Length: 986 words
Spoilers: Through season five to be safe.
Summary: Spike picks out a Halloween costume.
Notes: Written for fall_for_sx Mod Day using Xander’s quote from Halloween for inspiration: "Those wacky vampires, that’s why I love ‘em. They just keep ya guessing!"
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written: October 19, 2007
Spike blew through the apartment with a brown paper sack in his hands, wearing an expression that Xander recognized as one that could only mean trouble. Xander paused the DVD he’d been watching and followed Spike into the bedroom.
“Our Halloween costumes.” Spike tossed the bag unceremoniously onto the bed.
Xander kept an eye on the bag, as though it were a poisonous snake ready to strike. Xander wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Spike picking out his Halloween costume. “I thought vampires didn’t do Halloween.”
Spike’s duster landed beside the bag, and he raised one eyebrow at Xander as he eagerly pulled the bag open.
Xander rolled his eyes. “Oh, right, of course, you march to your own beat.”
“Got that right, pet.”
Xander’s mild curiosity at the black mesh t-shirt turned to a silent horror at the short black leather skirt, but he could no longer remain quiet when the strappy high heels hit the bed. “No. No way. I am not wearing that. I don’t care how good the sex is, you’re not getting me into a skirt. And those heels would kill my arches. Besides, my calves are all wrong for . . . .”
Spike smirked. “Heels make your legs look long and slender. But don’t worry, that outfit’s mine. They didn’t have the skirt in your size.”
Xander’s eyes might have bugged out a little bit at the idea of Spike in that outfit, and he might have felt a tiny bit of relief that he wasn’t required to wear it, so he missed the subtle dig at first. “Oh, good. Hey!”
Spike held the skirt up. “‘Sides, not having my natural grace, you’d be like a bull in a china shop on those heels.”
“Oh, I have grace. I’ll have you know, I am Mr. Graceful.”
Xander forgot his indignation as Spike tore off his clothes and threw them into a scattered heap on the bed.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Gotta make sure they fit, don’t I?”
“Uhh . . . yes?”
Based on Spike’s actions, Xander figured that was the right answer, though he was still having a tough time wrapping his mind around the fact that Spike was actually eager to try on a skirt and heels.
Moments later Spike had pulled the mesh t-shirt on and had shimmied into the skirt. He sat on the bed to strap on the heels while Xander could only stand like a lump in the middle of the bedroom and stare at him.
Spike stood up and turned to Xander with his hands on his hips. “Well?”
Oddly enough, Spike looked good. Better than good, but before Xander could open his mouth to say so, Spike threw his hand out.
“Wait! I’m not done. Need to see the full effect.”
Spike reached back into the back and then tottered towards the bathroom. Xander could do nothing but follow him. Xander stood in the doorway and watched as Spike re-wet his hair and spiked it, then used his lighter to warm up the tip of the eyeliner pencil and carefully applied a black line around his eyes.
Xander was transfixed. Not just because Spike was wearing a skirt and applying makeup, but because he was so . . . good at it. Spike smudged the eyeliner, then picked up a tube of lipstick and opened his lips. Xander’s cock throbbed.
Spike paused, lipstick poised at his lips. His eyes slid towards Xander.
Instead of answering, Spike applied the lipstick -- black, of course -- then leaned his hip against the sink as he recapped the tube. He snatched a tissue from the box and blotted his lips, then dropped the tissue into the wastebasket with a little flourish.
“Uh, wait, why did you need to come into the bathroom to put your, uh, makeup on?”
Spike shrugged. “Habit.”
Spike smirked. “But mostly so I could watch your reaction. So what do you think?”
Spike pushed away from the sink, did a little twirl, then slid his hand down over the soft leather covering his hip. Xander’s eyes followed the motion. He had to swallow before he could answer, because Spike should have looked foolish, but somehow he managed to look hot instead. Pale skin set off by the black, blue eyes appearing even bluer. He was gorgeous.
“I-I like it.”
Spike gave Xander a knowing look. “I can tell.” Spike slid out of the bathroom, intentionally rubbing against Xander as he slipped past. “Wanna see what I’ve got on under my skirt?”
As if he were being pulled along by a leash Xander followed Spike, he couldn’t help himself, but he figured it didn’t hurt to play a little bit hard to get. “I already know what you’ve got on under your skirt.”
Spike backed up until his shoulders hit the wall. Hands on his hips he shifted the leather, lifting the skirt a tantalizing inch. “Telling me you don’t want to find out for yourself?”
“Come on, Xander. Want me on my knees, leaving a lipstick ring around your dick? Wanna lift this skirt to bare my tight little ass and fuck me up against the wall?”
Xander still couldn’t form words, but his legs worked, and they took him across the room until he was flush with Spike. He lowered his head, but Spike stopped him with a finger across his lips before their lips could touch.
“Don’t muss my lipstick.”
Xander growled. “Fuck the lipstick.” Xander pinned Spike’s wrist to the wall and kissed him, his other hand sliding over the soft leather covering Spike’s ass, squeezing.
“Knew you’d like this outfit,” Spike said as Xander’s hand slipped beneath the mesh t-shirt.
“I do,” Xander said. “I really, really do.”
Spike might like to pick fights with Xander’s friends, or embarrass Xander in public even more than Anya had, but Xander knew one thing. Life with Spike would never be dull.
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