TITLE: April Fools

AUTHOR: Gwyn Courtenay

E-MAIL: lilac_girl @ comcast.net

AUTHOR WEBSITE: http://mywebpages.comcast.net/godawfulstories/

PAIRING: Spike/Wesley

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Characters from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Warner Brothers, UPN, FOX, and TPTB. This story is for entertainment purposes only.

SYNOPSIS: Spike plays an April Fools joke on Wesley.

His key wouldn’t work. It fit into the lock, but it wouldn’t turn. Wesley tried a few more attempts before he knocked on his own door. “Spike,” he called.

An envelope slid out from under the door into the hallway. Wesley couldn’t help but scowl when he read “April Fools”. Inside the envelope was a hotel key and a note from Spike.

Spike’s penmanship was a lot like the man. It was either neat and flowing like a poet or an ineligible string of scribbling. This was the poet, but not a poem. It simply read, “Try this key.”

Arriving at the hotel, he entered his room to find Spike lounged across the bed watching the telly. “Hey, luv,” he greeted but didn’t rise to meet his lover.

“I seem to have problems with the key to my flat,” Wesley carried on as casually, lying on the bed next to him.

“It might have something to do with the locks being changed.” Spike flipped through channels, “I don’t trust your landlords, they’ll change the locks for anyone who talks a little posh.”

Wesley tried hard not to smile, “How did you get here before me? Especially before dusk?”

“Been here for a while.” He leaned over the side of the bed and procured two beers. “Want one?”

Wesley took his, “Who’s in the flat then?”

“Gunn.”

“Gunn?”

“Did I stutter? Yeah, Gunn. Big black bloke who doesn’t like me.”

“And that is why I don’t understand why he is helping you with,” Wesley gestured around the plain hotel room. “With whatever this is.”

Spike leaned over and kissed him. “This is a romantic April Fools joke. I convinced Gunn to help once I explained there would be a Playstation being unused all weekend long.”

“Quite cunning.”

“Yeah, well I’m evil.”

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