Spike made his way downstairs slowly. He didn't want to get down there and be laughed at right away. He was a teenager for god's sake! Smaller all over and with a squeaky voice and feeling oddly aroused when Angel lent over him. This royally sucked!
Why did it always happen to him? Were the powers out to get him or something? He sighed and pulled his jeans a little higher up his waist, only to have them slip back down to rest on his hips. He hated being small. He was under average height for a guy when he was normal. So now that he had shrunk he was...tiny. Scrawny and pathetic. Why the bloody hell did it have to happen to him?
He felt so useless. His clothes didn't fit, P.J. was being meaner than usual, Angel didn't care and now he had to go and show himself off in front of people he'd only known for three months. One of which he had tried to kill before now and took the mick out of him at every opportunity. Unlife was not good.
He reached the hallway at the top of the stairs and peered over the edge before going down. Bugger. They were all there. The ones that didn't know were all listening to Angel talk and Conner was grinning his arse off. Spike gulped and took a deep breath. No doubt his sire was talking about him. Bet they were going to laugh...
Okay Spike. Suck it up. No point delaying the inevitable. They're going to see you at one time or another. Better it be sooner rather than later. He took a deep breath of confidence and began to walk down the stairwell, trying not to be seen or draw attention to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad...
"Here comes the baby." Spike paused from his descent and watched as everyone turned their head towards him. Poof Junior just had to ruin it didn't he. Spike didn't move from his spot as everyone stared. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and pulled at his jeans again to try and make them stay up. Lowering his gaze to the floor he felt himself blushing under their gaze.
"Oh Spike..." Fred's the first one to speak. Spike didn't even bother to look up. No doubt she was going to laugh. He could hear Cordy contemplating if laughing would be the right thing to do. "You're all small." The Texan finally says. Well that wasn't laughter. She sounded almost sorry for him. Oh great, pity.
Angel sighed and watched as the other members of his group inspected his childe. The younger vampire made his way down the stairs slowly and avoided his son completely. Why did Spike try and annoy Conner so much?
Wesley was soon sitting Spike on the counter and lifting his arms whilst looking for clues. Of course, Spike was not in the mood for gropey adults, so he pushed Wes away and folded his arms. Fred smiled at him and went into the kitchens to get him some blood. Cordy was checking him out and no doubt wondering if Spike had full teenage hormones.
Gunn was not so obvious about his feelings. The fighter merely sat next to Spike and grinned at him. "So you're a teenager huh?" He asked and Spike just frowned and nodded, clearly not enjoying the fact at all. "Well since you haven't been a teenager in a century, I'll bet you need someone to show you the ropes."
Spike looked up (another bad thing, now he had to look up to everyone) at Gunn and smirked. Maybe this teenage thing wasn't so bad. He could hang out with Gunn, dance at some clubs, drink and smoke underage. Kind of. The underage thing wasn't really true, but it felt so much more daring if you were breaking the law. A hundred and twenty three year old stuck in a fifteen year old body. There was fun to be had.
"That would be cool." He replied and was relieved when his voice stayed at his normal level and didn't go squeaky. That was another downside to being younger. The stupid breaking voice.
Fred returned with the blood soon enough and Spike was glad to see it was in his usual 'Sex pistols' mug. "Thanks pet." He smiled and sipped at the liquid. It was just at the right temperature. Perfect.
"So what are you going to do today little brother?" Conner smirked and made a show of twirling the broadsword he had in his hand. Spike hoped he would slip and cut off his own head. Sure Angel would be mad if he knew his thoughts, but at least he would notice him.
"I'm not your little brother." Spike snarled and tried to ignore the fact that his voice had turned higher midway through the sentence. Of course, Conner had to notice and take the piss.
He laughed and leaned on his sword to stop from falling over. "Really? Coz you sure sound like it baby." He emphasised the last word and Spike was trying really hard to ignore him. But the boy had to keep going. "Whereas you're only fifteen dear brother, I'm eighteen. Three full years older than you. Baby."
Gunn and Angel were soon pulling the both of them apart. Spike was being held upright by Gunn as the chip activated and tried to fry his brain. He thrashed about as it shocked him harder than ever before. Must be because of his smaller body, he didn't have so much to shock so it made the job easier and more painful.
Angel on the other hand was looking over where Spike had punched his son square in the face. A small bruise was forming but it would be healed easily within the next few hours. But that didn't matter; Spike had just hit his son. His son had just been hit by Spike and he'd done nothing to provoke him.
He snarled and turned to face his annoying brat of a childe. Spike was glaring at Conner angrily and Angel was sure that if they hadn't stepped in and Spike didn't have the chip, Conner would be dead by now. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at Spike and was surprised when the younger vampire took a step back. Spike never backed down. Ever.
Cordelia decided that was the exact moment to have a vision. She cried out in pain as she fell to the floor. Conner and Wesley were quick to catch her as she collapsed. Spike never liked it when Cordy had visions, no matter how much he hated the bint, he still felt unable to help her when the pain was in her head. Spike hated feeling helpless.
"Big ugly demon." She managed after it subsided. Fred was quick to rush into the kitchen and return with a glass of water and some pills for her friend. Cordy nodded in thanks and took them with practised ease. The men helped her into a seat and she told them what she had seen. "Huge demon, in need of a good mouthwash and some plaque remover. Disgusting teeth. Near the docks at sunset."
"Well that's some good news." Fred pointed out. "That means that Angel's safe to play and we can do some research on this demon before you guys go and be heroes." She smiled to herself and bounced off into Wesley's office to look through books. Wesley followed and got into his favourite pastime of researching. Just what was so fascinating about dusty old books, no one knew, but Wesley somehow enjoyed it.
"I'm going to go have a lay down okay Angel? Wake me before you leave." With that Cordy sauntered up the stairs to an empty room she sometimes used when the visions were too much. Angel sighed and watched as she went. The visions were getting hard for her. She needed a break or something. He'd think about giving her a week off.
Conner headed off to his room. Angel smiled as his son went. Conner was nothing like his other 'son'. Where Spike was messy, Conner was neat. Where Conner was smart, Spike was stupid. Where Spike was loud, Conner was quiet. But most of all where Conner was a fragile human; Spike was a fully grown vampire in a fifteen year old body who knew better than to hit humans.
Gunn had made himself scarce, probably sitting with Fred and Wes researching. So Angel was alone with Spike. A very bad Spike that needed to be punished. Spike was sitting on the desk again flicking through a magazine whilst drinking his blood. Angel stalked over and took the mug from his hand, setting it down on the side before taking away the magazine as well.
"Hey!" The younger vampire watched as the fire in his Sire's eyes grew. Oh bugger, he was still in trouble. But at least Angel was watching him. Watching him very closely indeed. His eyes were fixed on his childe's and Spike couldn't help but look down at the dominative gaze.
"Spike. Why did you hit Conner?" Angel asked evenly; letting no emotion leak into his voice. It was obvious that the vampire was angry, he just wasn't letting it show. For which Spike was grateful. But when Angel looked at him like that, it made him want to blush. There was a weird feeling running round inside of him. It seemed to start at his toes, and then warm it's way up his body. Spike unintentionally lent slightly forward, wanting to have more of that feeling.
He licked his lips before replying. "Coz, he was calling me a baby." Angel blinked as he processed the information. Spike was watching the floor with interest and didn't look like he was going to apologise anytime soon. In fact, if he could still understand Spike's scent and posture, he'd say that he was embarrassed about something.
"You hit him because he called you a baby." Angel stated plainly, making it sound twice as stupid as it was. Spike shuffled his feet and tried to disappear. Now that he thought about it, it was pretty stupid. And even worse, his Sire had heard him say that. Oh great. Now what was Angel going to think of him?
"Yep." He whispered and swallowed to keep his voice from breaking like before. That was really getting annoying.
Angel sighed and rubbed at his eyes. Was his childe really that immature? All because Conner had said he was a baby. Which was not even an insult. It was a joke. He took a step closer so that he was leaning on the counter either side of Spike's legs. "Wasn't that a bit stupid?"
Spike leant back and evened out his breathing. Angel was close. But it's not as if Angel had never been close to him before. So why did it bother him so much? That warm feeling was starting up again and it had started to feel really nice. Really very nice to have Angel so close. He nodded mutely and tried to stop focusing on his Sire's lips. They were perfect. He was perfect.
"Just for once I'd like you and Conner to try and get along."
Spike nodded again, not really focussing on the words. His mind was lost elsewhere thinking about how that shirt made it possible to see the way Angel's muscles flexed when he moved.
"He's never been anything but nice to you."
Leaning forward slightly he felt one of Angel's hands brush against the side of his leg. It felt good to be touched, no matter how small a touch it was. He tried not to think of where else he'd like to be touched right now, but couldn't help the images that ran through his mind. He soon wished that he'd never thought of it when he felt his stolen blood rush to his crotch.
Angel sensed the change in Spike's scent and was about to mention it, before he thought better of it. Must be the teenage hormones. "Now you go to your room until you can learn to behave yourself."
Spike nodded and tried not to think of the mental images that came to his head when Angel ordered him to go to his room. It was to no avail. He could feel himself harden more and he jumped down from the counter, only to find himself pushed against his Sire. Angel hadn't moved and now they were practically touching in all the right places. Taking a deep breath, Spike moved quickly and made his way to his room.
Angel sighed when he heard the door slam behind him.
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