TITLE: A Consort's Holiday 16/26
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.
Spike sat happily in the plaid plastic booth.waiting on
Patty's pancakes and Xander's perverse plans.
Durmming his fingers on the table and grinning like
a chicken eating pig shit, Spike tried to pick up something,
anything, from his patient partner.
For some bizarre reason all he could get was a constant
replaying of "It's A Small World After All" that looped
repeatedly in his brain.
Xander, however was taking great pains in unfolding his
napkin and placing it over his knees.
The coffee arrived. Nothing was said
Breakfast was ordered.
No conversation passed between them.
Spike was quickly getting antsy and irratible.
"Look Xan, I don't know what you are trying to do,
The pinch to his left nut was sharp and totally unexpected.
Xander continued to fuss with his silverware,
never looking up or responding.
Spike in turn attempted to send a similar message with
Straining and concentrating brought only a look of
constipation to Spike's face.
He quickly realized that although he could transmit his
feelings and thoughts he was unable, like Xander to
"How the fuck do you do that?"
Spike was being bested by a human and by God he
By now Patty, the princess of pancakes, had brought their
breakfast and Xander was happily chowing down.
Between bites Xander pointed his fork in Spike's face and
smugly proceeded to make small circles with it just
inches from Spike's nose.
"Imagination my circulatory deprived friend. While you
and the slayer were relying on strength, Willow on
magic and Angel on his totally lucious yet repulsive ass,
I nurtured and developed an award winning imagination.
One, I might add, that you have benefited from more
And he took another bite while all that sank in.
Just as Spike lifted his finger to respond he felt the
front of his snug jeans ripple.
It felt to all the world like someone had taken their
hand and just lightly massaged the button fly .
Xander took a drink of his coffee.
Spike slightly spread his legs and slid down comfortably
in the seat waiting to see what would come next.
His cock plumped fat in anticipation.
The next feeling was one not so much of touch but of
Spike gripped the edge of the table as the hot wet
sensation engulfed him.
Xander popped a slice of bacon in his mouth.
The next rush overwhelmed him.
Spike stared at his crotch.
It still could not believe there was nothing there.
Xander had sent the grasp of at least six hands and
the mental image of three people pleasing a restrained
Spike's eyes snapped up to Xander's face and his
mouth dropped open in astonishment.
Xander slid the last bite of pancake around his plate to
sop up the remaining syrup.
Unconsciously Spike began rocking, humping and
whimpering in his seat catching the attention of other
patrons sitting near them
Assuming he was mentally challenged, they looked
at Xander with sympathy and concern.
Xander shrugged and conjured up his best "poor me"
The hands continue to stroke as the faceless humans
roughly manhandled, abused, and shoved apart
Spike gasped and shuddered.
Xander dapped his mouth with a paper napkin.
One hand slapped his ass as another inserted two
fingers in his dry hole. The pain in his ass shot up his
Finally the pressure on his prostate combined with the
lips and hands alternating on his cock took its toll.
Grabbing and cracking the table, Spike slammed
his forehead down onto his plate and shuddered as
a voilent climax rushed through his body.
After a few minutes he slumped down into his seat.
He then stood on shaky uncertain legs.
"I'll be stepping outside for a smoke, Love."
Xander threw his arm over the back of the booth seat
and sucked his teeth.
"No problem. I think I'll have another cup of coffee
then we can head to the Holiday Inn and find a room."
Patty brought the check.
Xander paid the bill.
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