bunny!Spike...playtime with bunny
sometimes I like to make the boys do things that are so undignified, they'd eviscerate me if they could...
(this is still rated G)
A/N: do I even have to tell you this is an AU As2?
There was a bunny in Angel’s bed.
He was going to try not to think too hard about having a rodent or…whatever rabbits were….crawling around on his designer silk sheets. He’d learned the hard way that leaving Spike unattended while he slept was a bad idea.
How in the hell did one little furry body cause that big of a mess? He shouldn’t even be able to reach the counters. Not to mention the mystery of how he’d busted out of his little bunny jail in the first place. Angel had learned to leave a brick on top of the cage, but somehow he still got out.
But he’d discovered if he brought Spike in here with him, he behaved.
Mostly.
“What?” he asked the bunny…err…Spike. He’d long since stopped feeling self-conscious about asking it questions.
What he did feel self-conscious about was the way that Spike was snuffling at his hand obsessively. And…did he just…did he just lick him?
“What…stop that! What do you-” Angel lifted his hand to sniff it himself. He smelled like Drusilla’s perfume. “Ah. I can uh. I can explain. It’s not like-”
Suddenly Spike was nosing under the covers and there was a conspicuous warm lump burrowing towards his-
“HEY!” Angel threw back the covers and removed the rabbit that was currently sniffing over his crotch. He held bunny Spike up to eye level. “It’s polite to…ask, you know? You can’t just climb on and…uh. Well. Nothing happened.”
He received a chilling bunny glare.
“God, you are such a-I gave her a big meal and let her skip town, are you happy?”
Spike’s ears were still flattened back suspiciously, but he sniffed dismissively and squirmed until Angel put him down.
Angel covered his groin with the blankets protectively. He hadn’t forgotten what had happened to his finger the last time the bunny was annoyed.
“Not like I could bring her around here to see you, you know. You know what she does to…fuzzy things.”
Spike ignored him, sitting out of arm’s reach and grooming for the night. Giving him a furry cold shoulder as he prepared to settle down wayyyy over there.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, no snuggles for me tonight.” Spike gave Angel a look over his shoulder that said ‘well, you’re a bright one,’ and for the thousandth time, Angel hoped that when Spike changed back, he wouldn’t remember any of this. Because that was a sentence he’d never hear the end of. “Well, okayyy, you can stay wayyyy over there, but in that case, you’re not going to get your present.”
Spike turned around and stared at him.
Angel lay back, folding his arms behind his head smugly. “Yup. You’d have really liked it, too. But I don’t give presents to bunnies that hold grudges.”
Spike scowled at that, but took a tentative half-hop forward.
“What, you want to see it?”
Hop, hop.
“Okay, hang on.” Excited, Angel reached into the bedside table drawer and drew out…something pink. And fluffy. He set it on the bed between them and waited.
Spike stared at it. Then he looked at Angel, little body vibrating with disbelief. Then he stared again at his present.
It was a pink bunny. A pink marshmallow peep bunny.
There was a dramatic pause, and then Spike was flying across the bed, pouncing on the peep with alacrity. The marshmallow didn’t stand a chance. Spike had it in teeth shaking it as he tore big chunks away.
Angel didn’t think bunnies were supposed to be quite this…vicious. Gone was the fastidiousness of the vegetable-nibbling. This was serious-this was personal.
Long after the peep had gone quietly into the night, Spike was snuffling into the covers, trying to hoover all of the sticky crumbs off of the silk.
God, his silk sheets…but this was so worth it.
Angel had a little blackmail of his own.
Satisfied that he had inhaled every last morsel, Spike hopped over to Angel and let himself be lifted onto Angel’s chest. He sprawled in a way that completely lacked dignity-belly tight and full, chin resting drowsily on Angel’s collarbone. There were no disdainful little looks when Angel started smoothing over his soft fur, rubbing his big fingers carefully over Spike’s little head, scratching between his ears.
Angel sighed happily as the warm little body relaxed into his, face nuzzling into his throat. This was nice. It was like being a bunny had made Spike a little…cuddlier. A little more affectionate. Just look at the way he was snuffling wetly into Angel’s throat, like he was giving him little kiss-
“OW.” Angel touch the sharp nip Spike had taken at his skin and came away with bloody fingertips. A little pink tongue licked at his throat and Spike’s body shook in a snicker before it went bonelessly lax in sleep.
A/N: credit for the intro of the peep goes to so_sharlemaine when I was looking for a treat for Spike, though she's not deranged enough to have imagined this particular end for the poor thing. that was all me. hahaha. she also provided me with the peepalicious icon :)
(this is still rated G)
A/N: do I even have to tell you this is an AU As2?
There was a bunny in Angel’s bed.
He was going to try not to think too hard about having a rodent or…whatever rabbits were….crawling around on his designer silk sheets. He’d learned the hard way that leaving Spike unattended while he slept was a bad idea.
How in the hell did one little furry body cause that big of a mess? He shouldn’t even be able to reach the counters. Not to mention the mystery of how he’d busted out of his little bunny jail in the first place. Angel had learned to leave a brick on top of the cage, but somehow he still got out.
But he’d discovered if he brought Spike in here with him, he behaved.
Mostly.
“What?” he asked the bunny…err…Spike. He’d long since stopped feeling self-conscious about asking it questions.
What he did feel self-conscious about was the way that Spike was snuffling at his hand obsessively. And…did he just…did he just lick him?
“What…stop that! What do you-” Angel lifted his hand to sniff it himself. He smelled like Drusilla’s perfume. “Ah. I can uh. I can explain. It’s not like-”
Suddenly Spike was nosing under the covers and there was a conspicuous warm lump burrowing towards his-
“HEY!” Angel threw back the covers and removed the rabbit that was currently sniffing over his crotch. He held bunny Spike up to eye level. “It’s polite to…ask, you know? You can’t just climb on and…uh. Well. Nothing happened.”
He received a chilling bunny glare.
“God, you are such a-I gave her a big meal and let her skip town, are you happy?”
Spike’s ears were still flattened back suspiciously, but he sniffed dismissively and squirmed until Angel put him down.
Angel covered his groin with the blankets protectively. He hadn’t forgotten what had happened to his finger the last time the bunny was annoyed.
“Not like I could bring her around here to see you, you know. You know what she does to…fuzzy things.”
Spike ignored him, sitting out of arm’s reach and grooming for the night. Giving him a furry cold shoulder as he prepared to settle down wayyyy over there.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, no snuggles for me tonight.” Spike gave Angel a look over his shoulder that said ‘well, you’re a bright one,’ and for the thousandth time, Angel hoped that when Spike changed back, he wouldn’t remember any of this. Because that was a sentence he’d never hear the end of. “Well, okayyy, you can stay wayyyy over there, but in that case, you’re not going to get your present.”
Spike turned around and stared at him.
Angel lay back, folding his arms behind his head smugly. “Yup. You’d have really liked it, too. But I don’t give presents to bunnies that hold grudges.”
Spike scowled at that, but took a tentative half-hop forward.
“What, you want to see it?”
Hop, hop.
“Okay, hang on.” Excited, Angel reached into the bedside table drawer and drew out…something pink. And fluffy. He set it on the bed between them and waited.
Spike stared at it. Then he looked at Angel, little body vibrating with disbelief. Then he stared again at his present.
It was a pink bunny. A pink marshmallow peep bunny.
There was a dramatic pause, and then Spike was flying across the bed, pouncing on the peep with alacrity. The marshmallow didn’t stand a chance. Spike had it in teeth shaking it as he tore big chunks away.
Angel didn’t think bunnies were supposed to be quite this…vicious. Gone was the fastidiousness of the vegetable-nibbling. This was serious-this was personal.
Long after the peep had gone quietly into the night, Spike was snuffling into the covers, trying to hoover all of the sticky crumbs off of the silk.
God, his silk sheets…but this was so worth it.
Angel had a little blackmail of his own.
Satisfied that he had inhaled every last morsel, Spike hopped over to Angel and let himself be lifted onto Angel’s chest. He sprawled in a way that completely lacked dignity-belly tight and full, chin resting drowsily on Angel’s collarbone. There were no disdainful little looks when Angel started smoothing over his soft fur, rubbing his big fingers carefully over Spike’s little head, scratching between his ears.
Angel sighed happily as the warm little body relaxed into his, face nuzzling into his throat. This was nice. It was like being a bunny had made Spike a little…cuddlier. A little more affectionate. Just look at the way he was snuffling wetly into Angel’s throat, like he was giving him little kiss-
“OW.” Angel touch the sharp nip Spike had taken at his skin and came away with bloody fingertips. A little pink tongue licked at his throat and Spike’s body shook in a snicker before it went bonelessly lax in sleep.
A/N: credit for the intro of the peep goes to so_sharlemaine when I was looking for a treat for Spike, though she's not deranged enough to have imagined this particular end for the poor thing. that was all me. hahaha. she also provided me with the peepalicious icon :)