Title: I Wanna Be Dirty
Author: PokerKitten
Setting: AtS, 5
Response to the Slashing the Drabble challenge – touch (500 words)
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters. I'm just messin'. And thanks to Richard O'Brien!
"Please…"
"No"
"For me."
"NO"
"Look, we don't even have to go to the bleeding party. We can have our own party. Here. Just you and me. No-one else would see."
"Not going to the party is good….."
"So, does that mean you're gonna come out of the bathroom, at least"
"NO! Not dressed like this"
"So you did try it on, then"
"Well…"
Bloody hell, he had to see this! Bursting into the bathroom, Spike couldn't quite believe it! Angel certainly had tried out the costume, even if he was teetering a bit in those heels. And his eyeliner would need a touch-up. That was the thing with not being able to use mirrors….
"See" Angel groaned. "No way can I go out looking like this! Don't know what Lorne thought he was doing, organising a themed party without explaining just what that theme was"
"Well, strictly speaking…. He didn't…."
"What"
"Oh, there is a party." Spike was finding it hard to suppress the smirk that was twitching at his lips. "And you know, I wouldn't really have let you go out looking like that… Infact, I never thought you'd go this far"
Angel's expression was thunderous, but he made no move towards Spike. Just standing was difficult enough! But he'd make him pay for this!
Although, Spike was right. He hadn't exactly been forced into this outfit at stake point, now, had he….
"Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me…" Spike sang softly, moving towards him.
"Oh, I'll do more than touch you" Angel growled, swaying unsteadily in his stilettos.
"Promises, promises…" Spike winked, reaching out and twanging one of Angel's suspenders.
"OW"
"I wanna be dirty…" Spike crooned.
"You do? Even with me looking like this" Angel was thawing a little.
"Especially with you looking like this! Broody-pants has a sense of fun afterall" he grinned, grabbing hold of Angel's wrist and heading back to the bedroom. "You just keep it well hidden."
Angel stumbled a little in the doorway.
"Kick off your heels, man" Spike advised. "Don't want you breaking your neck before you've had a chance to…. chastise me." He licked his lips. "You do wanna chastise me, don't you"
"Definitely" Angel affirmed, easing out of the troublesome shoes with some relief, watching as Spike pulled off his tee-shirt.
"Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me" Spike sang, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
"Turn around" Angel almost croaked. Getting hard in these ridiculous little briefs was almost as uncomfortable as cramming his feet into those shoes!
"Whatever you say." Spike turned, wiggling his butt a little as he tugged the denim down to his knees. "Creature of the night."
Angel snagged his black stockings on the bedside cabinet in his haste to propel Spike face first onto the bed. He paused for a moment to stroke a palm over Spike's smooth, pale buttocks; before bringing it down in a hard slap that made the whole bed shake.
Spanks punctuated with kisses.
"Hey, watch where you're gettin' your lipstick, Frankie"