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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
For Sophie, who needed a pick-me-up. Hope this worked!
"But Xander..." Spike whined. "It's *Penney's!*"
Xander sighed. "And I need things from J. C. Penney's, so deal with it."
Still Spike refused to budge from the parking lot. "You can get it yourself." The vampire was not joking; he would rather torture himself with Britney Spears than go into a department store.
"I don't see what the big deal is; you'll go into Wal Mart with no arguments," Xander countered.
"Got m' stuff there," Spike muttered, running a hand through his hair. Wal Mart was where he bought... well, stole, his hair dye and fingernail polish.
Xander grabbed Spike's hand. "Please? I wanted you to help me..." Out came the big, liquid whisky eyes and quivering lower lip. Xander knew he shouldn't be playing such strong cards for a simple thing like shopping, but he *wanted* Spike to do this with him. He needed to see what happened when he and his lover tried to do normal things, the kind of things that he and Anya had failed at. Domestic things, stupid things like grocery shopping and picking out work clothes. Things that told Xander that he and Spike were something built to last.
Spike took in the cow eyes and the quiver and almost lost it. He *hated* being manipulated. Before he did, though, the vampire had a weird thought. Perhaps this was a test; one that Xander was putting him through for a reason. He wasn't sure if that made him even madder or not. Then again, the look on Xander's face was... so damned hopeful. Spike rolled his eyes dramatically and let Xander pull him along. "Fine, let's get this over with."
Xander made a beeline for the 'work casual' section of menswear. "What the bloody hell is 'work casual' anyway?" Spike muttered. "Either you work or you don't."
The brunette studied a display of soft, cotton button-downs. "Spike, some of us gainfully employed people are supposed to look nice at work, while still able to actually do things besides sit behind a desk." The reason behind this particular trip was Xander's promotion. He was no longer doing labor of any kind now that he was a project manager. Unfortunately that meant that the days of ragged jeans and t-shirts were long gone. Now he needed khakis and broadcloth, dress shoes and ties. Eck.
Spike glared at the ugly orange shirt Xander obviously favored. Yeah, his boy was moving up, finally getting the respect he deserved. Of course, that respect would quickly vanish if he wore *that* to work. "No, get this one," Spike stated, pulling a midnight-blue shirt off the rack. "With this," He continued, reaching for a pair of bone-colored slacks. "And this tie," He continued, holding up a scrap of silk in deep blues, purples, and black.
Xander blinked. "Uh..."
Spike completely ignored Xander's impersonation of a suffocating carp and moved through the displays. "Burgundy's fine for your skin tones, but not with those green pants you're too fond of," The vampire commented, grabbing shirts, trousers, and other accessories. "Green's just not for you, Xan. Stick to blues and reds, maybe a touch of deep violet. And no prints," He warned, thrusting a wad of clothing at the boy. "Go try it on."
"Help?" Xander whispered, nearly toppling under the weight of what Spike had handed him. Spike grunted and took back a few items. "Wait here," He said, trotting off towards another department. Xander whimpered and stood where he was, unable to move. How could he, when he couldn't see anything but a pair of black pants?
"Well? Did any of it fit?" Spike asked not two minutes later.
"Can't..." Xander began, hobbling towards Spike.
"Right," Spike murmured. "Follow me." He took up some more of the clothes and led Xander to the dressing rooms.
"How many garments?" The attendant asked Spike as they approached.
"A bloody ton," Spike replied. When the attendant frowned, Spike growled. The young man suddenly found something very interesting in lingerie, leaving the two men alone in the dressing rooms.
"That wasn't nice," Xander said as Spike pushed him into the handicapped room in the back.
"Do I care?" Spike shot back. "Strip down," He ordered, sorting through the mass of clothes they'd gotten. Xander obediently tried on everything Spike gave him, following terse orders to tuck, straighten, and tie until he was finally dressed.
"How did you know my shoe size?" Xander inquired as he slid on a pair of loafers.
Spike declined to answer. Xander turned to study himself in the mirror. Ok, this was... good. Spike was good. Charcoal gray and dark khaki, with a swath of red around his neck. "That'll do," Spike murmured. "Try this next."
Xander soon found himself in a whirlwind of clothes. On, off, back on again. Spike accepted and rejected garments seemingly at random, the unsatisfactory ones flying over the door to fall in the hallway. Xander just tugged, yanked, zipped and tucked until he felt like a mannequin.
"Oh."
Spike cocked his head to one side. Well, well. That had turned out... far better than he'd expected. Tight black jeans, smooth all the way to the ankle. Blood-purple t-shirt, stretched tight over that heated chest. Black leather boots.
"This won't do for work, Spike," Xander stated. "It's too..." A single, cool finger closed Xander's lips. The hand connected to it drifted lower, tracing the curve of muscles through the silk shirt, tweaked a nipple to hardness. "Tight," Xander managed to finish. This was so not happening. No, definitely *not* happening. Spike was not going to do him in a dressing room in J. C. Penney's. He was not going to let Spike do him in said dressing room. He was hard enough to cut diamonds. The jeans were not helping.
Spike slowly backed Xander into the mirror, pressing their bodies together. Jeans-encased hardness slapped against its mate, eliciting groans from both men. Spike shrugged out of his duster, leather slithering to the floor. Xander's head banged against the glass as Spike ravaged his mouth with a brutal claiming kiss.
Ok, maybe he was going to let Spike do him in the dressing room at J. C. Penney's. His body certainly thought it was a good idea. Xander's mind wasn't far behind. How could he not want a growling, yellow-eyed Spike pawing at him, grinding that cold hardness into his hip? Oh, that was so good, the way Spike's tongue so expertly fucked his mouth, slid and caught and teased his lips.
Spike tugged at the fastening of Xander's jeans, yanking and cursing until they were undone and that lovely, blood-hot cock was in his hand. Much to his surprise, Xander didn't complain. No, he thrust himself into Spike's cool hand and let those devilish eyes rest on Spike's face. "Fuck me," Xander hissed, pushing himself deeper into Spike's grasp. "Deep and hard. Come on, Spike, you know you wanna."
Spike froze. Xander wanted... Right. Xander wanted to be fucked. By Spike. In the dressing room. The blonde released Xander for a moment, long enough to retrieve a tube of lubricant from his duster. Then he was back in Xander's face, nipping and licking as he pulled Xander's jeans down around his ankles. "Gonna fuck you hard, Xan," Spike hissed, dragging his tongue down Xander's throat. "Til you scream for me to let you come." Xander shivered and let his eyes drift closed.
Spike pulled Xander off the mirror and turned him to the centre of the small cubicle. The vampire bent the boy over until his hands were on the ground, legs spread as far as they'd go whilst hobbled by the tight jeans. Xander moaned brokenly as cold, slick fingers penetrated him, carefully stretching him open. Damn it, Spike was purposely avoiding his prostate. Soon, too soon, Spike was pushing the blunt head of his cock inside that tight hole, filling Xander impossibly full.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck me, Spike," Xander whispered, pushing himself back onto the vampire's erection. "Do it, fuck me, right here where everyone can hear me scream."
Spike shuddered and glanced at the door, bucking his hips to hit Xander's prostate. The boy yelped appreciatively. Yeah, if Xander made any more noise than a whisper, the entire store would come running, would...
"...And they'll see you with your cock shoved up my ass," Xander groaned, shaking. "They'll see me come, shoot all over the floor from having you inside me, splitting me open..."
Spike growled and thrust harder, setting a brutal pace. "Gonna core you 'til you scream," The vampire promised in a low voice. "Ride you 'til the only thing you can feel is my cock, the only thing you want is release. 'Til you don't care if the Slayer herself walks through that door and sees you like this, begging for me, bent over and taking it up the arse from the Big Bad." Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust, every one going deeper than the previous one. Both Xander and Spike were panting, straining for release.
"Harder," Xander begged. "Make me come, Spike. I wanna feel you inside me, filling me," He whispered, clamping down on the vampire's erection.
Spike's eyes crossed as Xander began milking his cock. Between the words they were saying and the consummate heat of the boy's sweet arse, he was so close, so damned close... "Gonna fill your arse with it, just like your mouth when you suck me off. An' you like that, don't you, boy? No, you love it, wrapping those red lips around my cock and sucking me, swallowing me down. You can't get enough, cramming yourself full of my dick, hmm?"
The very image he'd created of Xander, on his knees, mouth overflowing with Spike's cock, sent the vampire over the edge. He bit his own lip to keep from howling as he shoved himself deep inside the boy's tight arse and climaxed, shuddering as he shot his seed into that lovely heat. Xander rippled his internal muscles around Spike until the vampire finished with one last tremor.
Spike shook himself and carefully pulled out of the boy. Xander struggled to stand, so Spike helped him up, once again leaning him against the mirror. The boy jumped as cold glass met his overheated ass, come dripping down the glossy surface. The young man was achingly hard, precome dribbling constantly from his swollen cock. A quick glance at the floor told Spike that the boy had been this way for some time; the wet spot there was really quite impressive. "Hmm... probably ought to take care of that, shouldn't I..."
Xander whined hopefully at Spike. He wanted to come so badly, wanted to... Well, if Spike wanted to suck him off, that was fine by Xander.
Spike fell to his knees and swallowed Xander whole, relishing the flavor of the boy's juices as they slid across his tongue. His boy was so hot, so *sweet*, moaning and thrusting as Spike took him in. Yeah, that got the boy good, strong, cold throat squeezing him tight.
"Suck me, Spike," Xander said throatily. "Swallow me like you know you want to. Yeah, you love it, sucking me off. Love cock, don't ya? I bet you like this even better than fucking me. Drinking me down must really do it for you, Spike," Xander hissed, thrusting hard into that sinful mouth.
Spike groaned around Xander's shaft. Yeah, he did love this, holding Xander inside his mouth, having this ultimate control over the boy's vulnerability and pleasure. Didn’t Xander see it? Couldn't the boy see, didn't he know, how powerful it was? How heady a feeling it was to have someone's cock resting between your fangs, knowing that if... if there was no chip, he could emasculate the boy--although he'd never even consider it? That he held Xander's pleasure, or torment, on his very own damned tongue?
"Gods, you're so hot, Spike," Xander choked out. "Somebody must've spent years teaching you how to give head, 'cause you're better at it than any girl. 'Course, you've got a cock, a sweet cock, of your own. Gods, I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now," Xander moaned. "You're like candy, Spike. Sweet candy."
Spike swallowed hard around Xander, shaking with arousal. He was hard again, achingly so. He slid one hand around his erection, the other cupping his swollen testicles. Xander's honey voice continued to torment him, bringing him that much closer, even as the boy's balls began to tighten with anticipation.
"If only the gang could see you now," Xander hissed, looking down at Spike. The vampire was transfixed by chocolate eyes. "Mouth full of me, sucking away like a kid with a lollypop. Begging for my come, jerking yourself off. Oh, what a sight you are, Spike."
Spike screamed as he came, done in by Xander's unforgiving, cruel, seductive words. The harsh vibrations of his shout were enough to send Xander over the edge and he shot down Spike's throat, forcing himself into Spike's mouth to the root.
Xander managed to open his eyes and look back down at Spike in time to see the vampire come down from his high. One hand still absently stroked a now-softened cock as Spike idly lapped at Xander's groin, catching a few stray drops of come. The floor at Xander's feet was covered in milky strands of Spike's own release, slowly soaking in to join the other stains in the carpet. Xander reached down and drew Spike up, folding the blonde into his arms. When he slapped Spike's ass once, hard, the vampire didn't even twitch. "Twelve," He murmured. "Although you *did* come twice..."
"Makes up for eleven," Spike said hopefully, not wanting to give up even one of his 'spankings' to a technicality. His body was still humming, almost quivering, with pleasure.
Xander sighed dramatically. "Alright, we won't count it as thirteen too," He agreed. The boy toed off the boots and jeans he was sort of wearing before reaching for his own. "I think we're done shopping," He said as he picked what they'd decided to get.
"Right," Spike agreed dazedly. He followed Xander out of the dressing room, smirking at the slack-jawed attendant.
"Hey, Spike?" Xander asked as they walked away.
"Yeah?" Spike replied.
"Did you want anything? We've got time if you'd like to try anything on," Xander said over his shoulder. The attendant choked and stumbled against a nearby pillar.
Spike grinned. "Hmm... I could use a new pair of jeans..."
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