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One of the first things I realized when I started reading fanfic was that all of my kinks that I thought made me odd were really not that unusual. A big one among those was being interested in men having sex with other men. 'Cause let's face it, the common cultural belief is that woman just aren't intersted in that. Anyway I've been reading a lot of slash lately and now I feel almost odd because I still like het so much ;) Of course I'm just not as good at writing slash, it's not easy. To prove that here's a bit of Spangle PWP I wrote.

ETA: Now betad by the wonderful slackerace. Any remaining mistakes are my own.

Title: Skin
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set sometime after "Destiny". Angel is suspicious that Spike is up to something, so he uses magic to disguise himself as another man so he can watch Spike without being noticed.
Warnings: m/m
A/N: I got the idea for this from

girlprie's secret postcards from Angel to Spike. Specifically #7

It had been a few days since Spike had been seen lurking around Wolfram & Hart and Angel couldn't stop thinking about him. Spike was up to something; he had to be, Spike was always up to something. Angel had tried having security follow Spike, but they always seemed to lose him. Either Wolfram & Hart wasn't hiring the best, or Spike had found a way to buy them off.

The truth was Angel would have preferred to follow Spike himself. The only problem was the distance Angel would have to maintain to keep Spike from noticing him. He wanted to be up close, to see firsthand whatever it was the Spike was doing.

Then it hit him. Smiling, Angel got up from his desk and took a stroll down to the Alternative Solutions Department, better known through Wolfram & Hart as Spells and Potions.

"Mr. Angel, sir, what can we do for you?" a nervous secretary asked as he walked into the office.

"I need to know about glamours," he told her.

As it turned out, there was a whole section in the Department dedicated to glamours and various other methods of disguise. Before Angel knew it, he was talking to a warlock about the details of the glamour he needed.

"Oh, yes, that shouldn't be a problem," the warlock said. "We can even make you seem human if you like. An auditory glamour to fake a heartbeat, another one to change your scent, and we have a spell that will warm up your skin a bit."

Before long, Angel was sitting in front of a computer picking out his new face. They had explained to him that the glamour was only an illusion so it was best if he didn't try to alter his basic structure too much. They could make him look like a smaller man, or even a woman, but people might run into the rest of him that they couldn't see. So he had decided to just change his face up a bit.

He figured that the way Spike was always trying to tease him about his forehead, if they changed that, there was no way Spike would ever recognize him. Plus he had them change his hair to red, grow it a little longer, and give him a mustache and goatee.

Angel decided that if he wanted to follow Spike, he needed to fit in with the kind of people Spike liked to hang out with. Angel didn't think he could quite do punk, but he could pull off the biker look if he wanted, plus it was a good excuse to wear leather pants. He couldn't wear leather pants otherwise, because everyone would accuse him of being Angelus.

Once all the spells were in place, Angel went to change into his outfit for the night. As he undid the fly of his suit, he yelped in surprise. He had to hand it to Alternative Solutions, they were very thorough. They'd made sure that he looked like a natural red-head. It was a bit disconcerting to see his cock hanging from underneath the red curls.

Then he smirked, thinking about how easily Spike could be found out for not being a natural blonde. Of course there was nothing natural about Spike's current hair color. On the other hand, knowing Spike, maybe he bleached all his hair. Angel tried to imagine what that would look like, but every time he closed his eyes and tried to picture Spike naked, he saw him the way he used to look before bleach, lying naked in Angelus' bed, Spike's hard cock lying heavily on his stomach, resting on those same dark curls.

The images were starting to make Angel hard, and he had to quickly summon up a picture of Eve so that he could slip into the tight leather pants. He still hadn't completely forgiven Lorne for that.

Finally he was ready. He put on the biker jacket over the white wife-beater he was wearing, and headed for his garage. He never seemed to have enough time to drive any of the vehicles Wolfram & Hart had given him, and this was the perfect opportunity to take that Harley for a ride.

Finding Spike wasn't that hard. All Angel had to do was activate the tracking device on his car that Spike had borrowed. Unsurprisingly, he ended up in a bar that instantly brought the word 'dive' to mind.

As Angel entered the place he wondered how Spike could stand to be around so many human bodies packed so closely together. Angel hated these sorts of places because they always called to the demon, making him horny and hungry.

Quickly Angel pushed his way to the bar. He needed a shot of whiskey. As he waited for the bartender to pour his drink, he looked around the room. It didn't take long to spot Spike, his platinum hair almost glowing in the dark light of the bar.

Spike was clearly talking up some girl, and Angel quickly downed his drink and ordered another. So this was how Spike was spending his time. Not helping the hopeless, or defending the downtrodden, but trying to get laid. And yet everyone thought that Spike was the new champion in town. If they only knew the truth.

Angel continued to watch, as Spike flirted with the girl. It was driving him crazy, watching that young hussy thrusting her breasts into Spike's face. Didn't Spike have any standards anymore?

Then the bartender was distracting him, asking him if he wanted another drink. When Angel looked back, Spike was gone. Had he left with that girl? Panicked, Angel started scanning the crowd, looking for any sign of Spike.

"You know, mate," Spike's voice came from right behind Angel, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin. "It's rather rude to stare at a fellow like that, and not offer to buy him a beer."

"I- um," Angel tried to think of something to say.

Spike simply gulped down the last of his beer, put it down on the bar, and asked the bartender for another round for the two of them.

"Well, aren't you going to pay the fellow?" Spike asked as the bartender set their drinks in front of them

"Right ye, are," Angel said. Angel realized that he had forgotten to ask them to alter his voice, so he tried to imitate a Dublin accent, hoping that it sounded tough enough for his biker demeanor.

"An Irishman, figures," Spike said.

"Yeah, well I don't remember asking yer limey ass to come over here."

Spike smirked, "Funny, considering the way you were staring at it."

That was a plain lie. Angel had not been staring at Spike's ass because Spike was wearing that damn duster that covered it up. It was a travesty really. He could feel himself start to grow hard as memories of Spike's ass filled his head.

"Don't worry though, mate," Spike continued. "I got nothing against the Irish. Used to hang around with one back in the day. Biggest jerk I ever met, but he was hung like a horse."

It was all Angel could do not to grin, since Spike had to be talking about him.

"So what happened to this fine strapping lad?" Angel asked as he knocked back another whiskey.

"Some gypsies stuck something up his ass, hasn't been any fun since. Course," Spike added thoughtfully. "The only part of him that was attractive was that cock of his. He has this forehead, like you wouldn't believe. Practically a cave man. And don't even get me started on his hair." Spike took another swig of his beer and then smiled flirtatiously. "Not like you, mate."

In other circumstances that smile might have thrilled Angel. As it was it was all he could do not to hit Spike. There was nothing wrong with his forehead, and as for his hair, well, Spike was hardly the one to talk.

"Still," Angel managed to say through gritted teeth. "I bet ye liked having that cock up yer ass. Probably begged him to fuck ye harder all the time."

Spike slammed back the rest of his beer, put it down on the bar and grinned. "Only one way to find out."

Next thing Angel knew, Spike was pulling him through the crowd towards the back of the bar. The exited through the back and ended up in a tiny alleyway.

For a moment it occurred to Angel that this was a classic vampire hunting technique, and that he was disguised as a human. What if Spike was killing again?

But before he could pursue that idea, Spike pushed him roughly against the wall and began to kiss him. It had been so long. He had forgotten what this was like, to have a lean muscled body pressed against his. His cock was straining against the leather of his pants, as he rubbed himself against the matching bulge in Spike's jeans.

Angel's hands reached down to grab Spike's ass, and pull him closer. The smaller man mimicked Angel's actions, and he could feel Spike digging his fingers into the fleshy part of Angel's leather clad ass.

Spike broke the kiss to mumble, "You should wear leather all the time, does great things to your ass."

And then Spike was on his knees, his hands releasing Angel's cock from its leather prison. Angel threw back his head and moaned as Spike's tongue began to run up and down the length of Angel's shaft.

No one could give head like Spike. Not Darla, certainly not Dru, and Buffy, well she was too sweet and good to ever be able to do something like this.

Angel could feel his knees going weak as Spike began to swallow him down. "That's it, fuck yeah," Angel called out as Spike's head bobbed on the end of his cock.

And then Spike stopped.

"What do you think you're doing b-," he had to stop himself from saying 'boy' and remind himself that he was in disguise.

"A hundred bucks," Spike said standing up. Angel looked at him blankly. "Fuck my mouth, my ass, I don't care, but you want more it's going to cost you."

This was so wrong; Angel knew he should be putting a stop to it. But if Spike was so desperate for cash wouldn't he just find someone else? At least with Angel, Spike wasn't going to get hurt. Really, this was the best thing to do.

"I only have about fifty," Angel said helplessly, pulling out his wallet to show Spike.

Spike pulled the cash out from the billfold. "Well, I suppose I can give you the Irish discount. You've probably got ten kids at home waiting to be fed. But that means you fuck me from behind."

The words were so cold and impersonal, that Angel almost called a stop to the whole thing. But then he heard the sound of Spike undoing his belt buckle. The next thing he knew, Spike was standing, with arm pressed against the wall, and the other holding his duster aside to reveal his bare ass.

There was no thought, just the feel of Spike opening up to him as his cock pressed inside the satiny channel. Angel thought he was being too rough, that he should have gone slower, prepared Spike more, but Spike didn't seem to care. No sooner was Angel buried balls deep, but Spike began to move, fucking himself on Angel's cock.

"That the best you can do, mate?" Spike grunted. "I wanted a good hard fuck."

That was all the urging Angel needed, and he began to thrust harder and harder into Spike, urged on by his words. "Yeah, like that. Harder, fuck me harder."

It was incredible having Spike again. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this connected to someone, had felt less alone. He reached down to curve his fingers around the other man's cock, but Spike batted his hand away.

"Not like that," Spike grunted in protest. "Would never do that. . . Bastard just liked to. . . use me. Just a piece of ass. . . when he. . . Fuck! When he'd get bored with the girls."

Angel had no doubt that once again Spike was talking about him, or at least Angelus. For a moment Angel felt sick, remembering the horrible ways he had treated Spike. Angelus had always gotten off on just how much Spike liked taking it up the ass, and had rarely cared if the other man got off.

Then Angel realized that Spike was fantasizing about him. Right now. Spike thought he had another man's cock up his ass, but it was Angel that he wanted.

Angel began to pound into Spike's ass even harder. The more he thought about Spike thinking about him, the closer he was to coming.

He reached around again, this time not caring when Spike tried to remove his hand.

"It's my money, I'll fuck you how I like, boy," Angel said as he began to strip the other man's cock.

Spike whimpered, unable and unwilling to resist, which was a good thing. It only took a few more hard strokes and Spike was coming all over Angel's hand. That was all Angel needed to let the last of his self control go and shoot his seed deep into Spike's ass.

For a moment the two men just stood there, leaning against the wall and panting heavily. It was Spike who pulled away first.

"Thanks for the fuck and the cash," he said as he zipped himself back up. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he left the alley and Angel behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Angel could never recall feeling so guilty in his life. At least not about anything he had done with his soul. It wasn't just the guilt of how he had used and tricked Spike that got to him, it was the realization that Spike was out there fucking other men for money.

Sure it had seemed really sexy that Spike was fantasizing about Angel while other men fucked him, when the other man had been Angel. But now. . .

The problem was what could he do about it? He couldn't just offer Spike money. Spike would know he was up to something and how would he explain how he knew that Spike needed some cash? Sure he could follow Spike, this time as himself, and try and catch him in the act, but the thought of actually seeing Spike with another man made Angel sick to his stomach. He wasn't sure that he could be trusted not to try and kill any of Spike's johns if he came across them.

Angel was deeply brooding over the problem when Spike came in his office as cheerful and annoying as ever.

"So, saved anyone from any vicious paper cuts today, Peaches?" Spike asked as if nothing had happened.

"Like you were out last night saving the world? Please Spike, you were probably out drinking and whoring." Angel regretted the words as soon as he'd said them. Spike could always do this to him, make him speak without thinking.

Spike only chuckled and plopped himself down in a chair, and putting his boots up on Angel's desk. "From what I've heard, that was Liam's gig. Never paid for it in my life."

"Yeah, well. . . " All of Angel's arguments about it having been a different time didn't seem to work considering he'd just paid for sex with Spike last night. "That was different. . . you see. . ."

Spike burst out laughing clutching his stomach. "Bugger, thought I'd be able to keep a straight face longer," he said.

"Straight face about what?" Angel said cautiously. Something was not right, and he didn't know what it was.

Spke wiped a tear away from his eye. "You of course, or at least the Little Orphan Annie version. Got to say being a carrot top doesn't really work for you."

Angel's eyes went wide as the implications began to sink in.

"Oh, come on. You really think you could fool me. Knew it was you when I first caught you eyeing me from across the bar. No one but you can brood like that, especially in a bar. Not that the disguise wasn't pretty good, but do you really think I wouldn't recognize your cock, even if you did change the trim?"

"So you knew?" Angel asked his voice weak with guilt. He had paid Spike for sex, and Spike knew. Wait a minute. Spike had known it was him and made him pay for sex. "Spike!" Angel yelled. "I want my money back."

"Not on your life mate. I earned that fifty-three bucks fair and square. Not my fault if you can't keep your pants on."

"That's not, you-" Angel sputtered. "Give it back!"

Spike shifted in the chair, thrusting his hips forward. "Tell you what, you really want the money back? I'll pay you fifty-three bucks for a blow job."

"You're kidding. You think I'm going to-" Angel was still too angry to complete a sentence. "I thought you never paid for it," he said crossing his arms.

Spike shrugged. "Well, there's a first time for anything, right?"

Angel thought about that for a moment. "Make it seventy-five and I'll swallow."

"What? That's outrageous," Spike protested. Angel just stood there without moving. "Fine, seventy-five it is."

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From:

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There were so many great lines in here!

He wasn't allowed to wear leather pants most of the time because everyone would accuse him of being Angelus.

and,

The images were starting to make Angel hard, and he had to quickly summon up a picture of Eve so that he could slip into the tight leather pants.

You should write more Spangel. It's wonderful!

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