Title: Nothing Else Matters (1/1)
Sequel to: Exactly Like Planned
Series: Song Games (5th and last in series)
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, "Nothing Else Matters" is by Metallica, off the Black album, is what it's called. I think.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in the Song Games series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary: Follows "Exactly Like Planned." Spike listens to Angel's song.
Author's Notes: came up with a title for the series, if you didn't notice. It's now called Song Games.
Dedicated: to everyone who sent me feedback on The Untouchable. It was a fun story to write, and I'm glad you liked it. I don't think I tell you guys enough how good it feels to see that someone reads and likes your stories and I don't think I need to tell you I love getting some, and even if I don't write back to you, due to lack of time, I get it, and love you for it. Okay, enough of the mushy.
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"I don't have admit anything because I don't love you." Spike left the sewer hatch open and strode angrily to Angel. "I don't love you, or anything you do. I hate you. You must have yourself confused with Angelus again." He poked Angel once in the chest for emphasis.
Spike scowled at Angel, then dropped down into the sewers, his boots landing with a splash.
"Bloody hell." He cursed under his breath, as sewer muck got on her. "I hate sewers." Then he took off running, before his sire got the bright idea to follow him.
The last couple days, Spike had been staying in LA. One dank crypt, is like another dank crypt.
But he had found a warehouse to sleep in, cool, clean, no annoying humans. Spike was happier there then he'd been in awhile. Then, some of the vampires living in LA had come in and said that it was their warehouse. Spike was forced to kill them all. Except the leader. That one stayed alive for awhile, while Spike showed him just why he shouldn't have messed with Spike.
With lots of spikes. And an occasional holy object or too.
Alright, he used blessed railroad spikes. But he wore gloves, so no pain came to him.
Entertainment of the torture variety running low, Spike had turned to booze.
He had left Sunnydale in the first place because he was mad about the chip in his head, and needed a break from running into the Scoobies at every turn of the corner. But he had forgotten something.
Angel lived in LA.
When Spike heard a slime demon was in the neighborhood, he had went to kill it, only to run into Angel, already kicking the shit out of it. Hidden in the shadows, Spike watched as his sire got hit hard on the side of the head. He winced when the demon's claws cut Angel's abdomen. He almost cheered when the demon was dead.
Then he caught himself. What was he doing, cheering for the white hats? He's the Big Bad! Must be hanging out with the Slayer and cronies that did it.
But he followed Angel home to make sure he got there okay.
From then on, Spike had decided to go out and hunt demons, making his sire's job easier. Because Angel doesn't have any fun doing it, he reasoned with himself, and they're the only thing I can kill.
Sure, Spike.
Spike even acquired an apartment not far from Angel Investigations. He found a dead guy in the alley, and stole his keys, wallet, the usual. So, Spike moved in, planning on staying in LA for longer then the one week he had originally planned on.
Then he heard that song on the radio, the one he first gave Angel, and it struck a chord deep inside him. It reminded him of all the past times he'd had with Angelus. Of what they had felt for each other.
So Spike went to Cordelia. Since she knew of the chip, she was not afraid, and agreed to help him give the song to Angel. Spike left his (okay, the guy's from the apartment) tape player with her, and knew she would do just find getting the tape to him.
Then he had showed up, wanting to know what Angel thought of the song. And with the look in his eyes, Spike knew that it had affected Angel the same way it had affected him.
But he had never expected the confession of love from Angel. That was not in the rulebook, nor the plan. And the thing in the sewers, Spike let's not even go there. Spike had spilled some emotions deep in his heart, and had planned to leave after that, fully hulmilated again.
But he stayed. And listening to the guy's cd's that were in the apartment, he came across another song part that would be perfect for Angel.
So, he went back to the office, had that conversation with Cordelia, which actually was fueled from the emotions that if Angel loved him, why didn't he come after him, and Spike grabbed his tape player. He ran from the offices to the back entrance to Angel's apartment, and left the tape player sitting somewhere he knew Angel would see it, new tape inside.
Call it an apology, if you want to.
When Spike had come back the third time, it was only to get the tape player. He was expecting Angel to be up in the offices, or out on a case. Not sitting, waiting for him. The resulting talk hadn't been what he wanted either. Get tape player, get out. That was it. But no, Soul Boy always had to stir something up.
And so he was, running through the sewers, desperate to get away from Angel and to the relative safety of his stolen apartment.
He got in and locked the door, then checking his duster pockets for the tape player. He pulled it out and looked at it. Through the clear part, he noticed the tape inside was the one he gave Angel.
{So, he doesn't even want to keep the tape, is that how it is? Was he lying to me?}
What Spike had said in the sewers was so very true. He knew how easy it would be to fall in love with Angel, especially since the one in LA was less like the souled one Spike first met Sunnydale, and was more like the Angelus of over one hundred years ago.
Spike sneered at his thoughts, and walking over to the massive stereo equipment this guy had had, popped the tape out of the portable player, and stuck it in the big player. He had a desire to be melancholy, listening to the song he had give his sire.
But instead of the lyrics Spike had been expecting, a instrumental piece came out.
"I'll be damned." Spike whispered to himself, as he recognized the song. "He is into the 20th century more then I thought."
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,
And nothing else matters.-
It was them. Forever bounded together, no matter where they lived. Forever living as a demon, and knowing the fact to always be true. Spike remembered the night he had been turned. A beautiful and exotic brunette walked up to him, and he offered to guide her home, because the streets weren't safe at night. She agreed, and the next he knew, her teeth were in his neck, then he was drinking her blood.
The brunette had been Drusilla, and she left there in the alley. When he was found, dead, someone carted him off, and buried him in a pauper's grave. He had awakened, and instinctively gone to his mistress. She had ignored him, for more favorable pets, until the day he had been attacked by a demon, and fought him off. That was when Angelus first starting paying him attention.
-Never opened myself this way.
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say,
And nothing else matters.-
Life was theirs back then. Always having the cream of the crop, attending parties where mortals dressed up like peacocks, bedding the most beautiful one, or most handsome one, before brutally killing them.
Spike smiled at the memories. Those were the favorite times in his unnaturally long life. Until the day Darla had shown up unannounced, and swept Angelus off from under William's and Dru's noses. And he had never returned.
Spike had automatically suspected that Darla had staked Angelus, since she couldn't lay a finger on himself. He went straight to the Master with his questions, but the Master said that Angelus was still alive, but changed. Drusilla had also confirmed that with a vision she had one day.
But Spike couldn't stop worrying.
-Trust I seek and I find in you.
Every day for us something new.
Open mind for a different view,
And nothing else matters.-
William had been Angelus's most trusted advisor. They had planned together, destroyed together. Spike had enjoyed that. Being an almost equal to the Scourge of Europe had it's advantages.
Then Angelus had announced William was his favorite. Favorite *childe*.
Hopes of being an equal vanished in William's mind. He was a childe, and would always be a childe. Though he did enjoy all the time he got to spend with Angelus, it wasn't compared to being thought of as an equal, which was what he truly wanted. To be an equal to such a magnificent being. But now, he was forever a childe.
It had been fun, Spike would admit that, the killing, and the blood, and the sex. That was one of the best parts. The relationship didn't really change. They still did the same things that they had done before, but things had changed in William's mind.
And he was disappointed.
-Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know.-
Spike heard the crack of the lock on the door behind him. It could only be one person, for he was the only one who could track him, and bother with breaking in the door.
Spike refused to turn around, not with all these swirling emotions on top. Angel came into the apartment, but stopped several yards away from Spike. He waited.
Spike closed his eyes, and tried to rein in all the emotions he was feeling. No good for Angel to read his face.
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,
And nothing else matters.-
"Spike." Angel softly called, after Spike failed to turn around. Spike gave no indication of having heard Angel.
"Spike?" Angel tried again, walking forwards, planning on placing his hands on Spike's shoulders. He stopped a hairsbreadth from touching Spike, feeling the electricity between them. Angel closed his eyes, and sucked in a breath.
Spike almost turned when he heard Angel breathe, feeling how close together they were.
-Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know.-
"Sire?" Spike questioned, right before he turned around and faced Angel. They were a little less then a foot apart.
"I get it." Angel said softly, lowering his hands to his sides. "I get it now."
Spike smiled softly. "Knew you would. You were always the smart one."
-Never opened myself this way.
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say.-
"I never meant to tell you that." Angel admitted.
"I never did either." Spike said, both thinking of their respective confessions the first day.
"The games we play." Angel gave Spike a wry smirk.
"The games." Spike agreed. "But I don't want to play games anymore."
"I want the real thing." Angel finished for him, the truth for both of them shining in their eyes.
-Trust I seek and I find in you.
Every day for us something new.
Open mind for a different view,
And nothing else matters-
"But the curse, and the Slayer." Spike said, almost kicking himself if this would break the moment.
"Buffy doesn't need to know, nor is the curse a problem anymore." Angel softly said, brushing a hair that had come loose from Spike's running away from Spike's forehead.
"Oh." Was all Spike could say, closing his eyes with the pleasure of Angel touching him. When he opened his eyes, Angel was watching him with his dark, soul-filled eyes, seeming to want something.
Angel bent his head, intent on touching his lips to Spike's. Spike didn't realize he lifted his head to Angel's kiss.
A hundred years of pain and estrangement disappeared in the action, both lost in the pleasure of kissing the other, of remembering the times they their lips had meant before.
Angel hand entwined itself with Spike's hair, as Spike's hands made their way to Angel's waist, pulling himself closer to Angel, desperate to have more of this man.
-Never cared for what they say,
Never cared for games they play,
Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
And I know.-
Angel broke away, nothing in their position changing, except their lips weren't touching anymore. Angel out his chin down on the top Spike's head, breathing hard, while Spike buried his head into the crook of Angel shoulder.
Angel smiled slightly, putting his other arm around Spike, pulling him closer.
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,-
Angel sung the last line along with the music, "No, nothing else matters."
Spike looked back up at Angel, question in his eyes, Angel smiled at him, did away with his question, and bent his head again for another kiss of many to come.
*END*
Sequel to: Exactly Like Planned
Series: Song Games (5th and last in series)
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, "Nothing Else Matters" is by Metallica, off the Black album, is what it's called. I think.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in the Song Games series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary: Follows "Exactly Like Planned." Spike listens to Angel's song.
Author's Notes: came up with a title for the series, if you didn't notice. It's now called Song Games.
Dedicated: to everyone who sent me feedback on The Untouchable. It was a fun story to write, and I'm glad you liked it. I don't think I tell you guys enough how good it feels to see that someone reads and likes your stories and I don't think I need to tell you I love getting some, and even if I don't write back to you, due to lack of time, I get it, and love you for it. Okay, enough of the mushy.
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"I don't have admit anything because I don't love you." Spike left the sewer hatch open and strode angrily to Angel. "I don't love you, or anything you do. I hate you. You must have yourself confused with Angelus again." He poked Angel once in the chest for emphasis.
Spike scowled at Angel, then dropped down into the sewers, his boots landing with a splash.
"Bloody hell." He cursed under his breath, as sewer muck got on her. "I hate sewers." Then he took off running, before his sire got the bright idea to follow him.
The last couple days, Spike had been staying in LA. One dank crypt, is like another dank crypt.
But he had found a warehouse to sleep in, cool, clean, no annoying humans. Spike was happier there then he'd been in awhile. Then, some of the vampires living in LA had come in and said that it was their warehouse. Spike was forced to kill them all. Except the leader. That one stayed alive for awhile, while Spike showed him just why he shouldn't have messed with Spike.
With lots of spikes. And an occasional holy object or too.
Alright, he used blessed railroad spikes. But he wore gloves, so no pain came to him.
Entertainment of the torture variety running low, Spike had turned to booze.
He had left Sunnydale in the first place because he was mad about the chip in his head, and needed a break from running into the Scoobies at every turn of the corner. But he had forgotten something.
Angel lived in LA.
When Spike heard a slime demon was in the neighborhood, he had went to kill it, only to run into Angel, already kicking the shit out of it. Hidden in the shadows, Spike watched as his sire got hit hard on the side of the head. He winced when the demon's claws cut Angel's abdomen. He almost cheered when the demon was dead.
Then he caught himself. What was he doing, cheering for the white hats? He's the Big Bad! Must be hanging out with the Slayer and cronies that did it.
But he followed Angel home to make sure he got there okay.
From then on, Spike had decided to go out and hunt demons, making his sire's job easier. Because Angel doesn't have any fun doing it, he reasoned with himself, and they're the only thing I can kill.
Sure, Spike.
Spike even acquired an apartment not far from Angel Investigations. He found a dead guy in the alley, and stole his keys, wallet, the usual. So, Spike moved in, planning on staying in LA for longer then the one week he had originally planned on.
Then he heard that song on the radio, the one he first gave Angel, and it struck a chord deep inside him. It reminded him of all the past times he'd had with Angelus. Of what they had felt for each other.
So Spike went to Cordelia. Since she knew of the chip, she was not afraid, and agreed to help him give the song to Angel. Spike left his (okay, the guy's from the apartment) tape player with her, and knew she would do just find getting the tape to him.
Then he had showed up, wanting to know what Angel thought of the song. And with the look in his eyes, Spike knew that it had affected Angel the same way it had affected him.
But he had never expected the confession of love from Angel. That was not in the rulebook, nor the plan. And the thing in the sewers, Spike let's not even go there. Spike had spilled some emotions deep in his heart, and had planned to leave after that, fully hulmilated again.
But he stayed. And listening to the guy's cd's that were in the apartment, he came across another song part that would be perfect for Angel.
So, he went back to the office, had that conversation with Cordelia, which actually was fueled from the emotions that if Angel loved him, why didn't he come after him, and Spike grabbed his tape player. He ran from the offices to the back entrance to Angel's apartment, and left the tape player sitting somewhere he knew Angel would see it, new tape inside.
Call it an apology, if you want to.
When Spike had come back the third time, it was only to get the tape player. He was expecting Angel to be up in the offices, or out on a case. Not sitting, waiting for him. The resulting talk hadn't been what he wanted either. Get tape player, get out. That was it. But no, Soul Boy always had to stir something up.
And so he was, running through the sewers, desperate to get away from Angel and to the relative safety of his stolen apartment.
He got in and locked the door, then checking his duster pockets for the tape player. He pulled it out and looked at it. Through the clear part, he noticed the tape inside was the one he gave Angel.
{So, he doesn't even want to keep the tape, is that how it is? Was he lying to me?}
What Spike had said in the sewers was so very true. He knew how easy it would be to fall in love with Angel, especially since the one in LA was less like the souled one Spike first met Sunnydale, and was more like the Angelus of over one hundred years ago.
Spike sneered at his thoughts, and walking over to the massive stereo equipment this guy had had, popped the tape out of the portable player, and stuck it in the big player. He had a desire to be melancholy, listening to the song he had give his sire.
But instead of the lyrics Spike had been expecting, a instrumental piece came out.
"I'll be damned." Spike whispered to himself, as he recognized the song. "He is into the 20th century more then I thought."
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,
And nothing else matters.-
It was them. Forever bounded together, no matter where they lived. Forever living as a demon, and knowing the fact to always be true. Spike remembered the night he had been turned. A beautiful and exotic brunette walked up to him, and he offered to guide her home, because the streets weren't safe at night. She agreed, and the next he knew, her teeth were in his neck, then he was drinking her blood.
The brunette had been Drusilla, and she left there in the alley. When he was found, dead, someone carted him off, and buried him in a pauper's grave. He had awakened, and instinctively gone to his mistress. She had ignored him, for more favorable pets, until the day he had been attacked by a demon, and fought him off. That was when Angelus first starting paying him attention.
-Never opened myself this way.
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say,
And nothing else matters.-
Life was theirs back then. Always having the cream of the crop, attending parties where mortals dressed up like peacocks, bedding the most beautiful one, or most handsome one, before brutally killing them.
Spike smiled at the memories. Those were the favorite times in his unnaturally long life. Until the day Darla had shown up unannounced, and swept Angelus off from under William's and Dru's noses. And he had never returned.
Spike had automatically suspected that Darla had staked Angelus, since she couldn't lay a finger on himself. He went straight to the Master with his questions, but the Master said that Angelus was still alive, but changed. Drusilla had also confirmed that with a vision she had one day.
But Spike couldn't stop worrying.
-Trust I seek and I find in you.
Every day for us something new.
Open mind for a different view,
And nothing else matters.-
William had been Angelus's most trusted advisor. They had planned together, destroyed together. Spike had enjoyed that. Being an almost equal to the Scourge of Europe had it's advantages.
Then Angelus had announced William was his favorite. Favorite *childe*.
Hopes of being an equal vanished in William's mind. He was a childe, and would always be a childe. Though he did enjoy all the time he got to spend with Angelus, it wasn't compared to being thought of as an equal, which was what he truly wanted. To be an equal to such a magnificent being. But now, he was forever a childe.
It had been fun, Spike would admit that, the killing, and the blood, and the sex. That was one of the best parts. The relationship didn't really change. They still did the same things that they had done before, but things had changed in William's mind.
And he was disappointed.
-Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know.-
Spike heard the crack of the lock on the door behind him. It could only be one person, for he was the only one who could track him, and bother with breaking in the door.
Spike refused to turn around, not with all these swirling emotions on top. Angel came into the apartment, but stopped several yards away from Spike. He waited.
Spike closed his eyes, and tried to rein in all the emotions he was feeling. No good for Angel to read his face.
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,
And nothing else matters.-
"Spike." Angel softly called, after Spike failed to turn around. Spike gave no indication of having heard Angel.
"Spike?" Angel tried again, walking forwards, planning on placing his hands on Spike's shoulders. He stopped a hairsbreadth from touching Spike, feeling the electricity between them. Angel closed his eyes, and sucked in a breath.
Spike almost turned when he heard Angel breathe, feeling how close together they were.
-Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know.-
"Sire?" Spike questioned, right before he turned around and faced Angel. They were a little less then a foot apart.
"I get it." Angel said softly, lowering his hands to his sides. "I get it now."
Spike smiled softly. "Knew you would. You were always the smart one."
-Never opened myself this way.
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say.-
"I never meant to tell you that." Angel admitted.
"I never did either." Spike said, both thinking of their respective confessions the first day.
"The games we play." Angel gave Spike a wry smirk.
"The games." Spike agreed. "But I don't want to play games anymore."
"I want the real thing." Angel finished for him, the truth for both of them shining in their eyes.
-Trust I seek and I find in you.
Every day for us something new.
Open mind for a different view,
And nothing else matters-
"But the curse, and the Slayer." Spike said, almost kicking himself if this would break the moment.
"Buffy doesn't need to know, nor is the curse a problem anymore." Angel softly said, brushing a hair that had come loose from Spike's running away from Spike's forehead.
"Oh." Was all Spike could say, closing his eyes with the pleasure of Angel touching him. When he opened his eyes, Angel was watching him with his dark, soul-filled eyes, seeming to want something.
Angel bent his head, intent on touching his lips to Spike's. Spike didn't realize he lifted his head to Angel's kiss.
A hundred years of pain and estrangement disappeared in the action, both lost in the pleasure of kissing the other, of remembering the times they their lips had meant before.
Angel hand entwined itself with Spike's hair, as Spike's hands made their way to Angel's waist, pulling himself closer to Angel, desperate to have more of this man.
-Never cared for what they say,
Never cared for games they play,
Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
And I know.-
Angel broke away, nothing in their position changing, except their lips weren't touching anymore. Angel out his chin down on the top Spike's head, breathing hard, while Spike buried his head into the crook of Angel shoulder.
Angel smiled slightly, putting his other arm around Spike, pulling him closer.
-So close no matter how far,
Couldn't be much more from the heart.
Forever trusting who we are,-
Angel sung the last line along with the music, "No, nothing else matters."
Spike looked back up at Angel, question in his eyes, Angel smiled at him, did away with his question, and bent his head again for another kiss of many to come.
*END*