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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.
Xander's stomach growled. Loudly. Spike chuckled. "So speaketh the bottomless pit. I take it you want to eat?"
"Well, I wouldn't say no to something of the edible variety. I'd try to look pathetic, but you can't see my face, so it would be a wasted effort."
"Yeah, alright, food for you. And sometime tonight I'm going to have to call out for room service of my own, I'm getting low."
"They deliver here?"
"They do, indeed."
"Wow. You really can get anything in Las Vegas."
For some unknown reason, Xander was craving pad Thai. Or at least that's what his stomach told him after they passed the sushi bar and smelled it cooking. So that's where they ended up, much to Spike's amusement. Spike insisted he order a real drink, with alcohol in it, and he had something that called itself a blue margarita but tasted rather like battery acid in a glass. It also made him tipsy as hell, due to his empty hole of a stomach, and he proceeded to flirt outrageously with the waiter, who looked like he belonged in an exhibit of roman statuary. Which did not amuse Spike.
Every time the waiter went through, Xander ogled his butt. Even Spike had to admit it was a very nice butt. But he was never one to share the limelight, and he recalled Xander's attention to himself by reminding Xander that while that was indeed a very nice butt, he had one just as nice, and Xander got to spank his too. That reminder made Xander shovel down the rest of his pad Thai and pay the bill out of his hard earned stripper money before dragging Spike back to the room to avail himself of that spankable butt.
It never ceased to amaze him that Spike actually let him get away with this. Oh, not just let him, encouraged him. Sure, it was probably at least ninety percent a vampire thing. Spanking was a good, safe way for Spike to get a little violence with his shagging. But it was also a trust thing, and that made the warm feeling in the pit of Xander's tummy less about alcohol consumption and more about gooey emotional stuff.
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