Connecting
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lady_windermereTitle: - Connecting..
Author woman_of_
Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maleslashmini’s and soft_princess.
Word Count 781
Pairing required Spike/Wesley
Prompts wanted Wesley Hurt, Spike Comforting and dirty laundry.
Rating PG15.
Setting about season 5 ats, just after Spike becomes corporeal again.
Disclaimer, All Joss et al and ME with fox, they make the money not me!
Summary Spike becomes Corporeal again, Wesley gets hurt.
After the light show that brought Spike back to being a real boy, the gang all stood about waiting for the follow up. When all that happened was Spike checking he had come back in one piece, Angel stepped in.
“Spike do something about the clothes! You smell of ash and burned flesh.” Angel stated angry.
“Oh and how to you expect me to do that, Peaches. Didn’t come with any luggage.” Was Spike’s angry retort.
“Harmony, take some money out of petty cash and get Spike some flesh clean clothes. Get the duster dry cleaned as well.” Angel ordered.
“But boss, its daylight! How can I do that?” Harmony squeaked.
“Give instructions to one of the other girls, just get it done.” Angel glared at his PA.
“Thanks poof, but I could manage to buy my own clothes, just give me the money! And the viper keys while you are at it.” Spike smirked.
“There is no way you are leaving this building until I find out what is going on here. I want you in the medical centre, getting checked out.” Angel retorted.
“Angel if I may interrupt, this seems mystical rather than medical. Perhaps I should…” Wesley broke off at the look on Angel’s face.
“Check both out. Medical, mystical and scientific, just get me answers about what is going on here.” Angel demanded.
All took their leave, Fred heading towards her science lab, while Wesley went with Spike to the medical lab.
The technicians gave Spike lots of blood, to prepare him for their test, while Wesley over saw the mystical side of things. Spike was in a private room, being pampered by the nurses. Within 2 hours three complete outfits for Spike were delivered, and his own clothes taken for tests as well. Having showered and dressed, Spike sat and glowered at the staff, threatening dire warning of his actions if anything happened to his duster.
As everyone worked hard at trying to find out what happened to Spike and the possible results from his newly acquired status as a real solid vampire again, Angel called Wesley to his office. Angel had found out about a vicious nest of vampires but their leader practiced black magic, Angel was going to need Wesley’s help to take them out.
Spike was becoming bored it the medical wing, he had flirted with the doctors and nurses, both male and female, ate all the blood he could handle, slept; now he wanted to let off steam. As he got up to explore his surroundings, Angel appeared with Wesley. One of the vampires had attacked Wesley as he was engaged in counter acting the magic the master vampire had used. Wesley held his arm to his chest, from which blood was pouring, and had a nasty gash on his chest; it looked like he had been clawed by the talons of one of the vampires.
“Bloody Hell, Angel, can’t you look after your own.” Spike accused as he lifted the injured man, and took him into the room next to his own.
Angel stood stunned, watching Spike carry Wesley, without a word he went to get medical help, still glaring at Spike’s retreating back.
Spike made Wesley comfortable, as the doctor arrived. Making a complete check up of Wesley, the doctor cleaned the wounds, and applied some bandages. He stated that the wounds would hurt like hell, but where not dangerous, after a good nights sleep, Wesley should be fine.
“Anything you need Wesley?” Spike asked.
“Someone to talk to, not feeling sleepy.” Wesley answered.
“Neither am I, so I am all ready to talk. Famed for it indeed.” Spike replied.
As Spike and Wesley talked, Wesley with his enquiring mind wanted Spike to tell him everything about getting his soul. Spike told him all about his quest, and the demon who gave him the soul, as Wesley’s eyelids drooped. Spike made to leave, when Wesley put his hand on Spike’s.
“Kiss me; I want to feel a connection to someone. Since I came here I have not felt connected. I thought with all these resources I could do some good, but the longer I am here, the more it feels I am battling a losing fight.” Wesley’s eyes locked on Spike’s.
Spike reached down, and covered Wesley’s lips with his own, feeling the human’s warmth, Spike slowly deepened the kiss, firming his lips. Wesley closed his eyes, and returned the pressure, slowly opening his mouth, Wesley felt Spike’s tongue slip in. They played with each other exploring the tender sensitive tissues. Spike felt Wesley’s head move, and moved away. Wesley slept; on his face was a peaceful and contented smile.
Author woman_of_
Written for
maleslashmini’s and soft_princess. Word Count 781
Pairing required Spike/Wesley
Prompts wanted Wesley Hurt, Spike Comforting and dirty laundry.
Rating PG15.
Setting about season 5 ats, just after Spike becomes corporeal again.
Disclaimer, All Joss et al and ME with fox, they make the money not me!
Summary Spike becomes Corporeal again, Wesley gets hurt.
After the light show that brought Spike back to being a real boy, the gang all stood about waiting for the follow up. When all that happened was Spike checking he had come back in one piece, Angel stepped in.
“Spike do something about the clothes! You smell of ash and burned flesh.” Angel stated angry.
“Oh and how to you expect me to do that, Peaches. Didn’t come with any luggage.” Was Spike’s angry retort.
“Harmony, take some money out of petty cash and get Spike some flesh clean clothes. Get the duster dry cleaned as well.” Angel ordered.
“But boss, its daylight! How can I do that?” Harmony squeaked.
“Give instructions to one of the other girls, just get it done.” Angel glared at his PA.
“Thanks poof, but I could manage to buy my own clothes, just give me the money! And the viper keys while you are at it.” Spike smirked.
“There is no way you are leaving this building until I find out what is going on here. I want you in the medical centre, getting checked out.” Angel retorted.
“Angel if I may interrupt, this seems mystical rather than medical. Perhaps I should…” Wesley broke off at the look on Angel’s face.
“Check both out. Medical, mystical and scientific, just get me answers about what is going on here.” Angel demanded.
All took their leave, Fred heading towards her science lab, while Wesley went with Spike to the medical lab.
The technicians gave Spike lots of blood, to prepare him for their test, while Wesley over saw the mystical side of things. Spike was in a private room, being pampered by the nurses. Within 2 hours three complete outfits for Spike were delivered, and his own clothes taken for tests as well. Having showered and dressed, Spike sat and glowered at the staff, threatening dire warning of his actions if anything happened to his duster.
As everyone worked hard at trying to find out what happened to Spike and the possible results from his newly acquired status as a real solid vampire again, Angel called Wesley to his office. Angel had found out about a vicious nest of vampires but their leader practiced black magic, Angel was going to need Wesley’s help to take them out.
Spike was becoming bored it the medical wing, he had flirted with the doctors and nurses, both male and female, ate all the blood he could handle, slept; now he wanted to let off steam. As he got up to explore his surroundings, Angel appeared with Wesley. One of the vampires had attacked Wesley as he was engaged in counter acting the magic the master vampire had used. Wesley held his arm to his chest, from which blood was pouring, and had a nasty gash on his chest; it looked like he had been clawed by the talons of one of the vampires.
“Bloody Hell, Angel, can’t you look after your own.” Spike accused as he lifted the injured man, and took him into the room next to his own.
Angel stood stunned, watching Spike carry Wesley, without a word he went to get medical help, still glaring at Spike’s retreating back.
Spike made Wesley comfortable, as the doctor arrived. Making a complete check up of Wesley, the doctor cleaned the wounds, and applied some bandages. He stated that the wounds would hurt like hell, but where not dangerous, after a good nights sleep, Wesley should be fine.
“Anything you need Wesley?” Spike asked.
“Someone to talk to, not feeling sleepy.” Wesley answered.
“Neither am I, so I am all ready to talk. Famed for it indeed.” Spike replied.
As Spike and Wesley talked, Wesley with his enquiring mind wanted Spike to tell him everything about getting his soul. Spike told him all about his quest, and the demon who gave him the soul, as Wesley’s eyelids drooped. Spike made to leave, when Wesley put his hand on Spike’s.
“Kiss me; I want to feel a connection to someone. Since I came here I have not felt connected. I thought with all these resources I could do some good, but the longer I am here, the more it feels I am battling a losing fight.” Wesley’s eyes locked on Spike’s.
Spike reached down, and covered Wesley’s lips with his own, feeling the human’s warmth, Spike slowly deepened the kiss, firming his lips. Wesley closed his eyes, and returned the pressure, slowly opening his mouth, Wesley felt Spike’s tongue slip in. They played with each other exploring the tender sensitive tissues. Spike felt Wesley’s head move, and moved away. Wesley slept; on his face was a peaceful and contented smile.
