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darker_spike Fairy Fic challenge but I don't really need any encouragement because it's spring and the grass is riz and I know exactly where the birdies is. Or something.
Sequel to Rising Sap, in which our anti-hero was carted off to Fairy Prison for demanding money with menaces (well, they were slugs, can you blame him?)
Setting: A Garden, late spring
Pairings: Fairy Vampire Spike/Fairy Vampire Angel, mention of Fairy Vampire Spike/Fairy Vampire Harmony - sorry, I mean Colin.
Rating: NC17, I suppose for mention of m/m sex, Fairy Vampire Spike's bum etc.
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The Great Escape
Fairy Vampire Spike sighed with satisfaction and lit another cigarette. It was good to be back in the lair after all this time – even good to listen to Colin – the female Colin, that is, who still didn't get that her name wasn't Harmony any more – droning on about nothing at all while she rubbed his feet, since at least he had a glorious view down her cleavage while she did it. She had pretty wings too and gorgeous blonde hair and lots of other advantages to outweigh the considerable disadvantage of her big, annoying mouth that never seemed to close.
Tuning her out with difficulty, Fairy Spike leaned back in his chair, which was carved out of a whole horse chestnut, and looked complacently round at the other Colins, his fairy vampire minions, all busy cleaning their thistle-swords and weed-guns in preparation for their next big job. It was good to be back.
Mind you, Spike thought, prison hadn't been all bad, even if his bum was still a bit sore from all the attention it'd been getting. In fact, if he hadn't been quite so pleased with himself for his great escape, he might actually be missing poor old Fairy Vampire Angel – the filthy turncoat! – and his great big wanger, though the thought of the trouble he'd be in for letting Spike get free on his watch was even better than sex.
With a smug smile, Spike thought back to the previous day and how it'd all started with a visit from his lawyer, the notorious – and notoriously fickle – Ms Lilah Morgan Le Fay. It went like this……..
*
Fairy Vampire Spike was bored out of his skull, and what's more, his arse was bloody sore. In the normal way of things, he'd be the first to bend over for a good buggering when it was Fairy Vampire Angel doing the driving - but twice a day for the last month? It was getting a bit much even for him.
Besides, there was fuck-all else to do in his inaccessible cell in the rambler rose and it wasn't as if Angel was up for turn-and-turn-about. No, the big ponce was just as selfish as ever, even if he did have a soul now - and didn't he realise that Spike had an Empire of Crime to run? Spike had said as much to female Colin when she'd come for their last conjugal and she'd agreed with every word he said. That was why he'd hired her, of course, but it didn't stop her being bloody annoying when she called him 'boss-y,' or even spoke at all.
There was no conversation round here either. There was only female Colin once a week- and Spike would rather she kept her mouth shut, thank you very much – or there was Angel, and he wasn't much given to small talk. No he was all, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am – or man, as the case might be, and occasionally, "Come back to me, Spike. Join the good guys and we'll be together forever," which only made Spike roll his eyes and want to puke up his guts. Had the daft old git no pride at all?
No, he'd decided, it was time to call in the cavalry and that was why he was currently facing his lawyer over the table made out of an old match-box, while through the lattice of thorns that kept him confined, the warm spring breeze blew in all kinds of tempting smells from the garden. He really wanted out.
Ms Lilah Morgan Le Fay wore a suit made out of the best spider-silk. Her gauzy wings were immaculate, like her hair, and she carried a mean magic wand. She was the best in the business – now she'd given up all that trying to kill her brother and replace him on the throne with her evil nephew malarkey – and Spike had too much respect for her to do more than look discreetly down her cleavage when she bent forward to light her cigarette from his lighter.
"How long till you can get me out of here?" He got down to business at once.
She flicked cat-like grey eyes at him and ignored the papers that were there in front of her, waiting to be shuffled.
"That depends," she said, "on whether or not you're willing to enter into that alliance I mentioned."
"What? Me an' your evil masters, partners in crime? No way, pet, I told you. I'm the boss in this garden and I don't bow down to anyone."
She examined her perfect fingernails. "That's not what Angel says."
So the tosser had blabbed, had he? Spike glared at her. "I can't help it if some copper wants to throw his weight around – and a considerable weight it is – I'm the victim, I'll have you know." He shifted uncomfortably in his acorn chair.
"So, are you going to press assault charges against Officer Fairy Angel, then?" She was smiling, the stone-cold bitch!
Spike thought about it for a moment. It'd be fun seeing the look on Angel's face, but on the other hand, it might mean no more secret trysts behind the watering can, or hidden amongst the bedding plants on the borders and that'd be – well, it'd be bad.
"No," he said, with a sigh. "You can still get me out of here, right?"
"Sure." She stubbed out her cigarette. "But I'll have to think about it, Fairy Spike, and consult with my employers. The Wolf, the Ram and the Cute Furry Thing With Big Floppy Ears might not like you turning down their generous offer. They might decide not to bale you out unless they get a different answer."
Well, there was a warning, but Spike shrugged. He was used to threats, after all, though usually he was the one making them.
"Do your worst, love," he said, and he grinned.
Of course, that stupid great ponce Fairy Vampire Angel would choose that moment to come busting in for his evening shag. He looked narked when he saw Ms Morgan Le Fay, though she only smiled at him, as sweet as a viper, and disappeared in a shower of magical glittering dust that made both fairy vampires sneeze.
A moment later, Angel had Spike backed up into the corner, pressed right against the rose stems that threatened to snag his wings and tear them.
"Leaving so soon?" he growled, trying to sound like he couldn't give a toss and failing miserably as always.
Spike grinned at him and waggled his pointy ears just because he could.
"I think you're beginning to take me for granted, mate." He smirked. "What we need is a clean break."
Angel grabbed him by his forearms and glowered so hard, Spike thought his craggy forehead might split, like a snail-shell bashed against a rock by a hungry thrush.
"What we need – " he began, but Spike shut him up with a particularly passionate kiss and soon he had the stupid twat right where he wanted him, with his cock so far up Spike's arse it'd almost come out of his mouth, and there was nothing easier to get round than post-shag, blissed-out Fairy Vampire Angel. Spike did what he should have done before and cuddled him and whispered sweet-nothings into his ears until he was sure the big ponce was asleep. Then, as carefully as he could, he crawled out from underneath him, shook out his wings, rifled Angel's pockets for the key, then took to his heels and flew.
He didn’t forget to lock Angel in, though. It seemed the right thing to do in the circumstances. Let's see how he liked being stuck in an inaccessible cell in a rambler rose to which only one person had the key.
Pleased with himself, Spike dodged the fairy police guards easily, zig-zagging round them like an angry wasp and leading them a merry chase up and down the herbaceous borders, closer and closer to the wolf-spider's lair, with inevitable results.
He smiled in satisfaction as he listened to the fading screams, then flew back home to the compost heap, only stopping once along the way to duff up a hedgehog that had looked at him funny. And now here he was, back home at last, with a mug of cowslip beer in his hand and a cigarette and a beautiful, if stupid, woman massaging his feet.
It was time to get back to business, Spike thought, with a grin. He wondered how long it would be before he encountered Fairy Vampire Angel again and what exactly he'd have to do to make up for his great escape.
He was looking forward to it, whatever it was.
darker_spike Fairy Fic challenge but I don't really need any encouragement because it's spring and the grass is riz and I know exactly where the birdies is. Or something.Sequel to Rising Sap, in which our anti-hero was carted off to Fairy Prison for demanding money with menaces (well, they were slugs, can you blame him?)
Setting: A Garden, late spring
Pairings: Fairy Vampire Spike/Fairy Vampire Angel, mention of Fairy Vampire Spike/Fairy Vampire Harmony - sorry, I mean Colin.
Rating: NC17, I suppose for mention of m/m sex, Fairy Vampire Spike's bum etc.
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sueworld2003 and icon by hellziggy.The Great Escape
Fairy Vampire Spike sighed with satisfaction and lit another cigarette. It was good to be back in the lair after all this time – even good to listen to Colin – the female Colin, that is, who still didn't get that her name wasn't Harmony any more – droning on about nothing at all while she rubbed his feet, since at least he had a glorious view down her cleavage while she did it. She had pretty wings too and gorgeous blonde hair and lots of other advantages to outweigh the considerable disadvantage of her big, annoying mouth that never seemed to close.
Tuning her out with difficulty, Fairy Spike leaned back in his chair, which was carved out of a whole horse chestnut, and looked complacently round at the other Colins, his fairy vampire minions, all busy cleaning their thistle-swords and weed-guns in preparation for their next big job. It was good to be back.
Mind you, Spike thought, prison hadn't been all bad, even if his bum was still a bit sore from all the attention it'd been getting. In fact, if he hadn't been quite so pleased with himself for his great escape, he might actually be missing poor old Fairy Vampire Angel – the filthy turncoat! – and his great big wanger, though the thought of the trouble he'd be in for letting Spike get free on his watch was even better than sex.
With a smug smile, Spike thought back to the previous day and how it'd all started with a visit from his lawyer, the notorious – and notoriously fickle – Ms Lilah Morgan Le Fay. It went like this……..
Fairy Vampire Spike was bored out of his skull, and what's more, his arse was bloody sore. In the normal way of things, he'd be the first to bend over for a good buggering when it was Fairy Vampire Angel doing the driving - but twice a day for the last month? It was getting a bit much even for him.
Besides, there was fuck-all else to do in his inaccessible cell in the rambler rose and it wasn't as if Angel was up for turn-and-turn-about. No, the big ponce was just as selfish as ever, even if he did have a soul now - and didn't he realise that Spike had an Empire of Crime to run? Spike had said as much to female Colin when she'd come for their last conjugal and she'd agreed with every word he said. That was why he'd hired her, of course, but it didn't stop her being bloody annoying when she called him 'boss-y,' or even spoke at all.
There was no conversation round here either. There was only female Colin once a week- and Spike would rather she kept her mouth shut, thank you very much – or there was Angel, and he wasn't much given to small talk. No he was all, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am – or man, as the case might be, and occasionally, "Come back to me, Spike. Join the good guys and we'll be together forever," which only made Spike roll his eyes and want to puke up his guts. Had the daft old git no pride at all?
No, he'd decided, it was time to call in the cavalry and that was why he was currently facing his lawyer over the table made out of an old match-box, while through the lattice of thorns that kept him confined, the warm spring breeze blew in all kinds of tempting smells from the garden. He really wanted out.
Ms Lilah Morgan Le Fay wore a suit made out of the best spider-silk. Her gauzy wings were immaculate, like her hair, and she carried a mean magic wand. She was the best in the business – now she'd given up all that trying to kill her brother and replace him on the throne with her evil nephew malarkey – and Spike had too much respect for her to do more than look discreetly down her cleavage when she bent forward to light her cigarette from his lighter.
"How long till you can get me out of here?" He got down to business at once.
She flicked cat-like grey eyes at him and ignored the papers that were there in front of her, waiting to be shuffled.
"That depends," she said, "on whether or not you're willing to enter into that alliance I mentioned."
"What? Me an' your evil masters, partners in crime? No way, pet, I told you. I'm the boss in this garden and I don't bow down to anyone."
She examined her perfect fingernails. "That's not what Angel says."
So the tosser had blabbed, had he? Spike glared at her. "I can't help it if some copper wants to throw his weight around – and a considerable weight it is – I'm the victim, I'll have you know." He shifted uncomfortably in his acorn chair.
"So, are you going to press assault charges against Officer Fairy Angel, then?" She was smiling, the stone-cold bitch!
Spike thought about it for a moment. It'd be fun seeing the look on Angel's face, but on the other hand, it might mean no more secret trysts behind the watering can, or hidden amongst the bedding plants on the borders and that'd be – well, it'd be bad.
"No," he said, with a sigh. "You can still get me out of here, right?"
"Sure." She stubbed out her cigarette. "But I'll have to think about it, Fairy Spike, and consult with my employers. The Wolf, the Ram and the Cute Furry Thing With Big Floppy Ears might not like you turning down their generous offer. They might decide not to bale you out unless they get a different answer."
Well, there was a warning, but Spike shrugged. He was used to threats, after all, though usually he was the one making them.
"Do your worst, love," he said, and he grinned.
Of course, that stupid great ponce Fairy Vampire Angel would choose that moment to come busting in for his evening shag. He looked narked when he saw Ms Morgan Le Fay, though she only smiled at him, as sweet as a viper, and disappeared in a shower of magical glittering dust that made both fairy vampires sneeze.
A moment later, Angel had Spike backed up into the corner, pressed right against the rose stems that threatened to snag his wings and tear them.
"Leaving so soon?" he growled, trying to sound like he couldn't give a toss and failing miserably as always.
Spike grinned at him and waggled his pointy ears just because he could.
"I think you're beginning to take me for granted, mate." He smirked. "What we need is a clean break."
Angel grabbed him by his forearms and glowered so hard, Spike thought his craggy forehead might split, like a snail-shell bashed against a rock by a hungry thrush.
"What we need – " he began, but Spike shut him up with a particularly passionate kiss and soon he had the stupid twat right where he wanted him, with his cock so far up Spike's arse it'd almost come out of his mouth, and there was nothing easier to get round than post-shag, blissed-out Fairy Vampire Angel. Spike did what he should have done before and cuddled him and whispered sweet-nothings into his ears until he was sure the big ponce was asleep. Then, as carefully as he could, he crawled out from underneath him, shook out his wings, rifled Angel's pockets for the key, then took to his heels and flew.
He didn’t forget to lock Angel in, though. It seemed the right thing to do in the circumstances. Let's see how he liked being stuck in an inaccessible cell in a rambler rose to which only one person had the key.
Pleased with himself, Spike dodged the fairy police guards easily, zig-zagging round them like an angry wasp and leading them a merry chase up and down the herbaceous borders, closer and closer to the wolf-spider's lair, with inevitable results.
He smiled in satisfaction as he listened to the fading screams, then flew back home to the compost heap, only stopping once along the way to duff up a hedgehog that had looked at him funny. And now here he was, back home at last, with a mug of cowslip beer in his hand and a cigarette and a beautiful, if stupid, woman massaging his feet.
It was time to get back to business, Spike thought, with a grin. He wondered how long it would be before he encountered Fairy Vampire Angel again and what exactly he'd have to do to make up for his great escape.
He was looking forward to it, whatever it was.
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Date: 2006-05-11 12:59 pm (UTC)And even if it was all just a trick for freedom, I love Fairy!Angel being all blissed out and Fairy!Spike whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
And you say you're not romantic. It's there! You've got romance...I see it! ;-)
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Date: 2006-05-11 02:27 pm (UTC)Oh, yes! After all, Fairy Spike didn't shop Fairy Angel for assault, did he? He's in lu-urve, he just doesn't want to admit it.