"I
swear to all that is unholy, I will never listen to you again!"
"Spike,
come on! How was I supposed to know visiting Deadboy during
our
vacation would end like this!!
"How
`bout , `cause I bloody well TOLD you it was gonna happen!?"
"Shhh!
Lower your voice! We're supposed to be all covert right
now."
Xander rolled his eyes heavenward before turning back toward
the unhappy
blonde. "Fine! You were right! Satisfied?"
"About
time you realized it, isn't it?" Spike stuck his lip out into
the pout he
knew his lover could never resist. "Just wanted you all
to myself
for a little while, luv. Finally got you away from Slutty
and the
gang and now we're stuck doing recon for the great poufter
himself!"
The
brunette edged his way toward Spike on the narrow walkway. "I'm
sorry,
baby. I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Promise?"
Just a little more lip…
"Guh!
Yes! Now put that thing away before I'm tempted to screw up
the whole
mission by taking you right here."
Gotcha!
"Take
me here, pet? Never knew you liked theater that much!" The
vampire ran
his fingers over his lover's chest and down toward the
already
hardening cock hiding behind a pair of baggy cargo pants.
"Spike!"
Xander quickly looked around to take in their
surroundings.
"Aw fuck it!"
"No,
luv, fuck me."
And then it
was a mad rush. Hands everywhere. Clothes being pulled
down and
pushed aside. Lips and tongues battling for control. A
quick lick.
A fleeting touch. A harsh grip on hard flesh. And
finally…
the sweet bliss of hot, tight ass around thick, hard cock.
"God…
yes!" Barely a whisper from Xander trying to make sure they
were not
caught. Thrusting back and neary dying of pleasure from the
friction
against his prostate. "Spike…Fuck!"
"Mmm
yeah, Xan… feel so good. Bloody hell you've got a great ass!"
A few more
quick thrusts and then… heaven. Or as close as either man
was likely
to ever see.
"I
cannot believe we just did that!" Xander was trying to control
his
breathing while pulling up his pants and straightening his shirt.
"Fuckin'
unbelievable rush, wasn't it?" Spike leaned over and kissed
the mortal
gently. "Not knowing if some one is gonna look up and
spot us
goin' at it."
Xander
smiled and pulled his lover close to him. "My sex life was so
boring
before I found you. I love you, Spike."
"Love
you too, Nummy."
As the
couple held on to each other, basking in the love and sexual
satisfaction
that surrounded them, the support on which they were
standing
began to shake.
"Umm…Spike?"
"Yeah,
luv?"
"This
is not good!"
They looked
into each other's eyes and grasped on to the hand rails
as the
floor dropped out from under them.
"Aaagh!"
"Bloody
fucking hell!"
*CRASH*
The sound
of feet rushing up to them. Shouts to call 911. Hands
checking
for broken bones.
A female
voice. A very pissed female voice.
"Xander?
Spike?!"
"Uh…
hiya Cordy."
"How
ya doing, Princess?"
"What
the *hell* are you two doing here?!"
"Would
you believe that we just wanted to see if any famous people
were going
to be here?"
"Not a
chance in hell, Xan." Cordelia helped the men to their feet
and, after
reassuring her cast mates that the couple was okay, ushered
them to her
dressing room. "Now, tell me what's really going on?"
"Promise
not to be too angry?" Xander had felt `the wrath of the
Prom Queen'
before and he was hoping to avoid it at all costs.
"Xander…"
There was the look. The boy wilted and hid behind his
lover.
"Oh
bloody hell! The gel-king just wanted us to watch you and make
sure no up
and coming young actor tried to horn in on his precious
princess."
And there
was the vein. The one that stood out ever-so-slightly from
the seer's
temple when she had reached her limit.
"You
go back and tell Angel that if I EVER find out he has sent spies
out to
check up on me again, I'll…. I'll toss his ass on the couch
for the
next month!!!"
Backing
toward the door, Xander stuttered, "S…sure Cordy. No more
spying.
Couch. A whole month. We'll make sure to tell him!"
Grabbing
his lover by the arm, Xander made for a hasty retreat.
"Oh…
and boys?"
Both
stopped dead in their tracks and peered over their shoulders.
"Yeah,
Princess?" Even Spike was a little scared of Cordelia.
"Don't
even *think* you two are off the hook." The young
seer/actress
smirked at the men before her. "You will have to pay
for that
catwalk you wrecked."
END