Merry Christmas rowaine!
for: rowaine
who wanted: Xander, slash/threesome, no Xangel!, Willow/Buffy/Angel bashing
Xander watched as Angel sat before the computer in the front lobby of the Hyperion, the vampire's back hunched over as he fought to read the computer screen. It was oddly hypnotizing. It was obvious Angel didn't know what he was doing and the soft curses coming out of his mouth gave Xander a whole new vocabulary.
"What's got you concentrating like that?" Gunn asked, sitting down behind Xander. Xander felt Gunn's hands slide up his back, fingers digging into his tired muscles. Xander groaned.
"Angel," Xander replied, leaning back into Gunn's embrace. "Look at him, he's so..."
"Dazed and confused?" Gunn offered.
"Yeah," Xander agreed.
The computer gave a loud beep and, suddenly, smoke starting drifting up from the tower. Gunn had to bury his face into Xander's neck to hide his laughing.
"Angel!" Cordelia exclaimed, exiting Wesley's office and glaring at the shocked and horrified vampire.
"I didn't mean to!" Angel insisted.
"Hey, English, get your pansy ass over here," Gunn ordered.
"Charles, my ass is not pansy," Wesley replied, easily darting around Cordelia and walking over. The three of them watched as Cordelia continued to scream at Angel, who was slowly sliding out of his chair as though he thought that by hiding underneath the desk he would avoid Cordelia's wrath.
"He's right, you know," Xander offered, pulling his eyes away from the hilarious sight long enough to eye Wesley's ass. "It's very solid and smooth, not pansy."
"It's still lily white, though," Gunn leered. Wesley made a protesting noise in the back of his throat, but refrained from denying the truth in Gunn's statement.
"Now I'm going to have to call someone over to fix it," Cordelia was screeching. "How can you be such a idiot?"
"I'm sorry, I was trying to access one of the files on this...this...evil entrapment!" Angel exclaimed.
"I don't think I can watch much more of this," Wesley commented. Xander and Gunn stood and nodded their agreement. "It's like watching a mother verbally beat on their child."
"Ohh, speaking of beating," Xander said as he pressed himself against Wesley and grinned happily. "When do you want to try out our new toy?"
"I can't believe you bought a whip." Gunn shook his head. "You are two crazy white guys, did you know that?"
"Considering you’re in a perfectly illegally relationship with said crazy white guys, I don't think you have room to talk," Wesley pointed out.
"...Touché," Gunn offered.
who wanted: Xander, slash/threesome, no Xangel!, Willow/Buffy/Angel bashing
Xander watched as Angel sat before the computer in the front lobby of the Hyperion, the vampire's back hunched over as he fought to read the computer screen. It was oddly hypnotizing. It was obvious Angel didn't know what he was doing and the soft curses coming out of his mouth gave Xander a whole new vocabulary.
"What's got you concentrating like that?" Gunn asked, sitting down behind Xander. Xander felt Gunn's hands slide up his back, fingers digging into his tired muscles. Xander groaned.
"Angel," Xander replied, leaning back into Gunn's embrace. "Look at him, he's so..."
"Dazed and confused?" Gunn offered.
"Yeah," Xander agreed.
The computer gave a loud beep and, suddenly, smoke starting drifting up from the tower. Gunn had to bury his face into Xander's neck to hide his laughing.
"Angel!" Cordelia exclaimed, exiting Wesley's office and glaring at the shocked and horrified vampire.
"I didn't mean to!" Angel insisted.
"Hey, English, get your pansy ass over here," Gunn ordered.
"Charles, my ass is not pansy," Wesley replied, easily darting around Cordelia and walking over. The three of them watched as Cordelia continued to scream at Angel, who was slowly sliding out of his chair as though he thought that by hiding underneath the desk he would avoid Cordelia's wrath.
"He's right, you know," Xander offered, pulling his eyes away from the hilarious sight long enough to eye Wesley's ass. "It's very solid and smooth, not pansy."
"It's still lily white, though," Gunn leered. Wesley made a protesting noise in the back of his throat, but refrained from denying the truth in Gunn's statement.
"Now I'm going to have to call someone over to fix it," Cordelia was screeching. "How can you be such a idiot?"
"I'm sorry, I was trying to access one of the files on this...this...evil entrapment!" Angel exclaimed.
"I don't think I can watch much more of this," Wesley commented. Xander and Gunn stood and nodded their agreement. "It's like watching a mother verbally beat on their child."
"Ohh, speaking of beating," Xander said as he pressed himself against Wesley and grinned happily. "When do you want to try out our new toy?"
"I can't believe you bought a whip." Gunn shook his head. "You are two crazy white guys, did you know that?"
"Considering you’re in a perfectly illegally relationship with said crazy white guys, I don't think you have room to talk," Wesley pointed out.
"...Touché," Gunn offered.