Summary: Mel asked for naked Spike all the time, so here he is.



Spike woke up cold and alone, as usual. He sat up and looked for his jeans as he sleeps naked. They weren't where he left them, as a matter of fact he couldn't see them at all.

Scratching his head and wondering exactly how much he'd drank the night before he wandered around his crypt looking for something - anything - to put on.

He came to the conclusion that he had no clothes what-so-ever in his crypt. Even his duster was missing. He cursed loudly and for a long time.

Finally he noticed the sheet of paper on top of the TV.

Dear Spike,

I'm sorry that I stole all you clothes. Mel made me do it, she wants you naked 24/7. I can't say that I disagree so I snuck in here while you were sleeping and took everything. Don't worry, I'll take good care of your coat luv.

Cassy

PS. Look up in the corner and wave to all the girls, I installed a web-cam as well.



Part 2

Summary: What does Spike do to entertain himself?

Rating: R? NC17? It's smutty!



Spike slumped back down on the lid to the stone coffin in the middle of his crypt. He was bored, very very bored. He had no clothes, thanks to a couple of sneaky fic writers so he couldn't go any where. His cigarettes were in his coat so he couldn't even smoke to alleviate his boredom. Well, he did still have his cell phone. He'd put it on top of his refrigerator last night, so he walked across his crypt to retrieve it. The camera in the corner tracked his every move. He picked up the phone and dialed the magic shop.

"Magic Box, can I help you?"

"*sigh* Harris? What the bloody hell are you doing answering the phone?"

"Well gee fangless, I happen to be helping out here today. What do you want?"

"Clothes. I have none, I need some. YOU bring me some. Now."

"What do you mean you have no clothes?"

Willow, Buffy and Anya look up in interest.

"Some bloody fic writer snuck in here and made off with me clothes. She....She even took my duster!"

"So you're naked?"

The three girls began to drool imagining naked Spike.

"Yes Whelp, I'm naked. You gonna bring me something to wear or not?"

"Yeah fine. I'll be by in a while. But Spike? You better not try anything!"

"Yeah yeah. Just hurry up I'm bored."

"Fine."

Xander hung up the phone and told the girls he had to run an errand and he'd be back in a while. As soon as Xander left, Willow, Anya and Buffy all ran for the door. They wanted to see naked Spike as well.

"Wait! Some one has to stay here and watch the store!"

The words were barely out of Willows' mouth when Both Buffy and Anya yelled 'thanks Wills' as they ran for the cemetery.

"Grrr, stupid slayer, stupid demon girl! I wanted to see naked Spike!"

Upset over not getting to go, Willow opened up her laptop and logged onto her internet account. One of her on-line friends had e-mailed her a link to a web-cam broadcast of a hot naked blonde guy.

"It can't be?"

Willow clicked the link and waited as her computer screen filled with the image of a very naked, very hot looking vampire. Willow began to record the broadcast.

"Ha! Now I'll be able to watch it whenever I want! Oh! Oh my! What is he doing? Oh Goddess, is he.....? He IS!"

Meanwhile Spike had gotten bored waiting for Xander to bring him clothes so he thought he'd put on a little show for the camera. He always was a narcissist. He leaned back on his elbow and opened his legs. Spike looked directly at the camera as he began to slowly stroke himself at a leisurely pace. He ran his hand down and cupped his balls, rolling them gently. He went back to his leisurely stroking of his swollen shaft.

Outside Buffy and Anya were trying to get up high enough to see through the small window in the side of the crypt, they weren't having much luck. Spike began to increase his strokes, squeezing harder on his shaft as he felt his balls begin to tighten. He didn't want it to be over yet, he was really getting off on the idea of those fic writers - what were their names again? Oh yeah, Cassy and Mel - watching him. God only knew how many others were enjoying his performance.

Xander strolled through the cemetery, duffle bag flung over his shoulder. He didn't understand how writers could steal all of Spikes' clothes, but hey, if it meant he got to see the object of his fantasies naked? He didn't care. As he approached the crypt, he saw Buffy and Anya jumping up and down outside of the crypt. He didn't want them looking at his lust interest!

"Hey! What the hell are you two doing! You should be ashamed of your selves. Invading someone’s privacy like that. And you, Anya! I thought you loved me!"

Buffy and Anya both hung their heads in shame.

"Sorry Xander."

They both apologized and walked away thoroughly chastised. Xander grinned to himself before pulling himself up onto the roof of the crypt. He hung over the edge and looked in through the window.

"Amateurs!"

Inside Spike was still stroking himself for the camera. He had sat up so he'd have use of both hands. While he continued stroking his hard shaft with one hand he pinched and pulled at his nipples with the other. He couldn't hold himself back any longer and threw his head back and howled as he erupted, coating his fingers as well as his belly with his cool seed. Outside Xander watched in awe as Spike licked his hand clean and then blew a kiss at the corner of the crypt.

"What the hell's that all about?"

Having seen enough to fuel his jerk-off sessions for the next few months, Xander jumped down and went to the door of the crypt. He opened it and stepped inside. He made a point of not looking at Spike as he threw him the bag.

"You left some stuff behind the last time you stayed over, it's clean Anya washed everything."

"Thanks mate."

"So... fic writers?"

"Yeah, horny bunch they are. Want to keep me naked all the time."

Xander could certainly understand that.

"Well, I better be going."

"See ya. And thanks again."

Anya and Buffy walked back into the shop with their heads hung low. Willow noticed and hid a triumphant smile. She had recorded the whole thing and was planning on watching again. And again and again and again.

"What happened to you two?"

"Xander caught us trying to see Spike and yelled at us."

"Yeah, and then he got nasty! Had to bring my love for him into it."

Willow tried to sound sympathetic.

"Oh, that's too bad. I'm sorry you didn't get to see him."

Buffy and Anya nodded and sat down at the table depressed. Xander went home to take a shower, a long hot steamy shower, so he could think of Spike.

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