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TITLE: Looking for fun
FANDOMS: Heroes/Angel
CHARACTERS: Jessica/Spike
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Smut! And my first smut for a while which deserves a warning in itself!
NOTES/SUMMARY: I asked my flist for fic prompts to relieve my boredom at work and got this [Heroes/BtVS] Niki/Jessica and Spike have a show down and then hot smex kyriolexy this is for you, hope you like it!
So, set during season 5 of Angel (and thus in 2004, a couple of years prior to the start of Heroes), Spike goes to Vegas after finding out that Buffy is dating the Immortal to console himself in a lot of alcohol and strippers. What if Jessica's first appearance was much earlier than Niki ever suspected?
"Stupid, bloody ponce," Spike muttered into his beer, hunched over the bar and giving the universal body language for leave well alone. It felt personal, what that bastard had done, again. First Drusilla and now Buffy.
"I mean I can understand why Darla did it," he said out loud, to no one in particular. "She was with Angel, the great big poof. But Dru... and Buffy and..." He took another large, sloppy gulp of the beer. "It's bloody personal, that's what it is. Couldn't stand the competition of me."
He stared at the cracked wood of the bar for a moment before a thought occurred to him and he gripped the arm of the guy next to him tightly. "I bet he's working with Dracula! They teamed up to get me!"
That earned him an incredulous look and an angry shake off. Spike was about to punch the bastard when his attention was drawn to the stage.
"Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Jessica!"
Normally Spike shrugged off the over excitement of announcers at strip joints, but this was Vegas so maybe worth paying attention to. Higher class of birds taking their clothes off. The woman who walked on now definitely lent weight to that theory. She didn't so much walk as prowl, the look in her eyes not dissimilar to a tiger. There was something wild about her, dangerous even. Spike couldn't take his eyes off her as she twisted herself around the pole. Nor could the rest of the crowd.
****
Jessica rolled her eyes. Men were pathetic. All she had to do was lift her leg just like... that and the men went insane for her. She'd pity them if she had a shred more compassion. Still, since making her first appearance in Niki's damaged psyche, she'd spent pretty much all her time working on destroying that waste of space husband of hers. It was time to let off some steam. And the yells of the crowd certainly let her do that. One guy in particular, a bleached blonde sitting at the bar caught her eye in particular. She smirked, smug as she sauntered back off stage after her set despite the shouts of disappointment from her audience.
"Great set Jessica," one of the stage guys said as she brushed past him.
"Whatever." She didn't care what anyone else thought of her. She never did. She'd had the adoration, now she was itching for another type of fun. And if she'd played her audience just right she'd have some. Some men just didn't know what look but don't touch meant. She just loved kicking their asses to prove the point.
Sure enough a drunk stag party group came outside just after she did, the groom to be stumbling up to her.
"Hey baby, I just know you were dancing that just for me, so why don't you give me that last hurrah before I chain myself to the missus forever."
Dear god, sometimes it was just too easy.
Jessica reached out, gripping his throat tightly. "I don't think so." With that she threw him down the alleyway along the side of the club, relishing in her enhanced strength as he almost flew through the air to crash into the wall with a sickening crack. Well, sickening if you weren't her that was. With another smirk and a gesture she had the rest of the group forgetting that it was considered wrong to hit a woman and rushing towards her. She grinned and was about to get into the fight when one was yanked away from her and a sarcastic British drawl filled the air.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you mates."
The bleached blonde from the bar stood back, lighting a cigarette casually. The group looked from her to him and back again before they decided as a unit to just run.
"Well great," Jessica scowled.
"Er, you're welcome," the guy retorted, blowing out some smoke in her direction.
"I didn't need your help."
"Seemed to me like you did."
"I was handling it."
"You were seriously outnumbered."
"Hence the fun."
"You're a crazy bint, you know that?"
Jessica glowered at him before slamming him up against the wall. "Don't you ever call me crazy."
His eyebrows rose in clear surprise at her strength before she figured she might as well get some fun from him, since he scared off the other lot. She drew back her fist and punched him hard.
He snarled and then his face... changed. His forehead twisted and became bumpy, his eyes shifted to gold and fangs grew down. And he punched her back.
His strength nearly matched hers and it made her both laugh and stagger back. "What kinda freak are you?"
The only answer was a growl as he lunged towards her. She countered with a neat punch, followed by a kick to his abdomen. He slammed two punches into her, nearly knocking her to the ground before he picked her up again, slamming her against the wall this time. His face changed back as he looked at her a moment as she laughed breathlessly. Then he kissed her.
It was so different to any kiss DL had ever given Niki, more hungry, more savage. Jessica wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him closer even as his hands slid from her shoulders to her legs, barely covered in denim shorts. The bikini top she had on barely covered her back as the wall scraped over her skin. His lips were cold against hers, his fingers were cold as they slid up the inside of her thigh, easing her legs apart and slipping up under the denim to make her gasp. She shivered slightly before she tugged off the leather coat he wore, discarding it on the ground and pulling off his shirt. Her hands ran over his cool chest and a part of her realized there was something unusual about him, even if she was too hungry for him to figure out what it was. He meanwhile roughly pulled her shorts down before undoing his own jeans. She groaned as he eased inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist even as he slammed her against the wall again. She laughed before she kissed him again, pulling him in closer even as he thrust harder into her. His lips moved from hers to her neck, kissing down the side even as she could feel her pulse racing. For a brief moment she thought she could feel a slight scrap of teeth over her skin before she was coming hard with a loud moan, soon followed by one from him.
They stayed like that for a moment, him still inside her, as she tried to control her breathing again. One last hungry kiss and he slid out of her, the gentleness he showed with easing her back on the ground seemingly at odds with the rough passion of seconds ago. She found her shorts on the concrete, slipping them back on and handing him his shirt.
"That was great," she shrugged. "Come by the club again some time."
Then she sauntered off, her hips swaying slightly as she could feel his gaze following her.
****
Spike kicked the motorbike into gear and headed out of Vegas, ready to get back to LA. Apparently Angel was being a moron and for some reason this was surprising the good residents of Wolfram and Hart. The following few days seemed to go by as a blur, Drogan's death, planning the destruction of the Circle and one last day. As he sat in the bar, drunkenly reading his poetry, he remembered Cecily his first love, Drusilla the vampire who made him and Buffy his great love. And the mysterious blonde stripper, outside a bar in Vegas, up against the wall for that brief time.
FANDOMS: Heroes/Angel
CHARACTERS: Jessica/Spike
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Smut! And my first smut for a while which deserves a warning in itself!
NOTES/SUMMARY: I asked my flist for fic prompts to relieve my boredom at work and got this [Heroes/BtVS] Niki/Jessica and Spike have a show down and then hot smex kyriolexy this is for you, hope you like it!
So, set during season 5 of Angel (and thus in 2004, a couple of years prior to the start of Heroes), Spike goes to Vegas after finding out that Buffy is dating the Immortal to console himself in a lot of alcohol and strippers. What if Jessica's first appearance was much earlier than Niki ever suspected?
"Stupid, bloody ponce," Spike muttered into his beer, hunched over the bar and giving the universal body language for leave well alone. It felt personal, what that bastard had done, again. First Drusilla and now Buffy.
"I mean I can understand why Darla did it," he said out loud, to no one in particular. "She was with Angel, the great big poof. But Dru... and Buffy and..." He took another large, sloppy gulp of the beer. "It's bloody personal, that's what it is. Couldn't stand the competition of me."
He stared at the cracked wood of the bar for a moment before a thought occurred to him and he gripped the arm of the guy next to him tightly. "I bet he's working with Dracula! They teamed up to get me!"
That earned him an incredulous look and an angry shake off. Spike was about to punch the bastard when his attention was drawn to the stage.
"Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Jessica!"
Normally Spike shrugged off the over excitement of announcers at strip joints, but this was Vegas so maybe worth paying attention to. Higher class of birds taking their clothes off. The woman who walked on now definitely lent weight to that theory. She didn't so much walk as prowl, the look in her eyes not dissimilar to a tiger. There was something wild about her, dangerous even. Spike couldn't take his eyes off her as she twisted herself around the pole. Nor could the rest of the crowd.
****
Jessica rolled her eyes. Men were pathetic. All she had to do was lift her leg just like... that and the men went insane for her. She'd pity them if she had a shred more compassion. Still, since making her first appearance in Niki's damaged psyche, she'd spent pretty much all her time working on destroying that waste of space husband of hers. It was time to let off some steam. And the yells of the crowd certainly let her do that. One guy in particular, a bleached blonde sitting at the bar caught her eye in particular. She smirked, smug as she sauntered back off stage after her set despite the shouts of disappointment from her audience.
"Great set Jessica," one of the stage guys said as she brushed past him.
"Whatever." She didn't care what anyone else thought of her. She never did. She'd had the adoration, now she was itching for another type of fun. And if she'd played her audience just right she'd have some. Some men just didn't know what look but don't touch meant. She just loved kicking their asses to prove the point.
Sure enough a drunk stag party group came outside just after she did, the groom to be stumbling up to her.
"Hey baby, I just know you were dancing that just for me, so why don't you give me that last hurrah before I chain myself to the missus forever."
Dear god, sometimes it was just too easy.
Jessica reached out, gripping his throat tightly. "I don't think so." With that she threw him down the alleyway along the side of the club, relishing in her enhanced strength as he almost flew through the air to crash into the wall with a sickening crack. Well, sickening if you weren't her that was. With another smirk and a gesture she had the rest of the group forgetting that it was considered wrong to hit a woman and rushing towards her. She grinned and was about to get into the fight when one was yanked away from her and a sarcastic British drawl filled the air.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you mates."
The bleached blonde from the bar stood back, lighting a cigarette casually. The group looked from her to him and back again before they decided as a unit to just run.
"Well great," Jessica scowled.
"Er, you're welcome," the guy retorted, blowing out some smoke in her direction.
"I didn't need your help."
"Seemed to me like you did."
"I was handling it."
"You were seriously outnumbered."
"Hence the fun."
"You're a crazy bint, you know that?"
Jessica glowered at him before slamming him up against the wall. "Don't you ever call me crazy."
His eyebrows rose in clear surprise at her strength before she figured she might as well get some fun from him, since he scared off the other lot. She drew back her fist and punched him hard.
He snarled and then his face... changed. His forehead twisted and became bumpy, his eyes shifted to gold and fangs grew down. And he punched her back.
His strength nearly matched hers and it made her both laugh and stagger back. "What kinda freak are you?"
The only answer was a growl as he lunged towards her. She countered with a neat punch, followed by a kick to his abdomen. He slammed two punches into her, nearly knocking her to the ground before he picked her up again, slamming her against the wall this time. His face changed back as he looked at her a moment as she laughed breathlessly. Then he kissed her.
It was so different to any kiss DL had ever given Niki, more hungry, more savage. Jessica wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him closer even as his hands slid from her shoulders to her legs, barely covered in denim shorts. The bikini top she had on barely covered her back as the wall scraped over her skin. His lips were cold against hers, his fingers were cold as they slid up the inside of her thigh, easing her legs apart and slipping up under the denim to make her gasp. She shivered slightly before she tugged off the leather coat he wore, discarding it on the ground and pulling off his shirt. Her hands ran over his cool chest and a part of her realized there was something unusual about him, even if she was too hungry for him to figure out what it was. He meanwhile roughly pulled her shorts down before undoing his own jeans. She groaned as he eased inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist even as he slammed her against the wall again. She laughed before she kissed him again, pulling him in closer even as he thrust harder into her. His lips moved from hers to her neck, kissing down the side even as she could feel her pulse racing. For a brief moment she thought she could feel a slight scrap of teeth over her skin before she was coming hard with a loud moan, soon followed by one from him.
They stayed like that for a moment, him still inside her, as she tried to control her breathing again. One last hungry kiss and he slid out of her, the gentleness he showed with easing her back on the ground seemingly at odds with the rough passion of seconds ago. She found her shorts on the concrete, slipping them back on and handing him his shirt.
"That was great," she shrugged. "Come by the club again some time."
Then she sauntered off, her hips swaying slightly as she could feel his gaze following her.
****
Spike kicked the motorbike into gear and headed out of Vegas, ready to get back to LA. Apparently Angel was being a moron and for some reason this was surprising the good residents of Wolfram and Hart. The following few days seemed to go by as a blur, Drogan's death, planning the destruction of the Circle and one last day. As he sat in the bar, drunkenly reading his poetry, he remembered Cecily his first love, Drusilla the vampire who made him and Buffy his great love. And the mysterious blonde stripper, outside a bar in Vegas, up against the wall for that brief time.