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I wanted to write a little ditty of how Angel ended up marrying Spike, thus ending the whole Buffy-Angel-Spike triangle, so here it is--the prequel to "Angel and Spike's Wedding."

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Angel stares morosely into his mug of positive-O blood, searching for any answer to his often-pondered question. Why does Buffy keep screwing him over and over? First, there was that cookie analogy... Then there was that Dana thing and then the Immortal thing... Aren't we supposed to have true love or something? "Chin up, O Brooding One. No use moping around. We did say we'd move on," a voice interrupts Angel's heavy brooding. "I know, Spike. It's just that..." Standing next to him; Spike cocks an eyebrow and shrugs. He claps a hand on the brooding vampire's shoulder. "Ah, no buts. You've been over at this from every bloody angle. Don't you get it? Buffy wants to do with neither of us. She has moved on and so should we."

"But..."

"I said no buts."

Angel frowns even deeper, his heavy forehead crinkled. Spike catches a breath, taken aback by the sight of his secret crush. He's bloody adorable when he does that little frown thing. Now, stop it, William. Angel doesn't swing the same way you do, sometimes. Well, except for that one time... "Spike? Did you hear what I said?" "Huh?" Broken from his scrutiny, Spike shrugs. Angel rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. "I said, will you marry me?" Spike does a double take upon hearing the words, his mouth dropping open. "W-What?" he stammers nervously. "Spike, you're right. I should move on. Buffy has moved on and as should I. And the best way to do that is to be with someone I love."

"You're saying you love me?"

"Yeah. Why you think I excessively touched you in front of the guys?"

"How the bloody hell was I supposed to know?! I thought you were just trying to maim me, not copping a feel off my body!"

Angel grabs Spike by his shoulders and pulls him into an embrace. Spike yelps, automatically struggles to release himself from his captor then relaxes in his hold. Gazing into Spike's brilliant blue eyes, Angel sighs happily. He reaches out and tentatively touches Spike's chiseled cheek, stroking it. His finger moves down to Spike's lips, gently rubbing across it. Wow. Baby soft. "Your lips are baby soft." Spike's eyes dart back and forth nervously then suddenly focuses on the space besides Angel's face. "Spike." Spike looks back at Angel and their gazes lock. Butterflies flutter in Spike's stomach as Angel starts to lean in. He's gonna kiss me. Been a while since he had done that. Angel's lips touch Spike's and they moan at the tender kiss. After what had felt like an eternity, Angel pulls back. "No," Spike mumbles sleepily, "Don't stop, please." Angel smiles and strokes Spike's heavily gelled hair. They are surprisingly soft to the touch. Angel is amazed and he continues to stroke, just to make sure. "Angel?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Umm, so how about it? Will you marry me?"

Spike breaks out of the embrace, backing away from Angel. Angel frowns sadly, looking down at the ground, crossing his arms. "I understand, Spike. Forget I ever proposed to you." Spike's head cocks to one side, confused. "What the bloody hell are you talking about? If you're gonna propose to me, you got to do it good and proper." Eyebrows raised, Angel looks up and then he grins. Spike's unbeating heart swells at the sight of a grin spreading across Angel's face. He's so hot when he broods but he's even hotter when he's not brooding...

Kneeling on one knee, Angel glances upward at Spike's face. The earth seemed to have stopped on its axis as Angel once again asks Spike the question. "Spike, will you marry me?" Smirking, Spike puts on his best-offended expression and answers Angel's question. "What, no ring?" Angel rolls his eyes, exasperated. "Spike!" "Of course, I will!" They leap into each other, wrapping arms around each other. Angel kisses Spike with such a passion that Spike had to break away to catch his breath, which is really strange, because he doesn't need to breathe, with being a vampire and all. Gasping for breath, Spike asks the ultimate question. "So, who's gonna plan the wedding?" Angel stares at his lover as if he had asked the stupidest question. "Me, of course." Spike groans audibly, eyes rolling upward to the sky above. "Oh no...I can just picture it--Bridezilla!" Angel scowls, lightly smacking Spike on his derriere.

"I'm not that bad. And if anyone's gonna be a bride, it's you."

"Yes, you are. You're such a drama queen...and no, I'm not gonna be the wife. I'm obviously more macho..."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me."

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