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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, Chuck Mangione.
Xander flopped down into a comfy seat in the centre of the back row, Spike following right behind. The poor vampire was juggling two huge containers of popcorn and equally large vats of coke. Xander grabbed the popcorn and set it aside before Spike got fed up and dumped it on him. "Which one is this?" Spike inquired as he settled in to his own chair.
"Er, fish-out-of-water cop gets stuck with a big-mouthed, blundering partner and they still manage to save the girl," Xander replied.
Spike snickered. "That certainly narrows things down." The lights dimmed as previews began to flicker across the screen. Spike glanced over in time to see Xander toss a piece of popcorn up in the air and catch it with his mouth. The vampire narrowed his eyes and tossed a piece of the snack at Xander. The boy ducked a bit and caught it neatly.
When Xander reciprocated, Spike caught the popcorn cleanly, smiling as he swallowed it. Xander grinned and tossed another piece. And then another. Spike caught each one, eyes flashing. "Enough," He growled, throwing a handful of buttery goodness at the boy. Xander laughed and slumped back in his seat.
"Wanna see that movie next?" Xander inquired, nodding at the screen.
Spike's eyes widened. "Fuck no, he's worse than Adam Sandler."
"Rob Schneider is not that bad," Xander countered. Spike would've replied, but the movie began. For all his earlier hyperactivity, the vampire quickly stilled. He loved watching movies; people larger than life, action and violence in extra large servings.
Xander watched in amusement as Spike raptly followed the action onscreen. He'd wager that the vampire wouldn't turn his head if their buddies the hellhounds came rushing through the theater. Thinking of the hellhounds made Xander scowl. They'd found out that afternoon that he and Spike had been accidentally 'contaminated' with some herb that hellhounds absolutely adored--by Willow, no less. The hellhounds had convinced Xander that he was a cat person, though. No matter how cute and fluffy, Xander never wanted to see another dog again for the rest of his life.
A few minutes later Xander found his attention back on Spike again. His fingers twitched nervously. He wanted to touch Spike again. Holding the vampire in his hands was quite possibly the most thrilling thing in his life, and he wanted more. But Spike was engrossed in the movie, completely oblivious to Xander...
The barest touch of a warm hand was the only warning Spike got before the car chase scene he was watching took on a whole new dimension. He tore his eyes away from the screen in time to see Xander crouch down between his knees and reach for the vampire's jeans. Stunning heat engulfed him as Xander took his cock into that damnable mouth. A screeching noise on the screen drew Spike's eyes back up. Then Xander swallowed and he looked back down. Spike might have been enjoying the movie, but Xander won out over Jackie Chan every time.
"Harder," Spike whispered, wrapping his fingers around the armrests. Pale fingers dug in, ripping upholstery as Xander obeyed, sucking harder, taking him deeper. Spike's head rolled back to rest on the wall. He caught the stares of a few other moviegoers, but they soon turned back to the screen. Having a punkish looking guy growl at you, eyes flashing yellow, tended to redirect one's attention.
Xander gripped Spike's thighs and redoubled his efforts. Gods, Spike was so... Xander couldn't believe how much he loved doing this, reducing a terrifying, homicidal demon to a puddle of moans and pleading whispers. He was sending Spike into whatever happy place the blonde went when he started hissing and babbling, all in a voice so gentle and soft that Xander couldn't make out what he was saying.
Gunshots clattered through the theatre and Spike growled, thrusting up into Xander's mouth as the boy dug his fingers into the vampire's testicles. Xander swallowed hard and hummed, eyes smiling as Spike lost control and came, filling his throat with cold semen.
Spike let his eyes roll back as he emptied himself into Xander's mouth. Gods, his boy was going to be the final death of him. Was this the same beautiful, blushing lad that he'd scandalized in a dark alleyway? It boggled Spike's mind. The boy who held his cock in his mouth had no shame, no fear. It was exhilarating.
"Twenty-three," Xander whispered as he sat back in his chair. "What did I miss?"
"Kiss kiss, bang bang," Spike murmured absently.
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