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Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel ([livejournal.com profile] btvslover82)
Pairing: Angelus/Liam/Angel (you heard me, it’s tripletcest!). human AU
Rating: NC-17 for sure…
Summary: human AU. Angelus is determined to get both of his brothers back into his bed, where they belong.
Warnings: uh…incest, obviously. Can’t stress that enough. Some of the flashbacks deal with *early experimentation*. At some point, there will be bondage. And uh, angst. If I have to put additional warnings up later, I will by the chapter.
Disclaimer: these characters are sooo not mine. if they were, they would have been doing naughty things all along.

**An extra cover-my-ass warning: this fic deals with *human AU incest* among triplets. Although the boys are 22 in the majority of the fic, there is at least one flashback, maybe more, dealing with underage sex. In one, they are early teen years, and it is more for expository purposes than anything, but it is graphic. If you think this will bother you, run away now**



Chapter 2


Angel was up with the sunrise, which was nothing new, really. He rose early every morning, and he liked it—both Angelus and Liam tended to sleep the morning away, rising sometime in the early afternoon if they’d gotten into a bottle the night before. Angel liked that he got this time to himself, before the order of his universe could be interrupted by his unruly brothers. Quiet time, to read the paper and listen to the house settle on its foundations.

Angel liked the quiet. He liked sitting in a room lit only by indirect light filtering through the blinds, alone with his own thoughts. Neither of his brothers understood that. Understood him.

“Morning, Ang.”

Liam stumbled into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator, looking rumpled and wild-haired, and Angel suddenly remembered waking up at 3am, disturbed by drunken laughter coming from downstairs.

Something tickled at his brain, but he let it go.

“Morning, kid. How’d you sleep.”

“Fine,” Liam mumbled to the backsplash of the stove. Angel winced as Liam cracked eggs messily into one of the new frying pans. He was going to ruin the Teflon coating by breaking the eggs along the edge. Again.

“Might want to pick out the eggshells, or you’re in for a nasty surprise,” Angel suggested. You had to keep an eye on Liam sometimes. It was more like he was a little brother than a peer.

Liam shrugged at the unsolicited advice and threw him an affable grin. “I like it crunchy.” He laughed when Angel moued in distaste. “Not all of us can be great cooks, Ang, but I am capable of feeding myself, you know.”

“Of course,” Angel confirmed agreeably, though he was skeptical. He turned back to his paper, unable to watch Liam massacre his good cookware.

Angel’s newspaper was ripped out of the way seconds later by Angelus, who pressed a wet smacking kiss to his forehead and ruffled his hair in a way that raised Angel’s hackles. Angel drew back in disgust as the stink rolling off of Angelus hit him.

“Christ, Angelus, you reek. Couldn’t you have the courtesy to wash off whatever dirty fuck you had last night, before you come down to breakfast?”

Angelus threw him a sharply self-satisfied grin before wandering into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of orange juice. Ever inappropriate, he slapped Liam on the ass as he passed, and Liam flinched…out of surprise.

“How are you feeling this morning, Lee?” Angelus smiled in a glittery way and shook Liam by the back of the neck. For some reason Liam blushed.

“I’m well.”

Angelus was smug and secretive. “Damn straight, you’re well.” He turned to Angel. “Angel, our boy here racked up a $150 bar tab last night. By himself. You should have seen it. Threw em back like a real champ, didn’t you?”

Angel frowned. Was he supposed to be proud of the fact that their youngest sibling was a lush? One of these days, Liam was going to have to grow up.

“Almost started a bar brawl too. I had to drag him out of there before he could do something he really regretted. Didn’t I, Lee?”

Liam nodded into the frying pan and Angelus gave a final squeeze at his neck before spinning to settle himself at the table opposite Angel. After Liam had sufficiently burned the hell out of his crunchy eggs, he joined them.

“I need you to wait for the plumber this afternoon,” Angel told Angelus over his paper. “I have to head into the office, and he still hasn’t come.”

“No can do, bro. I have a date.” Angelus smiled and threaded his hands together behind his head.

“A date,” Angel repeated dangerously. “In the middle of the afternoon. On a weekday.” Was he the only one trying to hold this place together? He was sick and tired of being the only grownup in this house.

Angelus laughed. “Yup. In the middle of the afternoon. And another one tonight.”

“Fuck, Angelus, what am I supposed to do while you’re out getting your rocks off? Somebody has to work around here.”

Guiltily, Angel noted that Liam’s eyes were darting back and forth between them. Liam hated when Angel and Angelus fought. Loved brawling with strangers, but any tension at home was hard on him. Angel’s jaw tightened and he crossed his arms, determined not to let Angelus send him off the deep end. Liam didn’t like it.

“Please, none of us have to work. Two words, baby: trust fund. I have one, you have one, he has one,” Angelus waved a finger towards Liam. They both tended to talk about him like he wasn’t in the room. “Fat enough that we never have to work a day in our lives, and I sure as hell intend to reap the rewards of that. Just because you get off on playing the fucking martyr doesn’t mean—”

“I’ll do it.” At the agreeable interjection offered by Liam, both men turned towards their little brother, still crunching away on his burned scrambled eggs.

“What?”

“I’ll stay for the plumber.” Liam shrugged. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, anyway.”

“Oh. That would be a big help, if you don’t mind.” Angel shot a snide look towards Angelus, who seemed unruffled. Amused, even. Liam shrugged again. “Thanks kid.”

Liam mumbled “You’re welcome” around a mouthful of eggs, then paused and fished a fingernail-sized piece of shell out of his mouth. Stomach turning at the sight, Angel got up and started to leave the kitchen. He needed to get ready for work.

Angel had just stepped through into the living room when Angelus added, “Yeah, Lee, you’re a real good boy.” Angel turned back in time to catch something strange passing between his brothers. There was something….

He shook the moment off, letting the door swing shut behind him. Those two had always had some strange connection Angel didn’t understand…freer than he was, somehow. Not weighted down by responsibility. The look was probably just one of those things between them that he’d never understand.

~*~*~*~

They were thirteen. Angel knew that, the same as he knew this was a dream. The same as he knew this was the apartment in New York where they’d lived at that age, one of the many real estate holdings his parents owned and shuffled them to, over the years.

Liam was crying. Liam had always been quick to cry and quick to comfort, never upset for long. Not like Angel, who would always shove the bad feelings down inside until he got tummy aches and headaches and nightmares. Not like Angelus, who always seemed like a rock, unmoveable to disappointment. Liam just bawled it out and was done with it. That was his strength.

Their parents had forgotten their birthday that year. The triplets had waited the whole day for them to arrive, but it was long past nightfall now, and Angel knew they weren’t going to show. He felt the disappointment bitterly, but he wasn’t all that surprised, even at that age. Liam, though, had been deeply wounded, inconsolable, crying so hard he could no longer breath through his nose, choking on the snot.

Angel tried to comfort him with a series of awkward pats and comfort-words that sounded unconvincing to his own ears, but it only made Liam cry harder. Angel’s stomach hurt. He didn’t know how to make it better, and was almost relieved when Angelus came into the room, sitting on the edge of Liam’s bedspread and gathering his lanky, quaking mass into his arms. Something loosened inside of Angel, because Angelus would make it ok.

And he did. Angelus petted Liam, stroking him and rubbing his back and murmuring the right things that Angel could never come up with. He not only made Liam feel better, he made Angel feel better. Angelus muttered something to Liam that Angel didn’t hear, and Liam choked out a wet, phlegmy laugh, and Angelus grinned and kissed him on the cheek.

Except it didn’t land on his cheek.

It landed sort of on the corner of his mouth, and then Liam startled and looked up with big brown puppy eyes, wet with tears, and Angel’s whole body tightened as Angelus nuzzled an inch to the left and pressed his lips in that same firm, comforting manner to Liam’s. A kiss between brothers.

The moment that it had all changed was clear to Angel, still. Clear and sharp. Angel remembered that when Angelus pulled back from the chaste kiss, Liam’s eyes had remained fixed on Angelus’ lips, and he looked lost but also, like he had discovered something important, and it was Liam who pressed back into Angelus the second time, and oh god, they were really kissing, the way he knew Angelus did with girls sometimes, in the back of the school bus. Kissing sloppy, like they were hot for each other, and it did funny things to Angel’s stomach, good things and bad things. Confusing things.

Angel felt duty-bound to object, somehow. Even though he was getting hard…because he was getting hard. His voice felt raw in his throat. “Angelus, I don’t think you should….”

Angelus pulled back from Liam then but he didn’t look away from him. Everything was silent and still, frozen in time, and when Angelus’ tentative hand closed over Liam’s tented jeans, both Angel and Liam squeaked in surprise. The timid noise only made Angelus grow bolder. Made him push aside his uncertainty.

“Sshhh,” Angelus said, maybe to both of them. “Anybody ever done this to you before, Lee?” Angelus’ hand was stroking, stroking Liam through the denim. Liam’s eyes were squeezed shut tight as Angelus rubbed at him, and Angel wondered if his heart was pounding as hard as his own. Liam shook his head, a little plaintive noise slipping through. Angelus’ mouth tipped up at one end. “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

Liam could only pant in response, and Angel watched, unable to move as Angelus unfastened Liam’s pants and took his cock out and started to touch it with a sure hand, the way they all did to their own. It was surreal. Angel’s own cock throbbed in sympathy as Liam started to thrash, and Angel felt sick. They were old enough to know better. This wasn’t like when they were four and used to touch each other a little in the bath until their nanny found out and scolded them with horror in her voice. They’d been too little then to know it was wrong. Too young to know anything other than the fact that they liked each other, and it felt good. But this was….

Liam convulsed and came with a keening cry in Angelus’ lap and Angel was so startled that he bolted off the bed. Angel had no doubt he would have run out the door and just kept running, but Angelus shifted Liam aside and bolted after him. Angelus caught him by the shirt in a fist by the door and jerked him back, pulling him off-balance and Angel tumbled to the floor. Angelus climbed on top of him and after a short, violent struggle, wrestled Angel into a submissive posture, pinning him down on his back with his arms beside his head and his legs and hips trapped under Angelus’ own. Angelus was as hard as he was, and it made Angel shudder and turn his face away.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy watching that, Angel,” Angelus murmured in his ear, grinding their hips together. “He needed that, and you know it. Look at him.” Angel did. Liam was asleep now, curled in a tight crescent along the edge of the bed where Angelus had left him. The boy was so exhausted with spent emotion that he hadn’t even stirred for their struggle.

He looked splotchy but peaceful. Reassured that he was loved by someone, after all. Thought of. Special. Angel closed his eyes. The result was good, but the means—

“Angelus, we can’t—” Angel sucked in a strangled breath when his cock was ground against a matching bulge. Heat shot through him, lust and love laced tightly with guilt and shame.

“We’re all we have, Ang. You know they don’t give a shit. Forget about it for now, ok? Just, feel this.” Angelus nudged him again with his hips, building a rhythm that made both of them flushed and sweaty, and Angel didn’t stop him like he should have. He didn’t stop him. Angel knew there was a real reason to object, but Angelus kept rocking against him, and it felt so good….

The second the fight went out of his body, Angelus released his arms and used his too-big hands to turn Angel’s head, and then they were kissing. It was Angel’s first kiss, and he was too surprised by the warmth of another mouth on his own, the wet slide of a tongue and the softness of lips, to think about the gender or the identity of who they were attached to. He ground up against Angelus, clutching his ass to bring him closer, and suddenly it wasn’t enough any more to just lay there, he needed to—

Angel rolled them abruptly, catching Angelus off-guard and landing on top. Angelus looked momentarily shocked before his expression shifted, smug and pleased, and then he was simply moaning Angel’s name, spreading for him, and it was intense and the hottest thing of Angel’s young life, making his ordinarily unreachable brother so blind with lust, and before long, they were both coming in their pants, heaving against each oth—

“Boss. …Boss. BOSS!”

Angel jerked awake. “Huh? Wzza?”

Angel’s secretary, Harmony Kendall, was standing in front of his desk, looking at him strangely. “Are you ok, Boss? It’s not like you to fall asleep. And you sounded kind of…sick. You were moaning—”

“Uh,” Angel interjected, sliding his chair further under his desk to hide the wet spot on the front of his slacks. “Did you, um, need something, Harmony?”

“Mrs. Wendell called again. She wants you to call her back about her case. I brought you the file.” Harmony handed over the accounting records he needed.

“Oh, ok. Thanks, Harmony.” They just stared at each other until Harmony got the picture and turned to leave his office.

She turned back again at the door. “Boss?”

Angel sighed irritably, scrubbing at his face. “What?

“Jeez, don’t have you get all testy. I’m just…are you sure you’re ok?”

Angel softened a little. Harmony was nosy, and kind of a ditz, but she meant well. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“…Okay, if you say so. Sounded like a bad nightmare though. Oh, and you have some drool….” She wiped at her mouth in demonstration, and left while he was cleaning it off.

Christ, speaking of sick. Where the hell had that dream come from? What kind of guy dreamed something like that? Especially so…vividly, like it was a memory rather than just some kind of twisted fantasy…well, of course not a fantasy, but…a thing….

It had never happened, of course. Well, part of it had. The forgotten birthday, and Liam crying. But Angel remembered what had happened after that. Liam had cried himself out, and Angelus had come in and said…something scathing, Angel didn’t remember what, and then they’d had ice cream and cake before all retiring to their rooms.

That was how it had happened. He remembered. There was no…touching, or kissing, or anything like that. Because that would have been weird, and wrong. It definitely hadn’t happened that way.

Couldn’t have.

Instead, he just had wet dreams about things like that.

Fuck.

angst happens...

Date: 2006-08-26 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanyg.livejournal.com
Interesting concept of turning the three faces of Angel into triplets. I like how you show the manipulative nature of Angelus and still show the bond he feels for the other two. Good job!

Date: 2006-08-26 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thanks! you know, people do it with Spike and William, but William really does nothing for me, on your average day.

I like how you show the manipulative nature of Angelus and still show the bond he feels for the other two.
yeah, I wanted Angelus to still be *Angelus*, but they're all brothers, triplets at that, so I think they would have a strong bond. no matter how much Angelus scoffs and showboats :)

glad you enjoyed this!

Date: 2006-08-26 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanyg.livejournal.com
Hee! I have seen the Spike/William fics out there. Now you've got me thinking of the triplets and those annoying twins next door. Too many bodies for anyone to handle, I think. *g*

Date: 2006-08-26 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
lmao. yeah

I actually think that after this fic is wrapped, I'm going to do a ficlet in which Angelus catches Spike hitting on Liam, and brings him back to the mansion to be tied up and...stuff. <coughs> I am of the opinion that in fic, you can never have too many bodies! lol.

Date: 2006-08-26 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romanyg.livejournal.com
You can add as many as you like. I won't be the one to say, "Hey!" *g*

Date: 2006-08-26 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kindredspirit75.livejournal.com
Wow! This chapter was as hot as the first. I'm really enjoying this ship. You've given each character their own personality and it's working for me. I can see triplets but with each one being a seperate part of the other. Excellent!

Date: 2006-08-26 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thanks! glad you liked it.

yeah I struggled when I first started writing it at making them 3 distinct personalities. I think with Angel and Angelus, it's easy (for obvious reasons) but Liam was *hard*, considering how little we know about him, really. you basically get one or two days of his life in canon. he didn't seem as wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve as I've made him, but I had to do something to make him different from the other two, and hey...he's an irish drunkard...he's entitled to get sentimental!

Date: 2006-08-26 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/woman_of_/
Excellent, unsure whither Angel is reliving an actual event, that he is regressing and denying...sure is will all become clear soon.

Date: 2006-08-26 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thanks! yeah, I do kind of get into it later, but since I'm not sure how long before I post anything beyond Chapter 3 (which I'm about to put up), I'll say...denial isn't just a river. it's Angel's second home.

Date: 2006-08-27 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] incasink.livejournal.com
You could even take this story on a metaphorical level, like character exploration. Angel feels attracted to the other two, Liam and Angelus because of his confidence and the way he knows what he wants and he takes what he wants (exemplified by the "dream" he had). Like they're all tied together and Angel sorta yearns for both those versions of himself (Angelus more it would seem at the mo) because they are free-er than he is?

I don't know if I'm explaining it well...

Date: 2006-08-27 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
you just put a big smile on my face <squishes you>

because yeah, in a lot of ways it is a character exploration. I started out writing it as just dirty smut, because...well...it was a hot concept. but then as I was trying to get the dynamics between the three "personalities" parsed out, things started happening, like what you talked about. also, the fact that they both ignore Liam in their decision-making is funny to me. with Spike, his *human* personality was always his alter-ego, even after he got the soul...with Angel, his human personality doesn't even register with people...it's all about Angel or Angelus.

thanks for respecting my fic for more than its hot little body. lol.

Date: 2006-08-27 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] denied-heaven.livejournal.com
ungh
..
damn yeah *cough*
...
*runs off to chapter 3 real fast-like*

Date: 2006-08-27 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
lol. yeah, I didn't pull the punches.

Date: 2006-08-27 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jans-intentions.livejournal.com
Whoa. Well, you convinced me it was a good idea they get down. *laughs*

Date: 2006-08-27 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
lmao. yeah, they're pretty together. poor Angel, though. I'm laying him out on the sacrificial alter of angst. lol.

Date: 2006-08-27 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Yay the next chapter!
That flashback was so hot! Wohooo!
Can't wait to read the next chapter - good that it is already on and I don't have to wait! *grins*

kitty

Date: 2006-08-27 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitty3101.livejournal.com
*lol* I was so excited about this chapter that I forgot to log me in! *giggles*

Date: 2006-08-27 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
lol, glad I got you excited ;)

so glad you enjoyed the flashback. they're young but it's so hot <ducks head>

Date: 2006-08-27 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitty3101.livejournal.com
Young and hot! I want more flashbacks! *eg*
We are very bad and naughty girls, aren't we? *giggles*

Date: 2006-08-27 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
lmao. well I am almost certain there's going to be one more, when the boys are 16 or thereabouts. maybe 15. I can't predict how porny it will be, since it is Angel's memory of the day he stopped messing around with his brothers, the first time.

Date: 2006-11-02 03:50 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] laisserais
interesting that Liam is the youngest. He being the wellspring for both.

and so interesting that Angelus is the dominant- his effectiveness comes from the same place as his -not cynicism, exactly...- he can make Angel feel better, take control of situations. this seems totally believable. He is the leader. it's like angelus' grey-area morality, his attention to pleasure, gives him an authority. Like he is willing to admit to his feelings, and so has control.

So now, I wonder, what's going on with Angel? This practical one. duty-bound. moral- stomping down on pleasure. black and white morality. hmm, just a wet dream, ey?

Nice: So Angel and Angelus are both sort of larger-than-life, co-guardians of Liam. Id, superego, and ego. sort of. with hotness.

And good call on having absentee parents and trust funds. Makes it so much more convenient for smut to happen! ;) Now all Angelus has to overcome is the tiny part of Angel that's resisting. No problem at all!

Date: 2006-11-02 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
interesting that Liam is the youngest. He being the wellspring for both.
so funny to hear it from that angle! I was thinking that chronologically, Liam was younger than Angel and Angelus, and certainly was emotionally as well.

Angelus is definitely dominant to Liam. he's definitely the *strongest* one here, in terms of admitting what he wants...what they all want. I think things between Angel and Angelus are a little less clear, who tops who. I'm going to have fun playing with that one.

hmm, just a wet dream, ey?
*snickers* he is a little too adamant about that, isn't he?

I use a lot of absentee parents. lol. it's so convenient!

and I do believe Angelus will win. eventually. I just have a hunch ;)

Date: 2007-01-16 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emu-stand-bi.livejournal.com
It had never happened, of course. Well, part of it had. The forgotten birthday, and Liam crying. But Angel remembered what had happened after that. Liam had cried himself out, and Angelus had come in and said…something scathing, Angel didn’t remember what, and then they’d had ice cream and cake before all retiring to their rooms.

sooo...has Angel just denied that this has happened so many times that he's started to believe it? Or he just denies this stuff because it's easier...

yeah...hmmm...I should probably read the next 2 chapters huh?

But first I'd just like to say that Angel has hot wet dreams ;)

Date: 2007-01-16 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
Angel has some serious denial issues in this fic, for sure. which is kind of his modus operendi in canon, imo. see: Angelus and I are separate people.

I'm glad you enjoyed the wet dream / memory :D

Date: 2007-04-15 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icemink.livejournal.com
Love it. Especially how it's not quite clear if the dream ever happened or not. I think it probably did, but the ambiguity at this point in the story is great.

Also I love the Liam is the youngest. On the one had it seems backwards because Liam predates both Angelus and Angel, but if you think about Liam died at 20 or so, so he never got the chance to grow up, whereas both Angelus and Angel were fully adults.

Date: 2007-04-16 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thanks! I kept the dream purposely ambiguous at this point, and I'm glad it worked that way.

if you think about Liam died at 20 or so, so he never got the chance to grow up, whereas both Angelus and Angel were fully adults.
that's exactly what I was thinking. funny thing is, I didn't think of it the other way around until someone else mentioned that they thought that was funny.

Date: 2007-11-05 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobusy2write.livejournal.com
*cough* So I have this hard and fast rule about how young the characters can be that I read porn between. And usually, that hard and fast age is fifteen, even though, heh, I was making out with the girl from across the street when I was twelve and she was thirteen, but yeah. Anyway, you just blew that out of the water, haha. Holy hell that was hot. And I know that wasn't completely the point of writing it, but it *so* was. Love, love, love that Angelus is dominant to Liam (meant to mention that last chapter, but forgot), but then it comes to Angel, and it's not so clear cut. Angelus obviously thought he was going to be in control of that whole thing, and maybe he was to start, but then Angel turned in on it's ear by rolling over on him and Angelus *let* him. I loved that most of all. Great twist there.

Also? *pets Angel* That boy is in some serious denial. Can't wait to see what happens when he can't deny anymore.

Hee! At Liam's cooking habits. Picking shells out of his mouth and 'crunching' on his eggs...that was great.

Oh and (from a reply of yours to another comment):

I actually think that after this fic is wrapped, I'm going to do a ficlet in which Angelus catches Spike hitting on Liam, and brings him back to the mansion to be tied up and...stuff.

*whimpers* Yes please? ;-)

Date: 2007-11-06 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
haha yeeeaaaaahhhh they're too young here, haha. but the older they got, the less likely they'd be to try incest, I thought, so I tried to hit them when the hormones were in full swing and they didn't have any handle on the whole puberty thing yet.

Love, love, love that Angelus is dominant to Liam (meant to mention that last chapter, but forgot), but then it comes to Angel, and it's not so clear cut.
heehee! there's more where that came from :) who tops is all really symbolic in this fic, haha.

the crunchy eggs is TOTALLY my favorite part. god. man I love that bit. and Angel's woe over his cookware. glad you enjoyed it :)

uh yeah *cough* if I ever manage to write the ending for this damn thing, which has been a sticking point, I hope to write the spike one-off shortly thereafter. I have this whole image of. *cough* yeah.

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