Title: Good Ol' Fashioned Lover Boy (1/1)
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 4.
Follows: 'Painted On My Heart'
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 "Good Ol' Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen, of the album, "A Day at the Races," 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 woos the crowd and Angel.
Author's Notes: I know this isn't a well-known song, but, I like it, and it fits what I wanted to do pretty well, sooo....
Dedicated to: To everyone I confused with the last part! 'Cause that's what I was hoping to do. And to everyone who was waiting on the edge of their seats for this. (Which totals about 2 people.)
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Angel was out of his stupor, and he was going to find out how the heck that bartender knew Cordelia was a seer, and how he knew that Spike was his childe.
And how he knew that Angel was a vampire.
Angel purposely left early, so he would have extra time to talk to this man.
Arriving at the club, he went right in, and stalked up to the bar. He was going to get his answers if he had to beat them out of every damn person in this place!
The bartender was waiting for him. Standing there as nice you please, he was watching Angel make a beeline for the bar, with a slightly amused expression on his face.
He spoke before Angel could get a word out.
"I know you're Angel, vamp detective and that dark haired beauty of yours is a seer, because I'm also an all-knowing link to the Powers. As for your boy, that's for him to explain."
Angel mouth was open and his brain numb.
"Aren't the Oracles my all-knowing link the Powers?" Angel asked when he gathered his thoughts, and processed a few things.
"They are. But, they're also finicky and in my book, far to opinionated. I keep telling him they'd be better off not working in that area of the city, but when have they ever listened to me?
"Anyway," John continued, "You're to come to me when you have any questions, not those nitwits." He grabbed a rag and scrubbed at an invisible dirty spot only him (and Angel) saw.
"If this is a place were the Powers That Be have a link, what's Spike doing singing here?" Angel was slightly confused on that manner. If this man was working for the Powers, wouldn't the Powers get rid of Spike, instead of letting him work in the same place as one of their links.
"Hmm. I think that falls under the category of what he has to tell you. But I can say that he's not that bad anymore."
"But with the chip.."
"Nope. That's been removed. Before he even left Sunnydale. Why do you think he left? The Slayer promised to kick his ass."
Again, Angel was stunned. Beyond belief.
"Then what's stopping him from munching on all the people around here?" Angel asked.
"Again, that's for him to tell. But I can say that it's pretty funny. Machine to god-like intervention. God, I love this world." John chuckled a little, then pulled a glass up. "You want a drink? You just might need it with the song he's planning on singing."
"What's he planning on singing?" Angel asked.
John merely pointed to the stage, were Spike had just come on.
"Gimme one." Angel said, drinking in Spike's appearance.
Spike was wearing the leather pants he has worn during his Idol song, and had on a button down shirt like the ones Angel favors. His hair was tussled.
Angel wanted to ravage him.
He was bit surprised at how strong the emotion was, then shrugged it off to Spike just looking so delectable.
"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things.
We can do the tango just for two.
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings,
Be a Valentino, just for you."
Spike's eyes sought out Angel's and he gave Angel a bit of a smirk, making Angel think he was planning something. But knowing Spike, he was always planning something.
Angel wondered if he would like this plan.
"Ooh, love! Ooh, lover boy!
What're doing tonight, hey, boy?
Set my alarm, turn on my charm,
That's because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy."
Yup, Angel would concur with that. Spike was definitely a lover boy. He made everyone quiver in desire. Or so Angel thought. Apparently Buffy had not taken to his boy. Hmm. Her loss.
Again, Angel was surprised by the direction of his thoughts. Was he thinking against Buffy? That's a new one.
Spike started moving through the crowd.
Away from Angel.
Angel frowned in confusion. Away? Why wouldn't he want to come closer?
"Ooh! Let me feel you heartbeat.
Ooh! Can you feel my love heat?
Come on and sit on my hot seat of love,
And tell me, how do you feel right after all?
I'd like for you and I to go romancing.
Say the word, your wish is my command."
*Get over here!* Angel yelled inside his head. Wish=Command- Come to me. Angel almost huffed in frustration, caught himself, and sent a guilty glance to the bartender, who fortunately enough wasn't looking.
"Ooh, love! Ooh, lover boy!
What're doing tonight, hey, boy!
Write my letter, feel much better,
And use my fancy patter on the telephone."
Spike sent a glance to Angel, as he made his way through the crowd, not heading for a particular person, just away from Angel. He hardly contain his glee as Angel played right into his hands, becoming pouty by the bar.
"When I'm not with you, think of you always, I miss you.
When I'm not with you, think of me always, love you."
Spike whirled to face Angel, if across the club.
"Love you." He sang, pointing at Angel. Spike glanced around him, noticing the three women around him ready to sing the next part.
"Hey, boy, where did you get it from?
Hey, boy, where did you go?"
Spike grinned in thanks at the ladies, and he answered their questions with the next part of the song.
"I learned my passion,
In the good ol' fashioned
School of lover boys."
As the instrumental set in, Spike grinned again, and said, while pointing at Angel, "Which, ironically, was run by that man, over there." And when he said there, a white light came up on Angel.
Angel blinked in the harshness, and in the amount of time his eyes took to get adjusted to the light, and the light laughter to die down, Spike made it to Angel's side.
Angel wrinkled his nose at Spike, feeling a lot like Cordelia, and wishing he didn't.
"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine precisely.
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine.
Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely,
Just take me back to yours, that will be fine."
The same women from before chimed in with a "Come on an' get it."
Spike was having fun with this song. And Angel's reactions made it all the more rich. Spike continued with the end of the song, his three ladies chiming in with the parts they wanted it.
"There it goes again.
There's my good ol' fashioned love.
What're doing tonight, hey, boy!
Everything's alright, just hold on tight,
That's because I'm a good ol' fashioned lover boy."
Spike grinned adoringly up at Angel, slightly mocking. Angel was going to be fuming, maybe, for the little trick Spike had pulled, but it would be worth it.
"I'll catch you tomorrow," Spike said, getting close to Angel. "Love you." He whispered in Angel's ear, then planted a kiss on Angel's cheek. Then he vanished.
"He's gone." Angel said morosely to John, who only chuckled.
"You'll see him again. Soon, all will be explained."
"And they say I'm the cryptic one." Angel muttered, as he pushed away from the door, and left the club.
Cordelia watched him go. She had also enjoyed Spike's performance, it was very amusing. Especially the part with Angel getting put in the spotlight.
Soon, very soon, things would be changing. She could hardly wait.
*END*
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 4.
Follows: 'Painted On My Heart'
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 "Good Ol' Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen, of the album, "A Day at the Races," 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 woos the crowd and Angel.
Author's Notes: I know this isn't a well-known song, but, I like it, and it fits what I wanted to do pretty well, sooo....
Dedicated to: To everyone I confused with the last part! 'Cause that's what I was hoping to do. And to everyone who was waiting on the edge of their seats for this. (Which totals about 2 people.)
___________________
Angel was out of his stupor, and he was going to find out how the heck that bartender knew Cordelia was a seer, and how he knew that Spike was his childe.
And how he knew that Angel was a vampire.
Angel purposely left early, so he would have extra time to talk to this man.
Arriving at the club, he went right in, and stalked up to the bar. He was going to get his answers if he had to beat them out of every damn person in this place!
The bartender was waiting for him. Standing there as nice you please, he was watching Angel make a beeline for the bar, with a slightly amused expression on his face.
He spoke before Angel could get a word out.
"I know you're Angel, vamp detective and that dark haired beauty of yours is a seer, because I'm also an all-knowing link to the Powers. As for your boy, that's for him to explain."
Angel mouth was open and his brain numb.
"Aren't the Oracles my all-knowing link the Powers?" Angel asked when he gathered his thoughts, and processed a few things.
"They are. But, they're also finicky and in my book, far to opinionated. I keep telling him they'd be better off not working in that area of the city, but when have they ever listened to me?
"Anyway," John continued, "You're to come to me when you have any questions, not those nitwits." He grabbed a rag and scrubbed at an invisible dirty spot only him (and Angel) saw.
"If this is a place were the Powers That Be have a link, what's Spike doing singing here?" Angel was slightly confused on that manner. If this man was working for the Powers, wouldn't the Powers get rid of Spike, instead of letting him work in the same place as one of their links.
"Hmm. I think that falls under the category of what he has to tell you. But I can say that he's not that bad anymore."
"But with the chip.."
"Nope. That's been removed. Before he even left Sunnydale. Why do you think he left? The Slayer promised to kick his ass."
Again, Angel was stunned. Beyond belief.
"Then what's stopping him from munching on all the people around here?" Angel asked.
"Again, that's for him to tell. But I can say that it's pretty funny. Machine to god-like intervention. God, I love this world." John chuckled a little, then pulled a glass up. "You want a drink? You just might need it with the song he's planning on singing."
"What's he planning on singing?" Angel asked.
John merely pointed to the stage, were Spike had just come on.
"Gimme one." Angel said, drinking in Spike's appearance.
Spike was wearing the leather pants he has worn during his Idol song, and had on a button down shirt like the ones Angel favors. His hair was tussled.
Angel wanted to ravage him.
He was bit surprised at how strong the emotion was, then shrugged it off to Spike just looking so delectable.
"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things.
We can do the tango just for two.
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings,
Be a Valentino, just for you."
Spike's eyes sought out Angel's and he gave Angel a bit of a smirk, making Angel think he was planning something. But knowing Spike, he was always planning something.
Angel wondered if he would like this plan.
"Ooh, love! Ooh, lover boy!
What're doing tonight, hey, boy?
Set my alarm, turn on my charm,
That's because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy."
Yup, Angel would concur with that. Spike was definitely a lover boy. He made everyone quiver in desire. Or so Angel thought. Apparently Buffy had not taken to his boy. Hmm. Her loss.
Again, Angel was surprised by the direction of his thoughts. Was he thinking against Buffy? That's a new one.
Spike started moving through the crowd.
Away from Angel.
Angel frowned in confusion. Away? Why wouldn't he want to come closer?
"Ooh! Let me feel you heartbeat.
Ooh! Can you feel my love heat?
Come on and sit on my hot seat of love,
And tell me, how do you feel right after all?
I'd like for you and I to go romancing.
Say the word, your wish is my command."
*Get over here!* Angel yelled inside his head. Wish=Command- Come to me. Angel almost huffed in frustration, caught himself, and sent a guilty glance to the bartender, who fortunately enough wasn't looking.
"Ooh, love! Ooh, lover boy!
What're doing tonight, hey, boy!
Write my letter, feel much better,
And use my fancy patter on the telephone."
Spike sent a glance to Angel, as he made his way through the crowd, not heading for a particular person, just away from Angel. He hardly contain his glee as Angel played right into his hands, becoming pouty by the bar.
"When I'm not with you, think of you always, I miss you.
When I'm not with you, think of me always, love you."
Spike whirled to face Angel, if across the club.
"Love you." He sang, pointing at Angel. Spike glanced around him, noticing the three women around him ready to sing the next part.
"Hey, boy, where did you get it from?
Hey, boy, where did you go?"
Spike grinned in thanks at the ladies, and he answered their questions with the next part of the song.
"I learned my passion,
In the good ol' fashioned
School of lover boys."
As the instrumental set in, Spike grinned again, and said, while pointing at Angel, "Which, ironically, was run by that man, over there." And when he said there, a white light came up on Angel.
Angel blinked in the harshness, and in the amount of time his eyes took to get adjusted to the light, and the light laughter to die down, Spike made it to Angel's side.
Angel wrinkled his nose at Spike, feeling a lot like Cordelia, and wishing he didn't.
"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine precisely.
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine.
Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely,
Just take me back to yours, that will be fine."
The same women from before chimed in with a "Come on an' get it."
Spike was having fun with this song. And Angel's reactions made it all the more rich. Spike continued with the end of the song, his three ladies chiming in with the parts they wanted it.
"There it goes again.
There's my good ol' fashioned love.
What're doing tonight, hey, boy!
Everything's alright, just hold on tight,
That's because I'm a good ol' fashioned lover boy."
Spike grinned adoringly up at Angel, slightly mocking. Angel was going to be fuming, maybe, for the little trick Spike had pulled, but it would be worth it.
"I'll catch you tomorrow," Spike said, getting close to Angel. "Love you." He whispered in Angel's ear, then planted a kiss on Angel's cheek. Then he vanished.
"He's gone." Angel said morosely to John, who only chuckled.
"You'll see him again. Soon, all will be explained."
"And they say I'm the cryptic one." Angel muttered, as he pushed away from the door, and left the club.
Cordelia watched him go. She had also enjoyed Spike's performance, it was very amusing. Especially the part with Angel getting put in the spotlight.
Soon, very soon, things would be changing. She could hardly wait.
*END*