Shared Skin
I can't believe I wrote this. I really can't believe I wrote this. I saw a manip, and it just... it came out. Oh gawd, this is just... I can't believe I wrote it. And it's ALL tamakin's fault!! SHE MADE ME DO IT DAMMIT!!!!!
Title: Shared Skin
Pairings: Spangel... uh... kinda. In a VERY BAD WAY!
Appropriate Ratings: NC17. Let's just say NC17, because really... it can't be anything else. But Funny. So funny. I can't believe I wrote this.
Warnings: *twitch* I can't. I'm sorry, I can't. Just... can't ruin the surprise. And besides, there aren't warnings for some of the stuff that happens. It's just... no. So no.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Spike's still a ghost, haunting the halls of Wolfram and Hart. He finds out, quite by accident, that sleeping Sire's are a lot more fun these days.
Word Count: 1508 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin Any errors are mine and mine alone. AND IT'S SO HER FAULT! GAGH!
Will be X-posted to: perverted_pages, darker_spike, btvsatsdotcom, spike_fics, darker_vault, a_darker_angel, btvs_slash, sickchicks
Archived Outside LJ At: adulfanfiction.net and My Back-up IJ Account
He glided through the walls, silent, unseen, undetectable. What he wouldn’t have given to have had this power before. As a power, mind you, not as a FREAK OF NATURE that he was. Not dead, no alive, not here, not there, sometimes someplace in between. This wasn’t how he thought he’d be rewarded after the cleansing fire. He honestly thought that someone, somewhere up there, would see he was worth something. Okay, maybe not heaven, but reincarnation would have been grand! Maybe a couple minutes to say a proper goodbye. This lingering death thing? So not what he wanted to experience. Maybe this was hell. His own, personal hell. Stuck with the Great Poofter and all his wanker friends. Couldn’t even pick up a phone to tell anyone he wasn’t quite dead yet… but he was getting there.
He silently watched Angel sleep. He looked so peaceful, so content, so untroubled by anything he’d done or was planning to do. Why the hell did the Great Broody One get off scott free? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done his fair share of vampire evil. Hell, he TAUGHT Spike, without him Spike would never have been who he was! It was HIS fault!
Spike snarled and launched himself at Angel, throwing wild punches that just ghosted right through him. Spike kicked, and snarled, and vamped out, and did everything, anything he could, but nothing worked, Angel just rolled over, deeply asleep. No matter what he was just a ghost. A fading ghost. A ghost that couldn’t even feel himself wanking off. A ghost that couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t scare, couldn’t ANYTHING. Bloody useless tosser!
He aimed one final kick with as much anger and frustration as he could to fuel it. Didn’t do any good, of course, but it knocked his feet out from under him and sent him flying… and then, darkness.
“NO! NO dammit, no! Not now, not NOW! Please don’t… NO!!” he scrambled to his feet, and felt a curious sensation. He froze. Curious sensation? Sensation? As in I felt something? which was when he opened his eyes and looked down at the empty bed. … the hell?
The bed was empty. So Angel was gone. He must have blacked out or something. But… the bed wasn’t made. Cave Brow never left the room with the bed unmade. And it was still the middle of the night… he should be asleep. Shouldn’t he? What was going on? Where was Angel? Did he somehow kick him out of bed? That’s crazy! He couldn’t even touch himself, see?
He punched himself in the face.
His world exploded into pain.
OW!!! OW!!! OW!!!! He bent over, covering his gushing nose with his hands. He could feel his face. He could feel his blood… wait, he was bleeding? Ghosts can’t bleed! When did he start bleeding? For that matter, when did ghost’s start feeling PAIN? He gingerly rubbed his nose and frowned again. Something wasn’t quite right.
He looked down the length of his body, and frowned again. He wasn’t seeing his own lithe form clothed in leather and denim. He saw an oddly familiar body in the nude. More buff, rounder, taller… and dare he say, broodier? He was in the Broodmiester’s body! Somehow, he’d taken over!
He giggled in glee, and punched himself in the face again, just for the sensation, just to feel SOMETHING, after so long without, and it hurt… it hurt so good… so he did it again! He cackled, danced a little jig, and whacked his head into the wall.
“I CAN FEEL!!!” he roared, snarled, felt his face contort into the somewhat familiar, but totally alien, game face. “I can feel, and… I’m in his body. I’m in good old Peaches’s body. Oh yeah, I’m not gonna take advantage of this, no way, nuh uh… Not like I hate his guts or anything. Hee hee hee.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Angel was wearing a frilly dress that was several sizes too small. Something that Nina had left to wear after her monthly changes. Didn’t matter, good old Angel would have to do the explaining! Spike had fumbled about with her little make-up bag, and applied liberal eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and blush all by touch… and he made sure the colours clashed garishly. Bright blue eye shadow, candy floss pink lipstick, purple mascara, bright peach blush liberally applied on the apples of Angel’s cheeks, and he’d even pierced the tosser’s ears! All in all, Spike surmised, Angel looked like a cracked out tranny whore who’d been tossed about by his pimp, and he had a horrible fashion sense! Now… to complete the look.
Spike smirked, and did what he’d been longing to do ever since he’d come back. A nice, slow, well thought out wank. Or two. Or three. Possibly more. Depended on how tired Angel’s prick got. It was fairly out of practice, so it wouldn’t take long. You know what else? Just to make it all as confusing as possible, Spike was gonna do a little prostate playing too. Stretch Angel’s little pucker, work him over and over and over again… he just had to find something… he could use.
Spike looked about the apartment and frowned. Not a single sex toy. Nothing!! Bloody Poofter really was a eunuch! Not even anything in Nina’s drawers. There had to be SOMETHING he could use! Even a pillar candle! Or three…
Spike rummaged under the sink in the bathroom and found a box of lavender scented floating votive candles. Perfect for floating in the tub for a nice relaxing nancy boy bath. Wasn’t what he was hoping for, but they’d do… oh yeah, they’d do perfectly.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Spike took his new body for a trip through the firm. Waving cheerily at everyone he passed, rubbing his blatant erection against Harmony’s desk, watching the other demon’s give him a wide berth, wrinkling their noses at the smell of his clothes drenched in spunk, at the sight of him in that way too small dress, the horrific make-up, and his blood caked face. Add to that an odd gait to his step and the raging erection… he was confusing a lot of people.
Finally Spike took his Angel-suit into Wesley’s office, cleared off the top of his desk with one sweep of his arm, and posed himself on the clear expanse. He giggled to himself and wanked off again all over Wesley’s chair, before laying back again, making sure his legs were nice and spread, the dress hiked up to leave nothing to the imagination, and one hand cupped his balls. He pinned the carefully written note to his clothes, and settled in for a wait. He couldn’t WAIT to see what Wesley thought of his pressie!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Angel woke up. Of course he woke up, it was the time of day he usually woke up, but something was… off. For one, he was amazingly relaxed. He hadn’t felt this sated and loose in… well… a really really long time. For another, he was amazingly uncomfortable. He felt like he was about to fall off the bed… a hard bed. A bed with sharp angles… and was that a desk chair? Why was there a desk chair by the bed? And why was he wearing… what the hell was he wearing? Of course, that’s when Wesley walked in.
“Angel…?”
“Wes? What.. what’re you doing in my penthouse?”
“I’m not. You’re in my office. What… what are you doing in my office… like… that?”
“Like what?” He looked down and nearly screamed! He was WEARING A DRESS!! Nina’s dress!! Nina’s FAVORITE dress! And… ow… someone had wrapped an elastic band TIGHTLY around the base of his cock… which was engorged and painfully purple. And he was wearing a note… A note that said;
“Dear Wesley, you weren’t around so I got started without you. Give it to me big boy!” and it was signed in his own handwriting.
“GAGH!!!! What the hell??”
Which was when Spike sauntered in, a smirk already on his face, taking in the scene. “Didn’t mean to interrupt… you two love birds go ahead, I’ll just show myself the door,” snickered and walked out.
“SPIKE!!!!!” But he was gone. Which was when Angel noticed something else and made a mad dash for the restrooms on that floor. He hurried into a stall, and clicked the door closed and locked, before sitting on the toilet. Something fell out of him with a plunk into the water in the bowl. Something scented like lavender. Something followed by several other somethings scented like lavender. About two dozen somethings scented like lavender that had been UP HIS ASS!
“SPIIIIIIIIIKE!” He screamed, snarling his fury.
“Angel! EEK!! You’re in the ladies! Wait, why are you in the ladies? Aren’t you not a lady? Wait, what are you doing in the bathroom? Angel?” Oh yeah… Harmony finding him like this… perfect. Just… perfect.
On another floor, Spike was already planning on what to do next time.
Title: Shared Skin
Pairings: Spangel... uh... kinda. In a VERY BAD WAY!
Appropriate Ratings: NC17. Let's just say NC17, because really... it can't be anything else. But Funny. So funny. I can't believe I wrote this.
Warnings: *twitch* I can't. I'm sorry, I can't. Just... can't ruin the surprise. And besides, there aren't warnings for some of the stuff that happens. It's just... no. So no.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Spike's still a ghost, haunting the halls of Wolfram and Hart. He finds out, quite by accident, that sleeping Sire's are a lot more fun these days.
Word Count: 1508 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin Any errors are mine and mine alone. AND IT'S SO HER FAULT! GAGH!
Will be X-posted to: perverted_pages, darker_spike, btvsatsdotcom, spike_fics, darker_vault, a_darker_angel, btvs_slash, sickchicks
Archived Outside LJ At: adulfanfiction.net and My Back-up IJ Account
He glided through the walls, silent, unseen, undetectable. What he wouldn’t have given to have had this power before. As a power, mind you, not as a FREAK OF NATURE that he was. Not dead, no alive, not here, not there, sometimes someplace in between. This wasn’t how he thought he’d be rewarded after the cleansing fire. He honestly thought that someone, somewhere up there, would see he was worth something. Okay, maybe not heaven, but reincarnation would have been grand! Maybe a couple minutes to say a proper goodbye. This lingering death thing? So not what he wanted to experience. Maybe this was hell. His own, personal hell. Stuck with the Great Poofter and all his wanker friends. Couldn’t even pick up a phone to tell anyone he wasn’t quite dead yet… but he was getting there.
He silently watched Angel sleep. He looked so peaceful, so content, so untroubled by anything he’d done or was planning to do. Why the hell did the Great Broody One get off scott free? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done his fair share of vampire evil. Hell, he TAUGHT Spike, without him Spike would never have been who he was! It was HIS fault!
Spike snarled and launched himself at Angel, throwing wild punches that just ghosted right through him. Spike kicked, and snarled, and vamped out, and did everything, anything he could, but nothing worked, Angel just rolled over, deeply asleep. No matter what he was just a ghost. A fading ghost. A ghost that couldn’t even feel himself wanking off. A ghost that couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t scare, couldn’t ANYTHING. Bloody useless tosser!
He aimed one final kick with as much anger and frustration as he could to fuel it. Didn’t do any good, of course, but it knocked his feet out from under him and sent him flying… and then, darkness.
“NO! NO dammit, no! Not now, not NOW! Please don’t… NO!!” he scrambled to his feet, and felt a curious sensation. He froze. Curious sensation? Sensation? As in I felt something? which was when he opened his eyes and looked down at the empty bed. … the hell?
The bed was empty. So Angel was gone. He must have blacked out or something. But… the bed wasn’t made. Cave Brow never left the room with the bed unmade. And it was still the middle of the night… he should be asleep. Shouldn’t he? What was going on? Where was Angel? Did he somehow kick him out of bed? That’s crazy! He couldn’t even touch himself, see?
He punched himself in the face.
His world exploded into pain.
OW!!! OW!!! OW!!!! He bent over, covering his gushing nose with his hands. He could feel his face. He could feel his blood… wait, he was bleeding? Ghosts can’t bleed! When did he start bleeding? For that matter, when did ghost’s start feeling PAIN? He gingerly rubbed his nose and frowned again. Something wasn’t quite right.
He looked down the length of his body, and frowned again. He wasn’t seeing his own lithe form clothed in leather and denim. He saw an oddly familiar body in the nude. More buff, rounder, taller… and dare he say, broodier? He was in the Broodmiester’s body! Somehow, he’d taken over!
He giggled in glee, and punched himself in the face again, just for the sensation, just to feel SOMETHING, after so long without, and it hurt… it hurt so good… so he did it again! He cackled, danced a little jig, and whacked his head into the wall.
“I CAN FEEL!!!” he roared, snarled, felt his face contort into the somewhat familiar, but totally alien, game face. “I can feel, and… I’m in his body. I’m in good old Peaches’s body. Oh yeah, I’m not gonna take advantage of this, no way, nuh uh… Not like I hate his guts or anything. Hee hee hee.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Angel was wearing a frilly dress that was several sizes too small. Something that Nina had left to wear after her monthly changes. Didn’t matter, good old Angel would have to do the explaining! Spike had fumbled about with her little make-up bag, and applied liberal eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and blush all by touch… and he made sure the colours clashed garishly. Bright blue eye shadow, candy floss pink lipstick, purple mascara, bright peach blush liberally applied on the apples of Angel’s cheeks, and he’d even pierced the tosser’s ears! All in all, Spike surmised, Angel looked like a cracked out tranny whore who’d been tossed about by his pimp, and he had a horrible fashion sense! Now… to complete the look.
Spike smirked, and did what he’d been longing to do ever since he’d come back. A nice, slow, well thought out wank. Or two. Or three. Possibly more. Depended on how tired Angel’s prick got. It was fairly out of practice, so it wouldn’t take long. You know what else? Just to make it all as confusing as possible, Spike was gonna do a little prostate playing too. Stretch Angel’s little pucker, work him over and over and over again… he just had to find something… he could use.
Spike looked about the apartment and frowned. Not a single sex toy. Nothing!! Bloody Poofter really was a eunuch! Not even anything in Nina’s drawers. There had to be SOMETHING he could use! Even a pillar candle! Or three…
Spike rummaged under the sink in the bathroom and found a box of lavender scented floating votive candles. Perfect for floating in the tub for a nice relaxing nancy boy bath. Wasn’t what he was hoping for, but they’d do… oh yeah, they’d do perfectly.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Spike took his new body for a trip through the firm. Waving cheerily at everyone he passed, rubbing his blatant erection against Harmony’s desk, watching the other demon’s give him a wide berth, wrinkling their noses at the smell of his clothes drenched in spunk, at the sight of him in that way too small dress, the horrific make-up, and his blood caked face. Add to that an odd gait to his step and the raging erection… he was confusing a lot of people.
Finally Spike took his Angel-suit into Wesley’s office, cleared off the top of his desk with one sweep of his arm, and posed himself on the clear expanse. He giggled to himself and wanked off again all over Wesley’s chair, before laying back again, making sure his legs were nice and spread, the dress hiked up to leave nothing to the imagination, and one hand cupped his balls. He pinned the carefully written note to his clothes, and settled in for a wait. He couldn’t WAIT to see what Wesley thought of his pressie!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Angel woke up. Of course he woke up, it was the time of day he usually woke up, but something was… off. For one, he was amazingly relaxed. He hadn’t felt this sated and loose in… well… a really really long time. For another, he was amazingly uncomfortable. He felt like he was about to fall off the bed… a hard bed. A bed with sharp angles… and was that a desk chair? Why was there a desk chair by the bed? And why was he wearing… what the hell was he wearing? Of course, that’s when Wesley walked in.
“Angel…?”
“Wes? What.. what’re you doing in my penthouse?”
“I’m not. You’re in my office. What… what are you doing in my office… like… that?”
“Like what?” He looked down and nearly screamed! He was WEARING A DRESS!! Nina’s dress!! Nina’s FAVORITE dress! And… ow… someone had wrapped an elastic band TIGHTLY around the base of his cock… which was engorged and painfully purple. And he was wearing a note… A note that said;
“Dear Wesley, you weren’t around so I got started without you. Give it to me big boy!” and it was signed in his own handwriting.
“GAGH!!!! What the hell??”
Which was when Spike sauntered in, a smirk already on his face, taking in the scene. “Didn’t mean to interrupt… you two love birds go ahead, I’ll just show myself the door,” snickered and walked out.
“SPIKE!!!!!” But he was gone. Which was when Angel noticed something else and made a mad dash for the restrooms on that floor. He hurried into a stall, and clicked the door closed and locked, before sitting on the toilet. Something fell out of him with a plunk into the water in the bowl. Something scented like lavender. Something followed by several other somethings scented like lavender. About two dozen somethings scented like lavender that had been UP HIS ASS!
“SPIIIIIIIIIKE!” He screamed, snarling his fury.
“Angel! EEK!! You’re in the ladies! Wait, why are you in the ladies? Aren’t you not a lady? Wait, what are you doing in the bathroom? Angel?” Oh yeah… Harmony finding him like this… perfect. Just… perfect.
On another floor, Spike was already planning on what to do next time.