spiceblueeyes | Wesley, Lighter, Angel's Office

This was what I did for the Nekid number prompt over at

nekid_spike, I had fun with it. Couldn't come up with a title though. I've never written Wesley before, so he may be a little ooc.

Rating:PG-13
Warnings:none
Summary: Wesley finds Spike's lighter.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine :(
Word Count: 698

Wesley sighed, sitting in a chair opposite Angel, his desk between them. Angel had called him into his office to discuss a new, or rather old, prophecy. A prophecy that Wesley had already figured out was fake, and the date it would have come to pass was over a hundred years ago. Why Angel was worrying about it now was a mystery, but he didn’t really care, he just wanted to get back to his own office.

Angel reached down under his desk and opened a drawer, rummaging around for some paper. Glancing at the clock on the desk, and had he really only been here for ten minutes? He saw Spike’s infamous Zippo lighter sitting next to it. He had probably left it here in his haste to leave his own thirty minutes of slow and painful torture, cleverly disguised as a “briefing.” Wesley pocketed it, he could give it back to Spike next time he saw him.

Five minutes later Wesley was nodding and trying to look interested as Angel went on about ancient calendars and translations. Suddenly the office door opened and Spike came strolling in. He was wearing his customary outfit, black jeans, black t-shirt, and of course his black leather duster.

“Hey Peaches, you seen my lighter? I think I might have left it in here.” Spike walked up to the desk, standing right next to where Wesley was sitting, but completely ignoring him.

“No Spike, I haven’t seen your lighter.” Angel’s voice had more than a note of exasperation in it.

“You sure, cause this is the last place I know I had it.” Spike’s eyes scanned the desk and room, searching.

“Try Harmony’s desk, she likes to pick up shiny things.”

Spike gave Angel a look, “right then, I’ll do that,” and walked out of the room.

Returning to pretty much ignoring everything Angel was saying, Wesley wondered why he hadn’t just given Spike the lighter. Everyone knew that lighter meant a lot to Spike, he’d had it for a very long time. It was also one of the few things that had rematerialized with him after he closed the Sunnydale Hellmouth. As such, it was precious to Spike, and he normally kept it with him wherever he went.

Thinking about it, Wesley decided that he’d kept the lighter because Spike had ignored him. When he’d come into the room, he hadn’t said “hello” or “Hey watcher” or even “Percy,” the nickname that Spike knew Wesley hated. He hadn’t even looked at him, and Wesley had spent enough time in his life being invisible, so if the vampire wanted his lighter, he was going to have to wait until Wesley decided to give it to him, if Wesley decided to give it to him.

Three minutes left to this damnable meeting, and then he would be free. He tried not to fidget in his chair. Two minutes, and he shifts in his seat. One minute and he says all the appropriate things, “yes Angel, I’ll do that Angel, no problem Angel.”

Finally he walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath to relax, he pulls the lighter out of his pocket and looks at it.

“Ah ha!” Spike points at Wesley and saunters towards him, “so you’re the lighter thief.” Wesley backs up against the wall, with Spike’s body inches away from his own.

“Spike, I was just going to give it back to you.” Wesley appeared calm and composed on the outside, but his heart started to beat faster. Something Spike could surely hear.

“Sure you were pet,” Spike smirked. “I bet you had it the whole time, didn’t you.”Spike stroked one finger slowly down the side of his face. Wesley wanted to protest that no, he had only found it in Angel’s office, he hadn’t had it the whole time, but his vocal cords weren’t cooperating.

“That’s a very naughty trick, taking my lighter; someone’s wantin’ to be punished.” Wesley gave a soft gasp at both Spike’s words and the erection suddenly pushed against his own.

Maybe it was okay if Spike thought he took his lighter.

Wonder what he could take next?