Actions

Work Header

Blushing Vampires

Work Text:

Part One

 

Angel knocked on the Summers’ kitchen door for the second time that week. It had been one of the more interesting weeks since he had returned from Hell. First, Buffy and Spike had a huge fight that resulted in him finding out they were engaged to be married. Then he went to help the Slayer with an incident happening at Sunnydale High School only to make out with Spike for the first time in over a century, and liked it. Next, he ended up lying on a wooden beam in the ceiling of the school for hours, then saved Buffy’s life in order to listen to her and his childe have passionate sex on the classroom floor. And now, he was here at Buffy’s house to accompany them to Willow and Giles’ house for Willow’s twenty-first birthday party. All in all, this was going to be a week he remembered.

"Angel," Joyce greeted warmly, letting the vampire enter the crate filled kitchen. During the weeks following final exams, Buffy, Angel and her mom had all sat down together and had a heart to heart, after which she had grown to like the ensouled being. "Buffy said you’d be coming by."

"Hello, Joyce," he said, shutting the kitchen door behind him so as not to let the air conditioning out. "Is she ready to go?"

"Buffy and Spike had to go get some last minute stuff for Willow’s party," she replied. "They told me to keep you here until they returned." Joyce picked up the pry bar she was using and went to open another crate.

"Here, let me," Angel said, ever the gentleman. He took the bar from her, set it on the island counter, and pulled off the top with a flick of his wrist. He sent her a sheepish smile, reaching into the packing straw and pulling out a large, ornate vase. "Lo San," he said, examining it. "Seventeenth century. One from his Chi Pek collection."

"You know who Lo San is?" Joyce asked, impressed.

He set the vase down and pulled out another object. "Yes. His work is fascinating, The usage of pastel watercolors as opposed to oils…"

Joyce chuckled, interrupting him. "I’m sorry. It’s just been so long since I met someone who knew about art, let alone obscure artists."

He gave her his first genuine smile since he’d returned from Hell. "I’m a collector, or at least, I was. I haven’t made any recent acquisitions, I’m afraid."

"Who’s your favorite artist?"

"This may seem funny, but it’s actually M.C. Escher. That man’s eye for detail amazes me," he replied. "The never ending geometrical patterns, the repetition, the optical illusions, they are all…astonishing."

"Have you seen the one with the giant eyeball that had a skull in the pupil?"

"Yes, I have. In fact, I was lucky enough to see his originals. Of course, at the time I was more interested in…things other than art."

Joyce nodded, understanding his reference. The conversation continued, moving from originals Angel had seen, to debating the ‘greats’, from contemporary art to Classicism, as they waited for Buffy to return.

 

*****

 

Spike laughed as Buffy danced in circles. "What are you so jolly about, pet?"

"Noting. Everything," She said, falling into step with her fiancé. "It’s Willow’s twenty-first birthday, it’s summertime, Angel’s being friendly, and Xander stopped trying to dust him…"

"He would have succeeded if you wouldn’t have stopped him," he pointed out.

"Speaking of Angel, I wanted to ask you something," she said, ignoring his comment. "When you two were…sucking face the other night, did you enjoy it?"

"What kind of bloody question is that!?" Spike said, defensively.

"You’ve told me time and time again that sex is different for vampires, that you’d screw pretty much anything, dead or alive."

"Hey now! I would not do that!" Spike exclaimed.

"I didn’t mean that you did that sort of thing any more," Buffy clarified. "But what about in the past? I know from Angel that you guys ran together. Did you ‘run together’ in an entirely different way, too?"

"Slayer, I’m not about to tell you my whole bloody sexual history," he replied.

"Why not? You know all about my torrid affairs," she said.

"One vampire does not a torrid affair make, ducks," he pointed out.

"Fine. If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just ask Angel."

"Like bloody hell you will!"

"Then you do it."

Spike glared at her for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. *I’m a wuss,* he thought. *A bloody whipped nancyboy.* "Oh, all right. But this goes no further than the two of us, deal?"

"Deal," she replied, grinning widely.

He grumbled for another minute, then started speaking. "Angelus and I were…lovers would be the polite word for your young, sensitive ears," he smirked at her. "He was bloody good at it, if you wanted a nice, hard fuck. No gentleness with that wanker."

"What’s it like?" She asked, intensely curious. "Doing it with another man?"

"Angelus wasn’t a man, luv," he teased.

"Another male vampire then," she clarified sardonically.

"Rougher, harder," he told her. "The smell and taste is different, of course. It’s also easier to shag with another man because you have the same body, you know what feels good and what doesn’t. And with vampires there’s a lot of biting and blood letting involved. Makes buggering a lot more…interesting."

"Do you miss it?"

"Now that’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one," Spike said. "Honestly? No. Sex between vampires is also a form of power play - whose is bigger and all that rot. If I’m going to fuck somebody, it’s because I’m horny, not because I want to show them who’s boss."

"What if Angel were to…"

"Proposition me?" he finished her sentence. "Not while I have a hellion like you."

"But if you didn’t?" Buffy asked.

"Maybe. I’ve never had a vampire who had a soul before."

"I’m surprised, what with all of them running around," she said, laughing at her own joke.

"You are just too hilarious, pet," he said. "I don’t know how I put up with you."

 

 

Part Two

 

 

"Would you be willing to answer a question for me?" Joyce asked Angel. They were still in the kitchen, crates long forgotten in favor of good conversation, warm coffee and companionship. "How old are you?"

"I’ll be 248 in September," Angel answered.

Joyce blinked. "Wow. I knew you were older than Buffy, but not by that much."

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "It’s only…you look so young and handsome."

"One of the few benefits of being a vampire," he said, then turned melancholy. "I’d give it all up for a chance to grow old with someone, see the sun, have children."

"You can’t have children?"

"No. A vampire’s body temperature is too low for…well, you get the idea," he told her.

"I guess this means I won’t be a grandma," she said, sadly.

"Normally Slayer’s don’t live long enough to…" Angel started to say, before trailing off with a horrified expression. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up."

Joyce laid a comforting hand on his arm. "It’s ok, Angel. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my baby has a walking death sentence and that she is the oldest Slayer ever, which increases her chances of being killed soon." She looked into his eyes to convey her feelings with her next sentence. "I’m very glad that she has two men looking out for her, keeping her alive."

"I would happily die for her, Joyce," Angel replied. "For years she had been my entire purpose in life and the woman I loved. While I may have begun to move on with my heart, she is still one of the most important things in this world to me."

"Thank you," she said. She took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "Ok, new subject. Tell me some stories about my future son-in-law."

Angel smiled mischievously. "Are you sure you want to hear them? Spike has been getting into trouble for a long time now."

"How old is he?" Joyce asked. "I keep forgetting to ask either him or Buffy."

"Let’s see, I turned him when he was in his early twenties," Angel said, wheels turning in his head. "That would make him over 200, but not by much."

"You turned him? What does that mean?" she said.

"I’m his sire," he replied, somewhat sadly. "I’m the one who turned him into a vampire."

"Oh," she responded. "I guess then I have you to thank for allowing him to be in Buffy’s life."

Angel looked at her with surprise. "No one has ever thanked me for creating a demon before."

Joyce shrugged. "I have to look at the glass half full if I want to keep what little sanity I have left."

Angel laughed. "Understandable, considering Buffy is your daughter."

"Are you guys talking about me behind my back?" Buffy said, entering the kitchen with Spike in tow. They were carrying several paper bags.

"Now that you’re here, we can talk about you in front of your back," Joyce said with a teasing smile.

"Very funny, mom," she replied. She looked at Angel. "Are you ready to go?"

He nodded, standing. "It’s been fun, Joyce. We’ll have to do this again."

"Absolutely," Joyce said. She gestured to the multiple crates. "I have a lot more where these came from…and I want to hear more about a certain vampire we know and love."

Angel smiled at her. "It would be my pleasure."

"Now how come I’m getting worried?" Spike said, looking at his sire.

"I don’t know, Spike," he said, clapping him on the back. "Why would you be?"

Spike closed his eyes, his face a combination of pain and exasperation. The other three in the room laughed at him, then with quick good-byes, left the house.

 

 

Part Three

 

 

"So, what were you and my mom talking about?" Buffy asked as the three supernatural beings walked to Willow and Giles’ house. Willow had been the first, and only, one of the friends to move away from her parents. After high school graduation, she had opted to live in a dorm at Sunnydale College, talking accelerated courses in both computers and mythology. She stayed heavily involved as a Slayerette, working nightly with Giles in the library. It was only a matter of time before the two found themselves growing closer and closer, until one day after a particularly gruesome battle with the demon of the hour, they had professed their love for each other, realizing life was too unpredictable to hesitate. Soon after, they were a steady couple, and when the Rosenberg’s moved to Baltimore, Willow stayed behind and bought a house with the Watcher.

"Art mostly," Angel answered the Slayer. "Nothing that would interest you in the slightest."

"I like art!" Buffy protested.

"You like creating art, not talking about it, pet," Spike said, taking her hand. "Especially not the boring stuff Angel would be discussing. He always had bloody awful taste."

Angel refrained from smacking his childe upside the head. "Very funny coming from a vampire who doesn’t know a Renoir from a Renault."

"Who’s Renault?" Spike asked. Both Angel and Buffy laughed. He glared at them and was about to retort when he heard a loud, female voice call his real name.

"William! Is that you?" Two women he recognized from earlier in the week descended upon him, enveloping the vampire with their enthusiastic hugs. "I told you it was him, Linda. I’d recognize the blond hair and sharp features anywhere."

"Hello, Linda, Jennifer," Spike greeted the two elderly women. He ignored Buffy and Angel’s puzzled glances. "How is Jimmy?"

"Wonderful, thanks to you," Jennifer, the younger of the two said. She turned to his companions. "If it wasn’t for William, our little Jimmy would have died."

"It was nothing…" Spike said, uncomfortably.

"Nothing! The way you ripped the car door off and pulled Jimmy from the flames was purely Arthurian! And then to run him to the hospital, not caring that he was bleeding all over you in order to save his life. You deserve a medal!" Linda said.

"Or maybe a plaque," Jennifer said. "It would read ‘To our Blond Knight, Hero.’"

Spike was not feeling very heroic at that moment. He wanted the Hellmouth to open up and swallow him before he got any more embarrassed. His face felt like it was flaming and was probably red as a beet. It would be a milestone in vampire history - William the Bloody, scourge of Europe, killer of two Slayers blushes.

"If you get a chance, I know Barbara and George want to thank you themselves for saving their son’s life," Linda continued. "They’ll be at the hospital for a few more days, room 257."

He smiled politely. "I’ll see if I can stop by."

"Thank you, William," Jennifer said, hugging him again. "You are a prince."

"I’m sure your mother is very proud of you," Linda said, hugging him as well. "I know I am." The two ladies walked off, chatting about his heroic efforts. Angel and Buffy pounced immediately.

"What was that about?" Buffy asked.

"If I said nothing, would you believe me?" he said.

"Not," she replied.

"This is all your fault, Floppy," he muttered before addressing them. "Earlier in the week I was out and there was a car accident. I rescued the boy, Jimmy, and took him to the infirmary."

"That’s why your clothes were all bloody!" Angel exclaimed. "You hadn’t been hunting humans, but saving one."

"Say it a little louder, you bloody pillock. I don’t think they heard you in LA," Spike snapped, grabbing the sack of party supplies from him and stalking away.

"You thought he was hunting and you didn’t tell me?" Buffy said angrily to Angel, following behind the blond vampire at a slower pace.

"It was after that big fight you to had and I didn’t want to say anything unless I was positive," Angel told her. "Plus, this has been such a full, hectic week I didn’t get the chance to confront him about it. And why are you mad at me? Spike is 100 percent vampire. He has no qualms about killing."

Buffy’s face changed to one of sadness. "I know. I try not to think about it too much. Besides, he hasn’t killed in so long now, I was hoping he had changed."

"He has changed, no questions about that," he replied. "How many vampires do you know who would save a child’s life, let alone one that was bleeding profusely all over him."

"Besides you?" she joked. "None."

"Would you two hurry up," Spike called back to them. "The drinks are getting warm and I bloody hate that. I’m guessing the others do, too."

Buffy rolled her eyes at Angel, causing him to laugh. "He’s your childe," she said.

"Yeah, but you’re marrying him."

"Sure, rub it in."

They arrived at the single story ranch home where an impatient Spike was waiting on the porch. Angel took the bag from him again and went inside, leaving the engaged couple. Buffy stood on her toes and quickly kissed the peroxide blonde’s cheek. "I’m proud of you," she told him softly.

"Yeah, well, don’t let it get around that I’ve gone soft. I like being feared," he said.

She laughed. "You’re secret is safe with me."

 

 

Part Four

 

 

"Happy Birthday, Wills!" Buffy said, hugging her friend. "How does it feel to be legal?"

"The same as it felt yesterday," Willow replied, returning the hug. "Only with presents. Hi, Spike."

"Hello, ducks," he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Where’d the grand poobah go with the liquor?"

"Kitchen," Willow said. Spike nodded and went off to get plastered.

"He’s in a snit because he pulled a Tom Cruise," Buffy said, shrugging at Willow’s look.

"He danced around the house in his boxers?"

Buffy giggled at the picture in her mind. "No, but that would be something I’d like to see. Actually, he saved some kid’s life earlier this week."

"Spike?"

"Yup. My honey’s a bonafied hero. He absolutely hates it."

"Giles is going to have a field day with this bit of news," Willow said. "As it is, his Watcher diaries read like a bad soap opera."

"Gee, thanks," Buffy replied sarcastically. She knew she had a colorful run as the Slayer, as well as the longest one. "Hey, now that you’re twenty-one, are you going to call Giles ‘Rupert’?"

"I like ‘Giles.’ Or ‘Ripper’ when we’re being naughty," she said with a devilish smile.

"And how often is that young lady?" Buffy asked.

"Not enough," she said with a giggle. Xander and Cordelia arrived at that moment, preventing Buffy from pressing for details.

"And how’s my two bestest buds?" Xander said, embracing them. "Will, are you prepared for a birthday spanking?"

"You do it and I’ll cut your hands off and use them as gloves," Cordelia said to Xander before hugging Willow as well. "Happy Birthday, Willow."

"Thanks," the birthday girl replied, giving Buffy a look that said ‘still the same Cordelia.’ "How are you guys? We haven’t seen you at the library in awhile."

"Cordy’s been keeping my busy," Xander said. "First the Country Club Benefit Dinner, then the Country Club Benefit Lunch, the Country Club Benefit Brunch, the Country Club Benefit Breakfast…"

"We get the idea, Xander," Buffy interrupted. "You didn’t miss out on all that much. The only excitement we had happened this week at the high school."

"What happened?" Cordelia asked. "Pretend I care."

"Just some dudes in robes trying to control a demon," the Slayer answered. "The usual."

"Is the school still standing?" Xander said.

"Mostly," she said, smiling. "We only destroyed one classroom and a few ceiling panels where Spike dropped down after the demon exploded."

"Junior was there?" Xander said, incredulously. "Since when did he decide to get a soul?"

"He hasn’t," Buffy replied. "He went along because Angel was there."

"Jealous much?" Cordelia said.

"In a cute way," she answered. "Speaking of cuties, is Oz coming with Amy?"

"They said they’d be here around ten," Willow told her. "Oz had a last minute gig for a friend’s party."

"And how is wolf-boy and our resident witch?" Xander asked.

"Second resident witch, Xander," Willow pointed out.

"I hear good," Buffy responded. "I ran into Amy the other day at work and chatted it up for a few. She finished her LPN and was hired on at the hospital."

"Going to work her mojo on the patients, eh?" Xander said. "I wonder if that’s covered by the insurance."

"Ladies," Angel greeted, coming into the living room from the kitchen, a tray of drinks in hand.

Xander cleared his throat. "Hey, I’m here, too."

"As I said - ladies," Angel teased. Buffy, Willow and Cordelia all held back laughs as they accepted the proffered drinks.

"You’re a riot, deadboy," Xander said. "You should take your act on the road. In fact, why don’t you leave right now?"

"Xander, can it," Buffy said before turning to Angel. "Where’s my worse half?"

"In the kitchen trying to drink Giles under the table," Angel replied. "What the idiot doesn’t know is that Giles is drinking water, not vodka."

"Swell," she said, moving away from the group and to the kitchen. She pushed through the swinging door in time to see Spike slam back a shot of vodka, a nearly empty bottle beside him. Giles sat across from him, a well concealed bottle of water in his lap. "Giles, are you provoking my fiancé?"

"No," Giles replied, smiling at his Slayer. "I’m just keeping him company."

"Neither man nor beast should drink alone, luv," Spike told her. "Unless no one is around, that is." Buffy sighed and moved the vodka out of his reach. "Hey, that’s my bottle. Get your own."

"You can have more later," she said. "Right now we have a birthday party to attend. You have to be social."

"I don’t want to be bloody social," he protested. "I want to drink. Lots."

"Is there any particular reason why Spike is-is attempting intoxication?" Giles asked.

"Do one lousy good deed an’ the whole world thinks you’re a bleedin’ saint," Spike said to the Watcher, the alcohol hitting his system. He had finished a bottle of Jim Beam before moving onto the vodka. "I’m no wanker like the lap dog."

"No, honey, you’re not," Buffy said, patting him on the shoulder.

"That’s right, I’m not," he said, standing. "I’m Spike! William the Bloody! Scourge of Europe! Killer of two Slayers! And I don’t blush!" He stormed out of the room, red shirt flying behind him.

"Don’t ask," Buffy told her Watcher.

"I don’t think I will," Giles replied. "How was patrolling?"

"Boring, as usual," she said. "It must be the heat."

"Yes, vampires tend to-to-to shun the warmer temperatures," Giles said, standing. "Shall we join the others?"

"If I gotta," Buffy whined. Giles shook his head and the two exited the kitchen.

 

 

Epilogue

 

 

Several hours later, Spike had finally stopped telling everyone he wasn’t a softie and the party dissipated. After Buffy had escorted her slightly drunk fiancé home with Angel, she struck up a conversation. "Hey, Angel? I’m not suppose to ask you this, but I’m so curious I should have whiskers."

"You know you can ask me anything," Angel replied.

"Did you like kissing Spike?"

"Woah. That was unexpected," he said, startled. "Did I like kissing Spike? You mean, earlier this week?"

"Yeah," she replied.

"Yes, I did," he told her honestly. "It brought back…interesting memories. Plus, I haven’t kissed anyone in a very long time, male or female, vamp or not."

"Huh," Buffy said.

"You’re not turning into a voyeur on me, are you?" Angel asked.

"Who me? Nah. It was just so unexpected to see you guys playing tonsil hockey, and it brought up a million questions in my mind," she told him. "I wanted to get your side of it. Form a clear picture, and all that jazz. Not that I want to see it again."

"And I wouldn’t want to do it again," Angel said.

"Why? Is Spike too much of a man for you?" she teased. "Think he’d beat you up?"

"I’m more afraid of Willow than him," he scoffed. "He is definitely not the ferocious vampire I used to know and love and then hated."

"I’ll take that as a compliment," Buffy said, smiling brightly.

"You should. You’ve managed to do the impossible."

"And what’s that?"

"Your love turned a demon into a man."

 

 

End