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A Consort's Holiday

TITLE: A Consort's Holiday 1/26
AUTHOR: BmblBee
PARING: S/X
RATING : Very Adult
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in
this story and make no money
off anything including
any products named.
SUMMARY: This story is a follow-up to
"What Happens In Vegas"
The newly mated couple decide
to take a little holiday. It is
not necessary to have read
"Vegas" first, but it may help.
Comedy.




Spike impatiently stuck his head into the doorway of the
bedroom.
"Aren't you done packing yet? I really wanted to hit the
road by night fall."

Spike himself had taken all of two hours to pack the few items
he cared enough to take with them.
Black pants, black shirts, lube and most of the sex toys his
lovely Consort had so thoughtfully purchased for them.

A few had to be left behind (snicker). Some due to overuse.
Some due to improper use. Who knew you couldn't use any
type of substance containing alum for lube.

Spike shook his head at the odd memory. He had never seen
anything pucker up and slam shut like Xander's ass hole.
By the time they had pried the plug loose it had been squeezed,
pummeled and twisted into an unrecognizable shape.
Shame that. Really was a nice plug.

Dropping into a chair to wait, Spike looked around him.
He had only been in the apartment a few months when
Xander had shown up at the Starfish and changed his world.

Although the furniture and accessories were his, he couldn't
have cared less.

He was more than happy to leave everything behind.
In fact it had all worked out for the best. The landlord had
willingly accepted everything in exchange for the bathroom
sink somehow being torn off the wall and the suspicious
stains on the carpets as well as the footprints on ceiling of
the bedroom.

Didn't matter. He had more important issues to deal with.
He was a vampire for God's sake.
A vampire with a Consort to care for.
A Consort who was about to get his ass kicked if he didn't
get a move on.

Opening the door, Xander flung three suitcases out into the
front room.
"Yea, almost done. You sure you don't want to go beat the
shit out of Kermit for video taping our mating? That really
was sleazy."
Xander stood with his hands on his hips.

He felt like he should act at least a little insulted.
Luckily he knew his vampire well enough to know Spike
was thrilled that some of his best stuff could be seen by
millions. Xander himself had been secretly checking
YouTube regularly.

Because of that he was confident Spike would not speak to
Kermit.
A good thing too considering Xander had confronted the
green demon the next day and walked away with a
large sum of money and the promise of more if they ever
wished to do a repeat.
Xander was horrified, insulted, outraged! Intrigued.

He did, however, take Kermit's card and jotted down
his cell phone number. Just in case.

"Nay, not important, Love. But you are right. He really is
disgusting. Don't want you ever speaking to that slime again."
Especially since Spike had gone to see him and collected
not only a tidy fee, but a copy of the tape and autographed
a couple stills for him to post on e-bay.

Xander returned to the bedroom and the last suitcase.
Peeking in, Spike could see him standing with his back
to the doorway bent over the bed and frantically folding
and stuffing in the remainder of his things.

"So, you given any thought to where you want to go on
this little holiday? After all, it is a honeymoon of sorts."
Xander called out to his impatient vamp.

Spike slowly and silently slithered into the bedroom where
Xander was finishing his packing.

Using all of his vampire cunning, he approached without
making a sound. It was just about time his human Consort
learned what a dangerous creature he had aligned himself
with.
His clothes had been shed in the livingroom and his cock
was hard and eager.

Quietly he approached, stopping only when his cock was
a fraction on an inch from the jeans clad ass of his lover.
Spike stood stock still, reveling in the body heat given off
by Xander.
He was a vamp with a plan.

A sneer slipped onto his face as his hands reached for
Xander's hips.
He almost felt sorry for this poor unsuspecting mortal.
He had no chance for escape.

Spike would show no mercy.
He would use his vampire strength to rip the jeans down
and plunder the booty before his innocent Consort knew
what hit him.

Just as he was about to launch in to his evil plan, Xander
handed a large bottle of lube over his shoulder.
"Use plenty, my ass is still sore from the three times last night."
and he continued folding his favorite flowered shirt.

Spike burst into a huge grin. "Will do, Pet."

Quickly popping the snap and lowering the zipper on
Xander's pants, Spike tugged them down and lifting one
foot at a time, removed them from the target area.

Still crouched behind, Spike ran his smooth slender fingers
up the muscular shape of Xander calves.
He had wonderful legs. Legs that could run hard, climb
hills, and still have the strength to hold themselves
locked around Spike's waist while he pounded deep in
that perfect wrinkled hole.

Xander continued to ignore Spike's initial explorations.
He was learning a lot about his vampire, and one of the things
he knew was that it was important to Spike that Xander
be totally satisfied each time.

If Xander pretended to be bored, Spike would kick his
effort up a notch.
It was pretty much a win win situation.
Xander smiled.

"I hope this isn't going to take you long, Spike. I still have
a lot to finish up before we leave."
Yawning loudly he flexed his back.
"Really should have gotten more sleep last night."

Spike ran his hands up to feel the corded tendons in the
backs of Xander's bent knees. and up the powerful coarse
haired thighs.

Twisting the flowered shirt in his fists, Xander knew he
could not keep up the annoyed pretense much longer.
Snickering, Spike knew it too.

Suddenly stopping, Spike poked his head through
Xander's legs and raised up till he was wearing Xander's
sac like a hat.

Tilting his head back, Spike let Xander's balls rest on
his forehead.
"So you think you can squeeze me into your.......
busy schedule?"
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