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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, Gwen.
It was well after midnight before Spike finished the translation to Giles' satisfaction. "You may go now, Spike," Giles muttered, waving off the vampire. Spike glared at the man briefly before storming out of the shop. Damned bugger hadn't even paid him. The blonde was in a very bad mood; he'd been working so long that Xander had made his apologies and left for the night. Now Spike was walking back to the boy's apartment, alone. When he got there, Xander would be asleep, since he had to work the next morning. That meant no late night shagging.
"Hey there, stranger. Wanna lift?"
Spike turned to stare at the car that had pulled up next to him. Xander was grinning like a loon, leaning out the driver's side window. "Happens that I do," Spike said silkily, jutting out one hip. Xander laughed and Spike walked around the car to get in.
"Where can I take ya?" Xander asked as he drove away.
Spike smirked. "Wherever you want."
That was exactly what Xander wanted to hear. He pulled the car into the next darkened parking lot he could find and cut the engine. Spike started to ask him what he thought he was doing, but ended up with a mouthful of Xander instead. The boy pulled Spike's head closer, fucking his mouth with a hot, wet tongue. Spike groaned and joined in, devouring Xander in kind.
All too soon, Xander pulled away. "Drop your jeans, Spike," He ordered harshly. Spike raised one scarred eyebrow. So *that's* what Xander wanted to do. In his car. Never let it be said the boy lacked imagination. When Spike paused too long, Xander growled and reached for the vampire's clothes himself. Spike was jerked into action, sliding his jeans down around mid-thigh. It was awkward, yes, but he didn't have a chance to do anything else. Xander grabbed him hard and dragged the blonde into his lap, splaying Spike's legs over his shoulders. The vampire sat down hard on Xander's lap, immediately feeling why the boy was in such a hurry. He was incredibly hard. Spike thought back to the night's earlier events. Xander had probably been in this state for hours.
Xander opened the lube he'd brought with him and wormed one slick hand underneath Spike's ass. The vampire braced his hands on the door and the emergency brake, lifting up to give Xander room. The blonde was damned tight, like always, clinging to Xander's finger, refusing to let him go. Spike growled when Xander withdrew, only to whimper when he returned with two fingers. The young man leaned forward enough to catch Spike's lips again and the vampire immediately responded, kissing Xander with almost desperate passion. His frustrations at being treated like a servant melted away under the boy's expert ministrations, leaving a lovely, boneless pleasure in its place.
Finally, though, Xander couldn't wait any longer. He'd wanted this for hours, denied by his friends' demands on Spike's time. "Ready?" Xander hissed, watching Spike try not to lie back on the steering wheel and hit the horn.
"Yeah," Spike grated out, pushing himself farther up. Xander positioned himself and drew Spike down, pushing slowly inside the blonde's incredibly tight hole. Spike moaned as he was filled, stretched and heated by Xander's cock. Once he was fully seated on Xander they both paused, relishing the tight interlocking of their bodies. The liquid push of pleasure in Spike's body was a heady counterpoint to the tension in his muscles caused by his precarious position. Xander reached behind the blonde, holding him up slightly. The boy then thrust upwards, using his legs on the floorboard as leverage.
Spike tightened his legs against the seat back and pushed down, meeting Xander's first thrust with one of his own. The vampire wriggled forward a bit, adjusting the angle of his and Xander's thrusts until the young man was striking a spot deep inside him that sent lightning flashing behind his eyelids. The car filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, accented by Xander's breathy grunts and Spike's hisses and growls.
Xander released Spike's back with one hand to reach between them. He fisted Spike roughly, watching as the vampire slid into gameface and growled, thrusting up into Xander' hand. The blonde tightened, quivering, as Xander thrust into him, hard and fast. Spike stilled momentarily, and then pushed down hard, coming all over Xander's hand and his own shirt. Xander thrust a few more times before letting go and climaxing himself, spilling inside Spike's cold body.
Spike eased back, resting his weight on the edge of the steering wheel. "Inspired, pet," He said slowly, trying to catch an unneeded breath. "Didn't think you had it in you."
Xander rolled his hips teasingly. "I don't. You do," He replied. The brunette dropped his hand from Spike's back to his ass and gave the vampire a swift, firm pop. "Two."
Spike's eyes flew open. "How did you know?" He didn't remember telling the boy that this was his birthday, and he was sure it wasn't in the Watchers' books.
Xander grinned. "Remember the soccer playoffs?" Spike nodded. "You were begging for the remote, said I could have anything."
"I told you then?" Spike said, surprised. He didn't recall admitting any such thing to Xander. Nevertheless, the brunette nodded.
"Yup, gave me just enough time to plan. Then *Giles* had to pull a snarky British Watcher thing and make you stay out all night," Xander groused.
Spike smiled. "Yeah, but this was good," He assured Xander. "Haven't done it in a car in ages."
"Kinda tight fit in here," Xander admitted. "The De Soto would be more comfortable."
"True," Spike agreed. Then something occurred to him. "Do you have any idea how old I am?" It was one thing to celebrate the young man's twenty-second birthday in such a debauched manner. But Spike was... well, he was somewhere around one hundred forty-five this year.
"Yeap, I do," Xander said brightly. "Got my work cut out for me."
"Speaking of work," Spike said, trying not to think about the one hundred forty-three sex acts coming his way in the near future, "You've got that tomorrow. Need to go home, get some sleep."
Xander nodded and helped Spike over into the passenger seat. Spike was very conscientious about Xander's work schedule and tried to make sure the boy got enough sleep and ate well. It was fun for Xander to watch the blonde try to hide his concern behind snide comments and insults, as though Spike was embarrassed to care. The young man wiped his hand on the vampire's already filthy shirt and started the car. "I guess that means three has to wait until tomorrow night," He said mournfully, steering the car back out onto the street.
"I didn't say that," Spike replied quickly. "No, I never did."
"I thought not."
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