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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
"Anya? Anya, are you here? We need to talk to you." Buffy played cautious woman, walking in slowly enough that she could get a full view of the shop. They all trooped in after her, and one by one they stopped dead, mouths dropping open in shock. The shop looked like a candy factory, with box after box of brightly labeled bars stacked in the corners and the research table covered with a paper cutter and piles of mailing labels.
The new shipment looked to be Toffee Tsunami bars, and Xander's mouth watered. He could really use one of those right about now. He only realized he was leaning towards the nearest box making hungry little noises when Spike tightened his grip and said, "Whoa there, tiger. Let's us find out what's going on first, yeah?"
Spike had a point. There was no sign of anyone, human or demon, just the chocolate. But, oh the chocolate. Creamy, gooey chocolate wrapped around crisp, buttery toffee. Let Buffy handle the kick-ass, if there was any ass-kicking required. He just wanted chocolate. Chocolate that Spike wasn't letting him have, so clearly it was time for some misdirection. Bracing himself for balance, Xander wiggled his butt against Spike suggestively.
The girls had spread out, checking around for any sign of habitation, but he and Spike were still just inside the door, and no one was really paying them any attention. So Xander rubbed again, which caused Spike to groan. "Know what you're doing, and it's not going to work. So just hold still."
"But Spike. I want."
"Oh, I want too. But no. Now behave or I'll drop you on the floor on your bum. Slayer told me to keep my hands above your waist."
"She never said anything about my hands." Knowing that Spike wouldn't actually make good on his threat and let go, Xander wormed a hand between their bodies and massaged the bulge in Spike's jeans. "Look, your hands are still being good little Spikey hands."
Growling against Xander's neck, Spike arched into the touch, and they swayed in place. Checking to make sure the girls were still occupied, Xander began to work at Spike's belt buckle, trying for quiet and managing not loud enough to be really noticeable. The zipper was a bit louder, but Buffy was talking at that point, something about, "can you believe all this," so no one but Spike noticed. And boy did he notice. Hard, hard flesh under those jeans, and even at the rotten angle Xander got his hand around it and Spike moaned a little, scraping his teeth over Xander's shoulder in response. Forget the chocolate, Xander thought. I have a Spike.
Still using one hand to hold Xander upright, Spike slid the other hand around Xander's belly, up to his chest, scratching lightly over Xander's nipples. His arm was beginning to ache from the weird position, but Xander couldn't give up the feel of Spike's cock in his hand, so he shifted sideways just enough to get more comfortable. Ever helpful, Spike shifted with him, rolling his hips and making affirmative noises. "Touch yourself, pet," he said, and pinched one of Xander's nipples hard enough to sting. And Xander did, moving his free hand to his own crotch to rub and press, feeling his zipper rasp painfully against his engorged flesh.
God it felt good, and Xander got lost in Spike, and the two of them were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the door to the training room open, or anything else until Buffy shouted, "Ewww!"
Everything snapped back into real time, and Xander hit the floor as Spike let go of him and turned his back on the room to stuff himself back in his pants. Willow, Tara, and Buffy all stared at Xander with varying degrees of embarrassment. And then there was... Clem? Looking really mortified, looking anywhere but at Spike and Xander actually, and shifting his armload of boxes around uncomfortably.
"Oh hey, everyone," Clem said brightly. "Want some chocolate?"
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