Best Actor based on the Angel Universe - SLASH
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Best Actor based on the Angel Universe - SLASH
-- Actors based on or from the Angel Universe that is paired in a SLASH relationship. --
01.
He popped his back, but it didn't make that same horrible noise as before, so it must be fixed now. Grabbed the dishes and stuck them in the sink, I'd deal wiith the later. I wanted out of this cabin right now before I started to go stir-crazy. Or maybe I already was, which would partly explain the way I'd been acting.
"That sounds very good." Other than the nonswimming part, but he was going to let me go out into the water, which was probably as close as I would get today. "A stroll. Can I do a float? Tenchically, there's no swimming involved with that, just drifting along, riding on the water. Bet I could teach you how to do that, and we wouldn't even have to go out that far a all." Say yes. It would be fun, and I'd feel like I actually accomplished something today.
I wandered over to the cupboards and rummaged around until I found some plastic we could use. His back would be fine if we went in, they hadn't come open in the shower this morning, they'd be fine if I could manage to get him to try to float. Grabbing my walking stick, I gave him a big grin and went outside into the sunshine.
02.
"Moving is overrated," Angel said, sitting up with a grimace. He glanced at Wesley, who was watching him, and smiled forcedly.
"Yeah, I can move, Wes. Just a little stiff..." Angel said. "You'd be amazed how much the muscles tend to tense up with you get paralyzed," he added wryly. At the end of the bed, the Yeaxyn was bouncing, and trying to tug up Angel's shirt for him. Seeing as how the shirt was half off the bed, Sylais nearly toppled off, before Angel reached down, steadying him. Sylais grinned, then pulled the shirt up to Angel.
Angel grinned, stroking the top of Sylais' head once, then standing up slowly. When he was fully stood up, Angel turned his back first one way, then the other, as his spinal cord cracked.
"That felt kinda good," he noted. He slipped his shirt on, going kinda slow because he knew Wes was watching. Then, leaving his shirt unbuttoned, he glanced up at Wes.
"You ready to go find his parents?" He asked casually. Sylais was over by Wesley again, and as Angel watched, Sylais climbed up and reattached himself to his favorite spot of Wesley's shoulder.
03.
It felt nice being the hero sometimes, even though I wasn’t much of the hero. Nope that was Angel’s job, true champion down to the core, a bit broody at times but still he was our champion. I on the other hand was the guy on the sidelines. The one who pointed the direction then sat back and watched. Of course now I had a good excuse for drinking, could say I was having a victory drink or something like that. Truth be told it was for the way my life went, besides those splitlin’ margarines that came along with the visions, let me tell ya those really took a toll on a guy. Took a lot of alcohol to get that out of the system, besides the sort of things I would see, all sorts of things and let me tell ya they weren’t all pretty and fluffy.
So tell me you wouldn’t drink your life away. You have this perfect little life that you worked so hard for; a wife and a steady job as a kindergarten teacher and then one day you find out you’re a demon. Of course that’s gonna drive a man down the deep end. Didn’t want to face up to it at first but I had to, ruined my marriage and my job. Then I went on a binge gambling and drinking. Well, of course the Powers that Be had another plan for me. Yep, to be Angel’s guide, help our hero get back on the right path towards redemption. Strange little tale his was, but we’ll save that for another time. We of course had the help of others, ms. High end her self Cordelia and a very weird British guy named Wesley. Heard he used to be a watcher or something, never really paid much attention to those stories. I got a good laugh though when he came strolling up in here. The guy looked ridiculous all dressed up in leather. But hey if that was his thing.
I made my way into the office, of course Cordy wasn’t going to be here today. Had some audition for that acting gig she had going on. So it would just be me and Wesley. I never really talked to the guy much, was always too busy having those visions or sitting in the corner with a hang over. I would always hear him and Cordy going at it. Might I say it was amusing, and it would get her off my back.
I glanced around the room as I looked at Wesley sitting there, he always looked so happy. Bless the guy for that, wish my life could be all fun and games. And then I noticed the usual set of donuts put aside for us and the coffee and then there was that proud look upon his face. He only wanted to do the best. “Morning” I said in a quiet voice. I was feeling a bit hung over from last night. I made my way over towards the donuts and picked one up, the guy even knew our favorites. I then picked up the cup of coffee he had already made for me. Taking a sip I glanced over at him “Thank you, you know I really do appreciate this.”
What can I say I felt like giving the guy some credit, I know how Cordy’s words can get to someone sometimes, especially when you go out of your way to do something nice. Someone had to give him credit, Angel was always too far off in his brooding stages to pay much attention to this sort of thing.
04.
What the bloody ‘ell was going on. Besides getting fucked over after all the work I had done, I get attacked by some demon saying some law form needs me. To ‘ell with that. Like I was gonna go be someone’s lap dog for the day. I was my own man and wasn’t gonna go. The sod and I went at it for awhile, guess I’ve been loosing my game, the bloody git finally got me to that law firm he talked ‘bout.
Maybe it’ll be news that Marcus and Angel killed each other. That’s why I work alone. You trust these bleeding sods and they screw you over like that. There should be some sort of law against that. I spend all this time digging up that bleeding ring, put a lot of hard work and sweat into that. Even battle the slayer a bit then travel all the way to LA, kidnap Angel hired someone to torture the fella and what do I get in return nothing not a damn thing.
I continue to push and shrove as the sod pushes me into the office “What the bloody ‘ell do you think your doing your insolent twit. This is bloody ridiculous.” I continued to yell up a storm until I hear a voice coming from within the room.
“Spike. Sorry about the fuss to get you here but you have to understand the time table I’m on.”
I can’t help but laugh at the guy. I glance him over a few times. I watched as he sat down and motioned for me to sit.
“Right, better make this fast, don’t have time to sit about and chat.”
Like I really gave a crap ‘bout some time table the sod was on. I was on my own time tables you know, and not the kind that involved meeting with some fancy pants lawyer. I glanced at him and leaned up against the wall. Wasn’t gonna waste my breath, or lack of breath, sitting for this sod.
05.
I threw the file across my office. It wasn’t enough that Lilah was on my ass all the time; now that jack ass vampire just let’s Angel get away? You’d think with the blunder’s we’ve had lately that we’d put him up to it; but lucky for me we didn’t. Lucky for me I hadn’t first gone to Spike and offered him what I was prepared to offer him.
I’d done my homework. His lady love had left him because he’d ‘gone soft’ by her standards. The woman was damn crazy so her standards weren’t of any concern to me, if need be we’d bring her in to work on Angelus.
While my plans were being considered I had to occupy my time with something productive. Something productive always translated into something to destroy that bastard. I wasn’t sure why I hated him so much; besides the plans he’s so effortlessly thwarted. I knew why Lilah was so interested, though she’d never admit that she wanted to see exactly what Angelus was like.
Me? I would rather have Angel staked and be done with it, but the senior partners won’t have that. They’ll do anything to have Angelus come to their beck and call. I guess it would be fruitless to point out that Angelus doesn’t seem like the type who played well with others.
That stupid nit-wit demon was supposed to have William the goddamn bloody in my office twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t enough that Angel was given the gem of Amara; the fool destroyed it. It was like a gift and he just threw it away. I wondered what that pretty slayer would say about such a thing; what’s that saying about gift horses?
I had to say Spike’s track record was impressive. He’d killed two slayers in his time and managed to keep the truth behind his first nick name a secret among the vampires, they generally didn’t care to get a hold of watcher diaries. Bloody awful poet he was. I’d read some of that crap. Let’s just say words weren’t his strong suit, but lately it seemed like nothing was his strong suit.
I was less amused by having to delve further into Angel’s past to attempt at hurting him. I wanted to just go with my original plan and use the slayer against him. But for now I’m hoping the partners will approve my plans to bring back the one other person who could throw a wrench into the so called life he’s living. For now Spike would have to do.
06.
Don't panic? He has to be sodding kidding me right? Not only does this fellow have camera's in this room but all over the place! Why was I not informed of this? Why the hell didn't I think about that myself. Oh dear god. I knew I was starting to breath a little bit to fast and turned around to my stomach so quickly I could feel the muscles of my back jerk.
I stared at Lindsey with wide eyes as he sauntered around the room naked as though nothing happened. The man has no shame. I'm not even going to think about that that might mean in Wolfram and Hart terms. Oh lord, I just had a frightening thought. What if we can't find those tape and they'll end up on bloody e-bay! Where the whole world could see them. Don't panic he says! Git!
Sliding off the table, I make certain I keep on my stomach. No matter how much that felt rasping against my oversensitive cock hurts. God, camera's, and the had who knew what on tape. The kitchen, the shower, the bedrooms? I fish my robe off the floor and quickly cover myself up, still breath a little bit to fast.
E-bay.
Alright, breath a whole lot faster. Worming my boxers back on underneath my robe, I keep looking at Lindsey with wide eyes. He's still walking around all cool and collected. Wrapping my arms around myself I glance up at the light bulbs he points out. Don't panic, don't panic! Easier said then done. Turning, I look back at him and give him a blank look. Alright, it's a panicked look. I'm pretty sure of that. I never knew breathing was so hard.
E-bay. Bloody hell.