Fact #1:
There's a ceramic apple that sits atop Angel's desk in his office. It was a gift from the ever so confused nitwit, Harmony, who somehow mixed up 'teacher' and 'boss'. Spike decides he's appreciative of the mix-up, though, as he tosses the apple from hand to hand and exchanges a surreptitious look with Angel before casually setting it down and leaving Angel's office. It's become a handy prop for letting each other know they're horny and want to shag. Now.
Fact #2:
There's a section of corridor on the way to the lab that's in the surveillance camera's blind spot. Angel knows this because after the debacle with his security team when he first took over as CEO, he makes sure to keep on top of everything security related. As luck would have it, there's also a little used janitor's closet right in the middle of the blind spot.
Hand on the doorknob of said closet, Angel glances one more time both ways then opens the door and is unceremoniously yanked inside by a horny, blond pain in the ass he can't seem to get enough of. As Spike rips open Angel's pants and sinks to his knees in front of him, Angel acknowledges that it's one blind spot he won't be telling his security team to fix anytime soon.
Fact #3:
Angel likes to bottom. Not all the time and never in the old days. But when Spike cornered him about the bear skin rug, shoving Angel up against the wall and getting in his face about it until Angel grudgingly admitted what they both already knew, they both discovered something else. Angel liked it when Spike took charge. A lot, if the erection that had pressed against Spike that day had been any indication.
Now, Spike watches and waits until Angel's frustration over being the vamp in charge of every bloody thing approaches critical mass, then drags him off to somewhere dark and private, somewhere Angel can let go and just let Spike drive.
Spike gives Angel's cock one last lick and stands, manhandling Angel around so he's facing the wall, legs spread, naked bum at the ready. With a self-satisfied smirk, Spike steps in behind him and sinks in, reminded again of how right he'd been that day in Angel's office. Knowledge is power. Spike thrusts forward, reveling in the gasp that escapes Angel's lip. He adds a silent addendum: Knowledge is power, and power is pleasure…at least in this case.
Fact #4:
Spike still enjoys annoying Angel as much and as often as possible. The others think the arguments are born of a deep-seated dislike of each other, but Angel knows that's not the case at all. Angel knows this because he can smell the arousal coming off Spike in waves whenever they get in each other's faces over something truly inane. Like astronauts and cavemen.
In spite of thinly veiled threats of violence and the pure and utter irritation that wells up inside him during their many and varied arguments, Angel enjoys it too. Possibly too much, he muses, as he drags Spike out of the elevator and into his penthouse apartment after their latest argument. Angel knows Spike sees the intent in his eyes by the way Spike's eyes widen a split second before Angel pounces. Spike fights him, of course, but they both know it's a fight Spike intends to lose. An intent made all the more clear by the fact that Spike's escape attempts are directed toward getting to the bedroom before he's stripped naked, not the elevator.
Fact #5:
The world around them sees Angel and Spike as warriors. Champions of the good. Nearly indestructible.
History sees them as monsters. Evil incarnate. Nearly indestructible.
When they're alone and sated, Spike lying on his stomach on Angel's bed, naked, writing in a journal while Angel sits in a nearby chair, equally naked, drawing the vision of perfection currently lounging on his bed, they aren't any of those. All they are—to each other and themselves—is poet and artist.
~ Finis