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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.
Sometime around two thirty in the morning, Xander woke up feeling human again. Except that he was so hot he thought he might spontaneously combust. The reason for that was obvious. The pile of blankets and bedspreads on top of him went at least four deep. Ever since that bout of flu a few years back, with the fever chills, Spike treated every "Xander sick" situation by burying him in covers.
Speaking of Spike, where was he? Xander peeled the limp sheets off his lower face and squinted through the dark. There he was, curled onto one tiny portion of the bed so as not to disturb Xander, still fully clothed. Idiot. Idiot who made Xander grin like a fool when he did things like that. Time for Spike's reward. As soon as he brushed his teeth.
Managing to ease out of bed without waking Spike was hard, especially since his left leg had fallen asleep. Xander did it, though, and headed to the bathroom for a little clean up. When he came out, Spike was sprawled out across the entire bed, much more like he normally was, and his head was buried in Xander's pillow. The sweet sight almost made Xander forgo smacking Spike's jeans-clad butt. Almost.
He whacked. Hard. Spike yelped, jumped up, and promptly fell over the pile of blankets on the floor. Which, if Xander thought about it, more than made up for his own earlier ignominious defeat at the hands of the bedcovers, and for the clown, and the roller coaster. The sight of Spike flailing around, wrapped in a red velour blanket, snarling and cursing made up for at least a year's worth of torment.
The miniature tornado finally subsided, then muttered, "A little help here, pet?"
"Sure," Xander replied, cheerful as all get out. A curl of that Billy Idol lip was his only reply. Extrication was almost a surgical procedure, and Xander wondered if it was a by-product of vampire strength, that Spike could wrap himself so firmly in fabric in such a short amount of time. He made a great show of dusting off Spike's clothes, then grinned at him. "Hey, we have time before sunup. Wanna go skinny dipping out in the pool?"
Oh, he loved it when he caught Spike with his mouth open to make one of those snarky comments he was so good at. Spike's mouth snapped shut, opened again, closed, then Spike blinked.
"Is that blink 'yes' or blink 'no'. Or does that translate into, 'are you really going to get naked in pubic and break the law trespassing in a closed for the night pool'."
"Er, yes?"
"Yes, I am. I'm hot and sticky and the pool should be cooled off at this time of night, unlike the hot tub. So, are you in?"
"Not at the moment, pet, but give me time. And bring the lube."
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