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The Angels Are Standing By
by Shawna
Between the perfect world
and the bottom line
Keeping love alive in these
trouble times
It's a miracle in itself
Angel groaned as his phone rang loudly. Damn! Couldn't he ever be left alone long enough to get some sleep! He'd been without sleep for like *two* days. Really, was it to much to ask that a champion for the Powers get some shut eye?
He helps people. He saves the world. He's a warrior with perfect hair, it's only fair that the Powers That Be let him get some sleep, damn it!
Hell, he knew that he was a vampire and all but, fuck, corpses and villains get better sleep then he did!
During this rant to himself, the phone continued to ring, so Angel finally grabbed for it twice before picking it up.
"Hello?" He growled hatefully, then just incase it was a paying helpless client, who would give money to help pay the bills, he quickly continued in a sightly less growl like tone, "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless, this is Angel. What can I do for ya?"
Angel couldn't help but think that Cordelia had him well trained.
"Oi! That cheerleader of yours has ya well trained. Just like a dog, Peaches, be careful about that. You might end up a bitch, barking at the neighbors, head out the window of a car drooling, pissing on the rug..."
Angel growled, "What do you want Spike? I was about to go to sleep before you ruined a perfectly good plan!"
"Good. I can't sleep so why in the sodding hell, should you? You...You Poofter!"
"Spike. What do you want?"
"I...I wanted to talk, Sire, I...I lost me Xanpet."
And we know too well what that's about
Still we made it through, only God knows how
We must've had a little help
Wesley answered his cell phone on the second ring.
"Pryce, here."
"Hi ya, Wussy."
Wesley rolled his eyes yet couldn't stop a smile from forming.
"Xander, I told you to never call me that."
"Right. Sorry, Wus...Um...Wesley. How are you?"
"Good." Wesley was instantly confused, there was something in Xander's voice. "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, me and Spike, we had a fight. We said some things. Mean things. Most of the meanness was on my side but...damn. I lost him. I was an idiot and...and...I love him. I mean, yeah, those things I said about how tired I am of him leaving his wet towels all over the floor, true, but the rest...Crap, Wes, I've lost him. I just know that the things I said has destroyed his love for me. He couldn't possibly love me anymore. And why should he? After what I did?..."
Must've been
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
"So you and Xander had an argument?" Angel kept his voice low and comforting. He snuggled down into his bed, pulling on his blankets getting comfortable.
"More than that you sodding Poof! It was a fight pure and simple."
"So, tell me, Spike, what happened?"
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby, what else could it be
"Well, it happened like this, me and Spike were having fun at the Bronze. Right? Shooting pool, drinking beers. Spike enjoying his favorite blooming onion thingie, kisses and fondling each other. Everything was good. Real good. Better then good, actually."
"Then?" Wesley asked gently.
"This big guy comes up to my Spike and grabs his ass. Starts to come on to him. Right in front of me! Hello! Handsome, possessive as hell boyfriend standing next to him! Well, here is this ass hole acting all hot and horny over Spike and all my Spike does is lets him!"
"Oh, my."
"Oh, my is right, so I, nice, lovable, Xander Harris taps him on the shoulder to punch him hard in the face when he looks at me. Knocked him out cold."
"Spike or the dumb ass hole?"
"Damn, Wes, listen to me! I hit the dumb ass hole and damn it if it didn't feel good!"
Well it must've been hard,
It must have been tough
Keeping up with crazy fools like us
'Cause it's so easy to fall apart
"So Xander hit the guy, who was hitting on you."
"Yeah, but a vampire has his pride, ya know? I would have hit him, myself, if there wasn't a bloody chip in my head. He shouldn't be fighting my fights! After my Xanlove, hit the Pillock, I asked him what the hell did he think he was about and he asked me if I liked that guy's hand on my arse. I'm like, didn't know my arse had property of Xander Harris tattooed on it. And my boy says, he says...'Who the hell says I want my name on that slutty British ass of yours?'"
And we still break each other's heart sometimes
Spend some nights on the jagged side
Some how we wake up in each other's arms
"And then, Spike said, I sure in the hell was acting like I wanted his slutty sexy British ass. Then he went on about how hitting that guy I was disrespectful to him and showing everyone in the place that he was my bitch. So to show Spike, my stupidity as well as how much of a fine adult I am, said, 'Well aren't you?'"
"Ouch! Xander, you really shouldn't have said that."
"Well, duh! I was very much the idiot. *Then*--"
"Wait! There's more!?! Oh, Xander tell me there wasn't *more* to those already hurtful words."
"I'm not smart like you, Wes."
"Well, duh."
"Okay, now isn't the time to be a smart ass, Wes."
"Right, sorry."
"I so hear that smirk in your voice, you smirking British guy! Stop that, right now!"
"..."
"You're still smirking aren't you, Wes?"
"Of course, you moron." Wesley told him in perfect and complete honesty all the while smirking into the phone he held.
Must've been
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
"So Xander was acting like the idiot that he is."
"Sire! Don't be calling my love an idiot! Only *I* get to call my nummy boy an idiot, *not* you."
"Alright." Angel sighed, before continuing, "What happened next, I'm sure there is a next somewhere in this story."
"I told him that I was love's bitch not his bitch. So he said that all he knew was that I was a fangless bitch who liked it up the ass and that...that..." Spike's voice broke and it took him a moment to get himself together to finish telling his Sire what had happened. "That he could find someone better, if...if he wanted. That's when I stormed out, flipping him the bird, as I went. But...But I knew he was right. He could find someone better. Someone worthy of his priceless love. I'm fangless and...and I'm a bitch, Angel..."
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby, what else could it be
"Man, Wes, that look that he gave me right before storming out, broke my heart and I wanted to chase after him and beg for forgiveness."
"Well, why in the bloody hell didn't you!?!"
"W-What?" Xander responded in a shocked whisper.
"You're right, Harris, you are a bloody idiot! Words hurt you stupid childish wanker! Spike *loves* you! What you say and do matters to him! You need to apologize you silly ponce. Grovel. Beg for forgiveness. Show him that he is your world...He is your world, right?"
"For more than two years now. I love him. I *need* him."
"Then don't tell *me* how much you need him, how sorry you are, and how you love him. You tell Spike that! He's the one who should hear it! You *show* him that! It may take time but if you believe that his love is worth fighting for--Hello! Hello, Xander!..Oh, fine, hang up on me, you stupid wanker..."
With that Wesley hung up his phone and pouted, saying softly to himself, "I hadn't even finished my 'love is worth fighting for speech' and it was just getting to the good part."
There are some nights
"I've lost him, Peaches, I...I don't care if I'm a bitch as long as I'm *his* bitch."
Angel had finally had enough, as he growled in a dark and deadly tone, "Shut the hell up, boy!"
Stunned silence instantly followed.
"You still there, my boy?" The growl seemed to have a darker edge to it now.
"You told me to 'shut up', Angelus. I was doing as ya ordered...Sire." Spike now spoke in a soft respectable tone.
"Harris is yours, right?"
"Yes."
"You've claimed him and you love him."
"With all my unbeating heart, I love him, Sire."
"Does he love you?"
"I...I think he does."
Angel growl came deep from within his demon. Which Spike quickly answered, "Yeah, my boy does love me!"
"Why does Harris love you?"
"Um..."
"Not that hard a question, *William*, answer me!"
"Cos...'Cos he's *mine*!"
"Right, now you are a vampire and if something belongs to you and you love that which belongs to you..."
"Then you show it! Remind the boy, that I don't take crap from him! Right! Thanks, Poofy! I'd kiss ya on the lips if I could!"
"Spike..." Angel said automatically in a low dangerous voice. "Don't ever try to kiss me and don't ever call me Poofy again."
"Right. Whatever my Sire wants, still, thanks...'Night, Poofy!"
Then all Angel heard was a dial tone in his ear. He slowly hung up. A smile crossing his face, wishing he could be a fly upon those two wacky lover's wall...For it was always the making up part that was sweet and hot...
Also, he was a secret voyeur, but that is another story altogether...
I watch you while you dream
Spike opened Xander and his apartment door, then slammed it hard behind him. As he walked into the room, he looked like a proud master vampire.
"Xander!" Spike growled much like his Sire did on the phone to him.
"Damn." He then sighed, when he quickly realized that his boy wasn't there. Sodding hell! His boy was supposed to be here. So he could show Xanpet who the hell he belonged too...
Just then the front door, suddenly, opened and Xander stood there looking at him. The first thing he noticed, other than the fact his boy was sexy as hell and needed to be shagged, was that for some reason his boy had two plastic cheep as hell red roses in his hands. Xander slowly walked in and shut the door. The two men simply stared at each other. Finally, Xander spoke...
"God, Spike, I'm so sorry. I was and am an idiot. A...A sodding wanker as you'd say, I got jealous. Pure and simple, but that's no excuse for those lies that I said."
"You're right. No damn excuse." Spike told him softly, placing his fists deep into his tight black pants. "A guy touched my nice firm manly arse tonight, Xanpet. Didn't mean I liked it. The only hand I wanted on my arse was yours and are those cheep crappy flowers mine, mate?"
"Seven-Eleven special. There aren't any flower shops open this late at night. Trust me if there were the shop would have made a fortune. I...I love you, Spike. You're my everything. My world. I need you, Spike and sometimes I don't go out of my way to tell ya this, but I do love you. Unlike you, I've always had a beating heart but only you have ever made me feel alive. I can't find anyone better than you, because you...Are Spike." Xander shrugged helplessly. "I'm always afraid that you will find someone else, someone better. Someone who can live forever but Spike, I could never love anyone, or anything like I love you..."
"Xanlove, just shut up...Just fucking shut up and let me kiss the hell out of you, you sodding idiot!"
Xander seemed to leap the rest of the way into Spike's arms.
They kissed passionately but when Spike rubbed Xander's left butt cheek in a hard rough way, Xander quickly removed his lips to shriek a very loud, "Ow!"
"Xanpet, what..."
"Um...Well, I...Let me show you..." Xander couldn't help but blush as he sat down the now crushed, yet sturdy plastic red roses to reluctantly step out of Spike's arms. Turning around, he reached for his belt to undo it. In seconds, he had his baggie pants down around his ankles.
Spike was stunned and truly touched, not because he was looking at a mighty fine ass, but because there was now something permanently tattooed upon that left buttock. In a bright red heart, were the words in black lettering, 'Property of Spike'.
"Xan...My boy..." Spike whispered in awe.
"I love you, Spike, and I am sorry. If anyone's someone's bitch it's me and when it comes to you I don't mind at all."
"No. You're not a bitch. I'm not a bitch. We're just two crazy fools in love." With that said, Spike then bent down and started to kiss gently at the tattoo. Xander shivered and moaned, "Spike..."
Much later the two lovers were wrapped in each other's arms, as they were always meant to be. One was silently thanking Angel. The other Wesley. Each feeling as if they each had their own personal wild guardian angel standing guard. Watching their backs. Ready to help when needed. Ready to make sure their love for one another stayed grounded. Stayed solid. Together, Spike and Xander were thinking this, even as they fell asleep peacefully in each others arms...
I swear I hear the sound of beating wings
(the end)
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