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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, H. R. Giger.
Xander glanced over his book, watching Spike. The vampire was also reading, obviously immersed in his own text. Blue eyes darted sporadically, each saccade sending glints of light through crystalline azure. Xander felt a short, sharp pang of guilt that he was about to interrupt Spike, but he was bored. Reading was something he really had to be in the mood to do, and he wasn't.
"Whatcha reading?"
Spike hummed briefly. "A book." The vampire could practically hear Xander's boredom thumping its way across the room.
"Oh," Xander murmured. He flopped onto one side, pushing against Spike's body. "Read to me?"
"You've got your own book," Spike said, gesturing towards the item that Xander had discarded.
"Fodor's Guide to Spain is not a book. It's torture," The young man retorted. "Yours looks like more fun."
Spike sighed. He really did want to read, but if he didn't do something, Xander would go insane from want of something to entertain him. This was the downside of train travel; eventually you ran out of things to do. "As you wish."
Xander settled in next to Spike, his head pillowed on one pale thigh. "I'm ready."
"Hmm," Spike murmured, flipping pages. "In the beginning was the land."
"You have got to be kidding me," Xander snorted. "It does not start out that way!"
Spike dropped one hand down to rest on Xander's head. "It does begin with that line. If you want me to read, be quiet."
"Ok," Xander promised, falling silent once again.
"Shortly thereafter was the father. The boy knew this with certainty. It was knowledge that was in his marrow. It predated memory and conscious thought as surely as hunger and thirst. He could not have explained it, but he knew it," Spike continued, his voice even and resonant.
"I can get behind that, yeah," Xander said, nodding slowly. Soft brown hair slid against Spike's leg, rustling quietly. "Instinct." Spike massaged the young man's head soothingly and spoke again.
"The father owned the land. He plowed it, harvested it, timbered it, and hunted over it. It was his. Before that it had been the land of his father and his father's father. Before that it had belonged to the Indians, who since Creation had held it by God's will in trust for the family, just waiting until it could be claimed by its rightful owners." Spike's words ended on a sigh; midway through the paragraph, Xander had begun to move, rubbing his head against the vampire's groin. The motion was that of a cat, kneading and comfort-seeking.
"I like your voice," Xander admitted, nuzzling the smooth skin of Spike's abdomen. "It makes me all warm and tingly."
Thus encouraged, Spike read on. "The boy knew all this. No one told him. He also knew that in turn the land owned his father. Everything the father did eventually revolved around the nurture of the land. Without the l-land there would be no f-family..." The blonde paused as Xander did something truly phenomenal with his tongue, making Spike's eyes cross. How was he supposed to read when the boy was doing *that*?
Xander reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the patch of skin he'd been suckling. Spike had stopped talking a moment before, ragged gasps taking the place of hypnotic words. "Is that it?" He asked, hope obvious in his voice.
Spike shook his head and tried to find his place. Xander was very distracting; a hot, wet mouth just inches from his cock, fingers pressing into his legs like steel. "The ung-godly were not so and lived in the town. They were like ch-chaff which the w-wind bloweth away. Their feet were not r-rooted in the soil, and they were there-fore of little consequence in the sch-scheme of things."
"Huh," Xander murmured, licking his way up Spike's cock. "Is that us, Spike? Chaff, blowing in the wind? Sounds like a Kansas song. Or maybe Joan Baez."
"Xander..." Spike warned, his one-handed hold on the book wavering. He wasn't sure if he was going to drop the book on Xander's head or toss it across the room, but something had to happen. It was taking all his self-control to not push down with the hand on Xander's head, forcing his erection into that searing heat.
"Read," Xander ordered, laving at the leaking head of Spike's cock. "Please?"
"There were also humans who tilled the soil and owned no land. Their plight in the here and hereafter was too dreadful to con-consider, and consequently..." Spike inhaled sharply as Xander swallowed him whole, wet slurry convulsing around him. A quick clench of the boy's fingers prompted the vampire to continue, lest his paradise be taken away. "Consequently they merited a sp-special compassion from the father and the family. N-not owning land was an affliction too embarrassing for comment, l-like being cr-cross-eyed or feeble-minded, and was surely v-visited on one by G-god."
Xander hummed his appreciation, never removing his mouth from Spike's straining flesh. He ran his tongue around the tip, collecting precious fluids, while one nimble hand caressed tightly drawn testicles. Spike's fingers clenched in his hair, but it didn't hurt. No, Xander greatly enjoyed the proof of Spike's undoing; the little sighs, the stuttered words. Still, he wanted to hear more, so Xander prodded the vampire with his fingers.
Spike got the hint and tried to find enough of his brain to read on. It was getting nearly impossible to do; his body was moving in counterpoint to Xander's mouth, scrabbling for oblivion and pleasure with an obsessive energy. "All these th-things the boy knew bef-fore he could talk, and no-nothing to which he was exposed to later, either th-theosophical or or sci-scientific, ever completely..." Spike cried out as Xander's teeth scraped against him, catching and dragging his foreskin slightly before letting go.
Desperate, yellow eyes returned to the book, knowing that his pleasure was tied to the words. "Erased these a-atavistic convictions. This was the way it was--"
Xander crowed triumphantly as Spike's body bucked once, and then froze. Cold semen flooded his mouth, washing down his throat in a wave of wanton release. He pulled back as the vampire collapsed, book falling forgotten to the floor.
"I think your book is more interesting than mine," Xander commented, licking his lips. "And that was fifty-five," He added, pinching Spike's ass.
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