RATING : Very Adult
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SUMMARY: This story is a follow-up to
"What Happens In Vegas"
The newly mated couple decide
to take a little holiday.
Xander stretched and rolled over in the big bed.
They had checked in early and proceeded to
take full advantage of the facilities.
The blow jobs in the shower.
The rimming Spike gave as Xander leaned out the window,
and of course who could forget the way Spike's toes
actually touched the bed over his head.
Impressive as hell.
Gotta love a flexible vampire.
And he did. Several times.
Thinking it over Xander was really surprised by the fact
that he was in no way freaking out.
Everything between them had happened so quickly,
starting in Vegas, solidifying in Kermit's outer office, and
progressing to here.
Certainly seemed like there should be freakage, but...nope.
Propping himself up on an elbow, Xander examined the
face of the man in the bed next to him.
Spike was all the things Xander couldn't stand.
Snarky, rude, scheming, arrogant, and selfserving.
He was also the only two things Xander required.
Faithful and loving.
It made all the other qualities not only tolerable but
kind of appealing.
He knew sometime soon he would have to contact
Willow and let her in on his new status. When he
did, she, in turn, would tell the others.
It was not something he was looking forward to.
But it was also not something that brought him too
He had spent his whole life worried about what others
thought of him. Now he only cared about one.
And he knew exactly what Spike thought.
Thanks to the blood and the security of the bond.
It was more than a marriage.
It wasn't about til death cause even that wouldn't
It tied them together in a way a simple gold band
Xander knew his friends loved him like a brother.
He loved them like family.
But Spike was his all.
And that was enough.
From the looks of the light framing the outside of the
curtain, Xander knew it was still too early to rise.
Stifling another yawn he rolled over on his other side and
began wiggle scooting till his back fit securely against
Immediately the smaller stronger arm surrounded him
and pulled him close.
Xander closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
The next time he roused he knew it was dark out.
Just a few days ago he would have been harping at
Spike to get up and get moving, but somewhere along
the road he had come to realize that Spike was right.
Life wasn't about the destination.
It was about the journey along the way.
And so far this had been a hell of a journey.
Besides they were getting close. One more day's
traveling and they should be in New Mexico.
Spike had taken all this lightly but Xander knew
better. He had done his homework.
He could research when he wanted to.
He knew they would be arriving on the first night
of the full moon.
Better than that, it was a blue moon.
Second full moon of the month.
Aliens loved the full moon.
The National Enquirer said so.
Whenever they interviewed a couple from Brazil,
Yugoslavia, or Ohio that had been abducted, it was
always on a full moon.
The most persuasive testimony was from that 70 year
old woman in Toledo who had a high tech, other
worldly, tracking device microchip implanted in her
He kept the clipping.
Yup, all took place on a full moon.
Unknown to Spike, he had brought Preparation H.
Spike casually rolled over on his other side so Xander
would not see him snicker.
Too lost in his own thoughts and excitement, Xander
was not aware that Spike was already awake and
He really was crazy about that boy.
His unlife had hit a rut.
It was aimless and pointless till one day out of nowhere
came the last person he thought he would ever see again.
The sudden snapping around nearly gave him a wonderful
case of whiplash.
Just goes to prove that at any time in your life you never
know what is waiting around the corner.
It's always too soon to give up.
Xander was the best thing that ever happened to him
and he hated to see him disappointed. They would
make it to Roswell by morning.
How long would it take to realize there were no aliens?
Thank goodness he would have someone as understanding
as Spike to soften the blow.
He would comfort the boy and allow him to give Spike
a long luxurious blow job, perhaps in a bubble bath, no
wouldn't want the boy to drown, very inconvenient.
Spike's eyes popped open to see that he had entwined
himself around Xander's body and was actively humping
"For God's sake, Lassie, is Timmy down the fuckin'
Unashamed, Spike stretched and finally jumped from
Xander checked mentally - nope, he wasn't.
"Let's go. Up and at 'em. Quick shower. Quick wank,
and hit the road."
Spike was already waddling towards the bathroom, hand
over his ass to minimize the leakage.
Xander swelled with pride.
Xander swelled with the memory.
Xander just swelled.
Figuring he might as well take care of the problem while Spike
showered, he searched he floor for the lube.
Both men groaned and hardened with the shared zing of
mutual masturbation They whispered to each other, their
voices separated by feet and walls, seemed just inches
The endearments made easier by the space between them,
each gave from the heart.
Xander could almost feel the pounding of the water as
Spike relaxed back on Xander's pillow.
By the point of climax, it was no longer clear whose
hands and fingers were where. Neither could tell what
was real and what was imagined.
Both got off.
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