Title: The Assassin 1/3
Author: A.Aurelius
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Spangel (Angel/Spike)
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.... and M.E.
Note: AU, Transgender (Lets pretend trans-woman can cum, okay?)
Summary: A peek in an assassin's life.
Part One
Name: Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan
Sex: Male
Age: -unknown-
Occupation: Hired Assassin
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: gunshot wound to the right shoulder (10 years ago), fractured right 3rd and 4th rib (7 years ago), gunshot wound to the sides (5 years ago)
Name: William ‘Spike’ McDonald
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Occupation: N/A
Martial Status: Single
Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Medical History: Breast implants (6 years ago), fractured forearm (5 years ago)
Liam ‘Angelus’ Morgan, known as the Angel of Death by the drug king pins, sat in his fourth apartment in Los Angeles, watching Sunday morning news when a knock came.
Sighing heavily, he got up from the couch and grudgingly moved towards the door and flung it open. "What do you want?" he snarled, but when he saw a woman standing there, he arched his brow and asked again, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"And a good morning to you too, Luv." the woman said sarcastically.
Crossing his arms over his naked chest, Angel looked at her from head to toe, assessing if she was any threat, but instead of assessing whether she was a threat or not, he was drawn to her outfit. She had on a shiny black corset with a long black leather duster, a shiny leather mini-skirt, and to top off the look, black fishnet stockings and shiny leather footwear only in the form of impossibly high heeled boots.
Before he could think whether he should or shouldn't say it, it came out. "I'm not interested in hookers."
This time, it was the woman's turn to arch her brow. "I'm not a bloody hooker, Luv."
"Uhm..."
"Are you Liam 'Angelus' Morgan?" The woman in leather asked.
Angel nodded then said, "I'm called either as Liam or Angel. I'm not called Angelus anymore."
"Aren't you goin' ta invite me in, big guy?" The woman placed her hand on her hip. And that's when Angel noticed something odd about her. They say that a person's hand could tell so much about them, especially their sex, and even though this is something that Angel doubted, he couldn’t help but associate the lady’s hand to a mans.
Looking back onto the woman's face, Angel couldn't see anything odd looking aside from the high cheekbones and the long lashes and the bluest blue eyes that he ever saw.
"You know.... we could play stare and scare inside, instead of me stand out here and actually feel like a whore."
"Oh, sorry. Come in." Angel moved and let her in. “Ugh... sit on the couch, I'll be back, I'll just get some shirt on." And with that, Angel left her and went into his bedroom.
When he came out, he found her sprawled on the couch; her legs spread wide open. "Should I know you?" he asked as he sat down on the armchair to the side of the couch. “Cause I don’t seem to remember knowing someone like you.” His gaze traveled the expanse of the fleshy and milky inner thighs then caught himself and then looked at her face expectantly.
“I’m known as Spike.”
“I’d introduce myself, but I got a feeling that it’ll be… moot.” Angel offered.
Spike snorted.
Angel arched his brow. “You know, for someone as pretty as you, you shouldn’t be snorting…”
Crossing her legs, Spike smirked at Angel, “Why, does it turn you off?”
“If I were turned on, I would definitely be turned off.” Angel said as he leaned forward. He noticed her staring at his biceps. “What? You like tattoos?”
Spike licked her lips and wiggled her brows. “Yeah, I love them.”
Angel shook his head and leaned back, “So, mind telling me why you were looking for me? And how did you knew where to find me?”
Spike crossed her arms over her chest, if she raised her arms a little more; Angel thought her breasts might spill over. “Aren’tcha gonna offer me a drink first, honey?” Spike drawled out.
Sighing for the second time that day, he moved to stand but was quick to deflect the blow that was aimed on the back of his neck. Quickly getting Spike immobilized, Angel fished out a pair of cuffs from behind the cushions on his couch and cuffed Spike then threw her on the couch.
Wiggling to get to a more comfortable position, Spike arched her brow when Angel moved close to her and asked in a menacing tone, “Who sent you?”
Spike merely grinned before answering through gritted teeth, “I wasn’t sent by anyone.”
Slapping her hard across the face, Angel asked again. “Who sent you after me?”
“I told ya, Luv. I wasn’t sent here by anyone.” Spike said as she smiled sweetly.
When Angel was poised to hit her again, she quickly added, “I paid 5 million to one of your associates to tell me your current location.”
“Fuck!” Angel yelled. ‘I gotta get out of this place. They must be surrounding me right now. FUCK!’
Spike knew that look in Angel’s eyes; after all, she didn’t spend billions on finding information about the man that saved her when she was little. “I’m not here to kill you; I’ll leave the killing to you.”
“What are you talking about?” Angel asked as he looked directly into Spike’s eyes.
Winking at Angel, Spike said cheekily, “I know that look of yours; you’re planning the easiest way out of here without getting noticed or alerting anyone.”
Angel was impressed, whoever this Spike is, and she’s done her homework on him right down to the tiniest details. “Okay, so, what do you plan on doing to me then?”
Spike grinned. Before Angel could ask another question, Spike talked. “When I was younger, about 4 years of age, I was held hostage by an assassin. He was a good assassin but he was very unskilled when it came to one-on-one face offs. He got scared took the nearest person possible, that was me, and held me against his chest and aimed his .45 caliber to my head and told my dad he’s going to kill me if the others didn’t put down their guns. Then he got us out on the rooftop of Wolfram and Hart and we were on the edge of the building. He was threatening to jump and was planning to take me along for the ride down to the pavement.”
“Right, and what has this got to do with me?” Angel asked as he sat down on the other end of the couch.
“If you’ll let me continue...” Spike arched her brow at him.
Angel motioned for her to continue and leaned back.
“Right. Then out of nowhere, a young man dressed in tight leather pants and a black muscle shirt appeared a few feet away from us. He told the dumb ass to come to him and then coaxed him to set me down and to take him instead. Then when the idiot did, that young man produced a dragon-handled dagger and stabbed my assailant right in the eye. Then he said, ‘Do not mess with my meetings.’ And since then, I’ve been wasting millions in search for this person.”
Angel remembers this. He was on his first meeting as a hired gun man. He hasn’t made a name for himself yet, and he was still young and reckless. He remembers Mister McDonald telling him off on how he could’ve easily been shot if the hostage taker was paranoid enough. He remembers the clear blue eyes of the kid that looked up to him and opened up both arms to be lifted. And suddenly, it clicked to him, this girl was that kid.
Spike saw the realization in Angel’s face, then smiled to herself. “Well, now that you remember, mind un-cuffing me?”
Angel snapped back to reality when he heard her voice, arching a brow he asked, “You attacked me, what assurance do I have that you wont make a move on me again when I un-cuff you?”
“Good point.” Spike said as she uncrossed her legs.
Angel found himself staring at the pale flesh that wasn’t concealed by either the boots or the really short skirt.
“You’ve been staring at me legs for a long time now.” Spike said as she spread her legs wider, “Are you up to going down on me?”
Angel was stunned to say the least. He never expected this kind of behavior if he was going to base her on what he remembers about the little girl that he saved. He shook his head and stood up. Grabbing the keys out of his pocket, he urges her to lean forward so he could undo the lock.
When Spike’s wrists were free, she grabs Angel by the neck and pulls him to her hard. Wrapping both legs around him, she locks on her tight hold. “I don’t really fancy getting restricted. I prefer it if I’m doing the restriction.”
With him on top, Angel held most of his weight on his arms to avoid crushing the girl beneath him. She leaned up and took his lips in a soft kiss. Angel’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he leaned down into the kiss, taking her deeper.
Angel was aware of the phone ringing, but on the back of his mind, a voice told him that if he let this go, it might not happen again. But Angel’s professional side forced him to pull away from the kiss and grab the phone off its base and put it on his ears earning a loud breathy sigh from his companion.
‘Hello?’
/Liam, I have a new assignment for you. /
‘What and where?’
/Too confidential. I’ll send them to you tomorrow morning. /
Before Angel could respond, the other end of the line was cut off and all he could hear was the dial tone. He was sure that there was a good reason holed up in his mind, but as soon as a strong hand grabbed his crotch, all thought flew out the window. Leaning down and mashing their lips together once again, Angel used his one hand of grab purchase of her slender hips.
As air became an issue for both, Angel started nipping down her neck to her cleavage, leaving a hickey on her left chest; Angel moved up and latched onto her lips again. Spike’s legs wrapped around his waist again and she could feel Angel’s impressive manhood digging a hole through her. But she knew that if she’s going to make this work, they shouldn’t be having sex right this moment… maybe later.
With that in mind, Spike stopped moving and held Angel’s head between her hands. “Angel, wait! I think you need to know something.”
But before Spike could say anything, the windows overlooking city burst in and 2 men dressed in an all-black outfit with ski mask rammed inside and attacked. Before he could process completely what was happening, Spike was up from her spot and was already battling one of the heavily armed men as Angel took care of the other. A good right hook sent one assailant back on the couch, knocked out cold.
Angel grabbed the assailant from behind snapped his neck “Gotta say, I’m impressed you held up this long with those heels.” Angel chuckled as Spike nearly tripped back when she stepped onto the intruder’s hand.
Spike grinned, “Believe it or not, I don’t usually wear high heels.”
“Coulda fooled me.” Angel retorted as he crouched over the man and felt their pockets for some kind of identification. When he didn’t find any on one, he moved to the other. Standing up, he looked at his broken window and let out a sigh. “Damnit, I just had those cleaned.” Then realization hit, “I’ve been burned! AGAIN!”
Spike watched as Angel meticulously ran through every pocket there is on the dead men and murmur to himself about useless associates and whatnot. “Luv, kindly point me in the direction where we can dispose these two dumb lunks...”
Angel looked at Spike, “Garbage shoot, down the hall. You can drag them there. I own the whole floor, nobody’ll see us.”
Angel was stunned when Spike, in ridiculously high heels, dropped down to her knees and finished off the intruder whom she knocked out with her right hook. His jaw turned slack and he just couldn’t believe it. And it was what Spike saw when she turned around. “We could’ve used that guy to get information…”
Arching her brow, Spike tutt-ed before asking, “Well, are you going to watch my ass or are we gonna drag these damn things into the garbage shoot?”
Snapping his jaw shut, Angel grabbed the other dead body’s legs while his companion did the same and they both dragged them to the garbage shoot. He couldn’t believe someone that slender could drag a dead weight like that effortlessly. Maybe she’s like… the chick in Dark Angel. Na, couldn’t be…
“Bloody Bugger!” Spike cried out indignantly, “I broke me bloody fucking nail!”
Angel had just closed the shoot when he heard Spike yell. Frowning, he moved closer to her and grabbed her hand to look at her nails. Well, this definitely looks like a man’s hand. “It’s not bleeding.” Angel said.
“I never said it was.” Was all Spike said as she pulled her hand away from Angel. “You know, I remember telling you before that I needed to tell you something.” She looked expectantly at the man before her.
“Uhm… yeah. About that… why don’t we go back inside?” Angel said as he turned around and started towards his apartment.
Once inside the apartment, Spike told Angel that ever since that fateful afternoon, she decided that once she’s old enough, she’s going to find him. Angel was shocked, now that he’s thinking about that afternoon; he realized that the little kid was a boy. And the person in front of him is a woman.
“Wait! You said you were that little kid, right?” Angel said as he looked at Spike again, this time, really looking at her. Her arms are slender, like a woman’s, her hands though are kinda bony, and looks a little too big for her lithe body. Her jaw was, admittedly, a little too defined, but when you look at her as a whole, she doesn’t really look like a guy at all.
“Yeah, I am.” Spike answered without blinking. She looked at Angel’s body language and could tell that he was still tense, it was either, from the fight a few minutes ago or her, but she’s putting the bet on the latter.
“B-but… that kid was a boy!” Angel stated all too quickly.
“Well…” Spike took a deep breath as she tells this story once again.
Part Two
A four-year-old boy sat on the bed watching his father pace around the room with a Mickey Mouse puppet on his left hand while in his right was a cell phone. They were playing merely a few minutes ago, when Daddy’s cell phone rang and then after a few seconds, he got up and paced around the room. William didn’t know what was wrong.
By the time Lindsey was finished talking, he wanted nothing more than to kill something. He’s seeing red all over, but a tiny voice melted all his frustration and anger in him. “Daddy? Are you gon tell me a stowy?”
Lindsey looked at his four-year-old angel. He is his life. He smiled warmly at his little boy and walked over to sit next to him. Leaning back, William followed and rested his head on his father’s chest. “What stowy are ya gon tell me daddy?”
Lindsey couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll tell you a story if you promise to tell me the truth about something I’m going to ask you. Ok?”
William looked up at his father’s brown eyes. Nodding, he snuggled closer to his dad.
“This afternoon… were you… tell me how you felt.” Lindsey said, he didn’t want his son to relive such a traumatic experience, but the shirk that called him a while ago said that it was important to know how the child felt and what his current state of mind is so they can prepare to whatever it was that would happen.
William looked up once again at his father’s face, but this time with a wide smile. “I was scared at first, but Angelus saved me, told me I don’t have to be scared. I have a guardian angel daddy. Do ev’wy little boy have one?”
Lindsey didn’t know what to say, in his field of work and experiences, money is what watches your back, and it’s what keeps you safe. He didn’t know whether to be brutally honest with his son, or should be just indulge the boy. “My little boy is always protected.” Lindsey just said.
Smiling broadly at his father, William promised, “When I gwow up daddy, I’m going to look for Angelus and he and I will be together fowever.”
Lindsey could cry right now. He knows the life span of hired killers. They’re what the society call ‘expendable’. They’re not classified as human beings, they’re classified as weapons. Some hired guns are trained to be hired guns and thus aren’t given the chance to have an actual life aside from eliminating their targets and taking up whatever persona is required. Some are fortunate that they’re good enough to live through their thirties, but aren’t so lucky.
~@~
12 years later, the persona Spike was born. He was known as a brutal boy. He doesn’t have qualms on who he is facing or what he has to do to get what he wants. He grew up a spoiled little king by father, Lindsey McDonald. But when he is face to face with his father, the sweet little boy, William still resurfaces. Regardless, his father knows all of his mischievous activities. And his father also knows he’s gay, and although he’s a homosexual, he’s as tough as a man can be and at times, he could be as emotional as a pregnant woman.
“Spike,” Hamilton said in greeting as he entered Spike’s room, “your father wants to have a word with you in the conference room.”
Spike looked up from the magazine he was flipping, his platinum blonde hair framing his face, making him look more like a girl than a boy. It has been 2 years since he had a haircut and he prefers to have his hair long. Nodding, he flung the magazine aside and stood up, following Hamilton into the conference room.
“Hey dad.” Spike said as he entered the room.
Lindsey was leaning back on the chair and was reading a thick file. Looking up from what he was reading, he gave his son a small smile then asked him to sit down. When Spike was seated, Lindsey put the file down. “You know I never kept anything from you, right?”
“Of course.” Spike answered, then looking at his father with a curious expression, he asked, “What’s it about, dad?”
“It’s about Angel.”
With the tone of his father’s voice, Spike’s world came crashing down. “Wh-what happened to him?”
Lindsey couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a hearty laugh. “Oh my god, Will. You should’ve seen your face!”
Still laughing, Lindsey sobered up when he noticed his son still looking shocked. “Will…. Hey kid, I was just kidding… Nothing happened to him. He’s still alive. Although I don’t really know where he is right now, but I’m guessing you’ll find out soon enough.”
Lindsey doesn’t have any objections to his son’s sexuality. William was fourteen years of age when he came out to his father about being gay. Lindsey knew this even before his son’s confession, thus, smiled warmly at the young boy, and asked him if he wanted to know about “the bees and more bees”, which in turn, made William swore and both wound up laughing.
Since Lindsey was open about anything and everything, after a night of seeing strippers doing lap dances and being smothered by artificial breasts, he came home to his penthouse and saw his son on the sofa watching television. He asked William if he wanted to go out and have a drink with dear ol’ dad. William agreed and was shell shocked when they ended up in a nightclub where it seemed like every corner had two people fucking each other. William looked at his father and arched his brow. Lindsey’s only respond was, “I was smothered by boobs all day… I want a change in scenery.”
~@~
A year later, Spike has found about Wesley and paid him five million to update him whenever Angel moves from one location to another. There was a time then when Angel went into a private estate, and that was when Spike saw what Angel preferred. Knowing he was falling ridiculously in love with someone who doesn’t even know him, he decided that he’d have a chance if he tried on a different persona. He could always change his appearance. His father could afford it and would definitely support him.
With that thought in mind, Spike made an appointment with a widely known doctor and talked about the surgery. Two days later, after taking test after test to make sure he was fit for the operation, Spike was finally in the hospital gown and was awaiting his time to go under the knife.
Lindsey was beside him and they were talking about things that have been happening in his father’s office and Spike could see his dad was really nervous.
“Dad, don’t worry. I’m going to be fine. Although you’re going to have someone akin to a daughter after this, but I’m going to be fine.” Spike assured his dad.
“I’m not worried if I’m going to have a daughter or son… I’m worried about you getting any infection or something else.” Lindsey let out a small nervous chuckle.
~1 Year, 8 Months Later~
At the airport, a girl with medium length blonde hair sat reading a magazine while waiting for her flight. She had on a black leather duster a shiny black leather corset that lifts up her breast even more, and a pair of side laced leather pants finished with leather boots. She was surrounded by 4 heavily muscled men, although they were dressed in casual clothing, their job description was still obvious. They were her bodyguards.
Two airport officials escorted Hamilton as he approached the young woman. Leaning down, he told her in a hush voice, “You’re flight’s boarding.”
The woman nodded and stood up. She headed towards the gate where she was supposed to go and immediately, her human bubble was in place. Inside the place, she was seated by the window while four men were seated on the middle isle.
A man sporting a sly grin sat next to her. “Hey babe, traveling alone?”
Sparing the man a look, the woman pulled her shades off and arched her brow. “You talkin’ ta me?”
The man was shocked to hear a purely male voice. His jaw was still hanging when one of her bodyguards hauled him off and away from her.
“Spike, you alright?” Ronnie, one of the bodyguards asked her.
Putting back the shades on, Spike looked at him with a smile then nodded. The rest of the flight remained uneventful because Ronnie sat next to Spike after threatening the man that was originally seated next to her.
“We shall be arriving at LAX shortly, please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated for the rest of the flight.” A voice announced.
‘Here goes. Wish me luck, dad.’ Spike mumbled to himself as he looked at the lights below the plane.
Part Three
Angel looked at the person before him with trepidation. He still wasn’t sure whether he should believe what he… she… whatever… was saying. He wasn’t even sure if he could believe it.
Spike looked at Angel and noticed the man’s anxiety. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Angel shook his head, no, and then added hysterically, “I don’t even know if I should call you a he or a she!”
Spike smiled sadly, “Technically, I’m still a male… I only had breast augmentation.”
Angel looked at Spike. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s currently confused and frankly, lost. “What do you want? I’m not really getting why you’re doing this.”
“To get to you.” Spike replied casually as she draped himself over the sofa, his skirt riding higher and showing that he had a lacy black thong, and that’s when Angel saw the proof of Spike’s masculinity.
“You really are a boy!” Angel said, his eyes glued to Spike’s crotch.
Spike let out a sly grin. “That makes you gay, then?”
Snapping out of his daze, Angel asked incredulously, “What makes you think that?”
“You were feeling me up really heavy before the commandos broke in.”
Angel was speechless.
New York, Wolfram and Hart NY branch
Lindsey was behind his desk when Marcus came in. Lindsey looked up from the paperwork he’s been fawning over and let out a wide grin. “Hammie!” Lindsey pushed away from the desk with vigor and skipped happily towards the man.
Hamilton couldn’t suppress a smile that came with the thought that Lindsey only showed him this kind of excitement. “Mister McDonald.” He nodded, feigning ignorance.
Lindsey stopped a couple of inches away from the tall man and pouted, “Now, that’s not funny, Hammie.”
Letting out a small chuckle, Hamilton pulled Lindsey into a hug. “C’mon, let’s head up to the penthouse, you’re done for the day.”
Angel’s Apartment, Los Angeles
After a few tense moments, Spike watched Angel’s face and filed away each facial expression he made. Smirking, he stood up and said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay here now, what do ya say, we head to my other apartment?”
Angel looked up at the person looming over him and then smiled. “What? We’re gonna continue what we started earlier?”
Spike just smirked and walked towards the bedroom. Angel followed and shut the door, not bothering with the lock. He made a beeline towards his closet and pulled out a suitcase and a duffle bag. Throwing them on the bed, he walked back to his closet and grabbed his clothes and suits. He laid the suits carefully in the bottom of the suitcase then just threw in the rest. Next, he went down on all fours and dragged another suitcase from underneath the bed. Heading to his drawers next, he gathered everything there and chucked them in the duffle bag before throwing in his, what Spike assumed to be, shaving kit. His next move was to get the safe from the bottom on his nightstand. Opening it, he took his knife and placed it on his boots.
“So, what now?” Angel said as he flopped down next to Spike on the bed and disdainfully looked around. “I just had this place cleaned!” he whined, which earned him a snicker from his companion.
Looking at Spike with a mock annoyance, “I’ll have you know, I love my place clean.”
Spike looked at Angel from head to toe and let out grunt. “Right… have you noticed that you still have blood on your shirt and your lip is busted? Need I mention your shirt is torn in several places?”
Angel’s expression darkened. His eyebrows drew in together and immediately, his hand flew to his busted lip. Wincing as he touched them. He didn’t even feel that before. Once he gets his hands on whoever sent those stupid fucks to his home, he is making sure that they suffer greatly for ruining one of his favorite places.
Angel was still imagining the different types of torture he could bring upon those who sent those men to his place when he felt a hand rub his thigh enticingly. “Luv, enough fantasizing about bloodshed, we’d best be going before another team comes. I’m thinking… Beverly Wilshire Hotel will be best.”
Angel arched a brow at Spike and added stupidly, “To fuck?”
Spike burst out laughing, which in turn, made Angel laugh too. A couple of minutes passed, yet both were still laughing and clutching their midsections.
Wolfram and Hart Offices
A busty blonde-haired woman busted through the office doors. “Mr. McDonald! Mr. Morgan’s apartment was ambushed!”
Lindsey calmly stood up from behind his desk and picked up the phone. “Marcus, we need to fly to Los Angeles right now. Bring the cavalry.”
A black private plane lands in LAX. Three black SUVs were parked on the runway along with a limo. As the door opened, five heavily armed men made 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 checked 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 her. “I’ll get it.”
Spike shrugged as Angel pushed off the bed and went to answer the door.
Angel looked back at Spike and admired the way her 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.
Part Four
Angel moved aside to let Lindsey and his bodyguards inside the room. Spike was still sprawled unladylike on the bed when she heard her father’s voice.
Quickly springing off her comfortable sprawl, she enveloped her 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 her trip was and how they actually ended up in a hotel instead of Angel’s apartment, arms flailing around. He turned around and went to the balcony. He didn’t want any distractions. He’s thinking of a plan on how to get rid of that person hunting him.
He now has an idea on what the new file is about. It would contain a new identity and his target… or more accurately, the one who’s targeting him. He has a vague idea on who that person is, but to make it work, he has to trust his contact to give him the essential information he may need and then, only then, would he plan on how he would exact his revenge.
A slender arm wrapped around his waist, drawing him out of his deep thought. Usually, his initial reaction was to elbow the person behind and flung them over his shoulder, but somehow, 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.
“Impressive control of muscle memory, Luv. I woulda expected you to elbow me, at least.” Spike said, almost sullenly if it weren’t for the grin on her 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 calm giving orders with a smile, which would creep some other people out, but as for them, it was nothing new. 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 her waist as she scooted closer to the assassin. “I don’t think Angel needs them, dad.” Spike told her father as she 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 security team 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 bout of 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 her way over to the good doctor’s desk. Sitting herself comfortably on one of the armchairs, she 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 she and Angel were sharing. After discussing things with her 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 bedroom 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 her ever present purse.
“What’re ya looking for?”
Spike’s head snapped up and as soon as he saw Angel’s broad chest, she put on a smile, “Just my pills. I need ta start taking the estrogens again.”
Angel arched his brow and walked over to where Spike was. Sitting down next to her, 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 herself next to Angel. “I just don’t see you being with a guy, and I thought you might like it better, if I were an actual 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 her 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 or whether they’re a he or a she.”
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! But seriously though, I’m still going through with it. I mean, yeah, I like the dick an’ all… but I just… I can’t explain. I feel like I’m in the wrong body. Sure, I had them tits for you, but I don’t know… I’m just… I’d really rather be a girl, you know… down there.”
Angel couldn’t help but laugh at that and pulled the slighter man closer to him. “Hmm, how long will that take?”
“Well, a year before I can… you know… have some fun on it, but I’ll be okay to move ‘round after a coupla weeks, I think.”
“Well, 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.
Part Five
Evita looked around the room nervously, there was little she could do with Mr. McDonald sitting calmly and looking even more dangerous every second that passed. She nearly jumped out of her chair when his phone rang, killing the silence with the loud booming of the song ‘Nancy Boy’ by Placebo.
“Sorry about that, Spike’s the one who chose this tone.” Lindsey said with a huge grin on his face as he flipped open his phone and stared at it long and hard. “Hmmm… I’m sorry again, I gotta take this call.”
Evita only nodded and as soon as Lindsey turned sideways, she let out a breath she wasn’t even consciously holding. Watching Lindsey on the phone with his only son was a sight to behold. The way that his eyes would crinkle at the sides, or the way he would laugh carelessly or his demeanor. It’s as though he was just another normal CEO and not some lunatic. But Evita owes Lindsey a lot. If it wasn’t for him, she would’ve been sold along with the kids who her parents sold to Los Angeles’ sex trade.
A couple of minutes later, Lindsey flips the phone shut and turns to face Evita once again.
“I’d like to talk to you about a follow-up operation for Spike.”
Evita knew this couldn’t be anything good. She knows that whenever there’s something Lindsey’s son wants something, there’s little to no possibility of not getting it, regardless of what may be the consequences. A pained look flashed across her face before scouting her ever present smile. “Of course. What might that be?”
“Spike… my only son… wants to have this thing…this operation… that would… uhm…” Shifting on his chair, Lindsey smiled and cleared his throat. “He wants to have this … uhm… I don’t really know what it’s called, but it has something to do with his little dingdong being turned into a… flower.” He finished with a wide smile.
Evita nearly fell off her chair. She knows about this, Lindsey’s son came to her sometime ago and told her about this operation that he wants. Her mind was reeling, what should she do should Lindsey not want her to go through with that and what would she do if Spike came barreling over demand for the operation to be pushed through regardless of what his father would’ve wanted? She doesn’t know who scares her more; the trigger-happy father or the do-everything-I-want-or-die-horribly son.
“Yeah, ‘she’ talked to me about it sometime ago.”
Lindsey nods and arranges himself on the chair. “I think he would be calling you soon to cancel that follow-up operation. However, you may be handling the after-care, so to speak.”
Evita felt like the whole world was lifted off her shoulder when she heard that. She knows how critical that type of operation is. And though she is a known and well-recommended surgeon, she only specializes in breast augmentation. “I’d be happy to provide all the after-care needed by William, sir.”
Letting a wide grin, Lindsey stands up and holds out his hand for a shake. “Thank you very much, Evie.”
Taking the proffered hand, she sends him a sincere smile.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Angel was in the shower when he heard Spike’s phone go off. With a towel on his waist, he entered the bedroom they were sharing and saw that Spike was still on the phone. She was on the bed, knees drawn to her chest while talking in hushed tones.
Angel decided not to intrude and made his way to the living room, he grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and downed half of its contents in one go. He was thinking on whether or not to go to his other apartment or just stay here until Spike figures out what he really wants to do. In his mind, he could picture his roommate’s form silhouetted by the thin curtains he has on his other place and he could just make out the curves of his delicious looking bosoms. He was dragged out of his thoughts when he felt sinewy arms wound around his mid section followed by a chin on his shoulder.
“Something on your mind, Luv?” Spike asked as she pressed her body closer to the bigger man’s.
Those full breasts that Angel were imagining in his head are now pressed against his back and he couldn’t help the little tingle it sent to his nether regions. “Nothin’ much. Just thinking on whether staying here is a good idea.”
“Do you want to stay here longer?” Spike asked as he ran her long fingernails over Angel’s biceps and nuzzling his neck.
“I…” Angel doesn’t know what to say. All he wants right now is to get his plan planned and then take everything as it comes. “I don’t really know. I still haven’t read all of the documents that need reading and I think I’m going to have to be gone for some time to do some… errands.”
Spike pulled Angel by the wrist and led him back to their bedroom. “Don’t think so much at the moment. Let’s just take it as it comes.”
Angel lets himself be guided back to the bedroom and on the bed. All thoughts about whether or not this makes him gay or something else is thrown out the window as Spike crawls over him. Spike sprawls half on top of Angel, using her other hand to tug off the towel. Angel lifted his hips up, allowing his companion to tug the towel out from under him and throw it to the side.
“My, oh my. Impressive.” Spike said as he stared at Angel’s flaccid manhood.
Letting out a chuckle, Angel pulled Spike closer, resting his hand on Spike’s slender hips. “Thank you.”
Settling his head on the broad chest, Spike lets out a sigh. “I was talkin’ to Dad and then I called the doctor. I’m not having my sex reassignment with her anymore; I’m flying to Thailand by the end of the week.”
It took Angel a while to respond. Spike thought he had already fallen asleep, so when he spoke, Spike was startled. “I’m going with you.”
Letting out a big breath, Spike smiled sadly to himself before pushing off Angel. “Are you sure? It’s not like… You don’t really have to go with me; I’ll be back in no time. You have a new assignment, right?”
Angel smiled and pulled Spike back to him. “Hey you, who are you and what did you do to the girl who molested me within five minutes of meeting?”
Spike let out a laugh, “Fuck you very much.”
“The assignment can wait. I don’t work with a time constraint. It’s highly classified, so I’m thinking that it’ll take me months to plan it out, and I could spend those months getting to know you. And go with you to have your operation.” Angel dropped a kiss to her head. He doesn’t know why, but it feels like with her, he’s found his other half. Someone who’ll complement him.
“Well, okay. As long as you’re sure about this. But before we go onto some more mushy topics, I’m going for a quick shower.” Spike said as she, once again, pushed herself off Angel.
Without waiting for a response, Spike slid off the bed and made a beeline to the bathroom. While Spike was in the shower, Angel used the moment to think things through. He likes Spike. The wit, the attitude, hell, he likes everything about Spike, though he just met her in less than twenty-four hours. And believe it or not, he’s never liked someone before in that short period of time. It always took him some time to get a feel on whether the person he’s talkin’ to or rather fucking is worth keeping around. Woah! Hold that thought?! Fucking? Well, in all honesty, he wanted to throw Spike down, bury his face in those perfect mounds, and do nasty things to her.
Angel’s thoughts of him and Spike together in bed doing the horizontal tango has manifested itself physically and when Spike came out of the bathroom, she was welcomed with the view of an obscenely tented sheets.
“Wow, luv. That pole underneath for me?” Spike said as she came into the bedroom wearing a towel around her chest and using another towel to rub her long hair dry.
Angel was startled at the sudden comment and scrambled to hide his erection, but to no avail, Spike had already seen it and there’s really no way of hiding something that’s already been spotted. Letting out a sheepish chuckle, he couldn’t help the blush that spread from his neck to the tips of his ears.
“No need to be shy now, luv. It’s just us here. I won’t bite.” Spike situates herself on the foot of the bed; one leg folded underneath her while the other dangles on the edge, “unless you ask me to, of course.” She finishes with a smile.
Angel shakes his head and smiles. “You know what… C’mere.” Angel moves and gets over the sheets and pulls Spike to him. “You really are something else, aren’t you?”
Spike lets out a laugh and leans back on Angel’s broad form. Angel’s legs framing Spike and he wraps his arms around Spike’s waist. “I’m not all that odd. It’s just that, if I want something, I go for it. It’s actually useless to dilly-dally around.”
Angled hmm’d and let out a sigh. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Spike’s hair drying slightly and Angel feeling the slight coldness as the wetness on his shoulder caused by Spike’s hair dried off.
“Why don’t you dry your hair some more and then we’ll get some sleep?” Angel mumbled into her neck.
“Hmmmm….but I don’t wanna move from my position. ‘Tis comfy ‘ere.” Spike said as she pulled the assassin’s arms around her tighter.
Chuckling, Angel dislodged one of his arms and used it to pull the both of them back against the headboard. Once he was leaning against the headboard, he did another bout of maneuvering and managed to get them both back underneath the sheets without parting and then he maneuvered Spike a little to get the towel off her body before throwing it to the floor.
“So, what’s our plan now?” Spike asked, dragging one leg to lie over Angel’s.
“I don’t know, I still have to do this new assignment. I have absolutely no idea about what it is, all I know is that it’s gonna be a high profile target or something like that.” Angel said, running his fingers through Spike’s wet hair. “What about you?”
“This assignment of yours… do you have to do this alone?”
“Well, if you’re asking if I have a partner, I don’t. I don’t work well with teams.”
“From what I’ve seen, you always have a girl with you, though.”
“Uhm…. yeah. I usually have someone… not to date or anything… just a companion while I’m still planning. It makes it easier to blend in, you know.”
Spike leaned up on her elbows and looked at Angel, “So, are you gonna go looking for a companion, this time ‘round?”
“Uhm... it really depends on the nature of the case…” Angel said sheepishly. “So, I’m not yet sure.”
“So, when you finish the job, what happens to them?”
“Nothing… They never see me again.”
“Yeah? Like, you just disappear?” Spike said as she reclaimed her previous position.
“Well, if you say it like that…I sound like a total asshole, but hey, on the bright side, I don’t kill them.”
Part Six
Penthouse Suite, Beverly Wilshire Hotel
Lindsey was lounging back on the bed with Hamilton watching something on their laptop.
“Look at them. They’re so cute together!” Lindsey said as he took a sip of his beer.
“You’re biased.” Hamilton retorted.
“Do you think Spike will get mad at me for sneaking in those surveillance cams?”
“I’m more worried about what that assassin of yours would do if he finds out about it.”
Lindsey shrugged and cuddled down to his lover. “Let’s just sleep on it.”
Hamilton was not one to be dissuaded by his lover’s avoidance tactics. “Isn’t it a little bit too early to be sleeping?”
Business isn’t the only thing Lindsey’s good at, making people bend to his will is also part of Lindsey’s amazing talents. And bending Hamilton’s will is Lindsey’s specialty. “But baby…” Lindsey pouted then straddled the big guy. “I don’t mean that I’m tired. And I definitely don’t mean sleeping in the sense of resting.”
“Oh, you mean sleeping that would render us … exhausted which would lead to actual sleeping?” Hamilton couldn’t help but laugh, as Lindsey dove in for a kiss.
Beverly Wilshire Hotel, Angel and Spike’s suite
“What’s wrong with this?!” Angel said defensively as he looked at himself in the mirror again.
“Are you trying to blend in or are you trying to stick out like a sore thumb?” Came Spike’s reply from the bed.
Angel harrumphed and turned to face the bed. “I thought you said I looked, and I quote, hot enough to eat!”
Heaving a big sigh and turning to sit Indian style on the bed, Spike arched a delicately trimmed brow, “Yeah, if you were going to this 90’s club for the weird Goth party. Whoever wears leather pants anymore as an everyday wear?”
Angel’s jaw dropped when he turned to give her a glare, but quickly caught himself. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be sitting like that, most especially if I’m wearing someone else’s clothes and nothing else.”
Looking down at herself, Spike noticed that she looked very …open. Grinning, she leaned back and straightened her legs, leaving them slightly bent, as she toyed with the buttons of the shirt. “Well… we both could use a distraction right now.”
Arching a brow, Angel grinned. “Oh, no you don’t. We have to get ready ‘cause we are leaving this bugged suite, courtesy of your deal old dad.”
Hamilton and Lindsey’s faces were both of shocked as they stopped making out, when they heard Angel’s voice from the laptop.
Lindsey was the first to break the silence. “Uh-oh… busted.”
Then Spike’s face filled the screen followed by a stern, “Dad! We’re having a long conversation later. You too, Hammie!”
Los Angeles
“Wesley Pryce.” A rugged looking man answered the phone.
“Hi there. I’m Anita.”
“Oh, Uhm… Ahhh… hello there. What may I help you with?”
“Oh, nothin’ just wondering if you’re home.”
Wesley looked around, phone still clutched to his ear. “Why would you be wondering that?”
“So I could do this!” A loud voice came from his door before it burst open revealing Angel accompanied by a beautiful looking lady dressed in what could only be described as hooker outfit.
Wesley dropped the phone and slowly backed away. “Angel. Hello… H-how have you been faring?” he asked as he kept on adding distance between Angel and himself.
Angel looked around as he slowly walked into the apartment. Stepping over the broken door, he smiled at Wesley and then he sat on the sofa pulling his companion with him. “C’mon, Wesley, don’t be shy. Let’s talk.”
Wesley slowly made his way near Angel. Keeping an eye on the infamous assassin, he lowered himself on a stool quite a distance from the two.
“Listen, Angel, I’m… I’m sorry about giving away your location, but the money was big… I needed it… t-there were things that I needed to pay and… and… ”
“Shut up, wuss. 5 Million per call, what bill will need an amount that big? You could’ve told me off after you got the first payment. C’mon Wesley, admit you were just lookin’ out fer yerself. We’re all bound to be greedy sometime.”
Wesley knew that voice. He remembers it well because that voice is the one he sold Angel’s location to. He used to update that voice the locations of the said assassin whenever he would move or when he would permanently dispose of one of his many residence.
“You!” he pointed a finger at the female companion of his unexpected visitor, “I know you!”
Spike grinned as she shifted sideways and placed both of her legs on Angel’s lap. “Of course you do. For that huge amount of money, I doubt you’ll be forgetting about me anytime soon.”
Angel smiled at the cheekiness of his companion, “So, you’re willing to give up my location for money? Couldn’t you have just asked me for some money? I trusted you with my back when I was jumping from one place to another, I fucking trusted you and you betray me, sell out my location?”
“B-But…No! She…He…She… The voice swore to me that he just wanted to know where you are at all times; said he would make sure that no harm would come to you. If I had known that that voice belonged to a woman, I wouldn’t have trusted her.”
“What’s the difference if I were a girl or a guy? Just admit it, hearing about the amount of money I had to offer, you could’ve cared less if I wore pink tights and pink afros, you woulda still sold me Angel’s locations.” Spike said; arching a brow on the robe clad man sitting on the stool a good few feet away.
“So, who else have you told about my location?” Angel asked, pulling Spike to sit on his lap, getting annoyed at the heels that were tapping his forearm.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I didn’t give it to anyone else. It’s just her. I promise.” Wesley’s eyes were wide and scared. There were bad decisions he’d made in his lifetime and this is one of those bad decisions which could very well get him killed. And to make things worse, among his bad decisions in life, there are people who got killed, and while this bad decision did take the life of another person, he definitely feared for his life on this one.
Angel nodded and decided to take Wesley’s words for it then came the follow-up question. “Do you know one Buffy Elizabeth?”
“No, but I heard that name before and it was rumored that she’s currently heading a man hunt, I’ve also been told that she is quite ruthless in her …. Pursuit. She’s a new comer; some say she’s good, others say she’s too cocky for her own good. But nobody really hires her for high profile targets, she has no discretion and is a big fan of making a scene.”
“So, what you’re saying is that this Buffy Elizabeth person is … what exactly, a psycho of sorts?” Spike asked.
“I believe that she may go through drastic measures to achieve what she wants, but more often than not, no one really hires her because her cost is way more than her worth.” Wesley replied.
Spike pushed off Angel’s lap, “Well, I guess that’s it. We’d best be goin’, luv.” Then he turned his attention to Wesley, “It was nice seeing you in person, Wesley.”
They were just about to head out of the apartment when Angel’s phone rang. Flipping the mobile open, the screen read ‘Unknown Caller’. Turning to face Spike, he asked him if his dad would be calling him, but Spike just shook his head ‘no’.
“Hello? Who is this?”
A moment of silence while the caller talked to Angel, when he flipped his mobile close, his face was of pure anger. Stomping his way to where Wesley was currently standing, he threw his phone away and grabbed the man by his shirt.
“Who else did you give my location to, Wesley? And don’t make me ask again!” he yelled, spittle hit Wesley in the face making him cringe.
Spike was immediately on his side, holding his arms. “Luv.” When Angel didn’t budge, his voice got louder. “Luv! Angel! Stop!”
When Angel let Wesley go with Spike’s hand curled around his forearm, Wesley looked pale and very scared. “I swear, Angel. The only person I gave your location to is your lady friend.”
“Luv, let’s go.” Spike pulled Angel away and towards the door. “We still need to go meet this friend of yours.”
Angel gave Wesley one last look before stalking away with Spike in tow.
In the car, Angel slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Spike, startled, gave him a dirty look, before reaching over and pulling the bigger man for a kiss.
“Just relax a little, luv.” Spike whispered when they pulled away from the kiss, hands rubbing soothingly on Angel’s thigh. “Why don’t we go see this friend of yers and then find someplace to crash for the rest of the afternoon? I know just the thing to relieve you of your… stress.”
Angel looked into his companion’s eyes and couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. “Alright. I’ll hold you to that.” And with that, he started the car and drove off.
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