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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.
Happy Birthday, Anna Nicole Smith.
"Rocky," Xander said as he and Spike went down the sidewalk after patrol.
The vampire winced. "Never. Full Metal Jacket." There was no way he was going to let something as awful as Rocky cut into his shag time, and he knew that he'd never enjoy any fucking they did whilst watching the boxing movie.
Xander grinned and sidled up next to the blonde. "Showgirls?"
Spike growled, but his biting reply was cut off when Xander palmed him lightly. When he did find his voice again, his response was negative but not blistering. "Er, please no?"
Xander continued to fondle the vampire's now-hard cock. "Fine. Evil Dead?"
Spike considered. Xander pressed harder. Spike swallowed audibly. "Sounds good," He yelped, pushing himself into Xander's hand.
"Great!" Xander exclaimed, pulling away. "We'll stop by the video store on the way home."
Spike growled. Xander laughed.
Something else growled. Xander stopped laughing. "Spike?"
"Wasn't me, luv," Spike admitted. As one, they turned around.
"I thought Buffy slayed the hellhounds," Xander murmured, backing away slowly.
"She did," Spike confirmed. "These are different hellhounds." He moved with Xander, trying to plot out a retreat. Unfortunately the impromptu handjob Xander had been giving him was interfering with a few of Spike's higher level brain functions. Part of his mind wanted to get the hell out of dodge, while his cock wanted to play.
"Can we run now?" Xander asked. Spike nodded.
"Sure, this way," The vampire said, grabbing Xander's hand and dragging the boy out of the snapping jaws of a drooling hound. There were even more this time than in the first pack, at least seventy of the beasts in all, each of them after blood.
Xander felt like he'd just gotten done with running the high hurdles only to be told he had to do the steeplechase too. Spike kept hold of his hand as they darted between cars and through alleyways. The vampire slowed down just enough to keep Xander upright, although the boy was sure that at least once he'd actually flown through the air. They turned a sharp corner and darted into an abandoned factory, Spike slamming into a wall as the door clattered shut behind them. Xander fell hard against him, catching Spike's jeans with his free hand to keep from falling.
"Who did we offend?" Xander breathlessly asked Spike. "I mean, *two* hellhound packs in one day?"
Spike's eyes glimmered in the dim, indirect light. Xander was plastered to him, heat seeping through their clothes. "Dunno," Spike murmured, tracking each movement of Xander's tongue as the boy licked his lips. This really wasn't the time, but...
Xander cocked his head to one side, wondering what was up with Spike. The vampire bucked slightly against him. Oh. *That* was what was up. Well. Xander snaked a hand in between them, once again cupping Spike. "Don't you dare tell me hellhounds make you horny."
"Fuck, yeah," Spike hissed as Xander milked his cock. "What? Hellhounds?"
"Hey, you're the one running around with a hard-on," Xander pointed out, although the boy himself was half-hard. Hells, who wouldn't be when Spike was right there, writhing and panting?
Spike didn't care what Xander was saying; the boy could be reciting the Gettysburg Address for all he cared. So long as his boy kept doing that with his hand, Spike would...
"Uh, Spike? Unless you're practicing your ventriloquism, we've got company," Xander whispered. He regretfully pulled away from the vampire.
Spike glared over Xander's shoulder, seeing part of the hellhound pack crossing the room. "Come on," He hissed, once again taking Xander by the hand. They clambered back down the outside stairs and hit the streets, crossing over to the hospital parking lot. The hounds regrouped and ran over cars and bushes, howling and braying at the moon. Spike picked up Xander as he flipped up a manhole cover and dove into the sewers. As soon as they landed, the vampire slid the cover back into place. "It'll take them a bit to figure out how to get down here, Spike said, jogging down sewer.
Xander followed behind. After a couple of turns, Spike paused. "Why stop here?" Xander asked the vampire.
Spike reached out and pulled Xander to him. A strong, cold tongue plunged into Xander's mouth as Spike kissed him fiercely. Xander unfastened Spike's jeans and took the vampire's cock in hand, stroking him roughly. Spike howled into Xander's mouth and bucked into that cruel grip.
"Fuck!" Xander cursed, continuing to jerk off Spike. The growling was back. The clatter of claws on stone confirmed it--the hounds had found them. Spike's demonic visage rippled and came forward. He picked Xander up and began running down the sewers again. Xander looked over Spike's shoulder, seeing the hounds. Still he stroked Spike, pinching and twisting. He brought his legs high up around Spike's waist and held on as they swerved and ducked here and there.
Spike hoped he knew where they were going. His eyes were still functioning enough to keep them from running into anything, but the rest of his body wasn't in such good shape. Adrenalin from the chase and oceans of pheromones swarmed his system. He was so high he was about to pass out from it. Fear, excitement, and sex, all at once. Each hard landing as he jumped from one level to another dug Xander's fingernails into his cock. it was glorious, perfect, and in about ten seconds, he was going to come, harder than he had in ages.
Xander squeaked as a hellhound nipped at Spike's heels. The situation was quickly moving from surreal to Nightmare on Elm St. freaky. He pulled hard on Spike's cock once, twice more, feeling Spike shudder roughly. Then his hand was full of cold, thick semen and Spike was regaining his stride. "Eighteen!" Xander screamed as he hit Spike hard on the back.
Just as the lead hound was going to snap his jaws around Spike's ankle, the vampire pulled them up a sewer access ladder, shoving Xander into a brightly lit building, pulling himself up right after. The heavy metal door slammed down on a furious, frustrated hellhound. Spike sat down heavily on the door and glanced over at Xander, who just blinked in the bright light.
"So..." Spike began slowly.
"Uh huh," Xander grunted.
"Ah..."
"Sh," Xander hissed.
"What?" Spike asked, looking around.
"Did you hear that?"
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