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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.
Stopping. Now there was a good idea. They still had plenty of time before the sun came up, and only a few more hours to drive. "Spike, I have to pee."
"Why didn't you go before we left?"
"I did. That was two hours ago."
"You can wait."
"Um, hello? Human. Must go pee. Unless you want me to go all male cat on you and spray. Everywhere."
With the one eye he cracked open to look, he could see the look of horror that crossed Spike's face. Xander turned back into his knees and shook with silent laughter. After more than a hundred years, Spike had forgotten what certain parts of being human were like, had in fact developed a rather amusing fear of them, at least as they related to Xander.
"Right. Well, we'll just find a place to pull off, lots of empty space out here."
No, no, no. That would never do. Spike would stay in the car. He had to get out, so Xander could plant himself in the driver's seat and refuse to move. Unless of course Spike offered oral sex. Which was Spike had ended up driving in the first place. Sometimes not breathing was a good thing.
"I'm hungry too," he said, plaintive and small-voiced. "I want ice cream."
"Of course you do. Fine, next truck stop, we'll pull in."
"My hero."
A wet raspberry was his only reply. For a while the only sounds were road noise and the blaring of the radio. The music was unfamiliar and discordant, one of Spike's choices. It did nothing for Xander's jumpy nerves. So when Spike let out a whoop, Xander's feet slipped off the edge of the seat and he banged his head on the dash.
"Owmydose," he said, rubbing his stinging face.
"Oh, sorry pet. But look. A truck stop made with us in mind."
It took a few moments for his eyes to stop watering, but when they did, Xander saw that Spike was right. For once. The truck stop was one of those multi-purpose places that usually held a convenience store, gas station, and Taco Bell or Subway. This one had the quick stop and the diesel tanks, but it also had a Krispy Kreme donut shop, a Dairy Queen, and a garish pink building in the back parking lot that proclaimed itself "Trucker's Delite Adult Arcade".
"Wow."
"Yeah. This could be fun."
"Just remember. Must be in Las Vegas in hotel before the sun comes up."
"Who's the vamp, here? Not likely to forget. Doesn't mean we can't have some ice cream and a few new sex toys, does it?"
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