"Oy, Peaches, where's my Christmas bonus?"
Angel lifted resigned eyes from the large stack of documents he was trying to read and rolled them in Spike's direction. "What?"
"Everyone got a Christmas bonus. Where's mine?" Spike demanded, flapping his leather-clad arms and advancing across the office.
"Everyone else is an actual employee. What do you do around here but annoy me?"
Spike stopped to think about it, then shrugged. "There are people who'd pay good money for me to do that."
"Then let them hire you."
Glowering at his sire, Spike shoved a pen holder, a stapler, and another pile of papers out of the way and perched on the corner of the desk, kicking the expensive mahogany with one boot heel. Angel turned his attention back to his paperwork but that lasted just under a minute before he shot out a hand and grabbed Spike's knee.
"Why, sire, I didn't know you still had those sorts of feelings," Spike mocked. "Thought you'd become a eunuch."
Angel shoved Spike off the desk.
"Ow!"
"Get out," Angel snorted.
"Want my Christmas bonus. Need to buy booze and smokes and porn and those video games with the zombies, those are fun," Spike complained as he pushed himself to his knees.
Exasperated as his childe continued to whine, Angel surrendered to his frustration, spun his chair to face Spike and grabbed him around the back of the neck. As Spike's eyes widened and Angel pulled him forward, he smirked. "Maybe you should earn it."
Eyes going from wide to narrow, Spike slowly relaxed and licked his lips. "Not so much the eunuch?"
"I'll show you eunuch," Angel growled as he shoved Spike's face into his crotch.
End