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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.
Checking in proved profitable, as Spike's flirting with the big-haired girl behind the desk netted them a free room upgrade. To a superior deluxe palace tower room™. It had a jacuzzi. And marble-floored showers with glass doors. Now they didn't have to sneak into the spa after hours to use that lube. Come to think of it, the desk girl kind of reminded him of Harmony. He didn't have time to fully appreciate the lobby, or the really cool ceiling in the hallway they went through, because Spike was starting to do that sunshine on my shoulder makes me burst into flames walk. He had a finely developed vampire sense of impending sunrise, Xander knew, and wanted to fix the curtains up properly before the main event.
The room was huge. It had an immense king sized bed with a little sitting area beyond it, and a little black wet bar at one end. He'd have to keep Spike away from that. Xander rummaged in his bag and pulled out his handy dandy roll of duct tape. He handed it to Spike and went about exploring the rest of the room. He wandered into the bathroom, which was bigger than his old basement apartment, and assessed the whirlpool bath. Oh yeah, just the right size. That wasn't what really got him though.
"Hey Spike, you've got to come see this!"
The rather shrill strains of "Whistle While you Work" broke off, and Spike hollered, "Give me half a minute. Almost done."
Chuckling madly, Xander slipped out of sight into the toilet area, literally a water closet, and waited for Spike to come through the door.
"Pet? Xan? Where'd you go?" Once Spike walked all the way into the bath area and turned a full circle looking for him, Xander popped out of the toilet, waving the handset of the courtesy phone he'd found inside.
"It's for you, Spike."
"Gah!" Spike backpedaled right into the whirlpool, and went ass over teakettle, legs kicking wildly. Xander lost it, laughing until tears ran down his cheeks, gasping and wheezing for breath. Spike looked like a very pissed off black and red turtle.
"Serves you right," he said when he could speak again. "Gets you back for Algernon. And for waking me up like you did. And anything else you might do to me this weekend." Watching Spike fumble around to get out of the tub sent him off into further gales, and he laughed until his knees gave out and he sank to the floor holding his tummy.
"You," Spike said in a very deliberate voice, "are a menace."
"Mhhmmmm, bwahahahaha."
"Where did you come from anyway?"
Still letting out the occasional giggle, Xander pointed over his shoulder. "The toilet. It's in there."
"There was a phone in the loo?" At Xander's nod, Spike grinned. "Well, that's when you know you've arrived isn't it? So how about we fire this bathtub up and give it a go?"
He took the proffered hand and let Spike yank him to his feet. He managed to put the phone back, even with Spike plastered up against him nibbling his neck, and started dragging them back into the bedroom. "As soon as you feed me, from room service, which you will pay for with Anya's credit card, we can do just that."
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