frowned again.
"Wait…maybe that's in my head." He said, now really confused. Spike shook his head. "Always was a lightweight." He muttered.
"Hey, I heard that! I am not a lightweight! That's just damned good whiskey. 'Ve had it fer a good ten years now." Spike grinned.
"Careful, Liam. Your brogue's peekin'." Spike said. "What?!" Angel looked at himself, trying to find the 'brogue' Spike was talking about. Spike laughed. Angel looked back up at him.
"You're right, you're not drunk. You're down right sloshed, mate. Can' wait for the poummhmm." Spike's smiling taunt was cut short as Angel leaned forward and kissed him.
Spike was shocked that Angel kissed him…again. The kiss wasn't perfect, as Angel was drunk, but it was nice. It tasted like whiskey and Angel and past kisses. It reminded him of when Angelus would get too drunk to do anything else, but grab William and kiss him until he was as drunk as Angelus.
Spike pulled back from the kiss. His eyes were closed as his head rested against Angel's. "Angel…we shouldn' do this." Spike whispered. "Why not?" Angel asked, just as softly. Spike opened his eyes and looked at him.
"'Cause so many things could go wrong and you're drunk. And whenever we stop…I become incorporeal again." Spike said, sounding disappointed about the last thing.
"I don't care about the wrongs. I am not that drunk…and I won't stop." Angel said, right before he claimed Spike's lips again. Spike groaned and reached up to hold Angel's mouth to his.
Angel shifted and wound up pulling Spike onto his lap. Spike pulled back and grinned. "Thought alcohol was supposed to kill your sex drive?" Spike asked. Angel smirked.
"I'm not that drunk, remember." Angel pulled Spike back down to his lips. Spike curled his tongue in Angel's mouth causing him to groan. Angel gripped Spike's duster and began to tug on it. Spike relaxed his arms and helped Angel get it off. It fell to the floor at Angel's feet as his hands claimed Spike's ass.
Spike growled into the kiss as Angel kneaded his cheeks together. Angel pulled back from Spike's lips and kissed a trail to his ear, tugging on the lobe.