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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.
Never in a million years would he admit it to Spike, but he Xander enjoyed the show a lot. The acts were amazing, from the Chinese pole to the Russian springboard. There was a pair of brothers who did hand to hand, which was like slow motion gymnastics using each other as an apparatus, and there was this gorgeous chick dressed in a firebird outfit that did whip-back flips so fast that it made him dizzy. Equal opportunity ogling.
Dark theaters were also good for handholding and footsie. Both of which were initiated by Spike, proving that he was indeed a romantic sap. Munching his way happily through his popcorn and sharing the occasional greasy caress with Spike, Xander got lost in the show and blinked owlishly when the lights came up and it was over.
"Like it?" Spike asked.
"Yeah. Just don't ever try to get me in a diaper like that guy wore during the show, okay?"
"Not one of my dirty little turn-ons, pet."
"Good." Spike produced napkins, and they degreased. Xander could only hope the buttery fingerprints on Spike's jeans were not terribly noticeable. "Hey, Spike?"
"What?"
"Thank you. Not just for the clown menacing. For, you know, everything."
That got him a genuine goofy grin, the one that made Spike look entirely human, and very, very young.
"You're welcome."
"Now, feed me. Then pirates."
Goofiness melted into disbelief. "You just consumed an entire bucket of popped corn. How can you be hungry?"
"Popcorn is carbs, Spike. They recommend protein too, every two hours. And before you get all smarmy and tell me you have my protein in your pants, I mean a hamburger. Now. That is my reward for dealing with Bozo the demented. After which we can see pirates, and whatever else you want to do, then we can go back to the room and get your reward for dealing with said clown. Okay."
For a minute Xander was afraid Spike's eyes would stay crossed that way. Then they righted themselves, and Spike waved towards the casino area. "Right. Dining room. Hamburger."
It was hard not to be smug.
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