Honorable
Sons: 32
by Josie_h
Notes
The two tiny forms woke late morning, as the sun rose too high in the sky and its rays moved beyond their window sill. While still in the haze of sleep, Spike tried to work out why he felt so very warm, and wondered vaguely where the velvet covers had come from. Opening his eyes, he met his mate’s smiling pale purple countenance, and the memory of where they were, and why, flooded back in.
Angel reached out and stroked Spike’s upper wing, eliciting a definite purr from his companion, “Hey.”
“Hey” Angel noted the twitch of Spike’s pointed ear along with the answer.
“Plans of today?”
“Can hardly lie here forever can we… Bloody nice though…” Spike grinned and pulled himself up to standing, unfurling his wings in a post nap stretch. Angel marveled once more at Spike’s stunning appearance in his current form.
“Gahh Spike…. I wonder if we have reflections now, ‘cause you should see….” He all but purred, “Wish you could see how very beautiful you are!….”
“Yeah, yeah, come on ya ol’ pouf. Shall we go find sprog and the bit, and guilt trip ‘em some?… Lord knows they deserve it! Look… even me privates are in techicolor! Not to mention bloody microscopic, so are yours – well compared to this time yesterday!”
“Didn’t hear you complaining, or pulling out the magnifying glass for mine, this morning! I seem to recall I was rather a snug fit for your tiny ass.” Angel felt the blood heading to the said anatomy as he recalled their coupling.
Spike tried to look insulted but ended up grinning as he mumbled, “Yeah well… Pillock…. Oi, since we’re all sun resistant, how’s about an explore of the garden…?
Angel moved to sitting, his knees pulled to his chest and wings resting easily behind. “Garden might be nice… strange to see it in the day.”
“Done. Communing with the flowers it is…. Well come on! Only three days of sunshine to go. Time’s a wastin’ mate…” Spike offered his hand, hauled his favorite faerie to standing, then simply lifted off and kept going. Angel snapped his own flying equipment into action as Spike faltered a little with the extra weight.
They quickly established that maneuverability was greatly enhanced when they weren’t connected. Spike immediately took the opportunity to test his ‘dive’ technique, plunging toward the floor, wings near folded, and snapping them open at the last minute to pull up, only soar back toward the ceiling and do it over again. He even managed a couple of ‘barrel rolls’ in a few of the flights back up. All was going well until he accidentally clipped a chair leg in one particularly low swoop and ended up somersaulting his way to a crash landing, much to the amusement of his partner. Angel landed lightly next to his disheveled mate, relieved that no real damage had apparently been incurred, other than to Spike’s dignity.
Angel grinned, but the “You OK?” belied his genuine concern. He carefully lifted Spike to standing, brushed off some dust collected on the velvet wings during the tumble, and checked for signs of injury.
Spike looked rather embarrassed and mumbled, “Yeah, well…Had ta give it a go didn’ I”.
The comment earned him rather an incredulous look, though Angel was satisfied all was well. He reached around to give a squeeze to Spike’s pretty aqua backside then took off. “ K… come on Red Baron… I guess we’d better see if Connor is in the mood to let us out.” Angel was already half way to the door when Spike realized the possible flaw in their outside adventure plan... and resolved to have a quick chat to his Sire before they braved the garden.
Dawn and Connor were both in the study, piles of ancient texts and open spell books strewn all over the desk, while the spare chairs and floor seemed to hold more on the history and anatomy of faeries. Angel and Spike were able to simply flit into the room and hover above the younger two. They were staring at a website which seemed to be devoted to folks who happened to ‘love the little folk’ though on closer examination it was more “loved little folk lovin’. The only odd part was that all the faeries were depicted as female.
Spike recognized the ‘Victorian etchings’ for what they were, female erotica disguised as fantasy. Spike flew closer to their human sized relatives and yelled, “Bloody indecent that’s what that is!! And where does it say all faeries are girls … hmmm!!!??” But his tiny size determined that Spike’s protests went utterly unheard.
His purple companion hovered near him, “Umm You need to get onto the keyboard Spike… It’s a bit slow but …”
Spike rounded on his partner looking utterly incredulous…. “You … *typed* your conversation with the boy??... You did the two footed jig to ask him a question???” Spike went from livid to hysterical with laughter, almost losing altitude as the rhythm of his wing beat faltered a little with his chortling. But eventually he calmed and they both landed on the key board gaining immediate attention from the humans.
The voices of the larger beings seemed loud to the point of painful.
“Oh Oh…. Look at you Spike, you are *so* pretty…. I mean I’m really sorry and all that, but you are just… Well you make a beautiful faerie… oh and Angel…you too.” Dawn was grinning madly with barely a hint of remorse, then giggled as she saw the little aqua figure stamp his foot furiously and take off again. It wasn’t until he took hold of a tiny handful of hair and pulled with all his might, giving her a tweak of pain, that she stopped her giggles. “Oww… Oww!! OK, OK!!!”
Angel jumped onto the keyboard and leapt from one letter to the next until he’d managed “outsde” skipping the ‘i’ as it was simply too far to bother. He gestured to the door, Connor understood and moved to open the sliding door to the patio.
Angel was about to head outside when Spike (who had ceased tormenting Dawn) called him back to the kitchen.
“Weapons!”
“What?”
“Weapons, Sire!! If we’re going to be out and about…”
“Oh right… so… what do you th…”
Spike threw him a toothpick from the small container on the side bench and took one for himself, testing the pointy end and hoping it would be enough … even as a deterrent for… whatever… With no fangs or vampire features he felt vulnerable and in their current form he surmised that they would no doubt qualify as prey for a variety of the local fauna unless suitably armed.
Connor smiled ruefully and wondered what it must feel like as he watched his two tiny fathers fly through the open door and into the sunlit garden. He knew the reason they were in their current state was because of his and Dawn’s error, however seeing Spike do a complete vertical loop as he flew into the sunshine, and Angel following him in a wider arc, he felt a little more jealousy than remorse.
Spike led his fellow faerie on a convoluted route toward a stand of five large silver birch surrounded by a variety of flower bearing shrubs and broad area of ground cover. Angel blanched a little as he saw his tiny aqua mate dive headlong into the dark foliage of a camellia bush, and dearly hoped there were no broken branches or sharp sections of twig that might impale his lovely little partner. Nevertheless he followed, albeit more cautiously.
As he pushed through the shiny greenery he found Spike seated at a fork, leaning casually against one of the thick uprights, swinging one leg and twirling the toothpick like a baton. Spike grinned at his partner, gave him such a lascivious wink that Angel’s newly beating tiny heart skipped a little and he thumped down onto the branch rather more abruptly than intended. Regardless of his inelegant landing (and current position straddled across a side limb of Spike’s camellia) his mate appeared like such a wanton youth welcoming all comers that he attempted (ineffectually) to growl.
Spike laughed with such glee at his Sire’s annoyance that he almost lost his balance and was grateful for his wings. Before Angel could react Spike moved forward and snagged his partner with a lightening fast arm, pulling him down for a passionate kiss…
Angel seemed to forget himself for a moment and dropped into his Irish brogue for the first time in ‘forever’. Spike wondered if, like himself, his Sire felt more akin to the original human they had been. Perhaps their demons had departed or at least withdrawn for the duration of the faerie experience. “T’ be sure y’ must be the naughtiest of the wee folk I’ve ever had the displeasure of kissin’! I’ll put it down to yer breedin’. Nothin’ really special came from that god-aweful isle to the east. Now let’s us find a higher spot…. if ye only…”
Angel was cut off as a very large ginger tabby stalked through the underbrush below them. They both sensed the acute danger.