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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.
Eyeing the pile Spike had accumulated, Xander did some quick calculations. "We can't afford all of that. We only have the one credit card, and that's for the hotel and food."
The haughty look Spike turned on him was only slightly spoiled by the enormous feather duster propped just under his chin. "Now what sort of demon would I be if I couldn't provide accoutrements for my human? Don't you worry yourself, luv. I've got this."
"You are not stealing all of this."
"Of course not. I'm paying for it with Anya's credit card."
That made him blink. "How did you get Anya's credit card?"
"Told her I'd tell Giles where she lived if she didn't finance our vacation."
"Um, Spike? How do you know where she lives?"
"Well, we keep in touch, don't we? Exchange recipes and all." Spike gave him an angelic smile. Which scared him right down to his toes. "Anyways, it's all paid for, right? That's all you need to know. Oooh, look. Neon vibrating 'nightsticks'."
Xander looked. Ouch. "No Spike. And could you keep your voice down? I'm sure it's patently obvious to Bubba the soprano that we're a couple, but I'd like to keep my ass un-kicked, so don't rub his nose in it, okay?"
"Piffle."
"What's a piffle? And what the Hell is that?" He couldn't see what Spike picked up, let alone how he had a hand free to pick anything up, but he wanted approval on all purchases.
"Wind up toy. Non-invasive silliness. I want one."
It was indeed a wind-up toy. Of the non-sex toy variety. The box showed a picture of a tiny penis with feet, that hopped when you wound it up. It was called Hopalong Peter. Oh god. Xander could just see what Spike would do with something like that.
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