Title:
Told Ya So
Author:
Jericho Quentin
Pairings:
Spike/Billy Idol, Spike/Xander (implied if you use your
imagination)
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
What do you think? It's why Billy and Spike dress nearly the
same.
Disclaimer:
The boys aren't mine and Billy's not mine either (why? why?
why?)
Told
Ya So
New
York, 1970-something
Spike
wandered the streets of New York, bored out of his mind. While
he
enjoyed being in a new place, it just wasn’t the same without
Druscilla.
He glowered to himself at the thought of his dark princess.
She
had wandered off without him, and now he was left to his own
devices
until she came back.
Absently,
he scuffed his boots along the sidewalk. Spike wasn’t even
in
the mood to grab a quick meal. And there were certainly plenty of
unsuspecting
victims right here, bumping and jostling him as he moped.
Just
as he was contemplating returning to his hotel room, a passerby
got
shoved right into him.
“Watch
it,” snarled Spike, shoving the human away.
“Sorry,”
said an unrepetant male voice in an English accent. “It’s not
my
fault, you know. All these bloody people in too big a hurry.” The
young
man smiled at Spike, blue eyes twinkling from beneath an unruly
mane
of black hair. “Name’s Billy. Billy Idol”
Spike
smirked as the man’s gaze raked over him. Maybe a distraction
was
what he needed. “Billy Idol? What kind of a name is that?”
“Hopefully
one that everyone will know. And what about you? Do you
have
a name?”
“Spike.”
Spike let his gaze rake over Billy. There was definitely
potential
here. “So, why’s everyone gonna know your name?”
“I’m
a musician.”
“S’that
so?” Spike snickered slightly.
Billy
became a little defensive, “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
“Bloody
hell, mate, I was just teasing.” Spike leaned against the
building
they were next to. “So, pet, you wanna talk somewhere a
little
more private?”
“Where’d
you wanna go?” asked Billy coyly.
“Got
a hotel room not far from here.”
“Sounds
good.”
Once
they reached the hotel and entered Spike’s room, Spike turned to
Billy.
“So what kind of music do you play?” He watched with glee as
Billy’s
expression fell a bit.
“Oh,
well, rock ‘n roll. I’m a singer.”
“Need
a better image, pet.”
“What?!
“Not
to say you’re not a sexy bloke, cause you are, it’s just, you
don’t
look very... bad ass.”
“And
what would you have me do?” asked Billy indignantly and a bit
curiously.
Spike
smirked at Billy. “Do you trust me?”
“I
barely know you! I thought we were coming up here for a shag and
now
you’re going on about my image and trust?”
“C’mon,
pet. Let me do this an’ I promise I’ll shag you til you can’t
see
straight.” Spike stared Billy straight in the eye, then asked, “We
got
a deal?”
Billy
ran a hand through his hair as he struggled with a decision. He
thought
for several minutes, pacing about while Spike watched avidly,
lounging
in a recliner. Finally he looked at Spike. “Alright, we got
a
deal.”
“Great!
You stay right here while I nip out and get what we need.”
Spike
was out the door before Billy could say anything.
Spike
was back before too long, bearing a paper sack and snickering to
himself.
“Okay, pet, into the loo.”
Billy
followed Spike into the bathroom, a little worried about what was
going
to happen.
“Alright,
pet, I want you to take your shirt off and sit down,” said
Spike
as he pulled a box of dye out of the sack.
“What’s
that?” asked Billy as he tugged his shirt over his head.
Spike
grinned wolfishly at the human, raking his gaze over Billy’s
expose
torso. “It’s bleach, luv. Gonna get you lookin’ decent in no
time
flat.”
“Bleach?!”
“Yeah,
pet, it’s amazing stuff.” Spike ran a hand through his own
peroxide
white hair. “You just wait. You’ll see.”
A
short time later Spike was presenting a freshly peroxided Billy Idol
to
the mirror. “Well, pet?”
“I,
uh…” Billy stared at his reflection in shock. He looked
completely
different. He realized he was alone in the mirror, but
could
hear Spike snickering softly behind him. He whirled around.
Spike
was still right behind him. He looked at Spike and back to the
mirror.
Just him. “You… you…”
“‘aven’t
got a reflection, pet. S’okay. If I was gonna eat you,
I’d’ve
done it already.”
“What?”
Spike
winked at the human and briefly shifted into his vampiric
features.
“Still haven’t told me how you like the hair, luv.”
Billy
tried to answer several times, still trying to fully comprehend
the
situation. “Uh, well…”
“I
know. You look bleedin’ sexy.” Spike stepped closer to the human
and
ran his hand through the still damp hair. “C’mon. You’re gonna
wake
up a whole new man.” Spike used his hand to bring Billy’s face
closer
to his own and pulled him in for a kiss.
Billy
tried to resist, but gave when a tongue demanded entrance to his
mouth.
He allowed Spike to plunder his mouth, grasping the vampire’s
shoulders
when his knees threatened to give out.
Spike
pulled away, allowing the mortal to breath. “So, pet. Still
wanna
hold up the rest of the bargain?” he asked in a seductive
whisper.
Staring
at the vampire with a dazed expression on his face, Billy just
nodded.
He let spike lead him back into the main part of the room and
up
to the bed. Sitting on the bed, he removed his shoes and socks
before
looking up at Spike who was stripping rapidly.
Once
he was naked, Spike tossed something onto the bed, then pounced on
Billy,
devouring his mouth in a heated kiss. He used his tongue to
draw
the human’s out, while he unfastened Billy’s jeans. Scooting them
father
onto the bed, Spike broke away just long enough to remove the
offending
article of clothing before reclaiming the mortal’s mouth.
Billy
felt as though he may die before the night was over. Whatever he
was,
Spike could definitely kiss. As he ran his hands over Spike’s
pale
chest, he noticed the cool temperature of the marble skin. Before
he
could break the kiss and ask about it, all thoughts were driven from
his
mind as a slick finger suddenly breached his body. “Oh god!” he
moaned,
completely unprepared for the action.
Spike
grinned as he thrust his finger into the tight heat. “Like that,
pet?”
he asked as he added a second finger and aimed for the prostate.
Judging
from the incoherent sounds Billy was making, his ministrations
were
definitely being appreciated. He added a third finger and
increased
his tempo. Spike removed his fingers and cut off Billy’s
protest.
“Hush, pet. We’re ready for the real fun.” He quickly lubed
himself
and slowly pushed into Billy’s tight hole.
Billy
moaned in ecstasy as Spike pushed into him, filling him
completely.
Spike held himself still until Billy pushed back, then he
began
thrusting, moving slowly and deliberately.
Billy
cried out in frustration when Spike continued to move slowly.
“Faster,
oh god, please. Faster!”
Spike
increased his pace, driving into the human faster and harder. He
gripped
Billy’s hips, digging into the pale flesh.
Panting
heavily as Spike rammed into him again and again, Billy raked
his
fingers down the vampire’s back, leaving bloody trails. Spike
snarled,
vamping out and digging his fangs into Billy’s chest.
Billy
shouted when the fangs pierced his skin, his orgasm rushing
through
his body. He was barely aware of the vampire sucking on the
wound
in his chest before he slid into oblivion. Spike slammed into
Billy
one last time, howling as he came before limply collapsing onto
the
mortal.
Billy
awoke to a dead weight covering him. He opened his eyes to see
bleached
hair. Groggily he sat up, pushing the bleach blond away from
him
as he tried to recall where he was.
“‘ey,”
came the indignant mumble. “I was warm. Why’d you do that?”
Spike
blinked at Billy sleepily.
The
events of the night came crashing back and Billy tumbled out of the
bed,
rushing frantically to the bathroom. Shakily he looked into the
mirror,
staring semi-horrified at the puncture wounds just below his
left
nipple.
Spike
wandered in behind him, smirking. “Well, was it everything I
promised?”
“You…
bit me,” said Billy incredulously.
“Vampire,
luv. S’what I do,” Spike shrugged, completely unrepetant.
“Am
I? I mean…”
“No,
luv. That’s only in the movies. This didn’t mean a thing.”
Spike
fingered the wound lightly. “So wanna see what else I brought
you?”
“What?”
Spike
snickered, “For your image, luv.” He grabbed the paper sack,
which
had been left in the bathroom, and handed it to Billy.
Peering
into the bag, Billy gaped at the contents, then dumped them out
on
the floor. Leather pants, ripped jeans, a pair of combat boots, and
several
oddly decorated shirts spilled onto the floor.
“Whadya
think? You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, pet.”
****
LA
Present Year
“And
that is how I single-handedly started off Billy Idol’s music
career,”
finished Spike proudly.
Xander
looked at Spike skeptically. “I’m supposed to believe you?”
“Course
you are. I’ve got proof.” Spike pulled his wallet and and
presented
a slightly battered photo to the young man.
Xander
stared at the photo in shock. A smiling and young-looking (and
bleached)
Billy Idol and a smirking Spike were staring back at him.
“Woah.
That is sooo freaky.”
Spike
just crossed his arms and grinned. “Told ya so.”
The
End