Spander Inquisition Fic
This is for willshenillshe who requested "eyeliner, corsets - as in, learning how to put them both on properly" with a rating of "NC-17, baby". I assumed that the addition of "baby" after NC-17 did NOT imply that she wanted Mpreg. If she did, she's out of luck. ;)
Anyway... On with the fic.
Title: The Most Beautiful Woman
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I own nothing, but you're welcome to take my student loans.
Written for the 2004 Spander Inquisition run by rubywisp
Thanks to phoenixat and sleeping_dragon for excellent feedback. And mucho, mucho thanks to the amazing silvertedy for her line editing and for getting me back on track when this started to get too angsty. I love you all. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
The Most Beautiful Woman
Xander stared at the photos. A handful of old black and whites of a half-naked woman from Spike's past. In one photo she was wrapped in a long white sheet, in another she hid her most intimate parts behind large, feathered fans, and in Xander's favorite she wore a dark, tight corset, a scrap of fabric meant to be panties, and dark stockings. She sat on a stool, legs spread, hands behind her back, chest out. The look on her face screamed, “Fuck me hard.”
Xander wondered who she was. What she had been to Spike. Friend? Lover? Certainly more than a meal if he’d kept these. She was beautiful--slender, with long light-colored hair, bright eyes, full lips. Her skin was pale, like Spike's. Xander guessed she might be a vampire. Perhaps they could track her down if she were still alive. Find out if she was as amazing in person as in the photos.
Spike flopped down beside Xander on the sofa and glanced over at the photos in his hand. “You fancy him, pet?”
“She's beautiful. She... Wait--” Xander turned to Spike, his brow furrowed. “W-w-what do you mean h-h-him?”
“The guy in the photos.” He nodded at the pictures, “Him.”
Xander looked at the photos, then at Spike. Photos, Spike. Photos, Spike. “Huh?”
“That,” Spike smiled, “is a bloke.”
“Yeah, right. Pull the other one, Spike. Who is she? Some vamp you shagged? I'm not jealous. You can tell me.”
“I'm not worried about that, luv. And yeah, he’s a vamp. But the hot piece you're drooling over--definitely not female.”
“No.”
“Yep.”
“How? I mean... Her face. Her body. So ... ”
“Feminine?”
Xander nodded.
“Thanks.”
“Huh?”
“That's me, pet.”
“What? Huh? What!?!” Xander jumped up. Once again his eyes flew from the photo to Spike. Photo, Spike. Photo, Spike. “No.”
“Yep.”
“No.”
“Xan, luv, it's me,” Spike sighed. “Spent a few months hanging out with some photographers in New York back in the seventies. One night I got dressed. Took some photos, fucked like rabbits. Good times had by all.”
Xander refused to be swayed. “Wait. This can't be you.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “And why's that?”
Xander pointed at the crotch in the photo. “Legs wide, tiny little pair of panties? No dick, Spike. There's no way that--” Xander pointed at Spike's crotch “--is hiding behind this.”
Spike smiled at Xander and tried not to laugh.
“What?!? Even if it weren't my favorite cock in the world--”
“Better be. It's the only one you've had.”
Now it was Xander's turn to roll his eyes. “Even so, there's no way you're hiding that.”
“Umm... it's called tucking.”
“Huh?”
Enough with the Huh? already! “How much do you really want to know?”
Xander was silent, his eyes riveted to the images. How much did he want to know? He wasn't sure he'd ever been as turned on as he was now. This gorgeous woman was his boyfriend. His.
He turned to Spike and leaned in close. “Show me,” he whispered into Spike's mouth.
Spike closed the distance between them and caught Xander's lower lip between his own. He kissed his lover softly then pulled away just enough to mumble, “Tomorrow night then,” before diving back in to kiss him again.
***
All day at work, Xander’s thoughts were preoccupied with images of Spike in a corset. He still couldn't quite believe Spike was in those pictures. He loved the things that made Spike a man, but he couldn't deny the attraction to Spike as a woman.
He hesitated when he reached his apartment door. Before he'd left that morning, Spike had smiled and said, “See ya tonight, luv,” with a twinkle in his eye. Now that he was getting what he'd wished for, Xander wasn’t sure he was ready for what was waiting inside.
With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Xander opened the door and walked in--to find it looked the same as always. He found himself both relieved and disappointed. Spike walked out of the bedroom looking like he'd just woken up. A pair of sweatpants sat low on his hip, his feet and chest were bare.
“Evening pet, join me in the shower?” Spike kissed Xander quickly before turning to the bathroom.
Xander hid his disappointment. It wasn't that he didn't want (and need) the shower, he'd just been expecting more. Like Spike wearing a corset and stockings, his face made-up, just begging to be fucked six ways to Sunday. Instead, it looked like he’d slept all day and completely forgotten.
The sound of running water brought Xander back to the present. Following Spike, he walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. When he stepped into the shower, Spike was standing in the water, head tipped back. He's so beautiful. Xander knew he should just be happy with what he had. Before he'd looked through those old photos he'd been perfectly content. He stepped forward and rested his hands at Spike's waist. So slender, so soft.
“Hey,” Spike whispered. “You ready?”
“Huh?”
Oh, no. Not with the whole “Huh?” routine again. “You ready? I'm about to reveal how it is I managed to be a sexier woman than any of those bints you've been with.”
“Hey,” Xander scolded. “Be nice.”
“Sorry.” Spike let his lower lip stick out a tad. Xander couldn't resist his pout. “You know it's true though.” A slow blink sealed the deal.
“Okay. You win. You're both the sexiest man and the sexiest woman I've ever been with.”
“Haven’t been with me as a woman yet. You gonna help me, then?”
“What do you need?”
Spike stepped back and turned to grab a few items from the side of the tub. He handed Xander a razor and a can of shaving cream. “First step’s to get nice and smooth.”
Xander's eyes widened.
“Let's start with the legs, luv.” With one hand on Xander's shoulder, he pushed him down until he'd dropped to his knees. “Long smooth strokes. Don't want any nicks, now. Save the blood for later, yeah?” Spike grinned.
Xander squirted some shaving cream into the palm of his hand and spread it over Spike's left leg. Slowly and carefully he shaved the lower then upper leg repeating his actions on the right leg until Spike was smooth from ankles to hips. Xander stood and pressed his lips to Spike’s. “You feel good. Smooth, silky, yet strong.”
Xander started to set the razor down, “Unh-uh, luv. Not done yet. Gotta look right in my little panties.”
Spike watched Xander's adam's apple bob as he realized what he was being asked to do.
Spike waggled his eyebrows and nodded.
Xander dropped back to his knees and stared at Spike's crotch. He didn’t know where to begin. He’d shaved his arms and legs for swimming once, but not this. The Speedo had covered something, after all.
“Need some help?” Xander nodded. “'S easy, a little shave cream.” Spike squirted some into his hand and smeared it over his crotch, above and around the base of his cock, over and behind his balls. “Then you just...” Spike trailed off as he gently began removing all the hair. Xander continued to kneel before him staring, occasionally glancing up at the concentrated look on Spike's face.
“See?” Spike turned into the water and rinsed himself. “Easy as pie.” Spike ran the razor under his arms and then sat it on the side of the tub. “Not really any hair on my chest or arms to worry about. If we were getting you all dressed up, well....” Spike licked his lips, “Mmm.”
Xander was speechless. The thought Spike's hands caressing his smooth, hairless skin... Xander shook off the thoughts and stood up when he realized Spike had turned off the water and was standing there holding out a towel for him.
He hadn't expected Spike to take everything so seriously. He wasn't just putting on a corset for Xander, he was going through the motions of making himself into a woman. He stared in surprise as Spike smoothed lotion all over his body with care he hadn't witnessed since living with Anya. His moves were sensual, he clearly enjoyed pampering himself like this.
Xander reached for the bottle. Spike smiled as he handed it over. Xander worked some lotion into Spike's back, working his way down from his shoulders to the top of his ass. He'd admired Spike's body since their first night together, but he'd never really thought of how slight he was, how his torso was V-shaped, narrowing at the waist. Slim hips, curved ass, slender legs. He wasn't girly, but there were women who'd die for some of Spike's features.
“What now?” Xander leaned in and kissed the side of Spike's neck before moving up to nibble on his ear.
Spike tilted his head and moaned as Xander kissed and nipped at him. He'd been nervous about doing this with Xander, but his boy seemed to be responding to it all rather well. “I'm thinking first make-up, then clothes. 'Cause once you see me in those clothes, I don't know that you'll be able to hold your hand steady enough to help me with my make-up.”
Xander blushed. Spike was probably right. He was already having trouble focusing. Even with a naked Spike in front of him, the photo was still stuck in his head. The mere thought that he'd be able to touch that fantasy was driving him crazy.
“I can put the stuff on myself, but it's been a while and I can't exactly check the mirror. So... I thought maybe I could do you to show you how and then you can do me.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
“You want to put make-up on me.”
“Trust me, Xan. You'll look good with a little kohl around your eyes. Girls'll go crazy.”
“What girls?” he squeaked. “No. No girls. No anybody. I am not wearing make-up, Spike.”
“Shh, relax,” he brushed his lips across Xander's and squeezed his hands. “It washes off.”
Xander nodded and squeezed back, but didn't say anything. How did he get himself into these situations?
Spike reached into a bag on the vanity and pulled out a black pencil. “Open your eyes and look up.” Xander did as requested and Spike carefully drew a thin line under Xander's lower lashes from the inside to the outside edge of his eye. “Good. Now close 'em and relax.” Again Xander obeyed, and Spike drew a line from just inside the middle of the lids to the outside corner, along the lash line. “You can open again.”
Xander opened his eyes and looked at Spike then at the mirror.
“Not done yet, silly. Now we smudge it a little.” With the tip of his pinky finger, Spike slightly smudged the bottom lines. “Close.” He repeated his actions to the upper lids. “Open.”
Xander again opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. His eyes looked larger, more obvious, and yet a little softer. Feminine, but somehow not. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he liked the look.
“Look hot, luv.” Spike leaned in for a kiss. “I can handle the rest, the liner's the hardest part without a mirror. So, what do you say? You ready to do me?”
Xander grinned and eyed Spike from head to toe. “Thought we were gonna dress you up first.”
“Yeah, yeah. Guess you're not freaked out anymore, huh? Here,” he handed the pencil to Xander.
Xander carefully applied and then smudged the liner just like Spike had shown him. He was amazed at how much the blue in Spike's eyes suddenly stood out against his pale skin. He remembered how bright and vibrant the eyes had seemed in the photo, even in black and white.
Spike reached into the bag again and pulled out a couple more items. Xander watched in awe as Spike applied mascara and dabbed a bit of red on the center of his lower lip. It was just enough to further accentuate his features. His cheekbones stood out in sharp contrast, his lips suddenly seemed fuller, more pouty, and his eyes... Xander couldn't take his own off of Spike’s.
“Beautiful,” Xander whispered. “You're so beautiful.” He cupped Spike's jaw and ran his thumb along his cheek, reveling in the beauty of this man. His lover. His.
“Come on, luv. It's time to get dressed.” Spike stepped back and led Xander to the bedroom. When they walked through the door, Xander saw the clothes carefully laid out on the bed. A black corset with red ribbon lacing, a tiny black g-string, stockings, and high-heeled shoes. Xander stared at the shoes. They were the epitome of 'fuck-me pumps.' He didn’t even want to know where Spike had found shoes like that in his size. He had a sudden flashback to being forced to wear a bra and wig and dance for those stupid frat boys.
“Breathe, pet. Can't have you passin' out on me before we get to the good part.”
Xander forced a breath and tried to relax. That experience had been humiliating, but this was different. Cross-dressing like this had never crossed his mind before. Now it was all he could think about. He was intrigued by the thought of Spike in these clothes and not a little embarrassed that he wondered what they'd feel like against his own skin. How would he look? His body was so different from Spike's. Would he be as sexy?
“We'll start with the hard part first, gotta tuck away the evidence.”
“Tuck away the evidence?” Xander knew what Spike meant, but had no clue how he meant to do it.
“Yeah, gotta hide the goodies. Won't look much like a lady with my cock sticking out the top of this little thing, now will I?” Spike held the thong panties in his hand.
“Uh... where exactly... ?
Spike smiled and lay down on the bed, knees bent up, legs open. “Watch and learn.”
Xander's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Spike pushed his balls up inside his body. “Spike!”
“Relax, Xander. They started out up there, they shrink up in there when you're cold, they can fit up there anytime. Just have to be gentle. It's a bit uncomfortable, but no harm.”
Xander watched amazed as Spike's nuts disappeared and then winced as Spike stood up and pulled his penis down and back between his legs and tucked the tip between his cheeks. He felt his own balls draw up tight in sympathy, and perhaps a little bit of fear.
“The advantage to having a large cock, easier to tuck it back,” Spike grinned. “Then you top with tight underwear to help hold it all in place. If I was dressing up to go out and wanted to have a nice smooth line under some tight clothes I'd wear pantyhose or tight panties with more coverage. But since tonight’s for show, these'll have to do.”
Spike stepped into the panties and pulled them up. The front was smooth and nearly flat, like a woman. Just that slight mound in front that he'd always loved to cup. Xander’s erection which had faded when Spike “tucked” himself away, was back and harder than ever. He ached with desire.
“Next come the stockings and shoes.” Spike slid the black silk up his legs and stepped into the stiletto heels. “Now's where I need your help again, Xan.” He picked up the corset and held it open in front of him. “You want the laces to be completely loose, to start, then you hold the corset in place and fasten the front from top to bottom.”
Xander stepped forward and started hooking all the little clasps in the front while Spike held the corset around himself. “Okay?”
“Perfect, luv. Now--” he turned his back to Xander, “start tightening the laces from the top down to the center.
Xander pulled the lace tight at the top, then held it tight as he began to pull the next criss-cross of lacing. He repeated this until he reached the center, the top half snug.
“Good. Here, I'll hold the end.” Spike took the lacing from Xander. “Now work up from the bottom the same way.”
Xander repeated his actions, beginning at the bottom and working his way up to the middle.
“Nice, luv. Now you could simply tie the ends. But since I don't have to breathe, just need a little bit of air to speak, what say you make them a bit tighter and give me a little more shape?”
Spike expelled all the air in his lungs as Xander cinched the corset tighter then tied it off. At the sight before him, Xander's erection was becoming almost painful -- Spike's flesh was ghostly against the black of the corset and stockings and the red silk lacing. He stepped in close and slid his cock along the cleft of Spike's ass. He could feel the string of Spike's underwear chafing him slightly as the tip of his cock was rubbed over and against the bottom edge of the corset--stiff and unforgiving.
“Stockings,” Spike whispered. Xander stilled, not sure what Spike was asking. “Need you to attach the stockings, can't really bend in this.”
“Oh. Right.” Xander dropped to his knees and attached the garters on the back of the corset to Spike's stockings then leaned in and ran his tongue along the crack of his ass. He rolled his forehead in the now distinct curve at Spike's lower back. He could feel the stays inside the corset, holding Spike tight and erect. His hands smoothed up and down Spike's silky smooth legs. “Jesus, Spike. You're so fucking sexy like this... I never...”
Spike turned in Xander's arms and Xander attached the stockings in the front then looked up. Spike could see tears rolling down Xander's cheeks, eyeliner smeared where he’d tried to wipe away them away. “Hey now, no cryin’, luv. This is a happy moment.”
Xander rubbed his nose in Spike's crotch, aroused yet confused. A nervous giggle escaped him, causing Spike to cock one eyebrow. “I ... I don't want you to think that--”
“What? What don't you want me to think?”
“That I want a woman.”
“Huh?”
Xander laughed, “That's my line.”
“Yeah, well, your rubbing off on me,” Spike grinned. “Why would I think you want a woman?”
“Cause I'm so fucking turned on right now--”
Spike's grin widened. “It's just dress-up, luv. We can do it anytime”
“We?”
“Yes, we. I've got the perfect little--”
Xander's lips caught the rest of his words. “I want you,” he breathed as he rand his hands over Spike's bound body.
“Then have me already! I'm trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey here, just waiting to be eaten. What are you waiting for? Stop crying and dig in!”
Xander reached down to unclip Spike’s garters. He slowly pulled down the panties and stockings, enjoying the feel of Spike’s silky smooth legs then moved back up and freed his cock and balls. He licked Spike from base to tip a few times before sliding up to straddle Spike’s body. Xander grabbed the lube and started to prepare himself for Spike.
“Hey, what are you--”
“Can’t wait any longer,” Xander gasped. “Need you inside me. Now.”
“But... I thought...,” Both men stared at each other, confusion on their faces. “I thought you’d do me, Xan. What with me being the girl and all.”
Xander laughed. “Fuck, Spike. My best friends are girls. I’m all about equality. Hell, part of what makes this so hot is the thought of being fucked nice and hard by a girl. Now do me already,” he huffed as he threw himself face down on the bed.
Spike only hesitated for a moment before doing exactly as Xander had demanded.
The end.
Anyway... On with the fic.
Title: The Most Beautiful Woman
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I own nothing, but you're welcome to take my student loans.
Written for the 2004 Spander Inquisition run by rubywisp
Thanks to phoenixat and sleeping_dragon for excellent feedback. And mucho, mucho thanks to the amazing silvertedy for her line editing and for getting me back on track when this started to get too angsty. I love you all. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
The Most Beautiful Woman
Xander stared at the photos. A handful of old black and whites of a half-naked woman from Spike's past. In one photo she was wrapped in a long white sheet, in another she hid her most intimate parts behind large, feathered fans, and in Xander's favorite she wore a dark, tight corset, a scrap of fabric meant to be panties, and dark stockings. She sat on a stool, legs spread, hands behind her back, chest out. The look on her face screamed, “Fuck me hard.”
Xander wondered who she was. What she had been to Spike. Friend? Lover? Certainly more than a meal if he’d kept these. She was beautiful--slender, with long light-colored hair, bright eyes, full lips. Her skin was pale, like Spike's. Xander guessed she might be a vampire. Perhaps they could track her down if she were still alive. Find out if she was as amazing in person as in the photos.
Spike flopped down beside Xander on the sofa and glanced over at the photos in his hand. “You fancy him, pet?”
“She's beautiful. She... Wait--” Xander turned to Spike, his brow furrowed. “W-w-what do you mean h-h-him?”
“The guy in the photos.” He nodded at the pictures, “Him.”
Xander looked at the photos, then at Spike. Photos, Spike. Photos, Spike. “Huh?”
“That,” Spike smiled, “is a bloke.”
“Yeah, right. Pull the other one, Spike. Who is she? Some vamp you shagged? I'm not jealous. You can tell me.”
“I'm not worried about that, luv. And yeah, he’s a vamp. But the hot piece you're drooling over--definitely not female.”
“No.”
“Yep.”
“How? I mean... Her face. Her body. So ... ”
“Feminine?”
Xander nodded.
“Thanks.”
“Huh?”
“That's me, pet.”
“What? Huh? What!?!” Xander jumped up. Once again his eyes flew from the photo to Spike. Photo, Spike. Photo, Spike. “No.”
“Yep.”
“No.”
“Xan, luv, it's me,” Spike sighed. “Spent a few months hanging out with some photographers in New York back in the seventies. One night I got dressed. Took some photos, fucked like rabbits. Good times had by all.”
Xander refused to be swayed. “Wait. This can't be you.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “And why's that?”
Xander pointed at the crotch in the photo. “Legs wide, tiny little pair of panties? No dick, Spike. There's no way that--” Xander pointed at Spike's crotch “--is hiding behind this.”
Spike smiled at Xander and tried not to laugh.
“What?!? Even if it weren't my favorite cock in the world--”
“Better be. It's the only one you've had.”
Now it was Xander's turn to roll his eyes. “Even so, there's no way you're hiding that.”
“Umm... it's called tucking.”
“Huh?”
Enough with the Huh? already! “How much do you really want to know?”
Xander was silent, his eyes riveted to the images. How much did he want to know? He wasn't sure he'd ever been as turned on as he was now. This gorgeous woman was his boyfriend. His.
He turned to Spike and leaned in close. “Show me,” he whispered into Spike's mouth.
Spike closed the distance between them and caught Xander's lower lip between his own. He kissed his lover softly then pulled away just enough to mumble, “Tomorrow night then,” before diving back in to kiss him again.
***
All day at work, Xander’s thoughts were preoccupied with images of Spike in a corset. He still couldn't quite believe Spike was in those pictures. He loved the things that made Spike a man, but he couldn't deny the attraction to Spike as a woman.
He hesitated when he reached his apartment door. Before he'd left that morning, Spike had smiled and said, “See ya tonight, luv,” with a twinkle in his eye. Now that he was getting what he'd wished for, Xander wasn’t sure he was ready for what was waiting inside.
With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Xander opened the door and walked in--to find it looked the same as always. He found himself both relieved and disappointed. Spike walked out of the bedroom looking like he'd just woken up. A pair of sweatpants sat low on his hip, his feet and chest were bare.
“Evening pet, join me in the shower?” Spike kissed Xander quickly before turning to the bathroom.
Xander hid his disappointment. It wasn't that he didn't want (and need) the shower, he'd just been expecting more. Like Spike wearing a corset and stockings, his face made-up, just begging to be fucked six ways to Sunday. Instead, it looked like he’d slept all day and completely forgotten.
The sound of running water brought Xander back to the present. Following Spike, he walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. When he stepped into the shower, Spike was standing in the water, head tipped back. He's so beautiful. Xander knew he should just be happy with what he had. Before he'd looked through those old photos he'd been perfectly content. He stepped forward and rested his hands at Spike's waist. So slender, so soft.
“Hey,” Spike whispered. “You ready?”
“Huh?”
Oh, no. Not with the whole “Huh?” routine again. “You ready? I'm about to reveal how it is I managed to be a sexier woman than any of those bints you've been with.”
“Hey,” Xander scolded. “Be nice.”
“Sorry.” Spike let his lower lip stick out a tad. Xander couldn't resist his pout. “You know it's true though.” A slow blink sealed the deal.
“Okay. You win. You're both the sexiest man and the sexiest woman I've ever been with.”
“Haven’t been with me as a woman yet. You gonna help me, then?”
“What do you need?”
Spike stepped back and turned to grab a few items from the side of the tub. He handed Xander a razor and a can of shaving cream. “First step’s to get nice and smooth.”
Xander's eyes widened.
“Let's start with the legs, luv.” With one hand on Xander's shoulder, he pushed him down until he'd dropped to his knees. “Long smooth strokes. Don't want any nicks, now. Save the blood for later, yeah?” Spike grinned.
Xander squirted some shaving cream into the palm of his hand and spread it over Spike's left leg. Slowly and carefully he shaved the lower then upper leg repeating his actions on the right leg until Spike was smooth from ankles to hips. Xander stood and pressed his lips to Spike’s. “You feel good. Smooth, silky, yet strong.”
Xander started to set the razor down, “Unh-uh, luv. Not done yet. Gotta look right in my little panties.”
Spike watched Xander's adam's apple bob as he realized what he was being asked to do.
Spike waggled his eyebrows and nodded.
Xander dropped back to his knees and stared at Spike's crotch. He didn’t know where to begin. He’d shaved his arms and legs for swimming once, but not this. The Speedo had covered something, after all.
“Need some help?” Xander nodded. “'S easy, a little shave cream.” Spike squirted some into his hand and smeared it over his crotch, above and around the base of his cock, over and behind his balls. “Then you just...” Spike trailed off as he gently began removing all the hair. Xander continued to kneel before him staring, occasionally glancing up at the concentrated look on Spike's face.
“See?” Spike turned into the water and rinsed himself. “Easy as pie.” Spike ran the razor under his arms and then sat it on the side of the tub. “Not really any hair on my chest or arms to worry about. If we were getting you all dressed up, well....” Spike licked his lips, “Mmm.”
Xander was speechless. The thought Spike's hands caressing his smooth, hairless skin... Xander shook off the thoughts and stood up when he realized Spike had turned off the water and was standing there holding out a towel for him.
He hadn't expected Spike to take everything so seriously. He wasn't just putting on a corset for Xander, he was going through the motions of making himself into a woman. He stared in surprise as Spike smoothed lotion all over his body with care he hadn't witnessed since living with Anya. His moves were sensual, he clearly enjoyed pampering himself like this.
Xander reached for the bottle. Spike smiled as he handed it over. Xander worked some lotion into Spike's back, working his way down from his shoulders to the top of his ass. He'd admired Spike's body since their first night together, but he'd never really thought of how slight he was, how his torso was V-shaped, narrowing at the waist. Slim hips, curved ass, slender legs. He wasn't girly, but there were women who'd die for some of Spike's features.
“What now?” Xander leaned in and kissed the side of Spike's neck before moving up to nibble on his ear.
Spike tilted his head and moaned as Xander kissed and nipped at him. He'd been nervous about doing this with Xander, but his boy seemed to be responding to it all rather well. “I'm thinking first make-up, then clothes. 'Cause once you see me in those clothes, I don't know that you'll be able to hold your hand steady enough to help me with my make-up.”
Xander blushed. Spike was probably right. He was already having trouble focusing. Even with a naked Spike in front of him, the photo was still stuck in his head. The mere thought that he'd be able to touch that fantasy was driving him crazy.
“I can put the stuff on myself, but it's been a while and I can't exactly check the mirror. So... I thought maybe I could do you to show you how and then you can do me.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
“You want to put make-up on me.”
“Trust me, Xan. You'll look good with a little kohl around your eyes. Girls'll go crazy.”
“What girls?” he squeaked. “No. No girls. No anybody. I am not wearing make-up, Spike.”
“Shh, relax,” he brushed his lips across Xander's and squeezed his hands. “It washes off.”
Xander nodded and squeezed back, but didn't say anything. How did he get himself into these situations?
Spike reached into a bag on the vanity and pulled out a black pencil. “Open your eyes and look up.” Xander did as requested and Spike carefully drew a thin line under Xander's lower lashes from the inside to the outside edge of his eye. “Good. Now close 'em and relax.” Again Xander obeyed, and Spike drew a line from just inside the middle of the lids to the outside corner, along the lash line. “You can open again.”
Xander opened his eyes and looked at Spike then at the mirror.
“Not done yet, silly. Now we smudge it a little.” With the tip of his pinky finger, Spike slightly smudged the bottom lines. “Close.” He repeated his actions to the upper lids. “Open.”
Xander again opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. His eyes looked larger, more obvious, and yet a little softer. Feminine, but somehow not. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he liked the look.
“Look hot, luv.” Spike leaned in for a kiss. “I can handle the rest, the liner's the hardest part without a mirror. So, what do you say? You ready to do me?”
Xander grinned and eyed Spike from head to toe. “Thought we were gonna dress you up first.”
“Yeah, yeah. Guess you're not freaked out anymore, huh? Here,” he handed the pencil to Xander.
Xander carefully applied and then smudged the liner just like Spike had shown him. He was amazed at how much the blue in Spike's eyes suddenly stood out against his pale skin. He remembered how bright and vibrant the eyes had seemed in the photo, even in black and white.
Spike reached into the bag again and pulled out a couple more items. Xander watched in awe as Spike applied mascara and dabbed a bit of red on the center of his lower lip. It was just enough to further accentuate his features. His cheekbones stood out in sharp contrast, his lips suddenly seemed fuller, more pouty, and his eyes... Xander couldn't take his own off of Spike’s.
“Beautiful,” Xander whispered. “You're so beautiful.” He cupped Spike's jaw and ran his thumb along his cheek, reveling in the beauty of this man. His lover. His.
“Come on, luv. It's time to get dressed.” Spike stepped back and led Xander to the bedroom. When they walked through the door, Xander saw the clothes carefully laid out on the bed. A black corset with red ribbon lacing, a tiny black g-string, stockings, and high-heeled shoes. Xander stared at the shoes. They were the epitome of 'fuck-me pumps.' He didn’t even want to know where Spike had found shoes like that in his size. He had a sudden flashback to being forced to wear a bra and wig and dance for those stupid frat boys.
“Breathe, pet. Can't have you passin' out on me before we get to the good part.”
Xander forced a breath and tried to relax. That experience had been humiliating, but this was different. Cross-dressing like this had never crossed his mind before. Now it was all he could think about. He was intrigued by the thought of Spike in these clothes and not a little embarrassed that he wondered what they'd feel like against his own skin. How would he look? His body was so different from Spike's. Would he be as sexy?
“We'll start with the hard part first, gotta tuck away the evidence.”
“Tuck away the evidence?” Xander knew what Spike meant, but had no clue how he meant to do it.
“Yeah, gotta hide the goodies. Won't look much like a lady with my cock sticking out the top of this little thing, now will I?” Spike held the thong panties in his hand.
“Uh... where exactly... ?
Spike smiled and lay down on the bed, knees bent up, legs open. “Watch and learn.”
Xander's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Spike pushed his balls up inside his body. “Spike!”
“Relax, Xander. They started out up there, they shrink up in there when you're cold, they can fit up there anytime. Just have to be gentle. It's a bit uncomfortable, but no harm.”
Xander watched amazed as Spike's nuts disappeared and then winced as Spike stood up and pulled his penis down and back between his legs and tucked the tip between his cheeks. He felt his own balls draw up tight in sympathy, and perhaps a little bit of fear.
“The advantage to having a large cock, easier to tuck it back,” Spike grinned. “Then you top with tight underwear to help hold it all in place. If I was dressing up to go out and wanted to have a nice smooth line under some tight clothes I'd wear pantyhose or tight panties with more coverage. But since tonight’s for show, these'll have to do.”
Spike stepped into the panties and pulled them up. The front was smooth and nearly flat, like a woman. Just that slight mound in front that he'd always loved to cup. Xander’s erection which had faded when Spike “tucked” himself away, was back and harder than ever. He ached with desire.
“Next come the stockings and shoes.” Spike slid the black silk up his legs and stepped into the stiletto heels. “Now's where I need your help again, Xan.” He picked up the corset and held it open in front of him. “You want the laces to be completely loose, to start, then you hold the corset in place and fasten the front from top to bottom.”
Xander stepped forward and started hooking all the little clasps in the front while Spike held the corset around himself. “Okay?”
“Perfect, luv. Now--” he turned his back to Xander, “start tightening the laces from the top down to the center.
Xander pulled the lace tight at the top, then held it tight as he began to pull the next criss-cross of lacing. He repeated this until he reached the center, the top half snug.
“Good. Here, I'll hold the end.” Spike took the lacing from Xander. “Now work up from the bottom the same way.”
Xander repeated his actions, beginning at the bottom and working his way up to the middle.
“Nice, luv. Now you could simply tie the ends. But since I don't have to breathe, just need a little bit of air to speak, what say you make them a bit tighter and give me a little more shape?”
Spike expelled all the air in his lungs as Xander cinched the corset tighter then tied it off. At the sight before him, Xander's erection was becoming almost painful -- Spike's flesh was ghostly against the black of the corset and stockings and the red silk lacing. He stepped in close and slid his cock along the cleft of Spike's ass. He could feel the string of Spike's underwear chafing him slightly as the tip of his cock was rubbed over and against the bottom edge of the corset--stiff and unforgiving.
“Stockings,” Spike whispered. Xander stilled, not sure what Spike was asking. “Need you to attach the stockings, can't really bend in this.”
“Oh. Right.” Xander dropped to his knees and attached the garters on the back of the corset to Spike's stockings then leaned in and ran his tongue along the crack of his ass. He rolled his forehead in the now distinct curve at Spike's lower back. He could feel the stays inside the corset, holding Spike tight and erect. His hands smoothed up and down Spike's silky smooth legs. “Jesus, Spike. You're so fucking sexy like this... I never...”
Spike turned in Xander's arms and Xander attached the stockings in the front then looked up. Spike could see tears rolling down Xander's cheeks, eyeliner smeared where he’d tried to wipe away them away. “Hey now, no cryin’, luv. This is a happy moment.”
Xander rubbed his nose in Spike's crotch, aroused yet confused. A nervous giggle escaped him, causing Spike to cock one eyebrow. “I ... I don't want you to think that--”
“What? What don't you want me to think?”
“That I want a woman.”
“Huh?”
Xander laughed, “That's my line.”
“Yeah, well, your rubbing off on me,” Spike grinned. “Why would I think you want a woman?”
“Cause I'm so fucking turned on right now--”
Spike's grin widened. “It's just dress-up, luv. We can do it anytime”
“We?”
“Yes, we. I've got the perfect little--”
Xander's lips caught the rest of his words. “I want you,” he breathed as he rand his hands over Spike's bound body.
“Then have me already! I'm trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey here, just waiting to be eaten. What are you waiting for? Stop crying and dig in!”
Xander reached down to unclip Spike’s garters. He slowly pulled down the panties and stockings, enjoying the feel of Spike’s silky smooth legs then moved back up and freed his cock and balls. He licked Spike from base to tip a few times before sliding up to straddle Spike’s body. Xander grabbed the lube and started to prepare himself for Spike.
“Hey, what are you--”
“Can’t wait any longer,” Xander gasped. “Need you inside me. Now.”
“But... I thought...,” Both men stared at each other, confusion on their faces. “I thought you’d do me, Xan. What with me being the girl and all.”
Xander laughed. “Fuck, Spike. My best friends are girls. I’m all about equality. Hell, part of what makes this so hot is the thought of being fucked nice and hard by a girl. Now do me already,” he huffed as he threw himself face down on the bed.
Spike only hesitated for a moment before doing exactly as Xander had demanded.
The end.