TITLE: From Cherry Tart to Beefy Stud (1/1) AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com) With *lots* of help from Jinni (jinni@witchslove.com) COUPLE: W/S, A/C RATING: NC-17, cause well. . .just read it. DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more. SPOILERS: None that I can think of. SUMMARY: Spike gets himself into a little bit of trouble. . .imagine that!! :) NOTES: This takes place a little in the future. Willow and Spike are together, as is Angel and Cordelia. NOTES 2: Read this! It's *great*! I so love this one. . . *giggle* NOTES 3: This story is based off a picture on the Net. *Please* go see the pic first. It will make a lot of sense when you read the story. . . it's here: http://www.cityofangel.com/angel/series/gallery/photos/CC27.jpg DEDICATION: To my partner in crime, Jinni. :) *~*~*~* Spike grinned, pulling out an old issue of Cherry Tart. It was an older magazine, and quite trashy, as far as nudie magazines went, but the vampire didn't mind. Willow wasn't trashy or whorish at all, and the vampire did enjoy the wilder side of life occasionally. . . So he had taken to hiding trashy magazines under their shared mattress. He knew Willow would never look under it, there was no reason for her to. He settled back on the bed, thankful that his redheaded witch had class. She would be gone for hours. He could look at the beautiful naked girls, toss off, and be done in plenty of time for Willow to come home. From there, he would shag her into oblivion. She would never know his deepest darkest secret. He enjoyed trashy nudie magazines. He flipped through the pages, looking for a beautiful redhead to toss off to. He flipped past the smiling girls, then stopped on page 43. He frowned, flipping back for the girl he saw a couple of pages back. His mouth dropped open at the sexy girl on the page. She gazed at him, her brown eyes heavily lined with dark eyeliner. She was lying on her stomach, covering the swell of her breast with her arm. She wore fishnet stockings, her legs in the air. Her hair was somewhat wild, portraying her as someone who had just been thoroughly fucked. "Bloody hell," he whispered. It was his Sire's mate. It was Cordelia Chase. *~*~*~* "Spike!" Willow yelled through the mansion, throwing her book bag down. "I 'm home!" She closed her eyes and tensed, waiting for the blonde vampire to pounce on her as he did every day. She slowly opened her eyes, frowning. Spike was nowhere to be seen. "Spike?" she asked softly, walking through the mansion. She knew he was there, she could feel him through their bond. But he wasn't acknowledging her. She stepped into their bedroom, frowning. He was sitting on the bed, staring at a magazine, his jaw dropped in shock. "Spike?" she asked quietly. He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide. "Pet," he whispered. "Look." Willow sat down next to him. She growled softly. "A nudie mag, Spike? Come on. What are you doing with that? Am I not good enough for you?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. "No, pet, *look* at the picture!" Willow leaned down. There was something familiar about the girl. . . She jumped up with a yelp. "OH GODDESS! It's. . .it's Cordelia!" she cried. Spike grinned. "I think we should go to LA." "No," she said firmly. "You will just be an ass." "Promise, pet. I won't do anything bad at all." He grinned, his eyes dancing with mischievousness. He was already forming a plan in his mind, wanting to embarrass his Sire and his mate as much as he possibly could. "Come on, we haven't seen them in a month, anyway. I'm sure the Cheerleader misses you." He pulled her into his arms, throwing the magazine aside. Laying her back, the vampire proceeding to take his mate's mind off of the very naked picture of one of her best friends. *~*~*~* "Hey, Peaches. Wanna see a nudie mag?" Angel looked up at Spike, growling. "I don't *like* nudie magazines. It's filthy," he hissed. "Whatever," Spike said, settling next to his Sire on the couch. "You love porno just as much as I do. You just don't want to admit it to anyone. God forbid, the world knows your perversions." "Spike, does this conversation have a point, or are you just trying to annoy me like usual?" Spike grinned. "I have a point, thank you very much. I do like annoying the bloody hell out of you, but there actually is a point." He glanced over at the women, who were across the room laughing about something. "Hey, pet!" Willow glanced up, throwing her mate a smile. "Yea, Spike?" He pulled out his gold card. "Why don't you and the cheerleader go shop or something?" Willow's eyebrow rose. Spike *never* let her use his gold card, unless she really needed something. And to willingly give it to Cordelia Chase? "What are you up to?" she asked, her hands on her hips angrily. "Nothing, pet. Just have some fun on me. You two deserve it." Spike smiled his most charming smile, knowing Willow would fold. Cordelia snatched the card out of his hand. "Come on," she said, pulling Willow out of the living room. "Let's go before he changes his mind." With that, the two women left. Angel turned to Spike. "What's going on?" he asked with a scowl. He knew his childe was up to something, and didn't really think he'd like whatever it was. Spike pulled a magazine out of the inside of his duster. "Here you have your normal trashy nudie, Cherry Tart. Cute chits, but nothing to bloody call home about." He handed it to Angel. "Look at page 38." Angel rolled his eyes. "Spike, stop playing games." "Do it!" Spike demanded. With an unneeded sigh, Angel opened the magazine, finally finding page 38. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. "That's. . .that's. . ." "Right, mate. It's your chit. She's in the nudie magazine." "Oh, my god," Angel said softly. He ran his fingers over the picture. "She 's beautiful, but. . ." He frowned. "What is she doing in here?" Spike pointed to the caption. "It was taken before she hooked up with you here in LA, so I'm guessing she needed the bloody money." "She never told me about this!" Angel cried. He was almost hurt. He and Cordelia didn't have any secrets between the two of them. So he thought. "And if you were in a trashy nudie magazine, would you tell the man you loved? Well, I guess in your case, with the soul, it would be the woman you loved. . .?" Spike asked gently. Inwardly, he grinned. He was playing his Sire like a violin. With the act he was pulling, he knew that Angel would believe him when he promised it would stop there. "Spike!" Angel said. "Promise me you won't tell Cordelia you know about this! Promise me you won't tease her." "Bloody hell, Angelus! What kind of wanker do you think I am? That's why I sent her shopping with my *gold* card, no less. I didn't want her to bloody know that we knew!" He put on his best hurt face. "Besides, Red would have my head." "Thanks," Angel said, snatching the magazine out of his hand. "I think I should keep this, just in case." Spike smiled, knowing he had another copy stashed away. "Sure, Peaches. It would be only right. She's your mate, anyway." *~*~*~* Cordelia yawned, settling behind her computer. Wesley was hovering over her shoulder, eager for her to boot the computer up. He had spotted a demon the night before and wanted to get information on it before presenting it to his boss. Cordelia turned on the computer, waiting for it to boot. She glanced up, smiling at Willow. The redhead was seated on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She was glad that Willow and Spike had come to LA for the weekend. She didn't realize how much she missed the odd couple. < Of course, they are no odder than Angel and I. . . > she mused with a grin. "Uuhh. . .Cor. . .Cordelia," Wesley stammered. Cordelia turned, looking up at him. "What is it, Wesley?" she asked. He was staring at her computer in shock. "You. . .and I mean. . .uh. . ." He stumbled over his words, blushing heavily. He pulled his glasses off. "I didn't realize that you did. . .uh, *that*." Cordelia turned back to her computer. Her eyes widened and she gasped. It was *her*! She was on the desktop as the background picture! It was the picture she'd had taken for some trashy magazine the year before! It was the quickest, but most humiliating hundred bucks she'd ever gotten. Her eyes narrowed. "SPIKE!" she screamed. "I'm going to KILL you!" Angel looked at Spike sharply. The two were in his office, talking about various things. "What did you *do*, Spike," he hissed. Spike gave him an innocent look. "Nothing, Peaches! What makes you think I did something?" "SPIKE!!!" The two walked out into the office to see a seething Cordelia, a flustered Wesley, and Willow just looked. . .calm. "I'm going to *kill* you," Cordelia hissed. Willow crossed her arms, staring Spike down. He almost shrank in fear. He' d never seen his Willow look so angry. Her eyes were flashing with anger. "What?" he feigned ignorance. "What did I do?" Angel walked around the desk, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open. "Spike!" he hissed. "How *could* you?" "Er. . .I think. . .it's time for me to go," Wesley stammered, scurrying out of the office. "I didn't bloody do anything!" Spike cried, trying to hold his laughter in. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. He bent over at the waist, tears streaming down his face he was laughing so hard. Angel grabbed Cordelia's arm to keep her from running around the desk and slamming a stake into his childe's heart. He noticed a calculating look in Willow's eyes and knew that something was up. "It's ok, Princess," he said softly. "I think Willow is up to something." Cordelia glanced over, her face softening. Willow smiled at her. < I can't *wait* to see what Willow does to get him back. . . > *~*~*~* Spike grumbled. "This is stupid, pet. I won't show up on the bloody film." He threw himself down on the couch, pulling the robe closer to his naked body. "I know," Willow said softly. "I just want you to know the humiliation that Cordelia went through last year when *she* did this." "So you want me to prance around naked, in front of you, my Sire, and his mate? All so you can snap bloody pictures off on a camera that wouldn't pick me up anyway?" "Pretty much," Cordelia nodded. "It only serves you right. That was cruel what you did, Spike." "I'm a vampire, chit. Without a soul. I'm not Peaches," Spike replied, crossing his arms. "But both Willow *and* I asked you not to do anything, Spike," Angel said. "And yet you did. So it's our turn to humiliate *you*." "What the bloody hell ever," Spike grunted. He stood up and dropped the robe. "Fine. Start taking pictures." *~*~*~* A month passed with no incident. Spike never mentioned the picture of Cordelia again, and even went so far to burn the other magazine. Angel had taunted the younger vampire all through the *photography* session, making him both angry and hard at the same time. And yet, Willow never teased him about after that night. Neither did Angel and Cordelia. For all intensive purposes, the night was done and over with. Giles looked up when Spike and Willow walked in. Spike nodded to Angel, who had come to Sunnydale with Cordelia because of a vision she'd received. The whole gang was there, ready to go out and kick a little demon ass. "Before we start, I got something in the mail today," Giles said, holding up an envelope. "It was addressed to the Scooby Gang, so I figured I would open it when you were all here." Buffy glanced up. "Who would send something to us? And address it to the Scooby Gang? Who is it from?" "There is no return address," Giles replied, opening it. He pulled out a magazine and frowned. "Oh, dear. It's. . .a copy of Beefy Stud? What is Beefy Stud?" "Oh, that's a really hot amateur porn mag," Anya replied. She glanced around at the group's shocked looks. "Oh, come on!" she cried. "As much as *I* like sex? You didn't think I wouldn't be interested in porn, did you?" She stood up and walked to Giles, pulling the magazine out of his hands. "Hey, it's next month's issue. It's not even on the stands yet. I wonder how it got here? Addressed to us?" "There's a post-it on it," Cordelia remarked, seeing the familiar yellow note with her writing on it. "What does it say?" " 'Look at the Centerfold. A Friend.' " Anya read. She started to open the magazine. Buffy stood up and walked to her, looking over her shoulder. Spike's mind whirled at the information. "Beefy Stud. Wouldn't that be a magazine of naked men. . .BLOODY HELL!" he cried, standing up, his eyes flying to a smirking Willow. "You *didn't*!" "WOAH!" Buffy cried. "Willow ROSENBERG!! I had no *clue* Spike was so damn well HUNG!" Spike sat down, covering his face with his hands. "How did you do it, Witch?" Xander jumped up, looking over Buffy's shoulder. "Ewww, naked Spike. *So* not what I wanted to see." "I've gotten good with my magic, baby," Willow purred, sitting next to Spike. "I *can* cast spells that don't go wrong, you know." She patted his back. "You know, you should have just done what we asked and not made fun of our friend." "Hey, ok, so Spike has a great ass," Anya commented to Buffy. She flipped the page. "But look at *this* guy's ass! It's beautiful." Buffy giggled. "Oh, god, it is!" Spike looked up, completely humiliated. "Bad enough being in the centerfold of a trashy magazine, but now the chit's are comparing me to a bloody human?" Angel sat next to his childe. "Never piss off your Sire or your witchy girlfriend," he grinned. "I'll get the two of you back," Spike promised. "Mark my words, I'll bloody get you back." He stood up. "I'm going home. Red, I'll see you in the morning." He stalked out of the apartment. Willow snickered. "I'm in for it, you know that." "But it was worth it," Cordelia said softly. "Thanks, you guys." She hugged her mate and best friend. *~*~*~* Angel sighed, sitting back against the pillows of his bed. It was good to be home. They'd stayed in Sunnydale for three days. It took about that long for Spike to come out of his funk and start talking to them again. Again, all was made right between the gang, but Angel knew that Spike was up to something. He *would* get Willow and his Sire back, that was assured. Angel grinned, pulling out his issue of Beefy Stud. No one knew that he'd kept a copy for himself, and he certainly hoped no one would ever find out. . . He flipped the magazine open to Spike's brazen centerfold picture. "You are my boy," he said softly to the picture, running his hand over his hard cock. "You will always be my boy." He closed his eyes and leaned back, jacking off to the picture of the man he loved most in the world. He knew that this was the only way he'd ever get to be sexual around his childe, as Spike would never allow their relationship to progress any further. Angel surmised that neither Willow, nor Cordelia, would mind the two vampires being together, but Angel refused to force something on Spike that the blonde didn't want. . .no matter how much Angel wanted it. So he was content to masturbating to his picture, closing his eyes and imagining that it was Spike's hand wrapped around his cock. With an inaudible sigh, he jerked off till he came, spilling his seed all over his hand and stomach. "Damn," he said softly. Spike watched the scene in fascination, knowing that Angel didn't know he was there. He'd followed the couple back to LA, ready to start his revenge. He'd gone poking through Willow's spell books and found a spell to dampen the bond he shared with his Sire, so the vampire wouldn't know he was skulking around his apartment. The demon within Spike roared, pleased with the knowledge that his Sire still wanted him. Spike grinned. "Perhaps our game will change, Peaches," he said softly, slipping out into the balmy LA night. END ~*~*~Email the author!