Title: Rebel Yell (1/1)
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 1.
Follows: 'The Chemicals Between Us'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "Rebel Yell," by Billy Idol, off of the album, "Rebel Yell," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Spike does a...special song.
Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. That's all I have to say.
Dedicated to: My bestest pal, 'cause she was on a Billy Idol kick when I came up with this.
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Angel had an idea. He was going to try his hardest to stay out of sight until Spike came on, to see how he performed naturally, without singing a song that had to do about them.
It was a good idea. Excellent in fact. Just the execution of it was going to be a little hard.
Make that a lot hard, as Angel watched his co-workers walk inside the club.
"They're gonna blow my cover." Angel muttered from his position around the corner of the building.
He could just imagine Cordelia going right up to the stage and telling Spike that it was Angel hiding in the shadows. And Wesley stuttering like mad as he realized it was the big bad William the Bloody onstage.
Then something occured to Angel.
"They don't know I'm here." He murmured. He almost sighed in relief. He had told them he went out vampire hunting. Not coming to the club. Not like he ever told them that he was coming here.
Technically, Angel was vampire hunting. Just not to kill the vampire.
Angel was skulking outside the club. Obviously. When Cordelia and Wesley went inside, Angel went and stood next to the bouncer, so he could here what was going on inside. Angel gave the guy a cheesy smile, and rocked back and forth, hands in his pockets.
The guy gave Angel a suspicous look, but went back to staring straight ahead, showing he had no personality whatsoever. Not at all like the bartender who actually talked to Angel.
The past day had been hard. Since Angel had been floating in a daze since the first time he saw Spike in the club, he hadn't had a vision-case. The one that came today shocked Angel out of his cloud, and he was determined to finish it before Spike's show.
As it happened, Angel didn't even need an hour to do the case. It was just a demon terrorizing some people, and one smooth chop and off the head went. The people thanked him, and he was off to get cleaned up to come to the club. Easy as pie.
And now he was standing outside, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.
He was failing miserably.
He kept his ears peeled for Spike's voice. He didn't have to wait long.
"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumpin cross my floor
She said 'Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above.'"
As soon as he heard Spike's voice sing this, he got past the bouncer, and dashed inside, to almost fall on his ass.
Spike was wearing a pair of leather pants. His hair was ruffled. He had his boots. And that was all.
Angel mouth hit the floor like the first day he was at the club. If he had glanced to the bar, he would have seen the the bartender smirking at him. But Angel's gaze was focused only on Spike.
That big hunk of a man that was prancing on stage.
Angel wiped his mouth to make sure that no drool was escaping.
If he would have looked to the side of the club oppoisate the bar, he would have seen Cordelia smirking at him. But his gaze was for Spike and Spike only.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, 'More, more, more.'
More, more, more."
How could Angel have forgotten how sexy this man could be? A cursoy glance around the club would show that the poplus shared his opinion, but again, we state that Angel's gaze was for Spike and for Spike only.
Angel unconsciously moved closer to Spike, inthralled with how Spike moved on the stage, so gracefully, so much like something else Angel had seen. He tried to place what it was.
"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg.
But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed.
What set you free and brought you to be me babe?
What set you free?
I need you here by me.
Because.."
Angel placed it. It was a video Buffy had shown him of an eighties rock star, whom she claimed looked a lot like Spike. Angel admited he saw the similarities after viewing the tape.
And this was one of the songs Angel watched on the tape.
Only Spike made it look much better. But only in Angel's eyes. ('Cause how much sexier than Billy can you get?)
Angel was in the middle of the crowd by now, right in the perfect viewing area of the stage, and in perfect view for Spike to see. So much for the staying in the shadows deal.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, 'More, more, more.'"
Spike was now moving through the crowd, like he always did, rubbing up to this person and that person, making his way to Angel. He was close to Angel before Angel could rationlize it in his mind.
"He lives in his own heaven.
Collects it to go from the Seven-Eleven.
Well he's out all night to collect a fare.
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair."
Spike made sure he was right in front of Angel when he sang that last line, and Angel couldn't resist thinking about all the times Spike's made fun of his hair. Spike moved on before Angel could get it in his head to grab him.
"I walked the ward with you, babe.
A thousand miles with you.
I dried your tears of pain, babe.
A million times for you."
Spike grabbed a girl and was grinding up against her to the music as he sang. Angel wondered if he was doing it on purpose to make Angel jealous.
Angel was jealous.
"I'd sell my soul for you babe.
For money to burn with you,
I'd give you all, and have none, babe.
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me.
Because.."
Spike switched to another girl, but a guy from a previous night butted in and they danced for that verse.
Angel couldn't resist a growl. Girls were semi-okay, but guys did not touch his Spike, at least not when he could see it.
Spike broke apart from the guy and flashed a cheeky grin at Angel.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell she cried, 'More, more, more"
More, more, more."
Spike was making his way back to the stage as all the people he passed let their hands wander his chest when he drifted by them. He shot smiles and grins at the ones he liked, and jumped when one of the older women pinched his butt.
"Oh yeah little baby.
She want more,
More, more, more, more, more."
Spike shrugged off the last of his admirerars and jumped onto the stage. His gaze sought out Angel, and though the song didn't have the revlence to the two of them as the previous ones he sang did, he locked eyes with Angel and wouldn't let go.
"Oh yeah little baby,
She want more,
More, more, more, more."
Wesley looked back and forth between his employer and the bleached vampire on stage. He was amazed at the connection between the two and was in a daze. Cordelia elbowed him and he jumped out of it.
"It's almost...beautiful." Wesley whispered, as Spike left the stage, and went out the back, leaving Angel alone in the club.
"Yeah, beautiful." Cordelia said impaciently. "Now, will you help me get the two of them together so I stop having those stupid visions the PTB send me to get them together?"
As Wesley nodded, they watched as Angel left the club, that amazed look still on his face.
Wesley wondered briefly what would happen to office life and Spike came into the picture, but dissmissed it. Whatever what was to come would come, and if the PTB wanted it, who was he to argue?
*END*
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 1.
Follows: 'The Chemicals Between Us'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "Rebel Yell," by Billy Idol, off of the album, "Rebel Yell," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Spike does a...special song.
Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. That's all I have to say.
Dedicated to: My bestest pal, 'cause she was on a Billy Idol kick when I came up with this.
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Angel had an idea. He was going to try his hardest to stay out of sight until Spike came on, to see how he performed naturally, without singing a song that had to do about them.
It was a good idea. Excellent in fact. Just the execution of it was going to be a little hard.
Make that a lot hard, as Angel watched his co-workers walk inside the club.
"They're gonna blow my cover." Angel muttered from his position around the corner of the building.
He could just imagine Cordelia going right up to the stage and telling Spike that it was Angel hiding in the shadows. And Wesley stuttering like mad as he realized it was the big bad William the Bloody onstage.
Then something occured to Angel.
"They don't know I'm here." He murmured. He almost sighed in relief. He had told them he went out vampire hunting. Not coming to the club. Not like he ever told them that he was coming here.
Technically, Angel was vampire hunting. Just not to kill the vampire.
Angel was skulking outside the club. Obviously. When Cordelia and Wesley went inside, Angel went and stood next to the bouncer, so he could here what was going on inside. Angel gave the guy a cheesy smile, and rocked back and forth, hands in his pockets.
The guy gave Angel a suspicous look, but went back to staring straight ahead, showing he had no personality whatsoever. Not at all like the bartender who actually talked to Angel.
The past day had been hard. Since Angel had been floating in a daze since the first time he saw Spike in the club, he hadn't had a vision-case. The one that came today shocked Angel out of his cloud, and he was determined to finish it before Spike's show.
As it happened, Angel didn't even need an hour to do the case. It was just a demon terrorizing some people, and one smooth chop and off the head went. The people thanked him, and he was off to get cleaned up to come to the club. Easy as pie.
And now he was standing outside, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.
He was failing miserably.
He kept his ears peeled for Spike's voice. He didn't have to wait long.
"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumpin cross my floor
She said 'Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above.'"
As soon as he heard Spike's voice sing this, he got past the bouncer, and dashed inside, to almost fall on his ass.
Spike was wearing a pair of leather pants. His hair was ruffled. He had his boots. And that was all.
Angel mouth hit the floor like the first day he was at the club. If he had glanced to the bar, he would have seen the the bartender smirking at him. But Angel's gaze was focused only on Spike.
That big hunk of a man that was prancing on stage.
Angel wiped his mouth to make sure that no drool was escaping.
If he would have looked to the side of the club oppoisate the bar, he would have seen Cordelia smirking at him. But his gaze was for Spike and Spike only.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, 'More, more, more.'
More, more, more."
How could Angel have forgotten how sexy this man could be? A cursoy glance around the club would show that the poplus shared his opinion, but again, we state that Angel's gaze was for Spike and for Spike only.
Angel unconsciously moved closer to Spike, inthralled with how Spike moved on the stage, so gracefully, so much like something else Angel had seen. He tried to place what it was.
"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg.
But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed.
What set you free and brought you to be me babe?
What set you free?
I need you here by me.
Because.."
Angel placed it. It was a video Buffy had shown him of an eighties rock star, whom she claimed looked a lot like Spike. Angel admited he saw the similarities after viewing the tape.
And this was one of the songs Angel watched on the tape.
Only Spike made it look much better. But only in Angel's eyes. ('Cause how much sexier than Billy can you get?)
Angel was in the middle of the crowd by now, right in the perfect viewing area of the stage, and in perfect view for Spike to see. So much for the staying in the shadows deal.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, 'More, more, more.'"
Spike was now moving through the crowd, like he always did, rubbing up to this person and that person, making his way to Angel. He was close to Angel before Angel could rationlize it in his mind.
"He lives in his own heaven.
Collects it to go from the Seven-Eleven.
Well he's out all night to collect a fare.
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair."
Spike made sure he was right in front of Angel when he sang that last line, and Angel couldn't resist thinking about all the times Spike's made fun of his hair. Spike moved on before Angel could get it in his head to grab him.
"I walked the ward with you, babe.
A thousand miles with you.
I dried your tears of pain, babe.
A million times for you."
Spike grabbed a girl and was grinding up against her to the music as he sang. Angel wondered if he was doing it on purpose to make Angel jealous.
Angel was jealous.
"I'd sell my soul for you babe.
For money to burn with you,
I'd give you all, and have none, babe.
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me.
Because.."
Spike switched to another girl, but a guy from a previous night butted in and they danced for that verse.
Angel couldn't resist a growl. Girls were semi-okay, but guys did not touch his Spike, at least not when he could see it.
Spike broke apart from the guy and flashed a cheeky grin at Angel.
"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell, she cried, 'More, more, more.'
In the midnight hour, babe, 'More, more, more.'
With a rebel yell she cried, 'More, more, more"
More, more, more."
Spike was making his way back to the stage as all the people he passed let their hands wander his chest when he drifted by them. He shot smiles and grins at the ones he liked, and jumped when one of the older women pinched his butt.
"Oh yeah little baby.
She want more,
More, more, more, more, more."
Spike shrugged off the last of his admirerars and jumped onto the stage. His gaze sought out Angel, and though the song didn't have the revlence to the two of them as the previous ones he sang did, he locked eyes with Angel and wouldn't let go.
"Oh yeah little baby,
She want more,
More, more, more, more."
Wesley looked back and forth between his employer and the bleached vampire on stage. He was amazed at the connection between the two and was in a daze. Cordelia elbowed him and he jumped out of it.
"It's almost...beautiful." Wesley whispered, as Spike left the stage, and went out the back, leaving Angel alone in the club.
"Yeah, beautiful." Cordelia said impaciently. "Now, will you help me get the two of them together so I stop having those stupid visions the PTB send me to get them together?"
As Wesley nodded, they watched as Angel left the club, that amazed look still on his face.
Wesley wondered briefly what would happen to office life and Spike came into the picture, but dissmissed it. Whatever what was to come would come, and if the PTB wanted it, who was he to argue?
*END*