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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, Frank Zappa.
"London is really big," Xander moaned as Spike opened their hotel room door. "Why did I say that we could walk back from the restaurant?"
"Because it's only ten blocks," Spike replied, easily carrying Xander inside the room and depositing him on the bed. Their room was strewn with clothes, toiletries, and luggage. They'd pretty well torn their belongings apart that evening, looking for Xander's camera. They'd finally found it, though, and now Xander had four rolls of film, taken throughout London. Spike had a pocket full of Polaroid pictures of Xander, which he'd taken with the instant camera he'd snagged in the New York airport.
"Doesn't matter," Xander said happily, falling onto his back. "We don't have to go anywhere tomorrow, do we?"
Spike fell onto the bed next to him, grinning. "Nope." Staying in the hotel room for a day or two to relax sounded like a great idea to the vampire, who was just getting used to not feeling nervous about whether or not they'd run into one of Xander's old friends.
Xander rolled onto his side, watching Spike watch him. Touring London with Spike had been quite the history lesson. Xander was pretty sure he was the only person in London who had been given a tour of the best places to find drunken prostitutes that didn't mind sharing a pint or two of A negative on a cold night. Then again, he was also the only person in London who fully intended to let Spike break them into the Natural History Museum so that they could go on tour together, after hours.
"What?" Spike asked, wondering what had Xander's forehead wrinkling. The boy was thinking, and that meant he was worrying, which meant that something was wrong.
"Nothing," Xander murmured, reaching up to trace Spike's eyebrows. The blonde pushed into the caress, rubbing Xander's fingers against his skin. The young man smoothed the dark hairs down, lingering over the scar that marred the otherwise flawless skin. "Just thinking." Xander watched those blue eyes tighten, focusing intently on his face.
"About what?" Spike asked, still keeping close watch on Xander's facial expressions. The boy still looked worried, although he didn't smell of fear or anxiety.
"Things," Xander said absently. He wondered if Spike could see what he was thinking, if those bluest eyes could peer into his brain and see that Xander's mind was full of nothing but Spike.
"What things?" Spike pressed, still pushing against Xander's hand. He wanted to know what was in his boy's head, what had Xander thinking so hard.
Xander leaned over, pulling himself on top of Spike. The vampire let him, adjusting his legs to accept Xander's between them. "Soft things," He murmured, dragging his lips across Spike's. "And hard things," Xander continued, rolling his hips against Spike's. "Just things. And things."
Spike's smile was lazy and hot. "That all you're thinking about?" He asked, tightening his thighs around Xander's. The vampire wasn't sure if that was what Xander was really thinking about or not, but the boy's arousal was honest and he had no qualms about playing along.
Xander shook his head and reached for Spike's shirt. He managed to get Spike naked even as the vampire did the same for him, clothes lying discarded around them on the bed. Spike drew Xander down for a kiss, one that started out slow and wet but soon morphed into sharp teeth and greedy tongues, all fighting for dominance alongside moans and whimpers.
When the kiss finally ended, Spike lay back, licking bruised lips and taking in Xander's wide-eyed, gasping dishevelment. Warm hands tested his skin, fingertips dragging sensuously along his neck.
Xander focused on the ivory body beneath his. Spike was still as a stone, chest unmoving. To most observers it would be impossible to discern whether Spike was aroused, sleepy, or simply bored. Xander knew differently, though. All the signs were there, and he knew just where to look.
The obvious sign was pressed against Xander's thigh. Spike was hard, precome moistening Xander's skin. Just above that hard flesh were the tensed muscles of the vampire's abdomen; Spike was poised, waiting for Xander to move. Pale nipples tightened, making Xander's mouth water.
But what really told Xander what was going on with Spike lay in those crystalline eyes. The blonde's eyes were dilated, almost painfully blue, wide and unblinking.
Spike sighed happily as Xander leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to his neck and jaw. Those warm lips drifted upwards, kissing along his cheek and forehead. He briefly closed his eyes as Xander kissed his eyelids, but immediately opened them to watch his boy.
Xander saw Spike's eyes again, taking in how dark they'd gotten. Once again he kissed them closed; but as always, as soon as he finished Spike opened them again. Soon it became a competition, Xander trying to keep closed what fought to remain open.
Spike heard Xander growl just before the boy sat up. He watched curiously as Xander searched through their clothes, pulling out the silk knit shirt that Spike had worn earlier. The vampire barely had time to close his eyes before Xander slapped the soft fabric over his upper face, covering his eyes tightly. Xander wrapped the rest of the shirt securely under Spike's head, making sure the vampire was completely blindfolded.
"Since you can't seem to keep them closed," Xander murmured, pressing his lips to Spike's sealed eyes.
"Xander," Spike purred, undulating against the boy. Xander's mouth trailed down to his collarbone, teeth scraping softly against the skin there. Spike arched into the touch, wanting more of that sharp-edged pleasure. His hands came up to hold Xander to him, to keep track of where the boy was now that he couldn't watch him.
Xander caught those hands in his, pressing them back onto the bed. He moved ever lower, briefly laving at Spike's pale nipples before nuzzling the blonde's navel.
Spike was floating in a sea of Xander. The boy's scent surrounded him and his skin and mouth were all the vampire could feel. The gentle pressure that Xander exerted to control him was supremely arousing to Spike; knowing that while he could easily break free, Xander trusted him not to. It was like being held down by a warm summer's breeze, all welcoming heat and no fear or pain.
Xander didn't even pause as he took Spike's erection into his mouth, consuming the blonde in a slurry of wet warmth and slippery lips. The young man pressed his tongue to the tip of Spike's cock, sliding farther down until he could swallow around the vampire, throat muscles contracting around that hard flesh. A low moan answered his ministrations, followed by the slightest thrust of ivory hips.
"Xander," Spike whispered, head tilting back as pleasure wracked his body. He was open, helpless in the hands of this boy, unable to stop the avalanche of sensation that washed over him. Xander's mouth was everywhere; he felt each touch, each teasing swipe of that hot tongue, everywhere on his body. The vampire gasped, crying out softly as his body rose to meet Xander's, every muscle tensing as he was struck by a lightning bolt of ecstasy.
Xander kept a firm hold on Spike as the blonde shuddered and spilled into his mouth. When the vampire finally stilled, the young man crept back up the bed, pressing his warm body against Spike's far cooler one. "Forty-one," He whispered, tucking his head into the blonde's shoulder.
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