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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 show was at Treasure Island, and Xander made Spike promise they would see the pirate number there later. There was a nifty little machine outside the box office that Spike stuck Anya's credit card into and their tickets came out of. Which meant they could go right in. Without waiting. There was a clown right inside the door, at the top of the ramp thingee that opened out into the first level of stadium seating. She was making little chirping noises and grabbing people as they passed so they could have their picture taken with her. Xander clutched his popcorn with one hand and Spike's duster with the other.
"You remember when we first met, Spike, how I really, really disliked you?"
"Actually, when we first met I was considering eating you, luv. Wasn't concerned with you liking me."
"Right. Okay then. Remember how I felt about you right around the time you tried to stake yourself?"
"Oh, that's low. How could I not stake myself? I was wearing your clothes, for God's sake."
"Whatever. My point is that if you let that, person-clown-thing grab me I will feel that way about you all over again."
"Told you I would protect you, didn't I?" Spike moved until he was between Xander and the potential danger. They waited until some poor sap was seeing stars from the camera flash, then hustled through the doorway. Safe. Xander breathed a sigh of relief and batted his eyelashes at Spike. "My hero."
Assuming his best manly demeanor, Spike said, "Nothing to it."
And so it was that just about the time Xander calmed down a bit and started flirting with Spike (translation, got complacent) someone grabbed his popcorn container. Turning to yell at the culprit made him go absolutely still, horror movie shriek welling up in his chest. Clown! With big, long, Bob Hope nose and striped knickers, as Spike would call them. Right there. With his popcorn. He flailed, grabbing Spike's arm and swinging him around to face this new threat, and squeaking sounds that meant, "help me or I will hit it" emerged from his throat. Spike seemed to understand that there was more danger to the clown than there was to Xander, because he moved faster than he should have in a crowded theater, pushing Xander back and away and stepping in between them. Then he let his vampire face come to the fore, and growled, low in his throat.
Xander gaped. The clown squealed. Popcorn went everywhere. And just that fast, Spike's face was back to 'normal' and they were climbing up to their seats while the clown boogied away from them at a high rate of speed, making the most alarming and alarmed sounds Xander had ever heard. Considering the kinds of noises some demons made, that was saying something.
"You okay, Xan?"
They settled into their seats, and a uniformed usher came up and handed them a new bucket of popcorn. "Yeah. Thanks. You really are my hero."
"You looked like you were going to deck him. Not that it wouldn't have made me proud to see you do it, but it's a bad idea in a place this full of people."
"I almost popped him one. So yes, you did good."
"Good enough for you to give me a reward later?" Spike sounded so hopeful that Xander had to smile, and give him a quick grope.
"Reward of your choosing as soon as we get back to the room."
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