Author:
For: adis723.
Pairing: Spike/Wesley.
Setting: Post-"The Gift."
Rating: G.
A/N: For the Spike Mini Slashathon. "Soulless Spike, Spike fitting in with the Scoobies or Angel Inc., video games."
Thumping his fingers on the window of Wesley's SVU, Spike felt bored. He took another cigarette out of his pocket and lit it as Wesley pulled the vehicle into the parking lot of the Hyperion. "Figures the pounce would be living in a pink hotel."
"I believe it's coral." Wesley took the keys from the ignition and climbed out of his car.
Rolling his eyes, Spike followed Wesley into the main lobby. "So this is it. The big center of helping the helpless." His hand ran over the top of a blue circular couch. "Cordelia." He smiled and looked at her legs as she walked in wearing a short brown skirt.
Cordelia held a crossbow firmly in her hands, pointing it at Spike. "Spike." Walking up in front of him, she butted the point against his chest. "You step out of line, and you're dust."
Spike snorted and wrapped his hand around the tip. "Doubt you could before I snapped your neck."
Taking a step back, she looked over at Wesley. "Are you sure we can trust him?"
"No." Moving to the counter, Wesley pulled out one of his books. "But he's harmless. Neutered by the government."
"When's Gunn getting here?" Cordelia continued to glare at Spike. "I'll feel better when the muscle arrives."
Spike sat down on the couch. "Funny, because I thought I was here for extra muscle. Wes said there was some demon you needed help killing." Taking a drag from his cigarette, he leaned his head against the cushions.
"Cordelia, why don't you take the evening off? Gunn, Spike, and I can handle the Nihtera demons." Wesley smiled at her and turned the page of his book.
Reaching for her purse, Cordelia looked from Wesley to Spike and back again. "Are you sure?" Wesley nodded at her. "Well, Dennis and I were going to watch Legends of the Fall on cable tonight. See you later. You have my phone number." She pointed at Wesley as she left the hotel.
"Looks like we're alone, pet." Spike kicked his feet up on the couch. "Jesus, this is boring." He closed his eyes.
"Sorry to bore you," Wesley muttered. Lifting up a pile of texts, he dropped them on the table next to Spike. "You can help me research."
"Gee, thanks." Sitting up, Spike yawned and picked up a book. His boots clamored as they hit the floor. "Sorry to chase the girl off."
Wesley shook his head. "Cordelia's not exactly…"
"The sharpest crayon in the box with demon languages." Thumbing through the book, Spike watched as Wesley's forehead wrinkled at the way he handled the ancient pages.
"She has other qualities…"
"Like big tits." Spike smirked as Wesley frowned at him. "So what exactly am I looking for?"
"How destroy a rare breed of hybrid slime demons. They're orange and red in color with horns and wings." Wesley leaned back and continued reading.
"So you don't know their name," Spike mumbled and began to read.
They spent hours scouring through the books. A few words passed between them, but mostly they researched in silence. Sighing, Spike put one book down and picked up another. However, research was better than sitting around and being bored.
"Eureka." Wesley looked up from his book. A grin spread over his face. "I'm feeling a bit hungry, and I believe this breakthrough calls for pizza and blood?"
"Thank god." Spike slammed the book shut. "Eureka, huh? Wonder what you'd say while shagging. Never been with a man who said, 'Eureka.'"
"Very funny, Spike." Picking up the phone, Wesley dialed the pizza parlor.
"Just saying." Spike re-stretched himself out on the couch. "So when's this Gunn fellow coming by? Hopefully, he's more reliable than Angel at sticking around."
Hanging up the phone, Wesley sighed and moved back to the couches. "Gunn had other obligations tonight and will be by when he can."
"Thinking if it gets any later, I'll be bunking with you tonight." Raising a suggestive eyebrow, Spike watched Wesley. "Could find out all those dirty things you might say."
"You're simply bored, Spike. It's not me you want; it's entertainment. And I'm not a trained monkey. If you stay at my place tonight, I do have a Playstation, which I'm sure will be far more entertaining than watching me."
Spike snorted. "Fine. Don't see what's so bad about a little distraction." He picked up a Cosmo magazine and began to flip through it. "A hundred ways to please your man."