Fic: Assassin Part 4 FRAO
Title: Assassin Part 4
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: frao
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Part Four:
A black private plane lands in LAX. Three GMC SUVs were parked on the runway along with a limo. As the door opened, five heavily armed men make their way down followed by Lindsey and Hamilton.
A man dressed in a black pinstripe suit approaches them.
“The men are ready, sir. We’re just waiting for you and Mr. Hamilton.”
Lindsey nods and walks toward the waiting limo.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Angel and Spike check in almost 5 hours ago and were now talking about the most random things when they heard footsteps followed by an insistent knocking. Spike moved from leaning on Angel’s chest when Angel stopped him. “I’ll get it.”
Spike shrugged as Angel pushed himself off the bed and went to answer the door.
Angel looked back at Spike and admired the way his legs were slightly bent on the knees and how feminine they looked. As his gaze traveled higher, he took the time to admire the creamy skin that stretched across the slender stomach to the perfect breast to the slender neck and the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen.
Another round of insistent knocking roused him out of his gaze and sighed as he went and flung the door open. Seeing the person, or rather, people on the other side, he let out a loud sigh. “Jesus, this day just keeps on getting more fucked up by the hour!”
“Hello to you too, Mr. Morgan! A wonderful day for a stroll, no.” Lindsey said with a wide smile. Five men all dressed in white shirts and black slacks surrounded him.
Angel moved aside to let Lindsey and his goons inside the room. Spike was still sprawled unladylike on the couch when he heard his father’s voice.
Quickly springing off his comfortable sprawl, he enveloped his dad and Hamilton in a huge hug. “Dad! Hammie! I’m so glad you’re both here! I was nearly…”
Angel looked at the scene before him. Lindsey and Hamilton standing side by side while Spike continued to rant about how his trip was and how they actually ended up in a hotel instead of Angel’s apartment. He turned around and went to the balcony. He didn’t want any distractions. He’s thinking of a plan on how to get his perfect revenge.
He now knew why his contact wanted to send him that file. It would contain his newest identity and his target… or more accurately, the one who’s targeting him now. He knew exactly who that person it, but to make it work. He has to trust his contact to give him the essentials he need on how he would extract his revenge.
A slender arm wrapped around his waist, which drew him out of a deep thought. Usually, his initial reaction was to elbow the person behind and throw him forward, but somehow, he knew that it was Spike, and his instincts just screamed at him to turn around and hug back. Angel is a man who trusts his instincts more than he would his eyes, and as it is, he turned and embraced Spike back.
“You’re not beating the shit outta me…” Spike said, almost sullenly if it weren’t for the grin on his face.
“I would, if only your father wasn’t here.” Angel said and tightened his arms around Spike.
Spike lifted his head from where it was nestled on Angel’s neck, “You wouldn’t?!” he said in mock disbelief.
Angel looked down and was instantly mesmerized by the depth of the baby blue eyes. Arching his brow, he said in a serious tone, “Wouldn’t I?” but the image was broken by the smirk that followed shortly after the words left his mouth.
Grinning at each other, they couldn’t help but end up in laughter as they went back inside the room.
Lindsey was on the phone when they got back inside. He was barking orders with a smile which would creep some other people out, but as for them, it was nothing neither new nor creepy. It was just how Lindsey was.
Snapping the phone shut, Lindsey dropped it in his pocket and face Angel and Spike with a wide grin. “I just got off the phone with Mrs. Summers. She said she’s working on sending another team for bomb sweeping and another team for shadowing.”
“I don’t need people shadowing me.” Angel said as he moved towards the couch and plopped down on it.
Spike followed Angel on the couch and dropped down beside him, instantly, Angel’s arms went around his waist as he scooted closer to the assassin. “I don’t think Angel needs the shadows, dad.” Spike told his father as he fiddled with the hem of Angel’s shirt.
Lindsey looked at the two on the couch and heaved out a long suffering sigh. He knew it was wrong to force the shadow on the both of them, but there’s nothing he can do to control his paternal instinct. His instincts are screaming for him to protect his only child. However on the other side of his brain, it’s telling him to relax, since Spike is within good hands.
Hamilton could see the trepidation in Lindsey’s eyes. “Lindsey, I think they can handle themselves well enough. Angel’s an assassin. For all we know, he could kill a person with just a glare.”
Lindsey looked at Hamilton in mock glare, “That’s really comforting, Hammie!!!”
Arching his brow, Angel didn’t know what to make the situation of. He was torn between thinking that maybe too many deaths from the past had made Lindsey a tad unstable or maybe he was high on something. Leaning closer to Spike’s nape, he asked quietly, “Spike, is your dad high or something?”
Chuckling, Spike patted Angel’s leg before calling his father’s attention. “Hey, dad. Stop that… you’re scaring Angel…”
“I’m not scared!” Angel’s indignant retort fell on deaf ears as Spike and Lindsey started yet another verbal disagreement.
~@~
In a dark corner office somewhere in Los Angeles, a woman with her hair up in a bun sat on her reclining chair. All of a sudden, the doors burst open, revealing a blonde in tight fitting clothes.
“Doctor Evita!”
Springing out of her reclining chair, Evita hurriedly flicked the small lamp on her table and pasted a smile on her face. “Master Spike, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Of course not.” Spike said as he made his way closer to Evita’s table. “Should you be expecting me, you would’ve been dressed appropriately and flaunted by four of your co-doctors.”
Spike flicked the light switch on before making his way over to the good doctor’s desk. Sitting himself comfortably on one of the arm chairs, he grinned at the pale doctor and motioned for her to sit down.
“Now listen here, doc. I’m thinking about going through my sexual reassignment. I need you to get some of your doctors up in New York by next week.”
It was dark when Spike returned to the hotel room he and Angel were sharing. After discussing things with his father last night and agreeing that they would stay there for the rest of the week before they relocate to New York. Angel was in the bed room watching television when he heard the door. Getting off the bed, he walked out to the lounge and saw Spike sitting on the couch digging something from his ever present purse.
“What’re ya looking for?”
Spike’s head snapped up and as soon as he saw Angel’s broad chest, he placed on a smile, “Just my pills. I need t start taking the estrogens again.”
Angel arched his brow and walked over to where Spike was. Sitting down next to him, he slouched down and placed one arm behind Spike. “What for?”
“I’m going under another operation.” Spike said with a weak smile.
Angel was baffled. “You’re… gonna have another operation? For what? Another breast augmentation?”
“Sex reassignment.”
Angel was shocked to say the least, “Why?”
Sighing, Spike plopped himself next to Angel. “I just don’t see you being gay, and I thought you might like me better as a girl.”
Angel let out a chuckle. “How can you be sure about that? And you know, for someone with C-cup breasts, you shouldn’t really be plopping like that on any seats…”
Spike looked down on his chest and grinned as made them wiggle. “I can see why.”
Angel moved closer to Spike, placing one arm behind him and playing with the long strands of blonde hair, “Listen, I’m not sure about the two of us, but as to liking you, well, I wouldn’t be sitting here this close to you if I don’t like you even a little bit and as for me being gay, well… let’s just say that I don’t really care about whether my partner has one or two holes.”
Spike moved his head a little higher, staring right onto Angel’s eyes. “I…” then he let out a wise-ass grin, “I had no idea you were such a cheesy boy!”
Angel couldn’t help but laugh at that and pulled the slighter man closer to him. “You’d really do that reassignment thing just for me to like you?”
“Yeah”
“I like you the way you are now… I’ll like you however you are, just as long as you’re you.” Angel said.
They sat like that for what seemed like hours until both of them fell asleep, oblivious to the blinking red light hidden in the leaves of one of the many pots of plants scattered around the room.
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: frao
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Part Four:
A black private plane lands in LAX. Three GMC SUVs were parked on the runway along with a limo. As the door opened, five heavily armed men make their way down followed by Lindsey and Hamilton.
A man dressed in a black pinstripe suit approaches them.
“The men are ready, sir. We’re just waiting for you and Mr. Hamilton.”
Lindsey nods and walks toward the waiting limo.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Angel and Spike check in almost 5 hours ago and were now talking about the most random things when they heard footsteps followed by an insistent knocking. Spike moved from leaning on Angel’s chest when Angel stopped him. “I’ll get it.”
Spike shrugged as Angel pushed himself off the bed and went to answer the door.
Angel looked back at Spike and admired the way his legs were slightly bent on the knees and how feminine they looked. As his gaze traveled higher, he took the time to admire the creamy skin that stretched across the slender stomach to the perfect breast to the slender neck and the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen.
Another round of insistent knocking roused him out of his gaze and sighed as he went and flung the door open. Seeing the person, or rather, people on the other side, he let out a loud sigh. “Jesus, this day just keeps on getting more fucked up by the hour!”
“Hello to you too, Mr. Morgan! A wonderful day for a stroll, no.” Lindsey said with a wide smile. Five men all dressed in white shirts and black slacks surrounded him.
Angel moved aside to let Lindsey and his goons inside the room. Spike was still sprawled unladylike on the couch when he heard his father’s voice.
Quickly springing off his comfortable sprawl, he enveloped his dad and Hamilton in a huge hug. “Dad! Hammie! I’m so glad you’re both here! I was nearly…”
Angel looked at the scene before him. Lindsey and Hamilton standing side by side while Spike continued to rant about how his trip was and how they actually ended up in a hotel instead of Angel’s apartment. He turned around and went to the balcony. He didn’t want any distractions. He’s thinking of a plan on how to get his perfect revenge.
He now knew why his contact wanted to send him that file. It would contain his newest identity and his target… or more accurately, the one who’s targeting him now. He knew exactly who that person it, but to make it work. He has to trust his contact to give him the essentials he need on how he would extract his revenge.
A slender arm wrapped around his waist, which drew him out of a deep thought. Usually, his initial reaction was to elbow the person behind and throw him forward, but somehow, he knew that it was Spike, and his instincts just screamed at him to turn around and hug back. Angel is a man who trusts his instincts more than he would his eyes, and as it is, he turned and embraced Spike back.
“You’re not beating the shit outta me…” Spike said, almost sullenly if it weren’t for the grin on his face.
“I would, if only your father wasn’t here.” Angel said and tightened his arms around Spike.
Spike lifted his head from where it was nestled on Angel’s neck, “You wouldn’t?!” he said in mock disbelief.
Angel looked down and was instantly mesmerized by the depth of the baby blue eyes. Arching his brow, he said in a serious tone, “Wouldn’t I?” but the image was broken by the smirk that followed shortly after the words left his mouth.
Grinning at each other, they couldn’t help but end up in laughter as they went back inside the room.
Lindsey was on the phone when they got back inside. He was barking orders with a smile which would creep some other people out, but as for them, it was nothing neither new nor creepy. It was just how Lindsey was.
Snapping the phone shut, Lindsey dropped it in his pocket and face Angel and Spike with a wide grin. “I just got off the phone with Mrs. Summers. She said she’s working on sending another team for bomb sweeping and another team for shadowing.”
“I don’t need people shadowing me.” Angel said as he moved towards the couch and plopped down on it.
Spike followed Angel on the couch and dropped down beside him, instantly, Angel’s arms went around his waist as he scooted closer to the assassin. “I don’t think Angel needs the shadows, dad.” Spike told his father as he fiddled with the hem of Angel’s shirt.
Lindsey looked at the two on the couch and heaved out a long suffering sigh. He knew it was wrong to force the shadow on the both of them, but there’s nothing he can do to control his paternal instinct. His instincts are screaming for him to protect his only child. However on the other side of his brain, it’s telling him to relax, since Spike is within good hands.
Hamilton could see the trepidation in Lindsey’s eyes. “Lindsey, I think they can handle themselves well enough. Angel’s an assassin. For all we know, he could kill a person with just a glare.”
Lindsey looked at Hamilton in mock glare, “That’s really comforting, Hammie!!!”
Arching his brow, Angel didn’t know what to make the situation of. He was torn between thinking that maybe too many deaths from the past had made Lindsey a tad unstable or maybe he was high on something. Leaning closer to Spike’s nape, he asked quietly, “Spike, is your dad high or something?”
Chuckling, Spike patted Angel’s leg before calling his father’s attention. “Hey, dad. Stop that… you’re scaring Angel…”
“I’m not scared!” Angel’s indignant retort fell on deaf ears as Spike and Lindsey started yet another verbal disagreement.
~@~
In a dark corner office somewhere in Los Angeles, a woman with her hair up in a bun sat on her reclining chair. All of a sudden, the doors burst open, revealing a blonde in tight fitting clothes.
“Doctor Evita!”
Springing out of her reclining chair, Evita hurriedly flicked the small lamp on her table and pasted a smile on her face. “Master Spike, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Of course not.” Spike said as he made his way closer to Evita’s table. “Should you be expecting me, you would’ve been dressed appropriately and flaunted by four of your co-doctors.”
Spike flicked the light switch on before making his way over to the good doctor’s desk. Sitting himself comfortably on one of the arm chairs, he grinned at the pale doctor and motioned for her to sit down.
“Now listen here, doc. I’m thinking about going through my sexual reassignment. I need you to get some of your doctors up in New York by next week.”
It was dark when Spike returned to the hotel room he and Angel were sharing. After discussing things with his father last night and agreeing that they would stay there for the rest of the week before they relocate to New York. Angel was in the bed room watching television when he heard the door. Getting off the bed, he walked out to the lounge and saw Spike sitting on the couch digging something from his ever present purse.
“What’re ya looking for?”
Spike’s head snapped up and as soon as he saw Angel’s broad chest, he placed on a smile, “Just my pills. I need t start taking the estrogens again.”
Angel arched his brow and walked over to where Spike was. Sitting down next to him, he slouched down and placed one arm behind Spike. “What for?”
“I’m going under another operation.” Spike said with a weak smile.
Angel was baffled. “You’re… gonna have another operation? For what? Another breast augmentation?”
“Sex reassignment.”
Angel was shocked to say the least, “Why?”
Sighing, Spike plopped himself next to Angel. “I just don’t see you being gay, and I thought you might like me better as a girl.”
Angel let out a chuckle. “How can you be sure about that? And you know, for someone with C-cup breasts, you shouldn’t really be plopping like that on any seats…”
Spike looked down on his chest and grinned as made them wiggle. “I can see why.”
Angel moved closer to Spike, placing one arm behind him and playing with the long strands of blonde hair, “Listen, I’m not sure about the two of us, but as to liking you, well, I wouldn’t be sitting here this close to you if I don’t like you even a little bit and as for me being gay, well… let’s just say that I don’t really care about whether my partner has one or two holes.”
Spike moved his head a little higher, staring right onto Angel’s eyes. “I…” then he let out a wise-ass grin, “I had no idea you were such a cheesy boy!”
Angel couldn’t help but laugh at that and pulled the slighter man closer to him. “You’d really do that reassignment thing just for me to like you?”
“Yeah”
“I like you the way you are now… I’ll like you however you are, just as long as you’re you.” Angel said.
They sat like that for what seemed like hours until both of them fell asleep, oblivious to the blinking red light hidden in the leaves of one of the many pots of plants scattered around the room.