Pretty Foots: Chapter One, by scymnus @ 04:28 am
Pretty Foots One: Rumplestilskin?
Notes: Threesome, toenail painting, OOC, silly nicknames, BDSM, series, Xander in Faith drag, grown men in underoos, kink, eventually fisting (come on it's practically my signature), currently not very graphic sex (sorry!), and eventually Puppet! Angel
Spike awoke to someone riding him like a bucking bronco. According to his internal clock, it was afternoon. He was blindfolded, and his legs were tied to the footboard. His hands were free. He stroked the person on top of him.
“Drusilla? Slayer? Angelus?”
Masculine chuckling. Inspector Spike examined the evidence. The person dancing on his willy was warm. That left out the pouf. Something nice and hard was poking his belly, so it weren’t a chit. He slid his hands down the soft hairless legs. Stockings. So it couldn’t be Harris, right?
The voice was oddly distorted. Spike hoped it wasn’t the old man with the news stand, where he nicked his cigs. Now there was a willy wilting thought.
Bounce bounce. Bounce bounce bounce.
“Do you identify as human?” He asked.
“Negative.” The boy said. “Negative. I am a meat popsicle.”
Spike chuckled. He also loved The Fifth Element.
“Squee!” He poked a finger into the boy’s tight hole.
“Mm, yeah. Touch my sweet spot. Work it like a clit.”
“I wasn’t done.”
“I’m still hard, luv.”
Spike nibbled on Xander’s neck with blunt human teeth.
“You can if you want to.” The boy quoted Vampire Hunter D.
“This some kind of vampire fetish, pet? Not doing that again.”
“It isn’t.” The boy insisted. “I only want you, and to a lesser extent Angel.”
“That‘s alright. He‘s my Sire.”
“Cool. Anyway, I know all about you and the Buffinator.”
“Let’s just not go there. How you could shag someone with those giant clodhoppers is beyond me.”
“There was no shagging. Kissing? Yes. Pussy jokes, spankings, and oral sex? Yes, but her blow jobs suck, her spankings were crap, and she had that not so fresh feeling.”
“So, what brings you to my crypt, beautiful stranger?”
Unbeknownst to Spike, his boy blushed.
“I wanted to cheer you up. At first I thought, even the evil dead like cookies, so I made a few calls. Turned out that the only cookie delivery place in town won’t deliver to the cemeteries.”
“That’s not surprising, luv. Although, Peaches found a swanky new cookie place in L.A. that’ll deliver anywhere, and they’ve got cookie baskets with people and cookies in them. You can even get drugged people, so it doesn’t hurt to bite them. Squee!”
“Not squee. It’s cute when I say it. Or when Dawn, Willow or Tara says it. Buffy, not so much.”
“What’s your point, whelp?”
“My point is that you’re the Big Bad, so you-” He poked his vampire in the chest. “Can’t say squee!”
“Pouty!” The boy teased, he leaned over, and sucked Spike’s lower lip into his mouth. He tugged it playfully, before releasing it.
“I love you.” The boy said, gently.
He kissed his vampire sweetly, and continued to ride him with joyful abandon. Running his hands over the smooth cool chest.
“And I love you.“
“You’re nice and tight, love.” Spike said.
“Virgin.” The boy mumbled.
“Why don’t you untie me, and un-blindfold me, and I’ll take you the right way? We could go out, and have a lovely time.”
“I’m having a lovely time.” The boy insisted. “I’d hoped that you were too.”
“I am, baby.”
“I’ll untie you, but you have to pinky swear that you’ll leave the blindfold on.”
“Cross my wicked shrunken heart.”
“Could’ve been worse. I could’ve used the word desiccated.”
The boy untied his beloved vampire. Spike considered whipping off the blindfold, but he didn’t want to betray his boy’s trust. Despite the voice distortion, he knew that it was his nummy. He kissed him.
“Anyway, I could be hideous.” Nummy said.
“I doubt that.”
“I could be Elephant Man ugly.”
“Then I’d just invest in a lot of paper bags.”
The boy laughed.
“Ooh, do that again!”
But it was hard to laugh on command.
“I don’t care what you look like, pet. I want you to be mine. I’ll turn you once I get this sodding chip out.”
“Don’t I get a say in that?” The boy teased.
“Nope. I’m a veal man. You know that, yeah?”
“Yeah. Guess I won’t be an old man gumming on my young toy boy.”
“I can live with that. Or um unlive with it.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“You know, I always thought you’d liked old Rupert.”
“Eww, no. Pseudo father figure.”
“So you’ve never thought of pouncing on him-”
“Taking him out, slicking him up-”
“And riding the old sock puppet of love?”
“Methinks you doth protest too much.”
“You thinks what you want.”
“God! I’m such a slut!”
“I can’t get enough cock.” The boy said, shyly.
“Only I get to fuck you. Any other man what sticks it to ya, he’ll have to answer to me. ‘Cept for Peaches.”
“He’s my Sire. If you become my consort, he gets to have you. Of course, according to lore, he gets to bust your cherry, but he’s a pretty accommodating fellow.”
“So accommodating that he tried to send the world to Hell?”
“He was a little crazy for a bit. He’d had the soul too long, and it drove him round the bend, yeah?”
“I’m just glad that he has it again.”
“He doesn’t, does he?” The whelp asked, softly.
“True or pretty?”
“Is it too late for pretty?”
“Oh yes. Oh yes Xan, yes. The soul is there, and stuck on tight. He’s on his way to marry Buffy, and they’ll make lots o’ nasty little rotters, and live happily ever after.”
The boy struggled.
“Let me go! I have to warn Buffy.”
Spike grabbed the boy, and slammed him on his back, and resumed thrusting deeply.
“You’re hurting.” The boy mewled.
Spike was still for a moment. Then he resumed, gently.
“I’m sorry, pet. I didn’t want to hurt, but I can’t let you have Buffy kill my Sire.” He let the boy up. “Go.”
“Get out, yeah? We’re too different, pet. Don’t let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.”
“Do I hafta?”
“Yes.” Spike gritted out.
“But I love you.”
“I know. Feeling’s mutual, ducks.”
“You still love him?”
No use in pretending he didn’t know who the whelp meant.
The boy turned his head away.
“Guess it was stupid for me to hope you loved me.”
“You can’t love more than one person.”
Spike gently turned the boy’s face towards him. Eerie that. Xander wondered how effective blindfolds were against super vamp senses.
“What about your parents? You can love your Mum, and your Dad.”
“They didn’t- He didn’t-”
“They never touched me.” Xander said. “But they, um- ignore me. They gave Uncle Rory my bedroom, and charge me rent to live in the basement.”
“You’re my boy now, and I won’t never let you go.”
Spike praised the boy, as he slowly rode his vampire to completion.
“Still hard?” The boy asked.
“Yeah, but I’m all shagged out.”
“Oh. Can I- Never mind.” He turned his face away again.
“Can I what?”
“You’ll probably say no.”
“That’s not a reason to not ask.”
Xander gave him a little kiss.
“Okay. Can I fuck you?”
“Yes, but just be gentle, yeah? I haven’t done that in a very long time.”
Spike rolled over on his belly.
“I was a virgin when I was turned, so it generally hurts.”
“We don’t have to do that if you hate it.”
“I couldn’t hate anything you did, baby.”
Xan climbed off the vampire. Spike didn’t peek. He knew it was Xander and he surely looked so pretty, and sad. Spike wanted to bundle him up, and love him forever.
Well, that’s just what I’ll do.
“I want to give you a massage. I’m thinking that your bastard of a Sire never soothed and relaxed you, baby.”
“M’ not a baby.”
“You’re my baby.”
Xander warmed the cool massage oil in his hands, before smoothing it over the vampire’s back. He rubbed him briskly, smoothly, softly, raining little kisses on his back, for over an hour. He let oil dribble down Spike’s bum, and massaged it into the crack. He pushed one finger into his hole.
“Is that okay?”
Xander pushed in a second finger. He scissored them inside Spike’s cool channel.
Three burned a little, but Xander soothed it away.
“Ready for me?”
Xander slowly pushed in his erection. Spike was so cold and tight, the boy worried that he wouldn’t be able to last long. He kissed Spike’s shoulder.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Spike said.
Kiss. Fondle. Nuzzle.
“I love you.” Xander said.
He slowly made love to Spike, for over an hour. He brought off his lover first, before cumming inside him, and draping himself over his back.
“Am I too heavy?”
They napped for awhile. When Spike awoke, he heard the tell tale signs of someone dressing.
“Leaving so soon?”
“Thought I might, yeah.”
“Can I hear your real voice?”
“Not yet, but you’re a smart vamp. I left you a clue. You’re gonna leave your blindfold on until after I’ve left.”
“You’re a vampire. It’s a game. Like the hunt.”
The boy left. When he was certain that he was gone, Spike took off the blindfold. He got off the bed, and found a wee shoe. It wasn’t his. His feet were a respectable size ten.
Spike picked up the tennis shoe. It was a size 8 Ked.
“The game is afoot.” He said, and winced at his own bad pun.
He went back to bed. That night he got his kit on, and decided to make his way over to the kiddie hang out.
Sadly, the De Soto had died a noble death, so he was left hoofing it. And he was out of smokes. He’d quit if the boy truly wanted him to, but he doubted it would come to that. He worried that someone he didn’t like, didn’t love, had found out about his Xander obsession, and chose to exploit it.
If it weren’t him, I’ll just pay him a visit like.
Suitably cheered, Spike made his way to the Bronze.
He surreptitiously checked out the other men’s feet at the teen hangout. Earlier that evening, he’d even considered looking at the Watcher’s feet, but it couldn’t be him. The Watcher was prolly loose as the old whore he was.
Harris was dancing with another man.
Mating more like. Spike thought.
Their tongues fucked, and they ran their hands over each other’s bodies. Xander turned his back to the other man, who thrust against him in a parody of sex. Spike had had enough of that cock teasing bitch. He set down his beer, and stalked his chosen prey.
“What’s a slut like you doing in a nice place like this?” Spike purred.
“Are you stalking me?” Xander asked. “It’s flattering, but creepy.”
“Mine.” Spike growled.
“Rude much?” Xander said, continuing to writhe against the other man. “Me and…what’s your name again, Sweetie?”
“Thanks. Me and Todd are getting our dance on. Go away.”
“You have a meep on your nose.” Spike informed Xander.
He tweaked Xander’s nose. “Meep.”
The boys laughed. Todd glowered at both of them.
Spike checked out Xander’s feet. Drool. Thigh high black leather boots. Very small feet.
“Size 8 shoes, pet?”
“Yup. You’d never fit into ’em.”
“You’d be surprised what I’d fit into.”
“You’re never gonna fuck me, Spike. Because it’s wrong.”
“Listen, Faith Lite, you’re coming home with me.”
“You want I should get ride of this bastard for you?” Todd asked.
“Like you could, wanker.”
“Spike, huh? Do you live up to your nickname?”
“You have no idea, pillock.”
“Don’t tease Spike, Todd. We’re five by five.”
“I wanna take him out back, and teach him a lesson.”
“No need, Todd. Spike’s going to fuck off of his own accord. Unless of course he can say something nice about me.”
“Did you turn into a chit without telling me, Harris?”
“You have pretty feet.” Spike muttered.
“Was that so hard?”
Spike treated Xander to a nose kissy.
“You came here with me.” Todd bitched.
“I’m leaving with him.”
Todd punched Spike. Spike punched him back, then clutched his head. Xander cold cocked Todd. They stepped over him.
“Let’s go back to my crypt, pretty foots.”
“Just a nickname. I think it suits you.”
“Thanks. But let’s go to my place instead. I have two words for you: running water.”
“Works for me. I’d like to get you set up in my nest though. I have an electrician friend that owes me a favor.”
Spike tickled his boy.
“Nighty night, Ted.” Xander said, with a mocking little wave.
“Todd.” The prone man whined.
Spike kicked him in the ribs.
“Fuckity fuck!” He shouted, clutching his poor hurt head.
“Poor baby.” Xander soothed. “Let’s go back to my apartment for some chicken and waffles.”
“Did you just go there, girlfriend?” Angelus asked, kinda mysteriously, but mostly poufily. He was wearing leather pants, and a wet white wife beater.
“Guh.” Xander drooled.
“I’ll take that guh, and raise you a gah.” Spike drooled on Xander.
“Are you evil?” Xander asked. “If so, do you have an uncontrollable urge to drag us back to your apartment, and shag us rotten? I‘d have to struggle, because it‘s wrong, but I know I couldn‘t stop you from having your wicked way with me. Be gentle. I‘m a virgin. Well, not really.”
“Xander, are those Faith’s boots?”
“Yes, Angelus. Do you like them?”
“Yeah, baby. I love them. I can’t wait to have you on your back-”
“Now wait just a minute.” Spike interrupted.
“Legs lewdly spread, hole stretched around my cock.”
“He’s mine.” Spike snapped.
“I’ve twelve inches, boy, and you make me hard.”
“Guh.” Xan drooled.
“I can last for hours, if I’ve fed well.”
“Fed?” Xander squeaked.
“Don’t worry, Xan, I won’t bite you, unless you ask nicely.”
“Xan?” Spike tried.
“With cream and sugar and strawberries on top?” Xander continued.
“Will ye cry when I take ye?”
“If you want me to.”
“I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.” Spike pouted.
“Who says ye have a choice, childe?”
“That’s some chubby ye got there lad. Sure I can’t-” Unzip. “Take care of that for ye?”
“Take every inch, Dead Boy.” Xander encouraged. “Guh!”
Spike pushed his hands up Xander’s shirt.
“Cold hands in new places!” The boy squeaked.
“Please, Harris. I know it were you what snuck into me crypt and rode me love pony.”
“More like a love stallion.”
“You dicked my sweet Xan?”
“Ooh, I woulda liked to have seen is all.”
“Good thing I have video tape.”
“You taped us, and you didn’t tell me?” Pouting, chin quivering, eyes filling with tears. Gah!
“I thought you’d be mad.”
“You thought he’d sell it on Ebay or pay per view.” Angelus corrected.
“I busted my sweet nummy’s cherry, blindfolded I might add, and therefore haven’t seen him with his head thrown back in passion.”
“You will.” Xander promised. “Tonight.”
“Let’s go back to the mansion.” Angelus suggested. “I want to fuck you both.”
“Do we get any say in this, Sire?” Spike asked.
“Sure, but I have an Xbox 360, and a new racing game.”
His boys drooled in tandem.
“You would pass up mind blowing sex for video games?” Angelus demanded.
“Duh?” Spike said.
“Totally duh.” Xander agreed.
“We’ll play video games after our post coital nap.” Angelus said, firmly.
“Ooh, I forgot you were an old geezer.” Xander said.
He smooched Angelus a la Bugs Bunny, then ran off cackling, his lovers in hot pursuit. Spike goosed him, then hauled him into his arms. They kept running, right into a brassed off Slayer. Buffy.
“Angel?” Buffy said, eyes filling with tears. “Is it really you?”
“Yes.” Angelus lied. “It’s me, Buffy. But we can never be together, because it’s wrong.” He laughed.
“Sorry Angel, but Xander already called Faith.” Spike said.
“Are you evil again?” Buffy demanded.
“Say what?” Faith said. “Are those my boots?”
“Heh heh. Look, a pretty cloud!”
“Not evil.” Angelus said, firmly.
“Okay, so we can make with the smoochies?” Buffy asked, getting up in his business. “I mean you’re not evil. I’m not evil. We can’t go all the way, but maybe we could go part way?”
“Eww.” Xander said.
“I know his broodiness is hot stuff.” Faith said. “He could have me on a cracker, and I would provide the cracker. But that doesn’t change the fact that whenever you two get hot and heavy, he tries to send the world into Hell.”
“Sheesh.” Angelus griped. “I tried once, unsuccessfully I might add. That’s not a set pattern of behavior.”
“So we can get back together?” Lots of blinking. Possibly winking. Uber eww.
“I’m sorry, Buffy. I want Spike and Xander.”
“But they’re guys.” Buffy wailed.
“Um duh?” Angelus replied.
“No, you’re not gay.”
“Why not?” Spike asked.
“No one I’ve ever gone out with or slept with, Hell danced with is allowed to be gay, cuz I say so.”
“I’m bi, but I like guys best.” Angelus said. “The guys I like are Xander and Spike. Whoo hoo! I rhymed! Squee!”
“Bounce!” Spike and Xander shouted, bouncing.
Angelus and Faith got in on the act.
“Can I come with you guys, and watch?” Faith asked. “Maybe get in on the action, or at least steal back my boots?”
“Eep!” Xander said.
Faith had come on to him once before. He’d run away like a little girl into the night. That chick was scary.
“Tomorrow, pet.” Spike promised. “Peaches and Xander are about to have their first time together, and he’s gonna renew his relationship with yours truly.”
“We’ve got Xbox.” Xander said.
“I have Xbox.” Angelus corrected.
His boys pouted in stereo.
“We have Xbox.” He said, resigned.
There was much splee! And bouncing. The three men went out to the Angel-mobile. Buffy watched them go. She suspected that they had set up shop in the creepy old mansion on Crawford. She intended to investigate.
“Hey B, seeing as how your ex is getting groiny with two dudes, what say we have a little fun?”
“Sure.” Buffy said, shyly.
The evil slayer insister that they take a bath together before the festivities, but that is another story, to be told another time.
Angelus and his guys sprang out of the sports car, and rushed inside the mansion. They headed to the bedroom, and undressed quickly.
“How do you want me?” Xander asked.
“On your back, my love.” Angelus answered.
Xander obeyed, shyly.
“Prepare pretty foots, William.” Angelus commanded.
Spike lubed his fingers, and pressed two inside the whelp, who squirmed prettily. Three. Twist. Whine.
“Got your sweet spot, yeah love?” Spike asked.
Xander was ready. Angelus lifted his legs up over his shoulders, and pressed his slicked erection inside. The boy worked to take every inch. Spike grinned wickedly, and took Xander's erection into his mouth. Angelus pouted.
"I was going to do that. We dead guys are pretty limber."
The three men made love until dawn. When Angelus finished taking Xander, the vampire took Spike, and was taken by Xander at the same time. Afterwards, the three man fell fast asleep.
Angelus awoke the next morning with Spike. The blonde was sound asleep. He decided not to wake him. He donned a pair of black silk boxers, and went to look for Xander.
“Take that B!”
“Hey! This isn’t bumper cars.”
Buffy and Faith were wearing jammies playing racing games. They were cheating. Shoving each other, and occasionally pausing the game to fight on the floor. Xander wore nothing but a pair of X-Men underoos. He stamped one pretty foot.
“Buffy Anne Summer!” He said. “You and Faith are guests in this house.”
“Watch out B, pretty foots is on the rag!” Faith snorted.
Xander leaped onto Faith, and they fought on the floor. She pulled her punches. Soon they were tickling each other, best friends. Damn. More fighting. And some yelling. Spike walked into the living room, blinking sleepily, and wearing nothing but Teen Titans underoos.
“Why are there Slayers in our un-living room?” He asked.
“Hah!” Faith said. “We don’t have to be invited. Not like you vamps.”
“Can I eat her?” Spike asked.
“No.” Angelus said, firmly.
He was concerned about Xander, as he and Faith were still fighting. Sure she wasn’t using full Slayer strength, but she was unpredictable.
“Snarl.” Xander said, biting Faith on the shoulder.
“Pretty foots, no biting.” Angelus scolded.
You’d think that would be a given. The vampires thought.
“But Angel.” Xander whined. “She wants my boots! And I didn’t bite hard.”
“Biting is never acceptable, young man.” Spike said, tersely.
Xander quickly rolled off of Faith, who laughed.
“That’s quite a stiffy you’re sporting, champ!”
Spike pouted. Xander went over to him, and gave him a kiss. They flopped down on the couch, and kissed passionately.
"Keep it above the waist, guys." Buffy said.
She sternly told herself that watching an ex getting jiggy with her friend was not sexy at all. Really.
“So, what’s the plan, Stan?” Xander asked, gazing up at Angelus.
“Breakfast, then throwing out our guests.” He replied.
“Cool.” Spike said.
“Hey!” Buffy complained. “We’re guests in your apartment.”
She and Faith began to pout. The dark haired Slayer practically made pouting into a sex act with those lips. Buffy and the guys drooled.
“There’s a big bad that needs killing not too far from here.” Faith said.
“You’re the only Big Bad for me.” Xander said.
They resumed snogging, Spike gripping his boy’s hair.
To Be Continued...
Puppet Angel: Oh that is just not on!
scymnus: Bwahaha! Tune in tomorrow. Same Pretty Foots time. Same Pretty Foots channel!