Hybrid Boys
Chapter 3: Let's Explore
Sundown…they perfect time to haunt Angel. Spike walked down the narrow corridors of Wolfram and Heart towards Angel's office. Sure he knew it was pathetic, but seeing as how he couldn't leave the city, couldn't get drunk…or laid for the matter, his only entertainment came in the form of torturing and annoying Angel. And right after drinking and getting laid, this was his favorite thing anyway. He only hoped he didn't do his little disappearing act before he reached Forehead Man's little sanctuary.
"Hey, Kid. How's it goin'?" Max nodded to Spike as he leaned against the door to Lorne's office, smoking a cigarette.
"Good as can be expected."
Max smirked. "You're just in time, Kid."
Spike sighed. He tried to get Max to stop calling him that, but the more he protested the more Max persisted. "For what?"
"My performance. Lorne's thinks I might be able to cut a record deal, so he's got some executive from some hot shot label coming tonight to see me."
"What, you gunna sing some fairy song to impress 'im" Spike wasn't offending Max. The two had become friends…or at least that's all Spike was willing to admit to. In truth, a strong attraction had begun to build - Spike fought it. The last thing he needed was Angel thinking he was a puff himself. No, Spike just shoved off the idea. It wasn't like he wasn't still attracted to girls, hell when Harmony wore those low cut shirts and tight little short skirts…he still felt that special tingle. But now, looking at Max with those skin tight black pants and red…luscious…
Spike smacked himself in the head. "I've really got to stop doing that…."
"Stop doing what?" Max asked.
"Bugger off." Spike shoved past Max and continued toward Angel's office.
"No Spike."
"I haven't said anything yet."
Angel looked up at Spike from his desk. "You're in my office, that's enough."
"Not gunna offer me a seat then?"
Angel stared coldly at him.
"Right." Spike nodded and took the liberty of grabbing his own chair, and sat down. A period of silence fallowed, during which time Spike glanced about the room and Angle continued his cold stare. "You think I'm a puff?" Spike asked in all seriousness.
"What?"
"Seriously, you think I am?"
"Spike, as much as I'd enjoy exploring your sexuality…." Angel stopped himself. Spike started to giggle.
"Well, that's somethin' I didn't know about you, mate."
"Get out Spike."
"Why don't you make me? Oh, wait…would want to get you too excited."
"Now!"
"Nope. I'm good right where I'm at."
Angel stood up and leaned on his desk.
"Yes."
"What?"
"I think you're a…how did you put it? A puff?" Spike shifted in his seat. "In fact I think your boyfriend is just down the hall in Lorne's office, why don't you two fairy's go and play."
Spike got up quickly, shocked at Angle's unusual cruelty. "Fuck you."
He walked out of the office, and faded from sight just before reaching the elevator.
Angel sat back down, feeling a little guilty.
