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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, Shellie!
"And just how do you plan to get us out of here?" Xander asked Spike. "If you haven't noticed, we're kinda *locked in*."
Spike grinned. "Just like this, Xander," The vampire murmured. Xander watched, mouth agape, as Spike grasped the door to their cell and pulled. It came open with a snap, metal bits from the lock tinkling to the floor.
"You... broke it," Xander said, staring at the door.
Spike shrugged. "It wasn’t designed for vampires, now was it?" He reached for Xander and dragged him out of the cell. A quick glance told the blonde that they were free and clear to leave, so he took the brunette around the corner and towards the back stairwell he'd seen earlier.
Xander landed against the concrete wall of the stairwell with a soft whoosh. "Ouch," He whispered, rubbing his back. "Humanish thing here, Spike. Might not be getting any older, but stuff like that hurts, damn it."
Spike looked down at Xander from his perch on the stairs. "Sorry, mate." He rubbed his face. "The way I see it, we have maybe three minutes to get out of here, half an hour to get to the hotel, and then an hour tops to leave the city. You got a preference as to where we go?"
Xander thought for a moment. "Can we take one of those really long train rides? The ones that take forever?"
Spike jumped up and took hold of Xander's hand. "Why don't we hop over to Paris and take the Orient Express?" The look on Xander's face--sheer wonder--was answer enough for Spike. He nodded once, then started to move. They had to get out of the police station before they got caught again.
Xander followed Spike as the vampire led them up the stairs and through a series of offices. When they saw a pair of policemen walking nearby, they ducked into a darkened room. "Er, Spike?" Xander whispered. "Where are we?"
Spike sat down in an office chair he saw across the room, pulling Xander into his lap. "Storage room. Be quiet." Xander stilled, lying quietly against Spike's steady chest as they listened to booted feet walk by. Cool fingers pressed into the boy's hips, grinding their hips together. When Xander would have asked Spike what the hell he thought he was doing, Spike took his lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Xander quickly forgot about the policemen outside their room, their recent jailbreak--about pretty much everything, really. Spike was taking up all of his attention. That sinfully lush mouth, devilish tongue. Xander was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't notice where Spike's hands were until his jeans were rucked down around his thighs.
Spike pushed a lube-slickened finger inside Xander, eagerly, swallowing his mate's cries. The vampire kept one ear trained on the door, making sure he knew where the policemen were. So far, no one had approached their haven. He knew there was a window located across the room, which would be their speedy exit. For now, though, no one was looking for them here. And that meant...
Xander tightened his hold on Spike's shoulders as the vampire lifted him up. The brunette moaned brokenly as Spike pushed inside him. He would never tire of this--of Spike owning him with his body. Xander knew objectively that it might be bad to like being taken control of, but he felt so loved, so... wanted, when Spike took him whenever and wherever he liked. He felt desirable, like he was something worth having. That was a sensation he'd rarely felt before the vampire had come into his life.
Spike let Xander's weight fully impale the boy on his cock, relishing the feel of that hot flesh consuming him. Xander tightened around him, milking his straining erection. Their tongues tangled desperately, hot and cold flesh intermingling. Spike thrust, meeting Xander's vicious downstroke.
Xander let his fingers dig in cruelly, tearing into the pale skin of Spike's shoulders. When the blonde's fingers closed around him, Xander cried into Spike's mouth, shuddering helplessly.
Spike swallowed Xander's ecstatic screams, catching the boy's hot release in his hands. The vampire followed his lover soon after, flooding the young man even as Xander captured his harsh groan.
"Wake up," Spike whispered into Xander's ear. "We need to get back to the hotel."
"Ok," Xander murmured. "You lead, ok?"
Spike waited for Xander to finish returning to consciousness.
"Oh god, where are we going to go now?" Xander said frantically. "We just got here!"
Spike grinned. "You like trains, right?"
Xander's smile was just as lascivious. "Oh yeah." He stood up, pulling his jeans up. "And that was forty-seven, Spike," He added as the vampire opened the window.
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