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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, Negs.
"Holy mother of god, I didn't think we'd ever get out of that place," Xander groaned as he fell on their hotel-room bed. He immediately winced; the bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as it should have been, as though someone had laced the stuffing with largish chunks of concrete. And it smelled, too. "Are we paying much for this place?"
Spike smirked. "You did say that ambience was optional," He reminded his lover. "I went for the 'no ambience' option. Next time, you know better." With that, the vampire flopped down on the bed with Xander, unconcerned with the lumpy, odoriferous mattress. Xander was on the bed, ergo it was comfortable. If Xander got naked, the bed would soon become exquisitely lovely and wonderful. If Xander would just suck him dry, he'd offer to gild the fucking mattress and enshrine it in a museum somewhere.
Xander spent a moment wondering why Spike was growling, before giving up and rolling on top of the blonde. "So..." The brunette's face twitched and twisted into a frown, as though he wanted to ask something but didn't know how. Spike lifted one eyebrow. Since when was his golden boy shy?
"Spit it out, Xan," Spike muttered, his cool hands creeping up under Xander's shirt.
Xander smirked. "I thought you liked it when I swallow." When Spike would have rolled his eyes and made catty commentary about the horrific nature of Xander's remark, the boy slid down the bed and buried his face in the vampire's crotch. Well, if that's what Xander wanted to do, far be it from Spike to complain.
Spike wasted no time in assisting Xander. Pale hands tugged and pulled at black denim, assisted by the human's slightly more tanned ones. Then a slick tongue and liquid-heat mouth wrapped around Spike's cock and he just sort of... stopped. Stopped moving, stopped thinking. The blonde lay motionless on the bed and let Xander suck at his soul, content to let himself be torn apart once again by this lovely boy.
Xander grinned around Spike's cock, enjoying the way the vampire kind of whimpered under his breath. He knew Spike was unaware of the noises, nor of the way his hands fluttered about Xander's head like birds' wings. Xander ran his tongue over the leaking head of Spike's erection and then sank down again, pulling hard at the vampire's balls with one hand. Maybe the bed wasn't so bad; most of the lumps weren't too noticeable when he was draped over Spike's legs.
Then again, Spike tasted like blood and salt and a bare hint of soap, and Xander was more than a little distracted by that. He was so caught up in the way Spike felt against his tongue, the way the blonde's hips rocked minutely, and wondering if he'd ever get tired of doing this that he failed to notice how far along Spike was. It wasn't until Spike froze, fingers digging into Xander's scalp, that the boy realized exactly what was going on.
Spike felt himself lose control and didn't bother fighting it. Wave after wave of what-is-it washed through him as his body emptied itself into Xander. When tense muscles finally relaxed, Spike let go of Xander's head and pulled the boy up so that they were face to face. He kissed warm, swollen lips and wrapped one hand around the human's leaking erection. It only took a stroke or two and Xander was just as boneless as he was. Warmer, maybe, but equally sated and quiescent.
"Ninety-one, I think," Xander murmured, drawing pictures in the puddle of come on Spike's belly. "Yeah, that's right."
"I like this bed," Spike commented inanely.
Xander snorted. "You're easy, of course you like the bed."
"Don't hear you complaining."
"Give me a minute."
"Give me a minute and I'll have you bent over and screaming, and you won't mind the bed. Again."
"Please?"
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