Previous Entry Share Next Entry
Scattypaws
bogwitch

Hell for Leather

I'm very happy now I have my Red Dwarf season 3 DVD. In honour of Bodyswap, my favourite ep, I present a short piece of new fic I wrote in the pub a few weeks ago when the episode eight spoilers came out. Thanks go to to gamiila for the beta (although I've re-written a bit since then). Hope you like.

Wow. Not a challenge response in sight!


Hell for Leather (or mashed potatoes with a pint of cream and a full pound of butter) – Bogwitch
(Season Five AtS, during Destiny. Written almost entirely listening to Ministry’s Jesus Built my Hotrod played at full volume in the pub, Thanks to gamiilla for the beta)

Unlife didn’t come much better than this.

A fast car, so much better because it’s nicked from Angel, a rock station, the volume cranked up to ear-splitting levels, blasting Ministry like its life depended on it, and a race to beat the ponce at his own Champion game. Feels like a good time to re-capture a little bit of Spike, have a little fun around here.

One hand on the wheel, he lights a cigarette. It’s the first he’s had in too long and it tastes too good. He hauls the Viper off the slip-road and onto the freeway, cornering with a fury and screeching rubber like a banshee enraged. A booted foot has the accelerator pinned to the floor, and the dial goes 50… 60… 70… 80… Those inhuman reflexes come in handy at a time like this, weaving a black bullet trimmed with chrome and leather, through LA traffic with an Angel of the wrong sort on his bumper. Oh God yes, is Spike having fun.

Fun, like pleasure, is something that he has almost forgotten, like it never existed in the first place, as if he’s not let himself out for so long. The past few years haven’t had many moments as carefree as this and the last month or so, not being able to touch or feel, to only exist and speak, even for a few short weeks, he’s missed sensation, the fight, the feeling of grabbing life by the balls. Now he’s solid again and it’s a head rush of a good sort. He wants to celebrate, wants the full-on sensory overload, ‘til blackout or bust, gorging on every sensation just for its own sake, because he can. Tonight is about freedom, fists and a fuck, at last a release from the shackles the world’s put upon him. No rules, no consequences and there’s no more chip, no more crushing guilt when he sees her face (but maybe he’ll get back to that later). It’s time to grab his unlife with all his fists and fangs and just live it for once.

The excitement, the rush, brings back memories of more irresponsible times, when he didn’t have the soul to make him feel guilty about doing wrong. A nightmare of carnage and chaos behind him, buzzed on havoc, there’d be a couple of corpses slumped on the back seat of the DeSoto, limbs tumbled together, a hand dragging lifelessly into the foot-well, their warm blood and old whiskey stoking a fire of lust in his belly. Dru would be waiting for him in his bed, ready with the chains, to share what he’s brought home to her and then shag to daybreak. Spike grins in glee, forgetting that nagging guilt for once. Those were the fucking days, my friends.

Pushing 100mph now, undertaking a truck dumb enough to sit in the middle lane and get in his way, he knows that nights like those are behind him forever, part of a long past he would rather forget than forgive. It’s time now to find a new way of being reckless for the good of the world. This night, this chase - the goal doesn’t really matter, what’s this shanshu got for him anyway? He has his body back and Buffy still wouldn’t love him. But it would be nice to have something for himself for once, something that Angel cannot touch, cannot aspire to, something that belongs to Spike alone. Something that wasn’t Angel’s first.

He takes a final drag of the cigarette and stubs it out onto the pristine leather of the passenger seat, burning a hole through to the soft foam. This is Spike, ready for unlife again.

Going Hell for leather down the highway.





  • 1
"...jesus was an architect, previous to his career as a prophet. all of a sudden, i found myself in love with the world, so there was only one thing i could do... jesus built my car. it was a love affair, mainly between jesus & my hotrod."

sorry...the devil made me do it. got out the "jesus built my hotrod" 12" for this one, even though i think that spike's more of a land of rape & honey sort of bloke.

Well, it just happened to be on in the pub!

That's my boy. Great fun.

Thanks. Glad you liked it.

Next it's Spike/Tara sequel time, then it back to the angst.

I'm very happy now I have my Red Dwarf season 3 DVD. In honour of Bodyswap, my favourite ep

wahey! yes! nice parallel there between the Boyz from the Dwarf and ATVS, am completely unspoiled (being in Aus and all) so have no idea if Spike takes Angel's body or gets his own back...but...yes... ::Thinks about Spike taking Angel's body to eat mashed potatoes, and amusing comments on green urine:: Ahhhh memories, I have an urge to go watch some Dwarf.

Nice Spike pov btw.

It's always a good time to watch some Dwarf!

The connection is with the gorging on sensation, though an AtS bodyswap ep could be quite funny!

Glad you liked it anyway.

Great stuff, lovely imagery. Wonderful, ballsy, sexy Spike - damn, I've missed him!

Thanks.

Wonderful, ballsy, sexy Spike - damn, I've missed him!
So has everyone else my the sound of it.

  • 1
?

Log in

No account? Create an account