Mangled Spells Ficlet
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lit_galOkay, for some reason, Mangled Spells has spoken to me, so today, you're going to have some gender-bending fun.
The first ficlet is fordesdomonda who wanted some cuddling. Since I had just done a Toys chapter with cuddling, nothing came to me at first, but then this bit floated to the top. Poor Wesley.
The first ficlet is for
desdomonda who wanted some cuddling. Since I had just done a Toys chapter with cuddling, nothing came to me at first, but then this bit floated to the top. Poor Wesley.Xander really didn’t know why he even bothered showering…that and he wondered who the hell build city sized sewers under nearly every building in town, including one that led to the school. Since he had agreed to take the early Oz watch, he and Spike had taken the sewers in order to avoid the whole turning to dust thing, which wasn’t really a thing for Xander, but he didn’t want it to become a thing for Spike. They got to the library just as Oz was starting to hang his patchwork of privacy blankets across the cage in the library.
“Hey,” Oz offered his normal greeting.
“Hey,” Xander returned even while Spike immediately went to Giles’ office to pick the lock.
“Giles out?” Xander asked with a quick look around. If Giles found Spike trying to break into his office the evening would go very, very wrong very, very quickly.
“He'll be late.” Oz attached the second corner of the blanket to the bars.
“Willow’s really still freaking about the flexigender, isn't she?" Xander asked. He wasn't really fond of his new habit of sliding into boobies without warning, but he was dealing better than Willow and Buffy who broke into babbling on a regular basis.
“Yep,” Oz confirmed.
“You talk to her?”
“Nope.”
“Is it really that bad?” Xander asked, and that made Oz stop. Xander could see his back as he stood in the locked cage with one hand still raised in the air to grab another blanket off the file cabinet. Oz shrugged as he finished his grab and continued on his task. Xander recognized a dismissal when he saw one, so he settled in at the table with his books and his laptop. He had to finish two assignments before his on-line test, and he had discovered that working by himself with Spike and Willow to help him over the rough bits actually made school much easier. Of course, getting laid helped too what with the lack of constant daydreams about any sexy ass that passed by him. These days, he tended to limit his fantasies to one sexy ass, and oh that was not helping on the studying front.
“Bloody watcher got rid of the good scotch in his office,” Spike growled as he came out of Giles’ office, locking the door behind him.
“You drank it all last time we had a research meeting,” Xander said as he read about French and American movements in the later years of the war.
“Git never replaced it.” Xander listened as Spike’s Doc Martin hit the leg of the table one… two… three… four… five… six… times. He looked up and glared. Spike was twirling a knife which would have been really stupid if he had tried it, but Spike’s nimble fingers first balanced and then twirled the deadly blade. Did Giles hate him? Giles knew the patience of Spike, and still here they were. Seven… eight… nine… ten… eleven… twelve…
“I can’t believe we’re stuck here on Oz watch,” he groaned as he realized Spike had less patience than normal. “No offense Oz,” he quickly added.
“None taken.”
“Bloody hell. At least you can work on your school work, what am I supposed to do without anythin’ to fight?” Spike complained. “Of course you could always put your book down and come amuse me." Spike took the knife he had been twirling and slipped it back into his boot before starting his best sexual stalk.”
“Oh no, not in front of Oz you don’t,” Xander warned.
“I don’t mind,” Oz offered from the cage as he finished hanging the blankets that would afford him some privacy as he stripped and put his clothes aside in preparation for the change.
“Yeah, wolf doesn’t mind,” Spike said with a leer.
“That’s just not going to happen. I mean, what if Willow walks in here or Buffy or Faith?”
“Willow would be embarrassed,” Oz confirmed from the cage even as Spike dropped his shoulders in a hunter’s pose and shimmied closer. Xander retreated around the table.
“Embarrassed Willow, angry Buffy, trying to join in Faith…these are things I just don’t want to deal with,” Xander insisted as he continued to retreat around the table.
“We’ll be doing the wolf a favor to loosen up his girl, I can handle Buffy’s anger, and Faith can soddin’ watch from the sidelines. She'd like that,” Spike offered as he continued his pursuit. Xander seriously considered stopping the game, but Oz had disappeared behind file cabinets, the slayers were going hunting in the woods, and Willow was studying for a test, so they really were alone until Giles came. When Spike darted forward and grabbed his wrist, Xander squealed and pulled back without actually trying to free himself, or telling Spike to let him go which would have immediately earned his freedom.
“I’m bored, and since it was your bright idea for us to babysit the wolf, you can bloody well entertain me,” Spike said as he pulled on the arm, and Xander let himself be pulled into Spike’s embrace.
“Bored huh?” Xander asked as he tilted his head slightly to bring their lips into alignment. “And I suppose you expect me to fix this for you?” Xander asked in a long suffering tone of voice.
“Bloody right. Angelus used to go find me the prettiest girls when I was bored, especially if I’d been good.”
“Okay, referring to your past as a mass murderer might not be the best way to get me in the mood here,” Xander complained as he pulled back, and he heard a laugh from the direction of the cage. Oh shit, he was really hanging out with the evil dead way too much because the thought of an audience was supposed to be disturbing, creepy, downright terrifying. Instead his cock was just getting its normal 'oooh, yeah, sexy vampire,' vibes.
“Just sayin’ Angelus had a way of distracting’ me. I’m sure you could think of ways to distract me from the boredom.” Spike leaned forward and pressed his lips to Xander’s, and Xander reciprocated by opening his mouth slightly and pressing forward with is tongue, eager to explore the taste of Spike.
Xander wiggled his ass invitingly when he felt the strong fingers work into the back pockets of his jeans, and Spike moaned into his mouth, Xander pressing forward until their bodies pressed into one another.
“Just because Angelus put up with your impatience, you think I should,” Xander asked when their lips finally parted.
“Put up with me?" Spike snorted at that one. "He used to whip the skin off me for annoyin’ him,” Spike said. “Unless he was in a good mood,”
“And what if I’m not in the good mood?” Xander asked as he leaned forward and nipped at Spike’s lip. Spike ground his hips forward into Xander, and Xander tilted his head and bit sharply at the side of Spike’s neck. Spike hissed in pleasure.
“Oh good lord, you do have a home of your own, do you not?” Giles demanded, and Xander nearly tripped trying to back away from what had nearly been a ego-crushingly embarrassing moment as opposed to a moment of simple mortification.
“Giles,” he managed to say as he tried to check all his buttons without looking like he was checking all his buttons because that would be embarrassing, especially as a total stranger followed Giles into the library, and next time Spike wanted the naughty, he was so saying no. Well, he was saying no and actually meaning it.
“Yeah, got our own place with our own bloody cage, but last time we offered to wolf sit over there, got told we were untrustworthy.”
“I don’t think Buffy included Xander in that assessment. As I recall she said that *you* were untrustworthy, William.” Xander flinched for Spike when Giles used his real name; the only person who used his real name was Angel and then only when Angel was busy calling Spike a screw-up.
“Would you like to introduce us? I must admit I’m surprised to find students in the library so late, but I myself was headboy with library privileges, and I’ll confess I spent many late hour in a closed library.” The nerdy man with the too perfect suit and the Giles accent stepped forward.
“William, Xander – Wesley,” Giles said in a tired voice.
“Visiting from England,” Wesley announced and Xander looked over at Spike. Oh yeah, he had that look on his face—that look of complete joy, like right before the time he had verbally eviscerated the slightly slow cashier at the movie theater.
“I’m bloody shocked, I am. Never would have guessed.”
“Ah, from the mother country, are you? What part of England are you from?”
“Saw most of Europe in my years, can’t really say I’m from any one part.” Spike turned to Giles. “What exactly is this berk doing here?”
“The council sent him.”
“Mr. Giles, I’m shocked at your indiscretions.” And Wesley actually did manage to looked shocked and horrified. In fact, Xander hadn’t seen anyone look that shocked since Buffy’s mom had ended up with more dead people than live people at the whole homecoming party, and if *Giles* could shock this guy, Xander wasn’t putting money on how long he’d survive Spike's mouth.
“Oh there are far more indiscreet things around here, just wait.” Giles agreed amicably.
“I thought that the council wasn’t sending anyone else what with the whole Angel and Spike and obscure 1886 reference,” Xander said with a near panicked look towards Spike. Luckily Spike still had on his ‘play with the prey’ face as opposed to the ‘eat now’ face, at least Xander hoped that was lucky.
Oz chose that moment to remind the group of his presence by throwing himself against the cage with a mighty snarl. The thin Englishman jumped and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a girl shriek, but then Xander didn’t have much room to criticize considering his own habit of girl screams, even when he wasn't a girl.
“Good lord, is that a werewolf?” The new watched approached the cage cautiously, stepping backwards when Oz threw himself against the cage once again. “He really is dangerous to keep around a school, far too dangerous for the children.” Wesley turned accusing eyes toward Giles.
"Oi, I'm not exactly safe for the kiddies, either," Spike pointed out as he pulled out his knife and started playing.
"Well I can see why the council is concerned."
"And as I told the council, their interference is both unnecessary and unwanted."
"Yeah, so sod off," Spike added as he sat on the table. Xander blushed as Spike then amused himself by sliding arms around Xander's waist, pulling him close so that Spike could rest his chin on Xander's shoulder. Part of Xander wanted to squirm away because grown men were watching, stuffy grown men. But the part of Xander that won was the part that sank into the cuddle, enjoying the fact that Spike would show his affection so openly. After Cordelia and her closets, Xander was man enough to admit that he loved the public affection.
Of course, when Spike's foot started worming between Xander's legs, Xander had to give Spike his best "so not kidding" glares, but it didn't make him move out of the circle of Spike's arms.
"I am here to discuss official business with Mr. Giles. If you are part of this… group… who assists the slayers, you do not have any part of this discussion."
"Xander, William, perhaps you should leave. I will take care of Oz watch for the night."
For the first time, Xander realized that Giles' use of Spike's human name wasn't just the librarian getting in a few digs. Giles was intentionally avoiding it. Xander looked over his shoulder and Spike had an eyebrow raised in question.
"No worries, mate. We can watch the wolf while you go set the berk straight on who runs this place," Spike said with a smile as if he wasn't annoying Giles to the edge of drink after drinking all the man's scotch.
"I think it may take a while. I certainly don't want to keep your from any pressing… business," Giles smiled tightly.
"Oi, feel like you're tryin' to get rid of me," Spike complained. "Don't tell me you're ashamed of having William the Bloody over for a spot of tea?" Spike teased in his most pouty voice, but he also loosened his hold on Xander, ready for a fight.
Xander watched as the new watcher’s back stiffened at Spike’s name, and the man froze in place so completely, that Xander was almost disappointed at the lack of a cartoon sound-track.
“William the Bloody? Spike??” Wesley asked as he slowly backed away, and Xander would have laughed at the expression. He would have, but since he was busy smacking his vampire on the arm for laughing, it didn’t seem quite fair to laugh himself
“I have faced vampires before, you should now. Training in the council facilities is no longer limited to studying history and philosophy," he announced as he fell into a position Xander could only describe as something between a cheesy 1970's martial arts film and a Monty Python skit. Wesley held his hands out with the fingers pointed like blades and even Xander could see how vulnerable his position left him. Xander found himself praying that he had never looked quite that pathetic, but then he had once played cavalry by showing up for a fight as 'the guy with the rock' so he wasn't taking any bets. Spike was obviously equally amused as he shimmied out of Xander's grip.
“That right? So, you think you can defend yourself from me? Because I firmly remember telling that other watcher that if any of you lot tried to come around here I was putting you on my approved diet list.” Spike snarled so convincingly that Xander pulled his own hand back even as Wesley retreated the length of the room, and he’d obviously forgotten Oz because he put his back up against the cage.
Xander opened his mouth to shout out a warning, but Oz moved faster than he could form the words. Xander waited for the blood and the screaming to start, but Spike streaked forward and pulled Wesley away from the cage even as Oz body slammed it and reached through the cage with thick, yellowed werewolf claws.
"I uh. Oh my." Wesley looked ready to pass out as he stumbled back toward Giles.
"Bloody hell. I've soddin' ruined my reputation. I hope you're happy," Spike complained as he stomped back to Xander's side.
"Deliriously," Xander agreed as he held out his hand for his vampire. Spike slid back into place, cuddling Xander, his chin resting on Xander's shoulder.
“Hey,” Oz offered his normal greeting.
“Hey,” Xander returned even while Spike immediately went to Giles’ office to pick the lock.
“Giles out?” Xander asked with a quick look around. If Giles found Spike trying to break into his office the evening would go very, very wrong very, very quickly.
“He'll be late.” Oz attached the second corner of the blanket to the bars.
“Willow’s really still freaking about the flexigender, isn't she?" Xander asked. He wasn't really fond of his new habit of sliding into boobies without warning, but he was dealing better than Willow and Buffy who broke into babbling on a regular basis.
“Yep,” Oz confirmed.
“You talk to her?”
“Nope.”
“Is it really that bad?” Xander asked, and that made Oz stop. Xander could see his back as he stood in the locked cage with one hand still raised in the air to grab another blanket off the file cabinet. Oz shrugged as he finished his grab and continued on his task. Xander recognized a dismissal when he saw one, so he settled in at the table with his books and his laptop. He had to finish two assignments before his on-line test, and he had discovered that working by himself with Spike and Willow to help him over the rough bits actually made school much easier. Of course, getting laid helped too what with the lack of constant daydreams about any sexy ass that passed by him. These days, he tended to limit his fantasies to one sexy ass, and oh that was not helping on the studying front.
“Bloody watcher got rid of the good scotch in his office,” Spike growled as he came out of Giles’ office, locking the door behind him.
“You drank it all last time we had a research meeting,” Xander said as he read about French and American movements in the later years of the war.
“Git never replaced it.” Xander listened as Spike’s Doc Martin hit the leg of the table one… two… three… four… five… six… times. He looked up and glared. Spike was twirling a knife which would have been really stupid if he had tried it, but Spike’s nimble fingers first balanced and then twirled the deadly blade. Did Giles hate him? Giles knew the patience of Spike, and still here they were. Seven… eight… nine… ten… eleven… twelve…
“I can’t believe we’re stuck here on Oz watch,” he groaned as he realized Spike had less patience than normal. “No offense Oz,” he quickly added.
“None taken.”
“Bloody hell. At least you can work on your school work, what am I supposed to do without anythin’ to fight?” Spike complained. “Of course you could always put your book down and come amuse me." Spike took the knife he had been twirling and slipped it back into his boot before starting his best sexual stalk.”
“Oh no, not in front of Oz you don’t,” Xander warned.
“I don’t mind,” Oz offered from the cage as he finished hanging the blankets that would afford him some privacy as he stripped and put his clothes aside in preparation for the change.
“Yeah, wolf doesn’t mind,” Spike said with a leer.
“That’s just not going to happen. I mean, what if Willow walks in here or Buffy or Faith?”
“Willow would be embarrassed,” Oz confirmed from the cage even as Spike dropped his shoulders in a hunter’s pose and shimmied closer. Xander retreated around the table.
“Embarrassed Willow, angry Buffy, trying to join in Faith…these are things I just don’t want to deal with,” Xander insisted as he continued to retreat around the table.
“We’ll be doing the wolf a favor to loosen up his girl, I can handle Buffy’s anger, and Faith can soddin’ watch from the sidelines. She'd like that,” Spike offered as he continued his pursuit. Xander seriously considered stopping the game, but Oz had disappeared behind file cabinets, the slayers were going hunting in the woods, and Willow was studying for a test, so they really were alone until Giles came. When Spike darted forward and grabbed his wrist, Xander squealed and pulled back without actually trying to free himself, or telling Spike to let him go which would have immediately earned his freedom.
“I’m bored, and since it was your bright idea for us to babysit the wolf, you can bloody well entertain me,” Spike said as he pulled on the arm, and Xander let himself be pulled into Spike’s embrace.
“Bored huh?” Xander asked as he tilted his head slightly to bring their lips into alignment. “And I suppose you expect me to fix this for you?” Xander asked in a long suffering tone of voice.
“Bloody right. Angelus used to go find me the prettiest girls when I was bored, especially if I’d been good.”
“Okay, referring to your past as a mass murderer might not be the best way to get me in the mood here,” Xander complained as he pulled back, and he heard a laugh from the direction of the cage. Oh shit, he was really hanging out with the evil dead way too much because the thought of an audience was supposed to be disturbing, creepy, downright terrifying. Instead his cock was just getting its normal 'oooh, yeah, sexy vampire,' vibes.
“Just sayin’ Angelus had a way of distracting’ me. I’m sure you could think of ways to distract me from the boredom.” Spike leaned forward and pressed his lips to Xander’s, and Xander reciprocated by opening his mouth slightly and pressing forward with is tongue, eager to explore the taste of Spike.
Xander wiggled his ass invitingly when he felt the strong fingers work into the back pockets of his jeans, and Spike moaned into his mouth, Xander pressing forward until their bodies pressed into one another.
“Just because Angelus put up with your impatience, you think I should,” Xander asked when their lips finally parted.
“Put up with me?" Spike snorted at that one. "He used to whip the skin off me for annoyin’ him,” Spike said. “Unless he was in a good mood,”
“And what if I’m not in the good mood?” Xander asked as he leaned forward and nipped at Spike’s lip. Spike ground his hips forward into Xander, and Xander tilted his head and bit sharply at the side of Spike’s neck. Spike hissed in pleasure.
“Oh good lord, you do have a home of your own, do you not?” Giles demanded, and Xander nearly tripped trying to back away from what had nearly been a ego-crushingly embarrassing moment as opposed to a moment of simple mortification.
“Giles,” he managed to say as he tried to check all his buttons without looking like he was checking all his buttons because that would be embarrassing, especially as a total stranger followed Giles into the library, and next time Spike wanted the naughty, he was so saying no. Well, he was saying no and actually meaning it.
“Yeah, got our own place with our own bloody cage, but last time we offered to wolf sit over there, got told we were untrustworthy.”
“I don’t think Buffy included Xander in that assessment. As I recall she said that *you* were untrustworthy, William.” Xander flinched for Spike when Giles used his real name; the only person who used his real name was Angel and then only when Angel was busy calling Spike a screw-up.
“Would you like to introduce us? I must admit I’m surprised to find students in the library so late, but I myself was headboy with library privileges, and I’ll confess I spent many late hour in a closed library.” The nerdy man with the too perfect suit and the Giles accent stepped forward.
“William, Xander – Wesley,” Giles said in a tired voice.
“Visiting from England,” Wesley announced and Xander looked over at Spike. Oh yeah, he had that look on his face—that look of complete joy, like right before the time he had verbally eviscerated the slightly slow cashier at the movie theater.
“I’m bloody shocked, I am. Never would have guessed.”
“Ah, from the mother country, are you? What part of England are you from?”
“Saw most of Europe in my years, can’t really say I’m from any one part.” Spike turned to Giles. “What exactly is this berk doing here?”
“The council sent him.”
“Mr. Giles, I’m shocked at your indiscretions.” And Wesley actually did manage to looked shocked and horrified. In fact, Xander hadn’t seen anyone look that shocked since Buffy’s mom had ended up with more dead people than live people at the whole homecoming party, and if *Giles* could shock this guy, Xander wasn’t putting money on how long he’d survive Spike's mouth.
“Oh there are far more indiscreet things around here, just wait.” Giles agreed amicably.
“I thought that the council wasn’t sending anyone else what with the whole Angel and Spike and obscure 1886 reference,” Xander said with a near panicked look towards Spike. Luckily Spike still had on his ‘play with the prey’ face as opposed to the ‘eat now’ face, at least Xander hoped that was lucky.
Oz chose that moment to remind the group of his presence by throwing himself against the cage with a mighty snarl. The thin Englishman jumped and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a girl shriek, but then Xander didn’t have much room to criticize considering his own habit of girl screams, even when he wasn't a girl.
“Good lord, is that a werewolf?” The new watched approached the cage cautiously, stepping backwards when Oz threw himself against the cage once again. “He really is dangerous to keep around a school, far too dangerous for the children.” Wesley turned accusing eyes toward Giles.
"Oi, I'm not exactly safe for the kiddies, either," Spike pointed out as he pulled out his knife and started playing.
"Well I can see why the council is concerned."
"And as I told the council, their interference is both unnecessary and unwanted."
"Yeah, so sod off," Spike added as he sat on the table. Xander blushed as Spike then amused himself by sliding arms around Xander's waist, pulling him close so that Spike could rest his chin on Xander's shoulder. Part of Xander wanted to squirm away because grown men were watching, stuffy grown men. But the part of Xander that won was the part that sank into the cuddle, enjoying the fact that Spike would show his affection so openly. After Cordelia and her closets, Xander was man enough to admit that he loved the public affection.
Of course, when Spike's foot started worming between Xander's legs, Xander had to give Spike his best "so not kidding" glares, but it didn't make him move out of the circle of Spike's arms.
"I am here to discuss official business with Mr. Giles. If you are part of this… group… who assists the slayers, you do not have any part of this discussion."
"Xander, William, perhaps you should leave. I will take care of Oz watch for the night."
For the first time, Xander realized that Giles' use of Spike's human name wasn't just the librarian getting in a few digs. Giles was intentionally avoiding it. Xander looked over his shoulder and Spike had an eyebrow raised in question.
"No worries, mate. We can watch the wolf while you go set the berk straight on who runs this place," Spike said with a smile as if he wasn't annoying Giles to the edge of drink after drinking all the man's scotch.
"I think it may take a while. I certainly don't want to keep your from any pressing… business," Giles smiled tightly.
"Oi, feel like you're tryin' to get rid of me," Spike complained. "Don't tell me you're ashamed of having William the Bloody over for a spot of tea?" Spike teased in his most pouty voice, but he also loosened his hold on Xander, ready for a fight.
Xander watched as the new watcher’s back stiffened at Spike’s name, and the man froze in place so completely, that Xander was almost disappointed at the lack of a cartoon sound-track.
“William the Bloody? Spike??” Wesley asked as he slowly backed away, and Xander would have laughed at the expression. He would have, but since he was busy smacking his vampire on the arm for laughing, it didn’t seem quite fair to laugh himself
“I have faced vampires before, you should now. Training in the council facilities is no longer limited to studying history and philosophy," he announced as he fell into a position Xander could only describe as something between a cheesy 1970's martial arts film and a Monty Python skit. Wesley held his hands out with the fingers pointed like blades and even Xander could see how vulnerable his position left him. Xander found himself praying that he had never looked quite that pathetic, but then he had once played cavalry by showing up for a fight as 'the guy with the rock' so he wasn't taking any bets. Spike was obviously equally amused as he shimmied out of Xander's grip.
“That right? So, you think you can defend yourself from me? Because I firmly remember telling that other watcher that if any of you lot tried to come around here I was putting you on my approved diet list.” Spike snarled so convincingly that Xander pulled his own hand back even as Wesley retreated the length of the room, and he’d obviously forgotten Oz because he put his back up against the cage.
Xander opened his mouth to shout out a warning, but Oz moved faster than he could form the words. Xander waited for the blood and the screaming to start, but Spike streaked forward and pulled Wesley away from the cage even as Oz body slammed it and reached through the cage with thick, yellowed werewolf claws.
"I uh. Oh my." Wesley looked ready to pass out as he stumbled back toward Giles.
"Bloody hell. I've soddin' ruined my reputation. I hope you're happy," Spike complained as he stomped back to Xander's side.
"Deliriously," Xander agreed as he held out his hand for his vampire. Spike slid back into place, cuddling Xander, his chin resting on Xander's shoulder.
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