I'm game!
by Ice/kori - dawn @ grau.nu
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: maybe R for implications.....
Status: finished
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. And I make no money with
them.
Notes: NO SEX.
Summary: Spike and Angel......and a little game.......
Dedication: To Key.
Note: un-beta'd
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Angel's POV
Spike was sitting on the couch opposite me, the small table
between us. And he was still angry with me, and I suspected
he was even angrier with the slayer due to the fact that she
had forbidden us to fight.
Giles was referring about the recent demon that was trying
to destroy our beautiful little planet, Buffy made sarcastic
little comments and the rest just listened.
Suddenly I heard something that made my whole being tingle.
I heard Spike's deep growling. I looked around, watching the
others' reactions. My suspicion was right, the growling was
so low, none of them could hear it. I let my gaze wander
back to Spike. His eyes were no longer locked to the ground,
but to me.
He was staring at me, and I'd bet my best jacket that his
eyes were sparkling.
He wanted to play. And I knew the game. Angelus knew the
game. A game we hadn't played for nearly a century. His
growling became a little bit louder. It fascinated me. It
paralyzed me. It made me wanna growl too. I was suddenly
anxious to play.
I forgot the others. And I think they didn't even notice
that I didn't pay attention any longer. I stared at Spike.
He stared back. He knew that I was playing now. And his
growling became even louder.
I started growling and was excited like a small child when I
immediately fell back into this wonderful little game we'd
played so often and never had gotten tired of.
He slightly bared his teeth and I mimicked this action, my
growling increased in volume along with his.
My soul didn't protest against this little game. Actually it
was bouncing around with the demon it normally fought.
I squared my shoulders and he hissed the first time. His
hissing loud enough to finally attract the others'
attention. Buffy said something like "I told you not to
fight." , but neither of us could do anything but ignore
her. We were totally caught in our favorite game.
Spike leaned forward, and shifted to game-face. I, too, let
my demon out of the cage. He hissed again, I hissed back at
him, and got up. Slowly, I made my way around the small
table, growling loud now. He got up, too. Staring up at me
with his yellow eyes, he hissed again.
Willow was squealing that pleaseplease we shouldn't kill
each other. That nearly had me laughing.
We were standing there with about two feet space between us.
I hissed again and moved towards him, very slowly. He froze,
and just growled. My body neared his and his growling became
lower. I was standing just a few inches away from him and
leaned forward. Still growling loud.
Buffy suddenly was next to me, trying to yank me away from
him. I just shoved her away. How dare that crazy chit try to
intervene our game.
My face was just an inch away from his, and he closed his
eyes. The moment our faces touched, he shifted back to his
beautiful human features, his growling changed into loud
purring.
I continued growling, when he rubbed his face against mine,
purring like a cat. His arms encircled my waist and he
rubbed my back in circles. I drew him closer and also
started purring.
He tilted his head to one side, offering me his neck, his
blood.
Also back to my human features, I kissed his forehead. I
guess I've not felt that centered and content
since.since.well for very long.
This was our game, always would he start it and always would
he submit to me. But of course I have to admit this had been
a G-rated version of our game. Normally we'd fight for
hours, with lots of blood and lots of sex. Well, I dare say
I hope we can repeat it some day in a more private place.
For now, that had to be enough. The others were staring at
us in disbelief and I grinned at them, while Spike was still
hiding his face in the crook under my chin. I don't know if
he was embarrassed by what he had started or if he was
enjoying to be close to me, but for whatever reason he
refused to let go when I loosened my grip around his waist.
He squeezed mine and, sighing, I returned my arms to where
they had been.
Hell, I dare say I'm sure he'll start our game again some
time.
Finis
