Dance with me

Author: Lilithangel

Fandom: AtS

Characters/Pairings: Spike/Angel, mentions of Fred, Cordy, Wesley, Lindsey, Gunn and Lorne.

Rating/Warnings: NC17 for sex. Contains cross-dressing and semi-public m/m sex acts.

Summary: It's Halloween and Wolfram & Hart are having a ball.

A/N: this is pure PWP as an excuse for cross-dressing and balcony sex.

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Silks and satins swirled around the room, fantastic masks adorned with feathers, lace and gemstones, turning ordinary people into gods and goddesses, and fae creatures of dreams and legends.

Winding through the figures a tall dark King Arthur hunted his quarry, the lithe and beautiful Madame du Pompadour. They had been almost dancing for most of the night with the Madame backing off when Arthur got too close.

Arthur was captivated by soft pouting lips coated with glossy red lipstick and firm white breasts pushed up by a tightly fitted corset. Her dress was of the finest brocades and concealed the rest of her form from him. He could only fantasise about what was beneath. Her dress matched his tabard like it was planned for them to dance.

He had been taught the language of fans and knew she was interested in him, indicating he just had to persevere to win his prize. Finally she extended one gloved hand to him and led him onto the dance floor.

She fitted perfectly into his arms and they spun around the room unaware of any other dancers. He breathed in the scent of her, talcum powder and old roses. She smiled and trailed one hand down his chest before spinning away and leading him onto a balcony. They could still hear the music playing in the distance and she returned to his arms.

This time she tilted her head and let him claim her lips in a tender kiss. The violins swelled as the kiss deepened and Arthur pulled away her mask.

"Fuck Spike, you look so hot," Angel said as he started to kiss down Spike's throat, "those breasts look so real."

"They are real," Spike said, his hands snaking under Angel's tunic to untie his breeches. "Lorne knew someone who makes corsets for blokes. It's a bit weird I know."

"It's a good weird." Angel ran his tongue along the created swell of flesh with appreciation.

Spike pulled Angel's breeches aside and wrapped his hand around Angel's rock hard erection. "I'm not wearing any knickers," he said, feeling Angel's cock jump at his words.

Angel lifted Spike onto the railing of the balcony, pushing his skirts up to billow around his waist. Spike had been lubed and ready for hours so he simply sat down on Angel's cock.

Angel groaned with pleasure and gripped Spike hard around the waist loving the feel of the boning in the corset. Spike hooked his legs around Angel's waist and Angel started long deep thrusts into him.

Spike's cock was trapped somewhere in the swathes of fabric but the rub of brocade and lace was enough stimulation for him not to not need to remove his hands from Angel's shoulders so he held on tight and let Angel ride him.

Angel had been hard from the moment he'd recognised Spike dressed as Madame du Pompadour. The elaborate white wig and face paint, the impossibly round and pert breasts and the corseted waist took him right back to his days as a young vampire learning the art of lovemaking at Darla's stockinged feet.

He had been grateful of the loose tunic as he mixed with the party guests, always keeping the Madame in sight. He alternated between jealousy when Spike flirted with Harlequin (Wesley), Batman (Lindsey) and a robot (Gunn), and lust when Spike chatted and giggled with Cleopatra (Cordy) and Wonder Woman (Fred). All of the images his imagination provided served to arouse him further and if Spike hadn't taken him out to the balcony he might very well have thrown Madame du Pompadour onto the floor of the ballroom and taken Spike in front of everyone.

Spike couldn't believe how turned on he'd become dressing up as Madame du Pompadour. When Cordy and Fred had laced him into the corset he'd had to dash into the bathroom and jerk off into the silk knickers he'd put on. Pulling the petticoats over the hoops he'd opted to not wear any other underwear and had nearly gone crazy with the rub of lace across his cock all night.

Flirting with everyone as Madame du Pompadour had been brilliant. Only Cordy and Fred had known who he was. Lorne could possibly have guessed by the smile. Considering Lorne had sent him to Gareth who made the corsets, it wasn't a surprise really. The others seemed happy to believe he was a woman or a pre-op transsexual anyway. It didn't stop them flirting with him either, which was a bit of an eye opener with Gunn in particular.

Angel had known straight away, and that made him strangely pleased. The flash of appreciation and lust in Angel's eyes had nearly made Spike cum again right there. He used all the fan language Darla had taught him to flirt with Angel until he got up the courage to ask Angel to dance. He had felt Angel's erection press against his corset and couldn't wait any longer to get fucked.

Angel filled him to the brim and fucked him just the way he liked it, possessive and hard. Lubing himself up earlier had been almost too much to handle but worth it for the slide of Angel's cock unerringly keeping pressure on his prostate. He was going to make an absolute mess of his petticoats any minute and he didn't give a damn.

Angel crashed his lips into Spike's as he felt his orgasm boil over. Spike's grip on his shoulders tightened as the blond followed suit and they were left panting and still kissing as they road out their release.

"This is a much better way to spend Halloween than normal," Angel said as they set themselves to rights afterwards. "Usually something bad happens."

"That's for sure," Spike said, remembering with a shudder previous Halloweens.

Just then there was a scream from inside the ballroom and Spike groaned. "You had to go and jinx it didn't you?"

"I didn't jinx anything," Angel protested as they kicked open the French doors.

"You had to say it," Spike said, resigned to fighting demons in a dress.

"Say what?" Angel drew his sword and then cursed when he realised it was only a lightweight prop.

"You mentioned Halloween being quiet," Spike growled.

"That's not a jinx," Angel growled back.

King Arthur and Madame du Pompadour continued to argue as they joined the robot, Harlequin, Batman, Cleopatra, Wonder Woman and Liberace in taking down the Grelnich demons who had invaded the Wolfram & Hart Halloween Masquerade Ball because they hadn't been invited.

It was a normal Halloween after all.

END