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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.
The Excalibur was a cross between a Renfaire and a shopping mall, with the casino downstairs and shops and entertainment upstairs. They sold things like dragon puppets and wizard hats. Xander had to physically restrain Spike from buying presents for Giles. He was sure Giles would thank him for it.
Dinner was served in true fake medieval style. He and Spike shared a trencher and they each had a giant flagon of something that might have been wine. Or maybe not. It was great fun, actually, but he wasn't about to admit it. Especially since Spike was enjoying the manly men whacking at each other with swords thing so much. There were other little melodramas to watch, and fire breathers, and it was kind of like trying to eat in the center ring at the circus.
Never one to keep his mouth shut when he should, Xander kept up a steady string of commentary on the whole experience. Things like, "This can't be sanitary, Spike." Or "Don't let them out!" when confronted by a serving wench's bodice, which pushed up and out. And out.
He blathered, just to see how much he could annoy Spike, until Spike reached into his duster and pulled out a pink and turquoise business card. "Oh look," he said. "Algernon's phone number. Shall I call him and have him join you back at the hotel since you're so bored being here with me?"
"Oh, look. Jousting." Xander stayed quiet for a while after that, knowing he'd won, sort of. At least he didn't think Spike was really mad, because if he wasn't Xander had won the annoying game. If Spike was really mad then he'd screwed up and it was really hard to tell when Spike got really snide like that, but he probably wouldn't offer to get Algernon if he were serious because Spike didn't share. His mind jolted abruptly out of babble mode when he felt Spike's hand on the inside of his knee, sliding upwards at a slow, sneaky rate.
Adjusting the tablecloth to better cover his lap, Xander slid down in his seat and let his legs fall open a bit, so Spike would have better access. Spike drew abstract patterns on the fleshy part of Xander's thigh, and Xander let out his breath on a relieved sigh. Not mad then. Not if Spike was touching him like that. Just getting some of his own back. Little circles of touch came closer and closer to the stiff zipper of his new jeans, and if Spike didn't stop that he would soon expand enough to meet them halfway.
A furtive glance around showed Xander that no one was paying them any attention, so he reached beneath the table and grabbed Spike's hand, pressing it palm first to his crotch. Oh yeah, that was it, just what he needed, and he bit back a moan when Spike squeezed just so.
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