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Title: Lilah’s Can Can
Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Spike/Angel(us), Lilah
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M, Crack!porn
A/N: Written for the Nekid Numbers Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
nekid_spike . This fic is brought to you by the Nekid Number four. It included the prompts Lilah, belt, and 19th century
Lilah stared around the colorful club, wondering just how she’d ended up here and dressed like a…can can dancer? No matter, she was dancing and twirling along with the other dancers, hiking up her skirts and showing off her goods.
She noticed two men hiding in a shadowy alcove and danced her way over to them. Of course, she recognized them immediately. Angel and Spike, the vampires she was currently researching. They were watching the show, their eyes on her as she danced.
Lilah hopped and twirled closer, knowing that she had to entertain them well or her boss would be displeased. She needed this job, there wasn’t much else available to someone like her these days. Flipping her skirts higher, she kicked her leg up and caught it, spinning around in the traditional little high kick hop that made the dancers here so famous.
Both vampires had eyes only for her. Spike slid lower in his chair, his hands roaming his thighs and up his groin. Lilah could see a bulge forming there and it thrilled her. Angel wasn’t unaffected either. But wait, this wasn’t Angel. This must be Angelus. Lilah knew true fear for a moment and vowed to make this dance her best.
Angelus moved his hands to the fastening of his pants, parting the fabric and freeing himself to her hungry gaze. His eyes never left hers, even as he reached for Spike, pulling the smaller vampire onto his lap and grinding him down.
She raised her skirts higher yet, the flouncy ruffles riding high on her thighs, revealing her scantily clad body. Angelus smiled approvingly. She spun around, bending over and shaking some more, giving them both a view of her bare bottom as she writhed and wriggled.
When she turned back, doing her highest kick yet, Spike’s pants were down and he was bouncing on Angelus’ lap. His head was thrown back in ecstasy that Lilah wished she could experience. Angelus lifted and lowered him effortlessly, his supernatural strength showing in the ease with which he sought his pleasure.
Lilah wanted more and hopped and spun her way dangerously closer. The music was reaching a fevered pitch that signaled that the end was near. Kick, spin, twirl, hop. Lilah did it all, eager to contribute to their fun. Spike groaned and bounced, reaching out for her. She moved closer, straddling his lap, hoping that he would penetrate her.
He didn’t. Spike grabbed onto her thighs, pulling at her garter belt and snapping it free. Angelus raised him and lowered him faster now, Spike’s body bumping up into hers, so close, but not giving her the pleasure she so desired.
Their eyes glowed yellow and turned to her. Spike screamed out his release, his cool spunk shooting onto her thighs. Lilah could feel it dripping and pushed herself down, seeking his hard thigh with her aching core.
Angelus growled, and she knew she’d crossed a line. With a whimper, she backed away, only slightly, still hoping for a turn for herself. Spike’s hands reached out to her, finally, and she came forward eagerly, lowering herself to him. But he didn’t ease her suffering.
Their eyes glowed and Angelus pounded into Spike’s spent body, harder, faster, filling him as Lilah could only dream of being filled. The snapped garter belt closed around her neck and Lilah’s eyes widened in horror as her air was cut off. Spike grinned, ferally and she new that this was the end.
Angelus roared as he came, his true face coming out as his fangs drove deeply into her neck. Spike’s entered on the other side, and Lilah struggled, her breath leaving as her blood was sucked from her body. Her body ached with need, denied any pleasure and now she was dying as they fed ravenously from her. Everything faded….
Lilah jerked awake with a start, rubbing her hands over her face and pushing away the book she’d been reading. Damn Angel and his atrocious past. Only he could turn an evening of killing at the Moulin Rouge into a nightmare of such erotic proportions for her.
She grimaced and crossed her legs, her aching body still wishing for the release she’d been denied in her dream. Slamming the book closed, Lilah vowed to find some way to make them pay. Especially since she’d been a damn good dancer.
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Can't say I haven't had that dream once or twice ;)
Very hot, honey! Mmmmm :)
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Great story though :)
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Kimalis has informed me that I must make you stop picking on her for being evil or she will revoke my Yoda status. So, quit picking on her for being evil. Pick on her for something else instead. *eg*
Nene
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But I so wanted to be evil and stumble around on my new legs shouting NOOOOoooooOOOOooooOOOOOoooOOOOO and ruining the movie.
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Don't let her touch them really k? Cause she's like a girl and that's just all kinds of gross.
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That's the sound of me NOT LISTENING
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edit- crap, undowngraded.
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