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href="non90.html">90Sajinn
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 Rubywisp, who definitely needs a pick-me-up. Now, if only someone would write *me* one...
"Why is *he* here?" Buffy growled, glaring at Spike.
Xander glanced at Spike, who was feigning an air of bored nonchalance. Xander knew the attitude was faked because in the vampire's right hand was a cigarette, twirling rapidly between slender fingers. That meant Spike was tense. "He said he wanted to patrol with me tonight," Xander said quietly, doing his best to sound reluctant. He and Spike were tired of always being apart in the evenings when Xander went off to be a Scooby and Spike... did whatever it was he did by himself. This was their testing-of-the-waters. Could the other Scoobies accept Spike as a regular patroller? Oh, they didn't mind him too much for the occasional spot of information and assistance, but he'd made a point of never being around often. If no one made much of a fuss about his presence, though, that would change.
Willow quirked an eyebrow and studied Xander. Her best friend was not known for his affection for Spike... quite the opposite. Then again, Xander didn't look exactly pleased.
"Ah. So, now you and Spike are buddies?" Buffy asked, taking Xander's challenge.
"Er, no..." Xander murmured. "But I have a tendency to get beaten up, and he likes to beat things up, and he said he wanted to beat things up tonight and I made him promise to beat up anything that wanted to beat me up and told him that if he didn't beat up everything that wanted to beat me up I'd stake him." Actually, Xander had told Spike that if anything gave him so much as a scratch because Spike was distracting him, he'd withhold nookie until he healed. The threat was effective; Spike swore he'd annihilate everything they found. Xander would've been more moved if he hadn't known that Spike would've done that anyway.
"Ah," Giles said.
"Spike?" Buffy echoed. "Why?"
"I'm bored," Spike muttered. "Wanna kill something."
Giles sighed. As long as whatever Spike killed was something worth killing... "Very well. Buffy? Why don't you take the campus? Xander and Spike can patrol downtown." The Slayer pondered arguing a bit with Spike and Xander but figured it just wasn't worth it.
"Sure, come on, Willow," Buffy sighed. Giles returned to his inventory and left the youths to their activities. A quiet evening in the now-closed shop would be most welcome.
Xander and Spike wandered through the streets, looking for anything to kill. Actually, Xander was looking for bad guys--vampires other than Spike--and Spike was trying not to touch Xander whilst also looking for something to eviscerate. A group of guys hanging around a busted streetlight caught the brunette's attention. "Are those--" Xander started, whispering.
"Fledges," Spike muttered, lighting a cigarette. "Come on." The blonde strode up to the group of youngish men hanging out on a street corner. Xander followed behind, pulling out a stake. By the time he caught up with Spike, the vampire had engaged three of the vampires and was gleefully ripping off whatever he could reach. Xander simply ducked a flurry of fists and tried to keep grimy fangs out of his neck. He was no slouch at staking and did his fair share, although Spike certainly made the process look more...exciting. When Xander fought vampires it looked like he was scrabbling for his life, arms flailing in a discordant display of survival at its awkwardest. Spike, on the other hand, was grace and speed, the bastard love-child of a cobra and a panther. Strike, parry, strike, claws and fangs ripping to the bone.
Xander dusted two fledges and slid down onto the sidewalk. Spike had finished off two others and was toying with the third. "Just dust him, Spike," Xander panted. "I'm bored."
Spike growled and got serious. A bored Xander meant an unhappy Xander, and an unhappy Xander meant a horny but not-laid Spike. Within seconds the fledge was a dusty smear on the pavement and Spike was reaching for Xander's hand. "Better, luv?" Spike asked as Xander joined him.
"Yup," Xander chirped. "Head back?" Spike nodded, frowning as Xander slid his hand out of Spike's and started down the street. The vampire didn't like that he couldn't show affection for Xander in public. What made the vampire even more upset was that he couldn't tell if it was that Xander didn't want his friends to find out or if it was more than that--that Xander was truly afraid of *anyone* finding out about them.
Spike was by nature an affectionate creature. He didn't think twice about lavishing attention on his lovers. Dru had reveled in those touches, the careless kisses and constant contact. It was uncommon for Spike to spend any length of time separate from his lovers; he craved the physical connection with a familiar, welcoming body. Every caress let Spike tell his lovers how much he cared, that he was constantly thinking of them...
"Hey, Blondie," Xander muttered, snapping Spike out of his reverie. "We're back." Spike looked around. Indeed, they were back at the Magic Box. Xander walked into the shop, leaving the vampire to smoke a cigarette while the boy gave Giles their report.
"Xander," Giles murmured as the boy walked in. "How went patrol?"
"Five fledges near that stationary store you like," Xander reported. "Have Buffy and Willow gotten back?"
"They called," Giles replied. "Nothing much to report."
Xander nodded. "We'll just be going home then," He told Giles. "You?"
The older man looked up. "Ah, yes. I too am on my way home." He put a few last things away and followed Xander out of the shop. "Spike. You're still here."
Spike ignored the older man, taking a drag off his cigarette as he leaned against a nearby lamppost. "Go home, Spike," Xander murmured.
"Perhaps he wishes to spend some time with his...partner," Giles commented as he got into his car. Xander watched him drive off, pretending to be moving towards his own car until the man was out of sight. He then returned to Spike's side.
"You're never going to live down the lamppost," Xander told Spike as the blonde reached for him.
Spike pulled Xander hard against him and waited for the boy to relax. It took Xander a bit, but he did. "Just a bloody lamppost," Spike whispered into the boy's neck. Warm breath drifted across his forehead, faint pulse of blood hypnotizing him.
"Yeah, but you were getting *real* cozy with the thing," Xander commented. "I got jealous."
Spike blinked. Jealous? Xander had gotten jealous? Oh, that was good. Very, very good. Jealousy meant Xander cared. "He meant nothing to me. Nothing at all."
Xander chuckled, the sound vibrating nicely against Spike's chest. "Sure, you say that now. How sleazy. I mean, we're right here in front of the poor thing. You're probably ruining his self-esteem."
Naughty, cold hands crept around Xander's sides until they came to rest on the young man's half-hard cock. "He's young, he'll get over it." Xander moaned as Spike massaged him to full hardness. "Wanna give him a consolation prize?"
"Con..con.. huh?" Xander stuttered, eyes crossing. Oh, he was not getting into *this* again. Public sex? What was it with Spike and being outside? Was there something wrong with the privacy of his own bedroom? Xander made a very conscious effort not to think about how much *he* got off on the public sex thing. No, that wouldn't do.
"Well, he could've had me, but you ruined that for him, didn't you?" Spike whispered as he unfastened Xander's trousers. "So how's about we give him a show, hm?"
"Show?" Xander murmured. "What's that?"
A tube of lubricant appeared in Xander's hand, placed there by Spike. "Do me," He ordered in a rough voice.
Xander blinked. "Do you?"
Spike swooped in to kiss Xander, ravishing that blood-hot mouth with practiced skill. Xander was soon a whimpering, writhing mess of 'do Spike, do Spike, do Spike'. When the vampire released him, Xander was more than ready. Scarred workman's hands pulled and tugged and ripped at faded black jeans as the two men worked to get Spike a little more naked. Xander pushed Spike around, shoving the blonde's duster up over slim hips. Denim was forced down to Spike's knees as Xander kicked those strong legs as far apart as they'd go.
Spike braced himself on the lamppost and bit back a moan as a hot, slick finger slid inside him. It was quickly joined by another. Then something far hotter, and larger, was pushing inside him.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Xander said out loud as he sank into Spike's cool, tight body. "We're gonna get arrested, Spike. The cops are going to drive by on the only after-dark patrol they do in six months and arrest us. And do you have *any* idea what happens to guys like us in jail?" Slow and easy wasn't doing it for Xander, so he simply shoved himself in, grabbing Spike's hips hard. The vampire whimpered and rested his head against the lamppost, pushing back on that glorious cock. He was split open, impaled, and it was perfect.
The slick, wet slap of skin on skin sounded truly obscene to Xander as he pulled almost all the way out of Spike and pushed in again. The soft leather of Spike's duster slid down to press against Xander's groin, adding a new and very welcome texture to their fucking. Maybe he'd have Spike leave the coat on again sometime. It felt...wow, it felt great on the ultrasensitive skin of his abdomen, sort of brushing and tickling.
"Harder," Spike whimpered, working himself on Xander's cock. "Please, Xander..."
"You want it hard?" Xander hissed, bucking deep into Spike's body. "Fine." He pulled back and thrust again, then again. Soon the lamppost was shaking, its mercury vapor lamp swaying madly as Xander rode Spike hard. The vampire shifted into gameface, panting, as he milked Xander's hardness with his body. Oh, how he'd missed this, the untethered debauchery and lust. How long had it been? Spike couldn't remember a time in recent history when he'd had a lover so thoughtful, so caring. When had Dru or Harmony ever let go of their own preferences to satisfy his? Of course, it wasn't so much of a hardship for Xander to indulge Spike's exhibitionism; the boy had more than a touch of it himself. But still...
"Gonna come, Spike," Xander growled, striking Spike's prostate again and again with the head of his cock. He reached around to grasp the blonde's straining erection, fisting his lover roughly. Spike bucked into his hand, crying out as Xander's fingernails scraped his sensitive flesh. He was *this* close to coming, to shooting deep inside Spike, in the middle of downtown Sunnydale. Xander could feel it building, oh this one was going to be big, huge, at least as powerful as getting fucked in the department store.
"Close, so close..." Spike groaned, clamping down on Xander, pushing into that cruel hand. Twin screams of ecstasy echoed off empty buildings and down abandoned alleyways as the lovers climaxed. Spike's scream faded into a low moan as Xander's scalding seed flooded him, just as his cold fluids spilled out over the lamppost. A heavy, warm body fell against his back as Xander collapsed in his beloved post-orgasmic haze.
"Wow," Xander murmured, trying to push himself up. "You ok?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah." The vampire swallowed as he stood up. Xander pulled Spike's jeans up, meeting the vampire's hands halfway. A teasing, warm hand slid underneath denim.
"Thirteen." Spike grinned madly.
They looked down at the lamppost together. Thick, creamy semen coated the black enamel.
"So..." Xander began, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Hmm?" Spike hummed.
"Was it good for him?" Xander inquired.
Spike glanced up at the now-flickering bulb. The poor thing was just about to go dark. "I bloody hell hope so, Xan. We knocked its lights out."
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