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Set in S5 of AtS. No spoilers.
Overlooking the Obvious
Spike slams his hands down on Angel’s desk, pretty face pouty as he whines for a new car.
Angel waits patiently as Spike’s voice tails off and his eyes sharpen as he sniffs and looks astonished then gleeful.
It’s all very dramatic and creature of the night but it’s a little overdone.
Don’t need a good sense of smell to know Angel fucked Wes on that desk ten minutes ago.
Just need eyes.
Because Wes is kneeling naked in the corner being punished.
And Spike’s hand is in the reason why.
Wes comes when he’s told or not at all.
Overlooking the Obvious
Spike slams his hands down on Angel’s desk, pretty face pouty as he whines for a new car.
Angel waits patiently as Spike’s voice tails off and his eyes sharpen as he sniffs and looks astonished then gleeful.
It’s all very dramatic and creature of the night but it’s a little overdone.
Don’t need a good sense of smell to know Angel fucked Wes on that desk ten minutes ago.
Just need eyes.
Because Wes is kneeling naked in the corner being punished.
And Spike’s hand is in the reason why.
Wes comes when he’s told or not at all.