This is for our girl limerickgirl on her Birthday, we hope it's wonderful sweetie. :) (and the rest will be up tonight cause i gotta finish with the beta ...sorry bout that)






Title: You Can Have Your Cake and Eat it Too
Pairing: Spangel
Rating: NC-17
Authors: Vamptastica and Ourmenagerie
Disclaimer: Not our boys but ohhh… baby the things we could do if they we ours.
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Angel and Spike both decided to make their special girl a birthday cake.
Dedicated to our woobie shanny, limerickgirl, Happy Birthday baby! We love you!

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The former cheerleader grinned as she spied on those she held dear from her lofty perch on a nearby cloud.

Ok so it was sneaky.

And no, they didn't have a clue she did it, but hey, dying changed a lot of things for a girl.

But who was close to your heart.... well that was one thing that never changed.



And luckily for them, neither had her penchant for sneak.



She grinned peering down at her family and nodding to herself firmly believing her God-given, literally, right to eavesdrop on their lives.


So many things had happened since her death. Most of it was good but as it always was, not all of it was.

She acutely felt the loss of Wes, Gunn, Fred and even Lindsey in a way.

She had suffered with them as they tried saving the world and putting an end to Wolfram and Hart . And she had even been with them during the entire final fight on that dark rainy night in the back alleys of Los Angeles.

The last hoorah, the final bow, the big exit.

....um...well... for now anyways.

For this year?

This month?

She scrunched up her nose and frowned a bit, her perfectly manicured eyebrows coming closer together as she did.

Great now she was going to get those weird little lines in her forehead again.

She rolled her eyes at herself and quickly settled her mind back onto her friends.

One thing she was eternally greatful for was that both Angel and Spike had managed to end the apocalypse and escape relatively unscathed. Physically at least.

Emotionally? Well that took them both a bit more time.


In the last few months of keeping her watchful eye on the remaining twosome, she’d come to like the bleached blond vamp very much. He’d been in the thick of the fight the entire time and after all was said and done had come through like the champion he was.

Now, he played house with Angel.

Cordy snorted. House.

Even she had to admit it was an interesting turn of events, I mean, who woulda thunk?

Spike and Angel.

Angel and Spike.

William the Bloody and Angelus.

Spike had even managed to turn Angels eternal brooding into a close facsimile of happiness. Contentment, hell, he even smiled every once and a while. And even she could see the good in that.

And if she happened to spy on them in their most intimate moments, well did you want her to do apologize?

*I think NOT.*

Besides, it not only was it good for them to not be alone for all eternity....IT WAS SMOKIN HOT!!!

*We're talking Brad Pitt in his birthday suit, wet from the shower, ooey, gooey, goodness, HOT!!!*.

Not that she had EVER seen that.

She smirked to herself as she watched Spike puttering in the Hyperions kitchen. *Schyeah...*


Truth was, Cordy loved to watch the two vamps when they were having "alone" time. In fact it'd become a major kink of hers as of late.

The things they got up to when they were together, it just flipped... her... switch.

She never knew that gay loving could even be so hot! Fiery hot.

And besides, heaven may be wonderful and peaceful and loving and blahitdy blah blah, but you needed an itch scratched? Sooo not the place.

Not to mention a bit on the boring side. I mean she was a Gucci and Prada gal, not cute baby angels and fluff.

YAWN FEST anyone?

She snickered.

So if she indulged from time to time, well, that was her thing. And anyone not liking it would get a well heeled Manolo Blahnik right in the ass.

So dying? Yeah it changed some things, but keeping an eye on her family?

Never.

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Spike hummed distractedly to himself as he read over the list of ingredients seeing what he needed to add next and not paying any attention to the fingerprint smudges he added to the already sticky page.

*Eggs...check....flour...* he glanced at the white fluffy mound in the bowl, *check.*

Picking up the bowl, he grabbed the spoon and started stirring the batter by hand, still humming to himself.

*This was gonna be the best bloody birthday pressie ever.*

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Angel cautiously nudged the door to the old hotel open and then kicked it shut behind him with a soft thud.

He paused in the foyer and listened to the quiet for a moment, wondering where all the minions he and Spike had acquired since the apocalypse, had gone to this time.

‘Spike probably told them to go watch the lunar eclipse again. That'll be what? The fourth time this month?’ He shook his head grinning at the antics of his childe/mate and started whistling a soft tune under his breath as he walked across the huge lobby carrying an enormous pink box in search of that very blond.

Hearing movement in the kitchen followed by a couple of rather colorful British expletives, Angel headed that way.

Pushing open the swinging door with one shoulder he entered the room and all he could do was stand there with his jaw on the floor and gape in total disbelief at the bomb that appeared to have gone off in the kitchen .

"Spike............what the HELL are you doing?" He burst out, his dark eyes wide with consternation and disbelief as he took in the very naked bum of a certain bleached blond who seemed very oblivious to the fact that the world had indeed imploded in their home.

Spike turned his head towards his dark lover and show him a sexy smug smirk over his shoulder. Still stirring the batter he paid no mind to the total and utter mess that he'd created, " Makin' our girl Shanny a birthday cake, what's it look like?" He grinned cheekily.

"See?" He said setting the bowl down on the counter and walking towards Angel, hips rolling, eyes sparkling, spatula in hand.

Angel can't help but arch a brow in almost perfect imitation of his mates usual expression, as he held up the enormous store bought confection from the best bakery in town. "I already got it all taken care of, right here."

Spike pouted seeing the big pink box, "But.... but.... I already made it for her," he said giving him puppy dog eyes.

Looking at his lover, Angel did a long once over from head to foot and couldn't help the small snort of laughter that escaped him.

"Uh...nice get-up Spike," he managed to choke out before collapsing into a rare fit of laughter. "I don't know if the cake will be any good but I gotta get a picture of this for Shanny, she'll love that."

He setting his pink box down carefully, he turned to leave in search of a camera. "She so needs to see this," He said thinking of their girl's smiles when she saw the picture of the flour covered blond dressed in nothing but a red gingham checked apron with white frills on it that said “Bite the Cook."

"Oi! Ya will not!" Spike protested taking off after him batter dripping spoon still in hand. "Next thin' I know that picture would be all over the internet. Ya'd probably post it on Live Journal not five minutes after ya took it. No bloody way!" Spike griped and bitched catching Angel as he reached the kitchen door.

"Hey......watch where you're slinging that thing." Angel snapped watching batter land on his leather coat. "This is an Armani," He growled shaking off Spike’s hand as he slipped from the coat and stalked to the sink looking for a cloth to wipe the mess off.

"Jesus Spike, I was just kidding, wasn't going to do anything with the damn picture.” *Except maybe keep it for myself for later on.* He thought with a small grin as he turned away from the grousing blond.

Spike snorted following Angel to the sink and thinking to himself, *Yeah right, sure ya weren't. Know you better than you know yourself ya poncy bugger.*

"Bloody right ya won't, not gonna let ya 'ave a chance." He nodded sharply as he picked up the bowl and poured the batter into two pans sloppily before setting the spoon and bowl back down and putting the pans into the huge oven. Taking great care to bend over just so, giving the perfect view of his perfect ass Spike thought to himself, *That'll fix his trolley.*

Angel couldn't help it and groaned catching sight of those pale pert globes from the corner of his eye as Spike bent over.

Clearing his throat he said sarcastically, "You're going to burn something off if you're not careful Spike."

Groaning inwardly, he turned back to the jacket, the demanding, aching length in his pants making it hard to be gentle with the soft leather.

"And why in the hell are you trying to cook anyways? It smells like something died in here"

"Does not, wanker." Spike snorted in reply, " Ya just 'aven't eaten' 'uman food in so long ya forgot what gourmet food smells and tastes like. Besides, Shanny deserves something special." Spike added, ignoring the heat from the oven as it warmed his tender and no longer not so dangly bits.

Fact was he’d been hoping that Angel would be impressed by his cooking ability when he came back. Hell he even hoped that maybe he'd be enticed enough by his bein' dressed in nothing but the apron for a bit of the rough and tumble, but no... The ponce had to be back to his old broody self didn't he?

"William...that...is NOT gourmet. THAT will probably kill her." Angel said with amusement scrubbing lightly at his jacket. *This is never going to come out.*

Spike gasped pretending to be mortally affronted.

Grabbing a spoonful of what was left of the cake mix he strode challengingly over to Angel brandishing the spoon like a weapon and said, "Oh yeah? I got the receipt off of the internet- some chit- Giada De Laurentiis, or some rot, said this was the best cake ever. Here," Spike said shoving the wooden utensil into his face, "try it!"

Angel turned his head and frowned at the spoon dripping with some unknown and obviously sticky substance. Shaking his hands off, he set the jacket aside on the counter to dry. He then reached for and opened the pink cardboard cake box he had brought in and held it up for Spike’s inspection.

"I don't know what Gio de le ....whatever her name is...does with her cakes but this one...THIS came straight from Wolfgang Puck himself. He owed me a favor."

"That blown up, fat arsed, joke of a fry cook, wouldn't know how to make a cake if it bit him on the ass. Dinner, appetizers that stuff... yeah, but that sorry excuse for a chef doesn't know anything about bakin'. I've watched him before." He said not giving a hang whatsoever if his lover knew he was a closet foodie or not. "Now Giada De Laurentiis? That girl can bake. Makes my mouth water just watchin' her."

Angel snorted derisively, "Yeah you keep believin that Spike....but I know that my Shanny will like this one better. Dutch chocolate with chocolate whipped cream icing?" He grinned and ran a naughty finger through the icing on one side and then held his finger out. "Yousure you don't want to try this?"

Spike glared at him pretending to be mad, even though he was dying to lick that frosting off his finger.... and a few other parts.

His mind wandered thinking how delicious it would be to lick off Angel's raging hard cock that he knew his sire was sporting and what spunk tasted like mixed with chocolately goodness.

"I'll try a taste only if you will, mate. Chocolate mocha with Bailey’s Irish Crème in it. Ya UP for it?" Spike smirked challengingly, arching a dark brow.

Angel laughed darkly, "Are you kidding boy? Mine will win hands down. "

Spike snorted, "Ya think so, huh? Well mate, I know I'm gonna win, And you know why? Cause it's always better when it's made with love."



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