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OH MY GOD
So Angel comes to Pittsburgh. It's been a slow week; it's either this or stay home to polish all his weapons. He leaves Wesley in charge of that.
It's very strange. Friday he's in his office, listening to Cordelia detail her latest shopping adventure. Wesley's rolling his eyes so hard, they're about to fall out of his head. And then Cordy gets a vision. Loud music, pulsing lights, men dancing with each other. Pittsburgh.
"What's in Pittsburgh?" Angel asks.
***
"Brian Kinney, please" Justin says.
This is the third time he's calling today, because he tried to initiate phone sex the first two times, tried to make his voice sound as raspy and just-woken-up as he could make it. Instead Brian complained bitterly about the Marsden account that was driving him into an early grave, and asked what Justin was wearing to Babylon that night.
"Nothing, I'm staying home," Justin pouts. Brian can always hear when he pouts. Brian doesn't even bother to get him to change his mind. He's heard this resigned tone of voice before.
Later that night, he's lounging by the bar in Babylon when Emmett nudges him in the side. He motions with his head at a man who has just walked in. From the expression on his face, you'd think it was Christmas already.
The guy's tall, built solidly and has a cubic foot of gel in his hair. This is Babylon though, and if he wants to stand out, he'll have to do better than that. He walks through the club a bit uncertainly, aware of several men's predatory glances his way. Brian thinks about fucking him tonight.
Insead, he steers a tall-ish redhead to the backroom, where the man gives him a spectacular blowjob and then slithers up to suck at his neck. Not interested in having to hide a giant hickey, Brian pushes him off; the guy refuses to let go. His face looks very bumpy all of a sudden and Brian, in that moment, regrets taking Anita's trail mix tonight. It figures that he'd hallucinate something weird like this.
The man bites down hard, and Brian's neck really hurts now. He's trying to figure out how to pry the man's fangs out of his neck when he sees the guy again. The one from earlier. Now he's standing next to Brian with a determined expression and a pointed stick in his hand.
"Oh no, a vampire," Angel says.
"Huh?" says Brian. Never let it be said that he's eloquent at three in the morning. Ever.
The man uses his pointy stick to jab sharply into the sucking man's chest, and with a sound like a very good orgasm, the man bursts into dust.
***
Twenty minutes later, they're both sitting in a booth at the diner, pretending to eat french fries, for different reasons. Angel shows Brian his business card.
"In L.A, I help people," he says.
"You run a business named Angel Investigations? Isn't it kind of narcissistic to name it after yourself?" Brian asks.
"Nah," says Angel.
"I suppose not," says Brian.
***
Justin meets Angel and is rendered speechless. Brian likes him more and more because anyone that makes Justin shut up and give him lots of shower blowjobs can only be good.
***
You'd think that Angel would go home eventually, but he doesn't. Business is really slow, apparently.
They're at Woody's one night. Brian's slightly drunk. He hasn't reached the leering, hunting for a blowjob part of the night yet. Instead he's hanging with Angel, who just gets Brian in a way that's kind of uncanny. They commiserate about their reputations, how fabulous they look in black, the way they love blondes. Not all of them, but a select few who are empowered and good in bed.
All of a sudden, fueled by alcohol, Brian gets a great idea.
"You should advertise," Brian says to Angel.
"Huh?" says Angel.
"In newspapers, or on TV. An effective commercial can really do wonders."
Angel makes an off-hand suggestion to Cordelia on the phone, and next thing he knows, people are beating down the doors of his hotel, begging to be rescued.
"We really need you here, Angel," Cordy says to him the next night. "there's only so much demon hunting Wesley and I can do."
Angel would normally head straight out, but he wants to thank Brian for the idea first. And warn him not to go down dark alleys.
"Psh. I love going down in dark alleys" Brian replies.
Angel, used to Brian's horribly bad jokes after a week and a half, cracks a smile.
Then he goes back home and spends the next few years playing bodyguard to a phalanx of low-level actors with delusions of grandeur.
Whenever he hears techno music from then on, he smiles.
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Oh My God.
Written By: superren
Timeline: Sometime around S2 of Angel and S4 of QAF.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack, mostly. some wonky timelines.
Summary: So Angel comes to Pittsburgh.
Author Notes: Thanks xa million to _alicesprings for her help on this.
Inspired By Icon:
So Angel comes to Pittsburgh. It's been a slow week; it's either this or stay home to polish all his weapons. He leaves Wesley in charge of that.
It's very strange. Friday he's in his office, listening to Cordelia detail her latest shopping adventure. Wesley's rolling his eyes so hard, they're about to fall out of his head. And then Cordy gets a vision. Loud music, pulsing lights, men dancing with each other. Pittsburgh.
"What's in Pittsburgh?" Angel asks.
***
"Brian Kinney, please" Justin says.
This is the third time he's calling today, because he tried to initiate phone sex the first two times, tried to make his voice sound as raspy and just-woken-up as he could make it. Instead Brian complained bitterly about the Marsden account that was driving him into an early grave, and asked what Justin was wearing to Babylon that night.
"Nothing, I'm staying home," Justin pouts. Brian can always hear when he pouts. Brian doesn't even bother to get him to change his mind. He's heard this resigned tone of voice before.
Later that night, he's lounging by the bar in Babylon when Emmett nudges him in the side. He motions with his head at a man who has just walked in. From the expression on his face, you'd think it was Christmas already.
The guy's tall, built solidly and has a cubic foot of gel in his hair. This is Babylon though, and if he wants to stand out, he'll have to do better than that. He walks through the club a bit uncertainly, aware of several men's predatory glances his way. Brian thinks about fucking him tonight.
Insead, he steers a tall-ish redhead to the backroom, where the man gives him a spectacular blowjob and then slithers up to suck at his neck. Not interested in having to hide a giant hickey, Brian pushes him off; the guy refuses to let go. His face looks very bumpy all of a sudden and Brian, in that moment, regrets taking Anita's trail mix tonight. It figures that he'd hallucinate something weird like this.
The man bites down hard, and Brian's neck really hurts now. He's trying to figure out how to pry the man's fangs out of his neck when he sees the guy again. The one from earlier. Now he's standing next to Brian with a determined expression and a pointed stick in his hand.
"Oh no, a vampire," Angel says.
"Huh?" says Brian. Never let it be said that he's eloquent at three in the morning. Ever.
The man uses his pointy stick to jab sharply into the sucking man's chest, and with a sound like a very good orgasm, the man bursts into dust.
***
Twenty minutes later, they're both sitting in a booth at the diner, pretending to eat french fries, for different reasons. Angel shows Brian his business card.
"In L.A, I help people," he says.
"You run a business named Angel Investigations? Isn't it kind of narcissistic to name it after yourself?" Brian asks.
"Nah," says Angel.
"I suppose not," says Brian.
***
Justin meets Angel and is rendered speechless. Brian likes him more and more because anyone that makes Justin shut up and give him lots of shower blowjobs can only be good.
***
You'd think that Angel would go home eventually, but he doesn't. Business is really slow, apparently.
They're at Woody's one night. Brian's slightly drunk. He hasn't reached the leering, hunting for a blowjob part of the night yet. Instead he's hanging with Angel, who just gets Brian in a way that's kind of uncanny. They commiserate about their reputations, how fabulous they look in black, the way they love blondes. Not all of them, but a select few who are empowered and good in bed.
All of a sudden, fueled by alcohol, Brian gets a great idea.
"You should advertise," Brian says to Angel.
"Huh?" says Angel.
"In newspapers, or on TV. An effective commercial can really do wonders."
Angel makes an off-hand suggestion to Cordelia on the phone, and next thing he knows, people are beating down the doors of his hotel, begging to be rescued.
"We really need you here, Angel," Cordy says to him the next night. "there's only so much demon hunting Wesley and I can do."
Angel would normally head straight out, but he wants to thank Brian for the idea first. And warn him not to go down dark alleys.
"Psh. I love going down in dark alleys" Brian replies.
Angel, used to Brian's horribly bad jokes after a week and a half, cracks a smile.
Then he goes back home and spends the next few years playing bodyguard to a phalanx of low-level actors with delusions of grandeur.
Whenever he hears techno music from then on, he smiles.