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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, Bela Lugosi.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, really. What's wrong?"
"N.o.t.h.i.n.g."
Xander rolled his eyes and turned away from Spike. The blonde vampire was glaring at a garbage can, doing his best to sulk-without-sulking. Pale lips trembled, eyes squinted into blue-yellow strips of sullen unhappiness.
A casual observer would assume that the man's ill humor was caused by the delay of his flightafter all, he had been stuck in the airport for twenty three straight hours as one storm after another passed through either Asunción or one of any number of connecting cities. At the rate the weather gods were going, the vampire would qualify for citizenship long before he made it into his assigned seat.
But that had nothing to do with Spike's bad mood.
No, the sole source of that dyspeptic state stood not three feet away. One each slim brunette, whistling happily as he checked out brochures for exotic rainforest adventures... Somehow, Xander had managed to find ways to entertain himself throughout the incredibly long wait they'd endured at the airport. He'd taken several naps, toured the facilities--such as they were--and even freshened up a couple of times in the restroom. Being the generous sort that he was, the human had even warmed up Spike's blood in a microwave he'd located in the back of a restaurant. There was no telling how much he'd had to flirt to get that done.
However, there was one thing Xander hadn't done in the twenty three hours he'd spent rattling about the airport. Just one small thing. A tiny favor he had so far not performed for Spike, and that Spike would not perform for himself.
As a result of this oversight, Spike was extremely unhappy--not to mention twitchy, achy and generally pissed off. Xander remained mystified about his lover's behavior, especially since the blonde refused to tell him what was wrong.
"Look, Spike, I'm getting a bit tired of this shit. Just tell me what's wrong!" Xander growled, yanking the vampire away from the trashcan before it met a violent and twisted death. "I can't read minds, you know."
Spike stared, dumbfounded, at the boy. For the past day, he'd assumed that Xander was simply torturing him. Maybe he'd underestimated the human's capacity for sadism. But perhaps, just perhaps the boy really was that clueless. Without a word, he grabbed Xander by the arm and dragged him into the nearest men's room.
"Hmm. Lavatory again," Xander murmured as the door swung shut behind him. "I think we see more of these than we do lampposts." The fact that Spike had just jammed the door shut with a handy plastic knife he'd kept stored somewhere on his person reinforced Xander's suspicion that he was about to get laid. Again.
Instead, he found himself with a faceful of ridged, yellow eyed fury. "What the fuck do you think is wrong," Spike hissed, fangs grazing Xander's lips as he unleashed all his pent-up tension. "I've had that godforsaken toy inside me for twenty four hours! Been waiting for the last twenty three for you to do something about it, but no! You've got to have your snacks and your naps and your sponge baths and your brochures and your friendly chats with the nice lady from Canton who's just passing through and the guy on a mission from San Diego and the old fart who thinks I'm trying to steal everything I see!"
Xander blinked.
"Oooooh," He murmured, pursing his lips. "Maybe I did forget that..."
Spike's glare would have turned a lesser man into a bleeding puddle of oh-shit-I'm-gonna-die. "Yeah, and now that you've been reminded of it, you're gonna do something about it, right?"
Instead of answering, Xander reached for the vampire's jeans. Funny how a day's worth of inadvertent torture could render anyone amenable to an impromptu blowjob. Then again, he did have to consider who he was about to do... Spike wasn't known for turning him down. Anywhere, anytime, anyway.
With a small shrug and a happy sigh, Xander slid his lips over the reddened tip of the blonde's erection. At the same time, he reached around and removed the toy he'd inserted the day before. With a halting, stifled scream, the vampire came, his entire body seeming to melt over Xander's.
The brunette held Spike up with one hand and pocketed the toy with the other. He then zipped up his lover, biting the blonde's neck to rouse him.
"Better?" He asked when dazed blue eyes finally met his.
"Mmm," Spike hummed, squinting and blinking rapidly. He felt a bit wrung out, like he'd just been put through a rusty meat grinder. Or maybe that was the sensation of relaxation. He'd been tense far too long to know the difference.
"Well, that was eighty-eight, if you're still keeping score," Xander said as he unjammed the door and ushered Spike back into the terminal. "And oh, look! Our flight is actually gonna take off this week!"
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