Rating: PG-14 (Sexual situations)
Summary: Angel walks in on a… ahem… rather indecent moment between Spike and the Buffybot
Spoilers: Most of Season 5/Season 2
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, Mutant Enemy Productions, 21st Century Fox, and anything else that can lay claim to my favorite shows. I'm not making any profit from this.$Distribution: My site, Your Eyes, and anyone else who wants it can have it, especially if you've already got my crap up.

Now, Angel had heard rumors that Spike was in Sunnydale, but he was giving his progeny the benefit of the doubt. Because he knew that he bleach blonde had more sense than to go where he wasn't welcome. But since Cordelia had recently revealed that the tip had come from Willow Rosenburg, Angel had deemed it worth checking out.

Which was why he was creeping around outside his grandchilde's crypt at two in the morning. Just to the left was a window, which he scooted forward and used to look inside. What he saw both made his jaw drop and his blood boil with rage. A *very* naked Buffy and Spike were going at it on top of a coffin, practically mauling each other in a fit of lust. Furious, he stormed the door and kicked it in.

"Do you bloody well mind?" Spike growled, not bothering to see who it was.

"As a matter of fact, I do, whelp," Angel said dangerously. His grandchilde stilled with pure terror, but the blonde in his arms looked on in confusion at Angel.

"Who're you?" she asked. Angel looked on in disbelief, not aware of the person who walked up behind him. At least until said person threw a pile of clothes at the pair, and snorted in disgust.

"You're sick," the real Buffy grunted. "Get dressed, Giles called a meeting." Spike grumbled, but complied, leaving Angel to sputter in shock. The Slayer turned to her lover. "Oh please, like I'd let HIM touch me with a ten foot pole."

"B-but…? Wh-hat…?" was all Angel could manage.

"As soon as I get this bleedin' chip out of my head…" Spike began to threaten, looking at Buffy.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll kill us all," the Slayer finished, bored. "Now come on, or no stop at the butchers on the way home." He stalked outside towards Giles' home, not waiting for the Slayer and Angel.

Buffy turned to Angel and stood on her toes, snaking her arms around his neck. "Not really a necrophile," she reminded him. "Just indulge in my one fantasy with a specific souled broody one." He lowered his lips and kissed her, claiming her once more. Suddenly all was right in the universe.

AN: Short, and stupid I know, but I've had this idea floating around in my head since previews for next week, and no one has done it yet, and so I challenge someone to make this into a much longer, and better fic. The next part of Exodus should be out in a few days, if I can take some more time off from my research project and my sites.

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