Spike & Vortigern
Spike tapped carefully on the sewer entrance to the Wolfram and Hart. Vortigern snickered next to him.
"I thought you knew how to get into this place by ways other then the front doors."
"I do...Peaches has just changed the locks."
Spike eventually just punched through the cover and groped for the lock before managing to flip it off. He climbed through and then leant down to give Vortigern a hand up. The mutant made a small light and moved it around so he could see.
"Mmmm...filing cabinets, how nice," he commented.
Spike grinned.
"Let's get out of here before the alarm I tripped brings the security gaurds."
A few out cold men later, they were walking into the foyer. Spike turned his head and waggled his fingers impudently at a seeming human outside the doors. It snarled at him and moved away.
Vortigern snickered and cuddled more into Spike's side.
"Ha."
"They won't take on this place," Spike said confidentally.
"We lay low a bit, make Peaches annoyed as all hell if we can, and then when they decide that it's not worth their time, they'll bugger off."
Spike turned and then grinned.
"Speak of the devil with a face of an angel, there he is now!"
Angel and Faith
"Spike, Vortigern," Angel said, as he came out of his office, Faith beside him, with Fred trailing behind, spouting some sort of nonsense about bio physics... or something as equally boring.
"Blondey bear?" Harmony said, standing up.
"What are you doing here?"
Vortigern, Spike & Wesley
"Blondey bear?" Vortigern repeated in disbelief, then started to snicker.
Spike frowned and jabbed his lover in the side.
"S'not that funny, shut yer gob!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
Vortigern slipped to the floor and Spike nudged him in the side slightly before the teen rolled away, still snickering.
"Hehehe...blondey bear...hahaha..."
"Damn, I really do remember why I staked you," Spike told Harmony.
Vortigern's snickers stilled slightly, even though he was still stretched out on the ground.
"Ah...Spike, Vortigern," Wesley said.
He skirted Vortigern carefully and went to stand near Angel.
"I was looking at some of the more obscure Nordic texts on Valkyries and..."
He glanced over at Vortigern and Spike, words faltering as he caught sight of the tattoo on the teen's cheek. The stars and moon of Aurelius. He walked over to Vortigern and turned the teen's head back to him, checking what he had thought he saw, then sliding the cuffs of his shirt up to see if what he though Spike had done was correct.
"Hey, hands off mme boy!" SPike protested with a snarl.
"Good lord, Spike, do you have any idea what you've done?!"
Spike looked vaguely guilty, angry, sulky and defensive, all at the same time.
Angel and Faith
"Blondey bear, why didn't you caaaaaaaallllll?" Harmony said, drawing out the last word in this annoying whine.
Angel winced.
"I think you may have just answered your own question," Faith put in.
Fred glared at Faith.
"Don't be rude to her."
Faith raised an eyebrow.
"You wanna throw down over it?"
Fred inched away from the Slayer.
"What did you need?" Angel asked patiently, ignoring Harmony's loud dramatic sobs of anguish, which sounded distinctly like a cat being strangled.
Vortigern, Spike & Wesley
Vortigern rubbed up against Spike like a cat, sliding a hand up the inside of his shirt.
"I'm assuming you slept with her. Make me feel better, make her dust."
"Sure, pet," Spike said happily.
"Anything to stop that bloody noise."
"No staking the secretary," Wesley said.
"Spike..."
Spike pouted.
"Wot?"
"I'm assuming you didn't know that the symbols you've decorated your Mate with, their location, colour, size and approximate meanings are extremely holy to the Coriean demonic race?"
Spike shifted his eyes from Wesley's.
"Spike, you may have started a demonic war. Congratulations."
Angel, Gunn and Faith
Angel groaned.
"Tell me you didn't."
Fred looked scared and backed behind Wesley again.
Gunn stepped into the lobby, hearing the last bit of the discussion.
"Can be averted though, right, Wes?"
Finally getting frustrated, Faith backhanded Harmony in the face, promptly knocking her out and stopping the noise.
Spike, Vortigern & Wesley
Spike nuzzled into Vortigern's neck, avoiding the questions for a moment. Vortigern moaned.
"Spike. DO not avoid the subject," Wesley said calmly.
"Usually, the only way a Coriean would declare themselves appeased if someone copied their own clan, ritualistic and mating markings would be to kill the perpertrator. However, what Spike has designed to be put on Vortigern is remniscent of a priest's marking, thus offending the entire race."
"What, these?" Vortigern finally detached himself from Spike to show the tattoos that were the source of all the problems to say.
He rolled up his sleeves. On the inside of one forearm was a railroad spike with beautifully detailed linework and a cursive 'W' and 'B' curling around it in red script. The other forearm displayed a stake with a red cursive 'S' around it. The sign of Aurileus was on his left cheek.
"Yes, those," Wesley gritted out.
"And not only will the Corieans be after you, they will then extend their honour feud to the entire line of Aurelius. I expect we'll be hearing from their lawyers shortly to discuss this with Angel. If they don't decide to just start killing first."
Vortigern shrugged.
"Whoops?"
Gunn and Angel
"They won't," Gunn said.
"Not with us owning Wolfram and Hart. Any demonic clan knows better than to start that, even the Corieans. It's not courteous, and when it comes to these sort of matters in court, they're always courteous."
Gunn shrugged at Fred's stare.
"Gave me demon smarts too."
Angel nodded.
"So... feud on our hands. Nice work, Spike."
"But I think we could avoid it, Wolfram and Hart are good at making our little problems go away."
"You turned evil faster than I thought you would," Fred said softly.
Spike,
"Sodding brillian work!" Spike agreed.
"Makes unlife interesting, these sort of things."
Vortigern leaned into Spike, brown eyes mocking and small smile playing over his lips.
"Oh, come on, miss. It's more fun to be bad."
"Even so," Wesley said to Gunn.
"This isn't about legalities anymore. This is a matter of honour, which can only be paid in blood. The...black mark wiped off their collective soul by most assuredly the human who is wearing their marks and also by any who are associated with him and by using the Aurilius symbol, anyone connected to the clan."
He wiped his glasses in drustration.
"Besides, any society has its fanatics who will not want to wait on the courts. And the Corieans are a widespread species."
Angel and Gunn
Fred looked even more scared, murmuring something about wanting to go far away.
"So, when do we meet?" Angel asked.
"And how to we prevent everyone from dying?" Gunn chimed in
Vortigern, Spike & Wesley
"We were more or less hoping on staying here while they give up," Vortigern said.
"Is that alright?"
Spike whistled slightly while Wesley glared at him.
"Oh, don't get yer knickers in a twist, Wimpley. They do give up after a while, I know these blokes. Scatterbrains."
"Not with something taboo and consecrated, Spike," Wesley growled.
"We wait until they contact us. They will probably do so shortly. In the mean time, we prevent them from making Mr Llewlyn into a throw rug and Spike into a small pile of ash."
Angel and Gunn
Harmony recovered from the punch Faith had given her and stood up, rubbing her cheek.
"Personally, I think blondey bear would be an improvement as a pile of ash."
Angel ignored Harmony and nodded at Wesley.
"Ok, we'll do this thing then."
"I'll play legal rep," Gunn said.
Spike, Vortigern & Wesley
"Oh, thank you most beneficent clan leader," Spike said mockingly, bowing his head slightly in a sarcastic fashion.
Vortigern rammed an elbow in his stomach.
"Play nice with the people who are protecting us from the highly pissed off thermonuclear razorblades, loooover. Mmm. Yes."
The teen nuzzled at Spike's neck while Spike put a hand on his ass.
Wesley sighed and averted his eyes.
"I will go brush up on my etiquettite for dealing with a Coreian priest. I think they will send one. And Angel? Can we put them in a room far from our eyes? And out of earshot."
A small group of women, plus a few men, were standing to one side and drooling (metophorically speaking) over the semi-sex with clothes on happening in the lobby between two highly attractive men.
Angel
"Harmony, can you take them to the guest level?"
Harmony grumbled something about hating Spike, then reluctantly led them off.
Angel rolled his eyes at his secretary, and then barked at everyone to get to work.
Worried that they'd be killed, like so many of the employees had, the group watching skittered off.
Wesley, Spike & Vortigern
Wesley shook his head and then went to get ready for whenever the Coreains arrived, as well as continuing his previous lines of research.
Spike and Vortigern went off to have obnoxiously loud sex.