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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 rest of the night was spent playing with the "Algernon toys", as they would forever after be called. The collection of straps and buckles Spike bought did indeed turn out to be a harness of sorts, and Xander would be mortified if anyone but Spike ever saw it on him. With Spike, it was less embarrassing and more whoa and he wasn't going to think too much about it from there. The feather duster was just weird, but since Spike was far, far more ticklish than Xander it ended up being a good thing.
Exhausted as he was after their night of play, Xander still had trouble sleeping. It wasn't that he didn't want to go home. He missed their lizard and Willow and Dawn. He even missed his job. But not as much as he thought he should. Or something. Or maybe it was just that Spike really let go more when the rest of the Scoobies weren't around. They all had a bit too much shared history, too many preconceived notions about how everyone ought to act. Sometimes, Xander thought, it seemed like they were all just holding their collective breath, waiting for Spike to snap, all except him. And yeah, that would put a guy on the defensive, wouldn't it? A happy, relaxed Spike was a good thing, and he'd never really known he didn't always have one, until the last few days.
Spike was asleep, which was not unusual when the sun was as bright as it was outside. He was sort of draped over Xander, all of his sharp angles digging into Xander's soft spots, like an elbow in his belly or a knobby knee digging into his inner thigh. His head rested firmly on Xander's chest, right over his heart, and oh god, he knew they had to go home, but he wished they just had one more day. Or three. Not possible, but longed for, and he tried to sleep because they had a long drive ahead of them tonight, even at the speeds Spike pushed the car to.
With his mind spinning like it was, Xander thought it would be impossible to sleep, but Spike woke him just after sundown with a grope and a smile and he was amazed at how rested he felt. Without really discussing it, the two of them moved around the room, cleaning up and packing the rest of their stuff, and pulling the duct tape down from the curtains. Spike checked out while Xander got the valet to get their car, and just like that they were back on the road to Sunnydale.
The trip was mostly quiet, both of them locked in their own thoughts. Every so often Xander shot a look at Spike's profile, and tried to decide whether or not he should ask. When Spike let him pick the music without arguing, he knew he had to.
"You okay, Spike?"
"Yeah."
"You're awfully quiet."
"So are you."
Well, that was productive. He tried another approach. "Would you go somewhere else, if you could?"
Spike didn't have to ask what he meant. "Not like I couldn't. I could, any time." He paused, and Xander understood what a pang meant now. "More a question of would I? And no. Not at the moment. Even though sometimes my head hurts from not bashing them around a bit. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah." Hopalong Pete swayed along to the music from his perch on the dashboard, and Xander watched him for long minutes. "I'm glad you stay."
"Yeah."
By tacit agreement they skipped the Trucker's Delite on the way home, stopping at a small gas station off the highway instead. The toothless old man there disapproved of them, as was obvious from the dispersal pattern of his tobacco juice. Spike just grinned cheerfully and gave him a two-fingered salute. The place was old-fashioned enough to have Coke in glass bottles, though, and moon pies, so Xander didn't complain. He fell asleep with his head on Spike's leg and Spike's hand in his hair, and didn't wake up until they were on the outskirts of Sunnydale where Spike stopped the car. Blinking stupidly, Xander watched as Spike made sure the headlights were trained on the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, then put Hoppy Pete on the rail at the bottom and took a picture of him there. As a final tourist gesture to their very odd vacation, Xander thought it was appropriate. And he kissed Spike soundly for it when he got back into the car. They got home well before daylight and Xander got up in the morning for work and things went on as always.
Everyone was delighted with their gifts, up to and including Giles, and Spike sulked like a three year old when he realized that there would be no chastisement. Xander poked Giles in the ribs, and rolled his eyes, and Giles gave Spike a long lecture on how even these silly tourist wands had the possibility of being dangerous and he shouldn't mess with magical things. Which seemed to brighten Spike considerably.
What brightened Xander's days after that trip was that now he knew how to dig out that Spike that he so rarely saw, and in their most relaxed times, Xander managed to get him out of hiding. Well, that and all of the new sex toys they still had yet to use. That was a new bright spot every day.
Anya (who lived a lot closer by than Xander thought she did) was wonderful about the credit card, and the look on her face when Spike presented her with a wad of cash that would choke a horse was perfect. So pleased was she, in fact, that when Spike got the pictures developed (at the only Kodak place in town run by Koorlesh demons), Anya insisted on playing "real girl" and made them a scrapbook. It was bound in black leather, with acid free black pages and white gel ink. The title page featured a close-up of someone near and dear to both their hearts and the legend, "The Adventures of Hopalong Peter".
THE END
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