The Trouble with Bunnies

The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy

The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild

The Trouble With Bunnies

Pairing: Spike/Angel

Summary: Too much coffee, not enough sleep, and an abundance of cold medication.

Feedback: Sure, I could use the laugh.

Distribution: My gift to you. Take it.

Disclaimer: Spike and Angel belong to Joss. The bunnies are mine.

Warning: Smut junkie under the influence of cold medicine. If this scares you, back away slowly.

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Angel looked around the apartment, checking one last time that everything was in place. Spike was coming. It's been two very long weeks since he and his favorite Childe had any time alone together, but tonight was theirs.

Everyone was given the night off. No visions, no demons to fight, and no end of the world catastrophes to stop.

Nope, just him and Spike tonight. And he knew just what he wanted to do with his Childe.

"Well hey there little fellow. Where did you come from?"

*Angel bends over and scoops up the bunny*

"Aren't you a cute little thing."

"Oi, Peaches I'm here!"

"Hey pet, whatcha got there?"

"What' the little bugger doin here?"

"Don't really know. I was just standing here thinking about what I was going to do to you tonight, and he just appeared."

"Oh Hell Peaches, get rid of it!"

"What? Why? It's just a Bunny."

"No, you stupid git, listen to me I know what I'm talking about. That's not an ordinary bunny."

"Spike you're not making sense."

"I'm telling you Peaches this one is different. Get rid of it now while you can."

"Ok, I've had about enough of this. Look I'll sit him over here and we'll just forget about him. I don't want to spend the rest of the night talking about bunnies, when I could be doing something a lot more interesting with you."

"I tried to tell you."

"Listen to me luv. These are not normal bunnies. You start out with one and then you get another, and another, and so on, and so forth. They just keep multiplying like.....well.... bunnies."

"But all I did was think about..."

"Shh. Easy pet. I'll tell what we're gonna do. We'll gather up the ones that are here, and file them away in a safe place till we decide what to do with them."

"Think that will work?"

"It should. Just try not to think any more."

"Right. We can do this."

"Right. Here you hold onto this one and I'll get the one's under the bed."

"Spike! You bent over right in front of me. You know what that does!"

"Ok. Calm down. That was my fault. Sorry luv."

"No Spike, it's not ok. I can't do this. I've been waiting two weeks for this night. All I can think about is you."

"What I want to do to you."

"I've got candles and oil in the bathroom."

"Three tubes of lube on the night stand."

"Rubber sheets on the bed. Raspberry oil next to my pillow. Your favorite chocolate sauce heating in the microwave."

(hop)(hop)(hop)(hop)

Angel looks up to find Spike, game-face on, straddling him on the bed with his hand over Angel's mouth.

"Pfft. Yeah, right. If I take my hand off you're going to keep mum, right?"

They look around the room in awe at the number of bunnies that are there.

*Angel whispers so the bunnies won't hear*

"We created all these?"

"Yeah. And these are just the ones we made tonight."

"This happens every time we...."

"Spike what are we going to do with them all."

*groan* "Do I even want to know?"

"Tomorrow is Anya's birthday."

~ Finished? I think not. ~