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A naughty little ficlet! Hope you enjoy!
Title: Feminine Side
Author: mandarin226
Fandom(s): AtS
Genre: (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairings/Characters: Spangel Season 5
Rating: NC17
Warnings: BDSM; cross-dressing
Acknowledgments: This little bit of naughtiness was suggested by one of sexymermaid’s drabbles. It’s called Love Letters and it was written for irishvampire13. The last line just gave me pictures in my head and sexymermaid gave me her blessing to have fun with it! Boy, did I have fun! Thank you, Sweetheart! So go read the drabbles if you haven’t already! Trust me, they’re wonderful!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and Associates. Not mine; not now; not ever; not happy!
Summary: The CEO of Wolfram and Hart is expecting Spike in his W & H penthouse. Little does he know what Spike has planned!!
The elevator doors swished smoothly open and Spike stepped into the penthouse apartment smiling in a very predatory way at the gorgeous vampire who sat expectantly on the sofa.
Without preamble he set the items he was carrying on the coffee table and reached into the inside pocket of his duster. Handing the item to Angel he sat down beside him and patted his thigh. “Brought you a small gift, Pet.”
Angel held up the small pink crystal, marvelling at the way the light shifted constantly within it. “It’s beautiful, Spike. What’s the occasion?”
“Just a gift I thought might please you, Luv,” Spike replied innocently. “Look right into it. Into the light in its depths. Isn’t it mesmerising?”
Angel flicked a sideways glance at Spike. The blond vampire missed the look and instead carried on talking in a soft, soothing voice. “Look into it. Clear your mind, Angel. Let the light consume you, relax you, take you to a different place.”
Spike eyed Angel and was gratified to see a slightly distant look come into the dark-haired vampire’s chocolate eyes.
“Get in touch with your inner submissive, Angel,” Spike crooned. “Let it bring out your feminine side.”
Angel smiled dopily at Spike.
“Can you feel the need inside to be dominated? Can you feel the urge to connect with your feminine side?”
Angel turned to Spike, his expression dreamy. “Yes, Spike.”
“Do you want me to help you express it?”
“Yes, Spike.”
Spike grinned; the poof was ready for the game.
**
An hour later Spike stood back and admired his creation. “Oh my, Sire! You look good enough to eat. Now just take your feather duster and clean the bedroom, would you?”
Despite the high heels, Angel moved with a vampiric grace as he glided into the bedroom, resplendent in his new outfit, the feather duster he carried swinging as he walked.
The extra-large French Maid’s outfit fitted him well. It comprised a black-dress with lace around the collar and the elbow length sleeves. The hem of the dress reached to about mid-thigh on the tall vampire and Spike could just see the tops of his fishnet stockings. A white lacy apron gave a nice contrast to the black dress and the dark brown shoulder length wig, topped by a small flat lacy cap with ribbons dangling down the back gave the outfit a nice touch.
Spike had carefully applied subtle make-up to Angel’s face and it made him look extremely pretty. The final glorious touch was the black lacy bra that Angel wore under the dress, the cups filled with silicon falsies that Spike had called in a lot of favours to obtain and the black lacy thong and garter belt to hold up the stockings completed the fantasy outfit that made Spike rock-hard.
He went to stand at the doorway to the bedroom and watched his Sire flick his feather duster over the furniture and ornaments.
“Good girl,” Spike breathed, the tightness of his pants at his groin beginning to feel uncomfortable.
Angel turned and smiled shyly at him. “Thank you, Master.”
Spike almost came in his pants at the submissiveness in Angel’s tone. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, calming his tumescent cock as much as he could. The crystal had worked even better than the witch he’d purchased it from had promised it would.
Now to take the game a stage further.
“Angel, you missed a bit, Luv.”
Angel turned again, this time with a distraught look on his face. “I did? Where, Master?”
“There.” Spike walked over and pointed to a spot low down where the wall met the floor.
“Oh,” Angel breathed, distress at his oversight plain in his voice.
Spike moved in behind Angel, who was bent almost double as he minutely examined the bit he’d apparently missed. The short dress had ridden up tantalisingly, affording Spike a magnificent view of the thonged ass. He groped the pale ass, grinning as he pinched one irresistible cheek.
Angel twitched as he made a slight noise of pain and surprise.
“I’ll have to spank you now, you naughty little slut.” Spike sat down on the bed and crooked a finger, beckoning Angel to come to him.
Spike groaned as Angel looked down at the ground in shame. He glided on the high-heeled shoes and stood before Spike, looking shamefaced.
Spike took the feather duster from his Sire’s unresisting hand and pulled his arm, guiding him down across his knees.
“How many strokes do you think your naughtiness deserves, Pet?”
“As many as my Master sees fit to inflict on me, Master,” Angel replied in a hushed voice.
Spike grinned to himself and took the feather end of the duster. The handle was made of cane and was the perfect implement with which to chastise his naughty Sire. Spike lifted up the short dress to expose the pale thonged ass and shivered deliciously at the wonderful view the angle afforded him.
Thwack!
Angel barely made a sound as the cane slammed against his exposed ass.
Thwack!
A breathy whimper this time.
Thwack!
A pretty moan made Spike falter slightly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Spike closed his eyes, trying to will his cock to calm as he saw pretty red lines appear on Angel’s pale ass and he heard the sound of soft weeping coming from his Sire.
Dropping the feather duster, he pulled a weeping French Maid off his lap and pushed her firmly down onto her knees on the bed. “You’re a naughty girl. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I made such a poor job of cleaning my Master’s home, Master.”
Spike bit his cheeks to keep from giggling as Angel apologised in a teary voice.
“My, but you’re a pretty wench, aren’t you?” Spike climbed on the bed and pressed himself against Angel’s back. His hands reached up to grope lecherously at the silicone falsies that filled Angel’s bra. The motion of the falsies in the cups pushed against the small nipple clamps that Spike had had the foresight to put on Angel as he was preparing him for the game, and now Angel moaned as the clamps abused his tortured nipples deliciously.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master!” Angel groaned. The longer the game went on the more his hardening shaft filled the scanty thong.
“On all fours, bitch!” Spike commanded and his eyes widened as Angel moved swiftly to obey.
Lifting the black dress to expose the gorgeous ass again, Spike leaned in and pushed his tongue against the pucker that he knew lay beneath the lacy material of the thong that divided Angel’s ass cheeks prettily. Angel made lovely mewling sounds as he was tongue fucked, the lacy material pushed into his opening by the forceful tongue. He bucked back against Spike’s face as the blond vampire reached around and gripped the stiff cock that peeped out of the top of the thong.
Angel groaned again as the thong was wrenched down around his knees. “Oh Master! Master!” he keened as the tongue fuck recommenced in earnest.
Still with his tongue pushing at Angel’s opening, Spike removed his duster and shirt then set about unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. He was desperate to be in his submissive French Maid, and reaching out to grab the tube of slick off the bedside table, he swiftly coated his raging cock and unceremoniously pushed into the waiting ass of his naughty French Maid.
Without proper preparation, the intrusion was painful to begin with, but as the lube did its job and Spike thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, the pain turned to pleasure and Angel’s eyes closed in ecstasy as his Childe fucked him mercilessly hard. The hand that reached around to grip his weeping cock fisted him hard and fast, matching the strokes of the cock filling his ass and it wasn’t long before he was shuddering spastically as he shot all over his belly, his bed and Spike’s hand.
The violence of Angel’s orgasm was transmitted to Spike, who yelled loudly as the tight channel encasing his cock squeezed his orgasm from him and he collapsed in a heap on top of his French Maid.
**
Spike eventually rolled off Angel, spent and limp. “Fuck, Angel! That was awesome!”
Angel’s hand fisted in Spike’s hair and he pulled him close, their faces almost touching.
“Yes, Spike, it was. But the next time you want to play that game, don’t give me all that crystal crap. You think I was born yesterday?”
Spike looked momentarily shocked before realisation dawned. The cunning old bugger had just played him for a mug. He collapsed into hysterical giggles, howling loudly when Angel joined in.
End
Title: Feminine Side
Author: mandarin226
Fandom(s): AtS
Genre: (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairings/Characters: Spangel Season 5
Rating: NC17
Warnings: BDSM; cross-dressing
Acknowledgments: This little bit of naughtiness was suggested by one of sexymermaid’s drabbles. It’s called Love Letters and it was written for irishvampire13. The last line just gave me pictures in my head and sexymermaid gave me her blessing to have fun with it! Boy, did I have fun! Thank you, Sweetheart! So go read the drabbles if you haven’t already! Trust me, they’re wonderful!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and Associates. Not mine; not now; not ever; not happy!
Summary: The CEO of Wolfram and Hart is expecting Spike in his W & H penthouse. Little does he know what Spike has planned!!
The elevator doors swished smoothly open and Spike stepped into the penthouse apartment smiling in a very predatory way at the gorgeous vampire who sat expectantly on the sofa.
Without preamble he set the items he was carrying on the coffee table and reached into the inside pocket of his duster. Handing the item to Angel he sat down beside him and patted his thigh. “Brought you a small gift, Pet.”
Angel held up the small pink crystal, marvelling at the way the light shifted constantly within it. “It’s beautiful, Spike. What’s the occasion?”
“Just a gift I thought might please you, Luv,” Spike replied innocently. “Look right into it. Into the light in its depths. Isn’t it mesmerising?”
Angel flicked a sideways glance at Spike. The blond vampire missed the look and instead carried on talking in a soft, soothing voice. “Look into it. Clear your mind, Angel. Let the light consume you, relax you, take you to a different place.”
Spike eyed Angel and was gratified to see a slightly distant look come into the dark-haired vampire’s chocolate eyes.
“Get in touch with your inner submissive, Angel,” Spike crooned. “Let it bring out your feminine side.”
Angel smiled dopily at Spike.
“Can you feel the need inside to be dominated? Can you feel the urge to connect with your feminine side?”
Angel turned to Spike, his expression dreamy. “Yes, Spike.”
“Do you want me to help you express it?”
“Yes, Spike.”
Spike grinned; the poof was ready for the game.
**
An hour later Spike stood back and admired his creation. “Oh my, Sire! You look good enough to eat. Now just take your feather duster and clean the bedroom, would you?”
Despite the high heels, Angel moved with a vampiric grace as he glided into the bedroom, resplendent in his new outfit, the feather duster he carried swinging as he walked.
The extra-large French Maid’s outfit fitted him well. It comprised a black-dress with lace around the collar and the elbow length sleeves. The hem of the dress reached to about mid-thigh on the tall vampire and Spike could just see the tops of his fishnet stockings. A white lacy apron gave a nice contrast to the black dress and the dark brown shoulder length wig, topped by a small flat lacy cap with ribbons dangling down the back gave the outfit a nice touch.
Spike had carefully applied subtle make-up to Angel’s face and it made him look extremely pretty. The final glorious touch was the black lacy bra that Angel wore under the dress, the cups filled with silicon falsies that Spike had called in a lot of favours to obtain and the black lacy thong and garter belt to hold up the stockings completed the fantasy outfit that made Spike rock-hard.
He went to stand at the doorway to the bedroom and watched his Sire flick his feather duster over the furniture and ornaments.
“Good girl,” Spike breathed, the tightness of his pants at his groin beginning to feel uncomfortable.
Angel turned and smiled shyly at him. “Thank you, Master.”
Spike almost came in his pants at the submissiveness in Angel’s tone. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, calming his tumescent cock as much as he could. The crystal had worked even better than the witch he’d purchased it from had promised it would.
Now to take the game a stage further.
“Angel, you missed a bit, Luv.”
Angel turned again, this time with a distraught look on his face. “I did? Where, Master?”
“There.” Spike walked over and pointed to a spot low down where the wall met the floor.
“Oh,” Angel breathed, distress at his oversight plain in his voice.
Spike moved in behind Angel, who was bent almost double as he minutely examined the bit he’d apparently missed. The short dress had ridden up tantalisingly, affording Spike a magnificent view of the thonged ass. He groped the pale ass, grinning as he pinched one irresistible cheek.
Angel twitched as he made a slight noise of pain and surprise.
“I’ll have to spank you now, you naughty little slut.” Spike sat down on the bed and crooked a finger, beckoning Angel to come to him.
Spike groaned as Angel looked down at the ground in shame. He glided on the high-heeled shoes and stood before Spike, looking shamefaced.
Spike took the feather duster from his Sire’s unresisting hand and pulled his arm, guiding him down across his knees.
“How many strokes do you think your naughtiness deserves, Pet?”
“As many as my Master sees fit to inflict on me, Master,” Angel replied in a hushed voice.
Spike grinned to himself and took the feather end of the duster. The handle was made of cane and was the perfect implement with which to chastise his naughty Sire. Spike lifted up the short dress to expose the pale thonged ass and shivered deliciously at the wonderful view the angle afforded him.
Thwack!
Angel barely made a sound as the cane slammed against his exposed ass.
Thwack!
A breathy whimper this time.
Thwack!
A pretty moan made Spike falter slightly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Spike closed his eyes, trying to will his cock to calm as he saw pretty red lines appear on Angel’s pale ass and he heard the sound of soft weeping coming from his Sire.
Dropping the feather duster, he pulled a weeping French Maid off his lap and pushed her firmly down onto her knees on the bed. “You’re a naughty girl. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I made such a poor job of cleaning my Master’s home, Master.”
Spike bit his cheeks to keep from giggling as Angel apologised in a teary voice.
“My, but you’re a pretty wench, aren’t you?” Spike climbed on the bed and pressed himself against Angel’s back. His hands reached up to grope lecherously at the silicone falsies that filled Angel’s bra. The motion of the falsies in the cups pushed against the small nipple clamps that Spike had had the foresight to put on Angel as he was preparing him for the game, and now Angel moaned as the clamps abused his tortured nipples deliciously.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master!” Angel groaned. The longer the game went on the more his hardening shaft filled the scanty thong.
“On all fours, bitch!” Spike commanded and his eyes widened as Angel moved swiftly to obey.
Lifting the black dress to expose the gorgeous ass again, Spike leaned in and pushed his tongue against the pucker that he knew lay beneath the lacy material of the thong that divided Angel’s ass cheeks prettily. Angel made lovely mewling sounds as he was tongue fucked, the lacy material pushed into his opening by the forceful tongue. He bucked back against Spike’s face as the blond vampire reached around and gripped the stiff cock that peeped out of the top of the thong.
Angel groaned again as the thong was wrenched down around his knees. “Oh Master! Master!” he keened as the tongue fuck recommenced in earnest.
Still with his tongue pushing at Angel’s opening, Spike removed his duster and shirt then set about unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. He was desperate to be in his submissive French Maid, and reaching out to grab the tube of slick off the bedside table, he swiftly coated his raging cock and unceremoniously pushed into the waiting ass of his naughty French Maid.
Without proper preparation, the intrusion was painful to begin with, but as the lube did its job and Spike thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, the pain turned to pleasure and Angel’s eyes closed in ecstasy as his Childe fucked him mercilessly hard. The hand that reached around to grip his weeping cock fisted him hard and fast, matching the strokes of the cock filling his ass and it wasn’t long before he was shuddering spastically as he shot all over his belly, his bed and Spike’s hand.
The violence of Angel’s orgasm was transmitted to Spike, who yelled loudly as the tight channel encasing his cock squeezed his orgasm from him and he collapsed in a heap on top of his French Maid.
**
Spike eventually rolled off Angel, spent and limp. “Fuck, Angel! That was awesome!”
Angel’s hand fisted in Spike’s hair and he pulled him close, their faces almost touching.
“Yes, Spike, it was. But the next time you want to play that game, don’t give me all that crystal crap. You think I was born yesterday?”
Spike looked momentarily shocked before realisation dawned. The cunning old bugger had just played him for a mug. He collapsed into hysterical giggles, howling loudly when Angel joined in.
End