Lazy (Buffyverse, Spangel ficlet)

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Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)
Rating: T
Pairing: Spangel
Word Count: 285
Warnings: snark, allusions to past smut
Summary: Spike's in his office...again. 
A/N: Written for agdhani 's Weekend Challenge (went a bit over the 200 words, oops), with the trait Lazy. may end up continuing this in a series of drabbles.

“How many times - get your feet off my desk, Spike.” Angel crossed his office to stand in front of the blonde vampire lounging in the chair across from his own. “Better yet, get out of my office.”

“Like to see you make me, tosser.”

Spike settled further into the leather, crossing his legs with a loud thud of his boots on the polished wood. He smirked up at his Grandsire, daring him to try.

"Dammit, Spike, don't you have anything better to do than lazing around here pissing me off?"

"'M not bloody lazin', pillock. Just got back from workin' a case, a case you claimed you were too busy for, mind. Trying to recover from the work-over those soddin' Grelok's gave me 'fore I finally finished them off."

Angel grunted and shoved Spike’s legs off his desk, walking around it to sit down. Taking a deeper breath to try and calm down, he scented Spike’s blood in the air. An unwanted wave of guilt hit him and he barely bit back a growl of annoyance. He did not need to feel guilty about Spike right now.

“Pain in my ass -"

"Not lately I haven't", Spike muttered petulantly.

Angel looked up, incredulous, certain he’d heard him wrong.

“What?”

“You heard.” Spike heaved himself up from his chair, pulling his duster tighter around himself as he headed for the door. “Since I’m such a bother, I’ll go take my lazy arse over to Percy’s office and see if there’s any more of your work I can do for you, shall I?”

Angel watched his Grandchilde slam the door behind him in flabbergasted silence, his mind providing images he so didn’t have the energy to deal with.