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Cicirossi
It started with with a (fictional, we hope) ice cream/donut/sex shop rest area on the highway. And then it just grew until it ate Cici's brain.
Rated NC-17. Contains rampant silliness, ice cream abuse, food as sex toys. If you're bothered by slash you might not want to keep reading....
Spike, Xander, and the Buffyverse ©Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Brothers,
UPN, 20th Century Fox, Sandollar, and probably some other people I've forgotten.
It's Joss' world, we just like to play in it.
"Okay, Spike. Tell me again why we absolutely, positively had to go to Las Vegas right now?" Xander was curled into the passenger seat of his 'I'm an adult now' sedan, thinking about how the manufacturer of this car didn't tell you that it shook alarmingly once you went more than ninety miles per hour. He'd let Spike drive. Why had he done that?
"Had a few days off, didn't you? And you've never been there."
"At this rate, I never will get there."
"Oh now, you don't trust me, do you?"
If he opened his eyes and looked at Spike, he'd see a wounded pout. That was a very attractive look for Spike. But looking at Spike meant accidentally glancing at the speedometer. And that meant whimpering. To begin with, Xander had kept his eyes wide open, as if the force of his stare alone would keep them on the road. An hour into the trip, though, his eyes were dry and grainy. He tried eye drops, but after an incident that involved a Winnebago, a boat trailer, and the eye drop bottle piercing his brain, he gave up and went fetal. He rested his head on his drawn up knees and refused to open them until they stopped.
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