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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 rest of the trip through Mandalay Bay left them wondering what the theme of the place was really supposed to be, besides "expensive resort." They both decided they liked the outright tourist traps like the Excalibur better. They did like the nightclub with bare body part statues hanging out of the wall, though, and Xander liked the restaurant with an entire wall made of miniature flaming torches. Spike wasn't as fond of that one. They spent at least an hour in the Shark Reef exhibit, standing on opposite sides of the huge middle-of-the-floor fish tanks and making distorted sucking faces at each other.
The wee hours of the morning found them back at Caesar¹s palace, at a craps table, gambling with money Spike had fronted from Anya's credit card. Spike was winning. The pile of chips in front of him was becoming almost embarrassing, and Xander hoped they didn't get thrown out or something. Maybe it was time for a distraction.
"Spike?"
"Um hmmm?" Spike was preoccupied with his dice. That would never do. Xander leaned closer and whispered so the croupier couldn't hear him.
"You know how you wouldn't let me go into that topless show in the Luxor, because you said I was too young for a strip club?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Did you know I used to work at one?"
That distracted Spike, all right. His head snapped around so fast that he bapped Xander on the nose with his forehead, causing them both to yelp. "What?"
"Yep. Ow. Talk about a mood killer."
Impatient, Spike pecked a kiss on the end of his abused appendage. "There, all better. Now about the stripping."
"Right. Well, I really wanted to see that show. But I didn't. I'm still in the mood for the spectacle though, so if you come back to the room now, I'll do one for you."
"I'm out, mate," Spike said, and loaded Xander's arms up with chips. "Well then, let's go cash in. I'll make sure I get some small bills so I have some to stuff in your unmentionables."
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