1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 40b | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 52b | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | 72 | 73 | 74 | 75 | 76 | 77 | 78 | 79 | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86 | 87 | 88 | 89 | 90 | 91 | 92 | 93 | 94 | 95 | 96 | 97 | 98
href="non90.html">90Sajinn
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, Carmen Miranda.
"We stopped."
Spike glanced up at the young man, who was dangling over the edge of the top bunk. "Trains do that occasionally, you know. Passengers get on and off."
Xander smirked. "Yeah, I know all about getting off on trains." He rolled off the bunk, landing next to Spike's bed. "Can we?"
"Get off?" Spike inquired. "On a regular basis; so yes, we can." That response earned the vampire a soft smack to the head.
"You know what I meant," Xander muttered. "I wanna see the train station." As though the excitement in his voice wasn't emphasis enough, the boy began to bounce up and down, quickly making Spike dizzy.
"Fine, fine," The vampire said, waving his hand. "We'll go to the bloody train station. Don't see why you want to, though."
Xander rolled his eyes and waited impatiently for Spike to get dressed. Moments later, they were gone.
•••
"You look disappointed," Spike commented, watching an oddly frowning Xander peer through the crowd. "It's just a train station."
"With no popcorn, or hot dogs, or..." Xander murmured unhappily.
"We're on our way to Venice, and you want popcorn?" Spike asked incredulously. He was about to bang his head against a nearby wall when he saw an abrupt change in the sad expression on Xander's face. "What?"
"There!" Xander said excitedly. "Come on!"
Spike wanted to ask what the hell Xander saw across the way, but instead he followed the quickly moving young man. When they reached what Xander had seen, Spike stopped. "Xander? It's just the loo."
"I know," Xander said, more than a little mischief dancing in those whisky eyes. "After you, Spike."
Spike shrugged and walked through the door that Xander held open for him. "Why the hell are we in the--" Xander silenced the vampire with the simple expedient of kissing him. It worked very well; Spike shut up and returned the kiss, letting Xander's seducing lips take control.
"Remember, Spike?" Xander asked, pushing the blonde into a nearby stall.
"Hmm?" Spike hummed, distracted by warm hands snaking their way underneath his clothes. Had Xander said something?
"Come on, Spike," Xander hissed, yanking the vampire's clothes off. The duster went first, draped over the stall door. Shirts, boots and jeans were quick work for the adept brunette; after all, he had considerable experience disrobing his lover.
"What?" Spike managed to get out.
"The airport? Los Angeles? Angel?" Xander whispered, each word grating against Spike's memory like a rasp. "You took me, standing over the bastard."
Spike shuddered, images from that moment flooding his consciousness. Xander, pulsing around him, Angel's horrified, furious eyes boring into them.
"Ever since then, I've wanted this," Xander continued. Spike groaned as hot, slick fingers pushed into him. "You owned me, Spike. I was *yours*, fucked and possessed right in front of your godforsaken Sire."
"Xander," Spike moaned, pushing back wantonly. He dimly heard the door to the bathroom open, signaling someone else's arrival. Xander's fingers slipped out of him, moving down to urge the vampire to put his legs up on the toilet. The position was awkward; Spike's knees bowed out as he crouched down, exposing his hole as Xander resumed his preparations. To any who would notice, it looked as though Xander was relieving himself in the stall. In a way, he was.
Spike bit into his cheek to keep from crying out as Xander hit his prostate. Those devilish fingers kept prodding, pushing... if the man in the next stall didn't leave soon, he was going to bear witness to some very intense activity he hadn't been planning to see.
"Ah!" The blonde couldn't quite stay silent when Xander replaced his fingers with something considerably thicker. Strong hands held him steady as his lover began to pound into him, brutally claiming the vampire. Waves of exquisite sensation rolled through Spike's body, bringing tears to his eyes. Every stroke, every rough thrust, tattooed Xander's name on his heart.
"Tell me how much you want this," Xander growled, just as soon as their unwelcome neighbor made his exit. "Tell me, Spike! Do you like my cock inside you?"
"Harder," Spike panted, letting his feet fall back to the floor. "Please, Xander. I love it, need more..."
Xander acquiesced, pushing Spike forward until the vampire was bent over onto the back wall. He pounded into that pale, cool body, relishing the sight of his cock disappearing into the blonde's hole. "You were made for this, Spike. To be fucked. Taken. Say it, Spike. Tell me."
Spike keened softly, the sound reverberating throughout the small room. "Take me, Xander. Yours." A hot hand slid down his hip to encircle his cock, milking him with a harsh stroke. "Made for you, for this, please."
Xander planted his free hand against Spike's chest and dragged the vampire up against him. He thrust once, twice more, feeling the blonde's erection swelling. "Mine, Spike. You're mine!"
Spike's lips fell open, though no sound escaped. His mind imploded, consciousness traded for a silky white nothingness. Then ecstasy hit, electrifying every nerve. His existence shrank until the only things left were his body and Xander's, falling through everything to land softly wherever they were.
Xander felt Spike come, liquid evidence streaming through his fingers. He let go of his own climax, letting it slam through him and into Spike like a rockslide. He trembled from its force, driven by the strength his lover possessed but did not use against him. Whispered, precious words stayed on his tongue, mindful that later was a better time to soothe.
"Fifty-seven," Xander murmured, pinching Spike's hip. "When does the train leave?"
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 40b | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 52b | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | 72 | 73 | 74 | 75 | 76 | 77 | 78 | 79 | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86 | 87 | 88 | 89 | 90 | 91 | 92 | 93 | 94 | 95 | 96 | 97 | 98