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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 Belated Birthday, Kristina.
"Ok, how did you arrange this?" Xander asked loudly, shouting to be heard over the whine of helicopter blades. Spike tightened his arms around the young man's shoulders, not completely confident in the nylon safety straps that held them in place.
"Money," Spike replied. It was nothing less than the truth; money could buy just about anything.
Xander watched as ink-and-snow water flew past them, reflections of the moon stretched into wavy gashes upon the undulating surface. He couldn't look behind them, but the boy could well imagine their cruise ship, shrinking rapidly as they sped toward land.
Spike inhaled deeply, scenting his lover in the cramped compartment. Though he wanted nothing more than to tear the boy's clothes off and sink himself inside giving warmth, the vampire was willing to wait. That sufferance was born of the sure knowledge that he would never tire of Xander, that the young man would never grow boring or common. Without the rush of needing to get his fill before one or the other of them left--through death or apathy--Spike found himself a patient man, for the first time in his life.
When the helicopter landed, Xander followed Spike to a small plane. He wanted to ask Spike where they were going, but there wasn't time. Soon they were in the air again, heading for... well, Xander seemed to recall the blonde mentioning Paraguay, so in the end, he decided that their destination was that country.
"You know, Spike, I'm beginning to get the whole vampire thing," Xander said as he stood next to Spike in front of a small hotel in Asunción. "Not the super eyesight thing, because Paraguay in the dark looks a lot like Venice in the dark...or Paris, or any other place we've been."
"What is it, then?" Spike inquired, thinking he'd done remarkably well at hiding his hurry. It was dark now, but the sun was begging for permission to rise and Spike wanted to get inside, strip Xander naked, and do evil things with him.
"Smell," Xander replied. "Humans smell impatiently, you know? We don't break things down. Old cooking oil, gasoline, coffee, stagnant water, and some kind of flower."
Spike smiled softly and nodded, gesturing for Xander to enter their hotel.
•••
Xander slammed Spike against the window, letting the friction between vampiric skin and the curtains hold his lover up. Easily evading the blonde's hands, Xander sank to his knees.
Spike's jaw locked, muscles freezing as his eyes rolled back. Xander's tongue slid wetly around the head of his cock, pushing back his foreskin. Soft-edged teeth pressed, and then fled. "Xander..."
Xander pulled back. "Hmm?"
Slim hips bucked forward, begging for the return of that hot mouth. "Just...suck me," He growled, reaching for Xander's head.
"Ah, that," Xander murmured. Then he fell forward, swallowing as Spike's erection slid along his tongue. He listened happily as Spike's harsh growl was choked down to a mewling wail. Slender fingers wrenched Xander's dark waves into tight loops, binding them together.
Spike thrust forward, mindless except for the convulsive pleasure that surrounded him. He moaned, shaking violently when Xander murmured in response. The vibrations made Spike's balls draw up, but Xander was having none of that. Blunt fingers wrapped around that cool, soft sac and tugged, drawing out both a scream and demonic ridges from the boy's pale lover.
Xander winced as Spike tugged harder on his hair. A sharp yank on the vampire's testicles brought a quick end to that, so Xander returned to working over the blonde's cock. Cool fingers kneaded Xander's head frantically, trying desperately to not just grab hold. Xander rewarded Spike by wrapping his tongue around the weeping head of the vampire's erection and sucking hard.
Spike began changing Xander's name, intermingling the word with the occasional 'fuck' and 'please'. Xander sank down farther, just enough to take some of the pressure off the cock head. He paid special attention to the vein on the underside of Spike's cock, wondering idly why it throbbed when the vampire had no heartbeat. Spike's fingers drifted down to Xander's mouth, caressing the stretched skin and fluttering over the boy's closed eyes.
Once again, as soon as Spike was close to coming, Xander brought him back down. By now the vampire's entire body was moving in synchrony with Xander's mouth--hips thrusting, voice cracking with each touch, hands urging the boy on. When this was over, he was going to kill Xander... or at the very least fuck him so hard he never forgot it.
Xander glanced up at Spike's face. Tears were streaming down that alabaster visage, which was twisted into the demonic equivalent of tortured ecstasy. Blood joined the tears where Spike had pierced his lips with razor-like fangs, chewing at them in his agony. Xander decided to take pity on his lover. Besides, he had plans for the rest of the evening.
Spike felt the lightning begin to crackle inside him and waited for Xander to pull him away from the cliff. To his pleasured surprise, the boy merely sucked harder, pressing the irregular ridges on the roof of his mouth against the vampire's erection. Instead of denying him his pleasure, Xander's fingers teased and caressed his balls, pushing Spike over the edge. He came with a raw scream, holding Xander's head against his body.
Once Spike relaxed enough to let him move, Xander sat back on his haunches. He licked his lips, smacking them together loudly. "Seventy-four," He said, grinning.
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