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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.
"Spike?"
"Mrrmm?"
"You awake?"
"Mmmhhmmm. Oh yeah, right there, pet."
"Figured." 'Right there' was the one place Xander hadn't gotten to yet, and quite honestly he had never considered how much he would like touching another man that way. He did. The skin there was smooth and sensitive, and there was this absolutely intriguing fold of it that Xander just didn't have, thanks to a modern American upbringing. It fascinated him. By contrast, the skin on Spike's balls was rougher, and fuzzy. It should be warm. All guys were warm there, or at least Xander assumed so, because he was always damned sweaty. Spike managed lukewarm most of the time, and the difference was just odd enough to make Xander feel naughty when they rubbed together, cock to cock. Vampire physiology got him hot. Who knew?
Stirring, Spike opened his legs for better access, and Xander started stroking him with a regular rhythm. Yes, he liked the non-sexual touching, but this was wonderful too, holding Spike in the palm of his hand, so to speak, and watching him react to the touch. It never lasted long, though, Spike was far too aggressive, and the next thing Xander knew he was flat on his back with Spike on top of him, pushing his legs apart. How Spike managed to get the lube Xander couldn't figure, but it didn't matter because Spike's fingers were in him, getting him ready, and oh god that felt good. Just where he needed and Spike's cock replaced his fingers and Xander was lost. Everything else went away for who knew how long, because it was Spike. In him.
His own legs came up and wrapped around Spike's waist, and they rocked together, and Spike had this sweet and silly habit of crooning to him, gentling him, and Xander loved that sound. So much, too much sensation for him to handle as their skin rubbed and Spike's hands gripped his shoulders and the smell of them was pure, rutting male. As much as they had done this in the last two days, Xander thought it should take longer, it should last, but it didn't and they were crying out together and he could feel Spike seeping into his heart.
Later, once he was back to a semblance of normal, and they were clean and dressed, Xander asked what the plan was for the evening.
"What, you think I have all this mapped out?" Spike returned.
"You have so far. You're the man, er, sorta, with the plan. So what's on the agenda tonight, Big Bad o'mine?"
"The circus."
Was it cold suddenly? "You mean like Circus Circus, the casino?"
"No, I mean like that expensive froggy circus where they do all the really weird but amazing contortion stuff. Willow made me promise we'd go see it. That Circa Soley thing."
"We can't do that. And, wait, you mean Willow knew about this?"
"'Course she did. Someone has to get the mail and feed the iguana. And why can't we?"
"Clowns."
"Come again?"
"They have clowns, Spike. Well actually acrobats garishly painted up like clowns. I had a bad birthday experience once with clowns. And despite the fact that I was able to face down that particular clown in true Hellmouth fashion, I still hate them."
When he paused for breath he actually looked at Spike, something he hadn't done during his recitation. Spike had that humor the raving loony look on his face and Xander was torn between smacking him and kissing him.
"So, fine, we don't go to the circus, even though I loved doing it as a child," Spike said, and nodded decisively. "And you can tell Red why we didn't get her a program and ticket stub."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Not pouting. Xander could take Spike pouting, but he wasn't. Just standing there all tense, with a posture that shouted, "disappointed!" It was probably at least half bullshit, but Spike had mentioned the Childhood. That was low, because picturing Spike as a kid, with big eyes and floppy hair made Xander all gooshy. And when he was all gooshy he agreed to things he didn't really want to do.
Then there was the Willow thing too. She tried very hard to be supportive of him and Spike, even though it was very plain that she didn't get it. So. He couldn't disappoint both of them. "All right, you mean vamp, you. I'll go. But you have to protect me from the clowns."
Grinning, Spike walked over and pulled him into a hug. "My pleasure, pet."
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