1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32
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 Fountain of the Gods in the main shopping area had really nice benches around it. They made a particularly good spot to lie down and look at the clouds. Especially after Spike scared all the little kids away so they could both fit. They were stretched out head to head, and Xander's hair flopped over onto Spike's, which made his scalp feel funny every time he moved. The fountain itself was pretty impressive, and he and Spike had spent long minutes studying the endowments of the major deities. Spike had made him pose too, stupid tourist poses with little Hoppy Pete in every frame. But now they just looked at the fake sky and watched the clouds move lazily overhead.
"Look, luv. It's the DeSoto."
"No it's not. It's my old Chevy."
"Git."
"Moron."
It was silent for a few minutes, then Spike said, "My God. Now it's the Watcher's old car."
Squinting, Xander could indeed see the Citroen. "Shit. You're right. Weird." They both sighed. "Spike? Can I ask you a question?"
"You usually do, pet. You know, Spike will you get me ice cream? Spike, do you think my butt looks fat in the pants?"
"Very funny. I'm serious."
"Yeah? Okay, lay it on me."
"Do you miss it?"
Spike didn't ask what he meant. "Not most of the time, no. More, since I've been with you. You remind me what it's like to be human, you know."
"Is that bad?"
"Nah. Before, with the chip? I mostly missed being a real vamp. You know, Big Bad and all. And before that, I never needed to think about it, did I? But I gotta tell you, pet. Where I come from the sky never looked like this anyway."
"This is good, though, right?"
Moving back just a bit, Spike rubbed the crown of his head against Xander's. "Yeah. This is good."
Neither of them broke the silence for a long while after that, well, if you could call it silence with the fountain splashing and the kids yelling and the constant hum of music and talking. Xander wondered sometimes if a place like this was enough to overload Spike's vamp senses. All those sounds and smells. Did his instincts scream at him, "this is your food!" or was he able to bury that under the amazingly un-demon-like spirit he had? That was one question he never really got the nerve to ask.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32