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FIC: A NEW MISSION - Chapter Nine 
6th-Oct-2013 05:52 pm
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And I feel crazy just doing this, it's been so long, but...

NEW CHAPTER!

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So, been a while I know. But hopefully, I'll continue to have more time in RL. Please let me know what you think.


A New Mission
by FemailoftheSpecies
Spike/Lawson, Spike/Angel
NC17 to be safe.
Warning: M/M, character death, violence and demonic affection. Odd vamp stuff, okay?
Summary: A disenchanted Lawson shows up in Los Angeles and gets what he asked for, only he doesn't.
Joss is da man!

No beta. She's retired :-(

This was originally for the 10yearsofbtvs

Previously on A New Mission






Chapter Nine – I Remember When

It was conspicuously quiet in medical as Angel entered the small lobby. He was accustomed to that by now and secretly got a small thrill out of the fear he smelled on the staff. At the nurses’ station, a small Kgar demon glanced up at him nervously.

“Mr. Angel sir, I…can I help you?”

“Uh yeah,” he drawled lazily and glanced at her name tag as he leaned on the counter. “Luzlen. Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. Where is he?” He stared intently as she turned a nice shade of purple and wasn’t sure why he was putting her through this act at all. Following his nose was a foolproof way of finding Wesley, but his demon was up and needed sorting out. Killing preferably, but since Kgar’s were mostly peaceful he wasn’t justified in twisting off her head. Fred would definitely squawk about it.

Speaking of…

“Angel, thank goodness you’re here,” Fred called while hanging onto a door jam. She motioned for him to come on and he left the delightfully frightened Luzlen with an apologetic smile, thinking that this was what happened when his blood was around. He got weird.

Weirder.

“Sorry Fred. I got here as soon as I could. How is he?” He stepped in the room to see Wesley sitting up on the bed, an IV going into his arm and something attached to his finger. Overall, he appeared okay, a little frazzled and pale, but okay.

He is fine,” Wesley answered, pulling at his gown in ridiculous attempt to appear dignified. Somehow a pale blue tie-back cotton mini just didn’t make Gentlemen’s Quarterly. “Hello Angel.”

“Wes. Are you okay, really?”

“He keeps saying that he is, but the doctor wants to keep him overnight.”

“Just as a precautionary measure. I feel much better now. See.” He smiled tightly as he moved and stretched some, his muscles still tense and protesting the challenge.

Angel wasn’t convinced. He had seen false bravado enough to recognize it here. “Well, you’re staying anyway…” Putting his hand up, he halted Wesley’s pout. “Just to be safe. I won’t risk you.” Not again.

He pulled up a chair and peered up at Fred while he settled into the squeaky vinyl. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you take a break? Go home and get some sleep, Fred.”

She was tired, and hungry, but felt this odd sense of apprehension about leaving Wesley with Angel. Of course that was super silly, Angel would never hurt any of them, so she shook it off and glanced to Wesley. “Will you be okay?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Fred. Angel’s here. Nothing will happen to me.”

Nodding, she smiled and leaned over to give him a small kiss. Turning a pretty pink when she saw her boss staring, she frowned, all business. “You take care of him.”

Angel grinned, pleased that these two were finding a little happiness in this shipwreck of a life he had forced them into. “Go. I’ll call if anything happens…which it won’t because he’s fine.” She smiled back and marched out, her hair long and bouncy, and his grin faded as he recalled the last time Wesley had been laid up in a hospital bed.

Weak from blood loss, throat bandaged and eyes pleading as Angel tried to kill him.


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Tiny rays of sunlight bled through the shutters, dust motes floating languidly in their trails. Not close yet, but in a few hours the little stingers would travel across the room and burn him unpleasantly. This room faced west.

With a sigh, Sam slipped his arm from under Shelby, mindful of Spike sleeping at his back, and crept from the bed. First things first, he searched for the remote that Shelby had shown him earlier, and after finding it under the settee, he pushed the button to close the drapes. Laughing to himself as he skulked from the bedroom, he shook his head as he realized it took him longer to find the damned controller that it would have taken him to actually close the curtains.

The rest of the house was darkened by the shutters also, but none of the draperies had been drawn shut either so he went around making sure their new lair was sun-proof and safe for good little vampires. That completed, he was contemplating watching television until he got sleepy again when a strong pair of arms encircled him.

“Come back to bed,” Spike whispered hoarsely in his ear. The erection pressing into the crack of his ass thrilled Sam, a zing shooting up his spine. And he felt like his blood was racing…impossible as that was…a remembered thundering in his ears as his own dick filled.

“Not really sleepy,” he panted quietly and leaned into the blond. Jesus, he thought. Anytime Spike touched him like this he felt like he was a fledge all over again and they were back in Nova Scotia. Was this how Spike felt with Angel, or was it impossibly better?

He was trembling. A smile into his neck brought him back and Spike replied softly, “Don’t have to sleep.”

Sam turned around, pleased that Spike didn’t step away, and kissed him, deep and long and slow before pulling away. “Don’t need a bed.” Sam felt…good. More than, and he hadn’t had a lot of good in his existence for a very long time. Sam turned and let his hand trail down Spike’s arm, clutching his hand with his own as he led him to the sofa.

“Plus, I don’t want to wake up your newest.” More to the truth, he wasn’t gung ho about sharing with Shelby but Spike didn’t need to know that.

Spike was grinning at him when he turned back. “That the only reason?” he asked, pushing Sam to sit down. He stood in front of him, his erection inches from the younger vampire’s mouth.

Glancing up, he clamped a strong hand around Spike’s cock, stroking softly, and smiled when the blonde groaned. “Well, I’m not exactly adverse to a little alone time with this,” he replied and squeezed tight.

A cell phone rang in the bedroom. Spike swore. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he growled and stomped off to answer it, leaving Sam to stare at his empty hand.

A sleepy Shelby had the phone in her hand, reaching out to give it to him as he approached the bed. He snatched it and she flopped back in the bed, hoping he’d take it and leave the room.

He sat down at the foot of the bed, shoulders rolled into a slump. “What!”

“It’s me.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “I know that, braintrust. No one else has the number. What do you want?”

“Wesley got hurt while testing what was going to be plan A. We’re going with plan B. Tonight. So get your ass in motion.”

Straightening up and thinking of the massacre ahead, the blonde smiled. “Oh, Da. You give the best prezzies.”


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Comments 
7th-Oct-2013 03:05 am (UTC) - YAY!!!
You have just made my day. I love this story so much.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
:D
22nd-Oct-2013 03:16 am (UTC) - Re: YAY!!!
I'm so glad! Thanks for reading!
7th-Oct-2013 03:15 am (UTC)
Well dang! Now I'm hooked on another WIP. Liking this a lot. :D
22nd-Oct-2013 03:17 am (UTC)
YAY! I hope you are patient :-)
7th-Oct-2013 03:52 am (UTC)
I was so excited to see another chapter of this, I literally bounced in my seat making EEEEE noises. YAY NEW SPANGEL.
22nd-Oct-2013 03:18 am (UTC)
Thank you! There is never enough Spangel is there? About to get Rekindling Spangel started next week. Hoping for a great turn out this year!
22nd-Oct-2013 04:43 am (UTC)
WOO HOO! I will rec far and wide.
7th-Oct-2013 08:31 pm (UTC)
love to see that this is not a dead WIP! thanks for picking it back up again.
22nd-Oct-2013 03:18 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
8th-Oct-2013 06:23 am (UTC)
Straightening up and thinking of the massacre ahead, the blonde smiled. “Oh, Da. You give the best prezzies.”

I don't know why but I just loved that sentence.

Curiouser and curiouser. Hope you continue with this fic!
22nd-Oct-2013 03:20 am (UTC)
Thanks!! I love when Spike gets all old and back in the day on Angel and remembers what they were.

Glad you like.
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