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Self-Destruct (1/?)

Fandom: Buffyverse, Iggy Pop RPF

Rating: M (this chapter)

Pairing: Angel/Iggy Pop/Spike

Word Count: 2501

Warnings: 70′s Spangel, morally conflicted Angel, RPF, pre-series, blood and violence, punk era Spike, brief heavy petting, angst, dark fic

Summary: After his failure to save the man at the donut shop, Angel continues to spiral. And with Spike in town, things can only get better...right?

A/N: Set directly after the events seen during Angelus & Faith’s lil stroll down memory lane in Orpheus and shortly after Spike kills Nikki Wood (as seen in Fool for Love/Lies My Parents Told Me). Written for @leatafandom to make up for her gifter disappearing into the ether. I was struck with the inspiration for this after listening to I Wanna Be Your Dog and had to add Iggy into the mix just to torture Angel a lil more with an extra blue-eyed, blonde boy who is just oh so pretty and has a masochistic streak. Future parts will have BDSM threaded through it, but ramped to a vampiric level, and possibly a darker Angel than I typically write. We’ll see.

Squares Filled: Addict/Dealer ( @anyfandomdarkbingo ), emotion control ( @badthingshappenbingo ), “Do you even care?” ( @mfbingo ), skeletons in their closet ( @thebo3bingo )

So messed up, I want you here

In my room, I want you here

Now we're gonna be face-to-face

And I'll lay right down in my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sands

New York, 1977 

Angel stared down at his hands, blood washed away, but still there, the memory of the night before flashing through his mind. Made the soul cry and wrench, made the demon howl and rattle the bars of its cage. The sun was down now and he'd not managed more than an hour or two of uneasy sleep.

After he'd run from the donut shop and the now dead young man, Angel had scurried back to the motel he had taken residency in, barred the door as if that could protect the outside world from his renewed hunger. He tore his clothes off and stepped into the shower, scouring his flesh with water as hot as the rusting pipes allowed and the harsh soap the staff provided, scrubbing every trace of blood from his skin until the water ran clean, and then scrubbed further still as if it could penetrate through flesh and bone and clear this new stain from his soul. 

Naked and shivering, he'd crawled into bed, bloodlust still pounding away inside him, gnawing like a rat as he tried to shut out the sounds of the city, all those beating hearts and stomping feet traipsing across streets that never slept, scent of warm, sweating flesh permeating the air. Dawn came, and with it new scents and sounds, but the same, nightlife trading places with its daytime counterpart, sequins and leather replaced by business suits and conservative skirts. 

He could still taste the man on tongue, cloying but oh so potent, filling his senses and leaving him feeling like an addict itching for his next fix before it had even left his system. Sleep came in fitful stutters as the hours passed by, disturbed and disrupted by his latest misdeed and the countless others that had been haunting for nearly eighty years. He'd been able to push it down to a dull ache for the past few decades, but now it was back with a vengeance, clawing and tearing at his insides, bombarding him with flashes of memory, scarlet and raging. 

As the sun set, he managed to ignore it all enough to rise from the bed and dress. Wouldn't have bothered, but underneath all the screaming and crying within, beneath the rumble and roar outside, something familiar had seeped in. Something familial. One of his was here, somewhere in the city, close enough he could feel the tug in his blood. Kin. One who could help at least the demon, if not the soul.

Sneaking out the back entrance of the motel, avoiding as many of the human occupants as possible, he kept to the shadows as he scented out Aurelian blood. Smoke and whiskey, cornflowers and honeysuckle. The boy. His boy. Maybe he could relieve the soul, after all. Wouldn't take much convincing, surely the younger vampire would at least want recompense for the way things ended on the submarine thirty-four years ago. 

As he tracked Spike through the alleys and city streets, his thoughts turned to Lawson. He couldn't smell the Childe, wondered if he'd survived, if Spike had bothered to teach him anything of what he was. Would be better off for them both if the former sailor was well away from here, he'd hate to have to make good on his promise. 

Making his way through the crowded streets of the Bowery, Angel tried to shut out the smell of sweat and pumping blood, focusing on Spike's unique scent. His demon was slathering inside, urging him to lull some easy target into the shadows for a quick bite. After all, what was one more black mark on his already charred soul? Still, he resisted.

As he closed in on Spike, he loosened the demon's leash slightly. In order for the soul to get what it wanted, the demon would need to take control for a little while, smooth the way. 

He came to a stop a few feet from a noisy club, dozens of punked out twenty-year-olds milling around outside its doors and along the block. The smell of leather and metal and that acrid sting of hair care product overwhelmed his senses at first until he could filter through it all and hone in on his quarry. 

Trust Spike to fall in with the punk scene. Of course, he would love the thrash and bash and violence of it all. And that lingering spot of William would feel out the poetry, the emotion, behind the rebellion. No flared slacks and roller-disco's for his boy, not enough substance under the glitter. 

He locked his gaze on the younger vampire as he snuck towards him from behind. Leather duster, different from the one before, made for a woman, it seemed. Hair no longer boot-black, but bleached white, a shock of curls on top of his head. Spike was concentrating on his conversation with another man, this one slightly shorter, but slim and well-muscled, his shoulder-length hair straggly and dirty blonde. Angel was close enough now to see his eyes, blue just like Spike's, and darkening as the pair spoke. He wondered for half a second if Spike had chosen this one in expectation of their reunion, but quickly dismissed the thought, their interaction spoke of deeper intimacy than a first time pick-up. 

Pushing through the last few people separating him from the blondes, Angel pressed up behind Spike, wrapping a restraining arm around his slender waist and tugging him back against his chest. Spike barely even flinched before relaxing in his embrace.

"Thought I taught you to always watch your perimeter, boy", Angel husked in Spike's ear, Angelus prominent in his voice.

"Like I didn't sense you the moment I set foot in your neighborhood, Angelus? Knew you were following me tonight, luv, and I can guess what you came looking for."

Angel bit back a growl as he felt Spike's ass shift teasingly over his groin. The dirty blonde in front of them cleared his throat and cast a questioning look at Spike. 

"Friend of yours, Spike", the man asked with a smirk. 

Spike disentangled himself from Angel's grasp and looked between the two knowingly. 

"Don't worry, Ig, Angelus an' I go way back. Angelus, meet Iggy Pop, Iggy, pet, meet Angelus." 

"Oh, yeah?" Iggy's face brightened at that, blue eyes sparking in a way that made the demon inside lick its lips. He stuck his hand out for Angel to shake, pupils dilating further at the feel of his colder flesh. Even among the sea of pheromones wafting off the humans both inside and outside the bar, Angel could damn near feel the arousal pouring off the short blonde. "Spike's talked about you, good to finally meet you, man."

Angel's eyes widened slightly at that, and he looked over at Spike questioningly. Spike merely quirked an eyebrow.

"Ig's here's in the music biz, got a few records out an' everything." 

Still perturbed by Spike's ease with the human and the young man's seeming knowledge of what Spike was, he pulled Spike back to him and lowered his voice so Iggy wouldn't hear.

"He knows?"

"Uh-huh, got my very own Renfield, without all the bug eating, of course. God, I love this decade, especially in this city." He felt Angel’s grip tighten around him possessively and scoffed. “Oi, come off it, Peaches, not his bloody trull, yeah? Not goin’ round like some fanged rent-boy, jus’ got an understanding with the bloke.” 

Spike turned in Angel's arms and pushed him back against the wall. He stared up at the brunette and felt a thrill race down his spine at the heat in those chocolate eyes. He knew Iggy was watching them still, but he couldn’t help himself from letting his guard down for a moment, his hand raising to cup Angel's face and pull him into a brief kiss. Angel tried to deepen it, but Spike pulled away with a smirk. Angel bit back a groan of annoyance, that teasing taste of his boy's lips sparking his need higher. He needed blood and pain, the human's or his own, didn't even matter anymore, and he knew only Spike could give it to him tonight. 

"Been down this side of town a couple times a week these past two months, pet. Wondered if you were ever gonna come seek me out. So, before you go draggin’ off to some alley or something, Pops, tell me, can I bring a friend over to play?”

Angel looked over Spike’s shoulder at the musician, eyes raking over the slight but pleasing figure, so reminiscent of the William he once knew. He nodded and, as if on cue, Iggy crossed the few feet between them. 

“Let me just go tell Hilly there’s been a change of plans, then, Spike. Be right back.”

Spike stopped him from turning with a touch and handed him a twenty dollar bill.

“See if you can pry a bottle of whiskey from the old man’s fingers, eh, pet?”

Turning his attention back to Spike as Iggy walked away, Angel finally took his first good look at Spike’s new look, his cock hardening as his gaze traveled from head to toe. There were piercings in his ears, and a safety pin stuck through his eyebrow over his old Slayer scar. A chain with a small lock on it hung around his neck alongside a pair of dog tags he must've taken from a victim, and rings adorned his fingers. Under the leather jacket, he wore a black graphic tee with a rip through the image. Two belts were buckled around his slim waist, one studded with metal and looped through his faded blue jeans, the other loosely sitting over his hips and littered with d-rings like an invitation. The jeans themselves had tears in the knee and opposite thigh, flashing pale skin that tantalized the demon within. The cuffs of the jeans were tucked into a pair of combat boots the blonde must've nicked from an army surplus store. His boy could look good in a burlap sack, and this outfit just screamed of dangerous, dirty fun.

Spike's grin widened and he pressed himself against Angel's bulk, pulling him from his appraisal. 

"Haven't asked 'bout my new coat yet, you'll never guess where I got it."

"Well, it is a sight better than the last one, boy, if a bit feminine. Tell me, then."

Spike flashed him a Cheshire smile and turned around again, pulling Angel's arms back around him and resting his head back against his chest.

“Oh, she was a right treat, best fight I’ve had in a long time.” Spike squirmed teasingly in Angel’s embrace, pushing his backside against the prominent bulge he could feel tenting the older vampire’s pants. “Got my second Slayer kill, I did. Just last night. Christ, I’d almost forgotten what a rush you get from drainin’ one of them chits. Can still feel her in my blood, luv. Might let you have a taste, Angelus, if you play nice.”

Angel let out a soft growl, his soul pushed further back by the demon at the offer. Spike turned to face him again, hungry smile gone. There was a curious glint in his eye as he looked up at the elder vampire. 

“Who’s tonight for then, luv, you or me?” The look on Angel’s face was all the answer he needed. He laid a palm on Angel’s chest, close to his still heart. “What the hell’s happened to you, Angelus? Smelled it in the sub, smell it more now. And less. You smell more like them, like humans, than of demon. Yet you feel darker than I ever remember. I can't figure it out."

"Do you even care?" 

"Nah, not really. Just so long as you know how tonight's gonna go."

Without waiting for a response, Spike pulled Angel's head down for a bruising kiss, the potent blood in his veins and the scent of his Grandsire's arousal stiffening his cock almost painfully. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Spike shifted and swiftly pierced his index finger with a fang before letting his human facade fall back into place. A drop of blood welled up from the small puncture and he raised hand to Angel's mouth, smearing the ruby liquid to his bottom lip.

Angel licked the blood away with a shudder and Spike let out a low groan as he leaned forward and captured the still-bleeding finger between his lips, his tongue flicking over the pad until the wound healed. His hand fisted Spike's jacket as the taste of Slayer and Aurelian coated his mouth, and he pulled Spike closer against him, bucking his hips forward to thrust his groin against the blonde's and moaning at the feel of his matching hardness. Angelus was closer to the surface than he had been in a long time, closer, even, than he had been when he'd let the Thesulac demon have its way with the patrons of the Hyperion twenty-five years ago.

 "Like it, don't ya, pet? Feel that power, Angel-mm!"

Angel had released the healed finger and bent his head to cover Spike's mouth with his own, his tongue delving through the parted lips before the younger vampire could finish his sentence. Spike snarled and groaned against his lips, hands pushing under his suede jacket to clutch at his back through the silk of his shirt. 

The pair reluctantly broke apart when someone close by cleared their throat, their heads turning in unison towards the sound, ready to flash fang at whoever had interrupted them. Iggy stood beside them with the acquired whiskey bottle in hand and a big grin on his face.

"You two gonna stand here all night suckin' face and grinding on each other or are we gonna have some real fun?"

"I thought you said he knew what you are? Shouldn't he be afraid to talk to us like that?"

Spike chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"He does, he's just itchin' for a bit of a lesson in respect. Isn't that right, pet?"

"If you ever get your ass movin'!" Iggy's grin grew wider. "Unless you wanted to give this crowd a better show than the one playin' inside."

"Cheeky boy. Much as I'm sure Angelus' exhibition streak would approve, my gear ain't on hand, so maybe next time, Ig."

Angel let out a low growl at the thought of the suggested show, unsure of how he felt about so many humans bearing witness to their coupling and his self-sought punishment.

"Well, c'mon then, Econline's just down the block. Gonna make me beg for it, Spike?"

"You'll be begging soon enough, pet." Spike grinned with a flash of fang that had Iggy suppressing a needy groan and looped his arm through Angel's to lead him towards Iggy's van. Iggy let out a whoop of excitement that had half the milling crowd staring at their departure and responding in kind as he barreled through the press of bodies. "C'mon, Sire, let's get you sorted out, yeah?"

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