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Wishes and Wants

Title: Wishes and Wants.
6/21

Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Very NC17!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, products or articles
mentioned in this story and gain no monetary profit from it.

Willow and Buffy are feeling guilty about their fake gift and are concerned
they haven't heard from Xander in days. When they check on him, they
find him with Spike. In shock, they decide to do a real spell to give their
friend his hearts desire, hoping he will dump Spike.

Warning: This story is a pointless, spornographic bit of fantasy, fluff and
sex. The author does NOT endorse the bizarre sexual techniques or
situations this story contains. (O.k., some of them are......never mind)




As always, full credit to the talented Petxnd who brings puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.



Spike put his hands on his hips and looked around in disgust.
"So this is the fabulous shoe store that I keep hearing so much about."

Xander nodded.
"Yep, This is it. I have ended up here more times than I care to count.
For years I spent horrendous hours of agony sitting here while my Mom
shoved her 111/2 wides into size 9 mediums. After that, Willow and
Buffy started dragging me here for pretty much the same reason."

Cautiously Spike wandered over to one of the shelves and picked up
a black patent leather Mary Jane. He waved it in Xander's direction
and snickered.
"What do you think, Pet? Would this go with my duster?"

Chuckling, Xander turned to reply but before he had the chance, the
curtain that hung over the passway to the back storeroom snapped
back. Startled, Spike immediately went into game face and charged
forward placing himself between the intruder and his Xander.

The clerk, a scrawny, middle aged man in corduroy trousers, a white
shirt and a very wide tie, was unfazed. He calmly approached as
though two naked men standing in his shop was the everyday norm.
"Good evening Gentlemen. I'm Melvin. How may I help you?"

When he spotted the shoe Spike still unknowingly held in his hand,
the clerk squealed happily, clapping his hands together and taking
a moment to push the large horn rimmed glasses up on his nose.

"OH! You have selected the Mary Jane! Well, well, aren't you just
the man of fashion."

He then giggled unattractively and, placing a hand on Spike's elbow,
led him to a row of connected chairs that had suddenly appeared at
the side of the shop. Somewhat confused, Spike sat. Xander sighed
he knew this routine well. He sat too.

Before disappearing behind the curtain, Melvin waggled a finger at both
men in warning.
"Now you two sit there and wait. I will be right back and I can guarantee
I will have exactly what you need."
And he was gone.

Spike looked at Xander and began to hoist himself up out of the chair.
"That's it, Pet, we're outta here."

Xander placed a hand on Spike's arm.
"Sit down Spike. That's not the way it works. For whatever reason we
ended up here, I know for a fact that you can't leave till you find the perfect
shoe. It's like a law of the universe. Dire things will happen if you try."

Spike squinted at him suspiciously but sat anyway, just in case. Xander had
already stretched his legs out in front of him and began whistling. Spike had
to concede that the boy apparently had experience in this area of demonic
dimensions so he followed suit, scooting around uncomfortably as his bare
arse stuck to the cheap plastic chair.

Within minutes Melvin returned. His arms were piled high with shoe boxes
of every size, shape and color which he dropped unceremoniously at their feet.
Tumbling from his arms, the lids popped off and shoes spilled out everywhere.

Very quickly, he pulled up a small stool and sat in front of his customers.
He then reached under their seats and slid two foot rests out, placing Spike's
left foot on one and Xander's right foot on the other.

"Now, then, Mr. Scary faced vampire, let's try that black slip-on you
picked out. Shall we? Hmmmmm?"

Before Spike could protest, Melvin picked up his foot and caressed it.
He ran his lotiony smooth, uncalloused hand down the ankle and softly cupped
the heel. Spike was startled at how good that felt and he relaxed into his
chair. Xander recognized that expression and he knew it would be a long
day. Crossing his arms in disgust, Xander snorted, catching Melvin's attention.

"Oh, don't worry, Grumpy, you will be next. I have a sandal that is just to
die for with your name on it."

Spike snarled and gnashed his teeth.
"HEY! I think we were working on a Mary Jane here!"

Melvin chuckled happily and returned to his vampire customer. He ran his
hand over the underside of Spike's foot, slightly squeezing the center and
pressing his thumb deeply into the pad below the row of waiting toes. He
then lightly ran his thumb nail up the length of the arch.

Spike sighed and slumped further down. Melvin then slid the shoe sensually
over Spike's slim foot causing it to encase and hug him like a firm grip around
a half hard erection. Spike squirmed. Xander scowled. Melvin tapped the
bottom of the shoe firmly and Spike's dick jumped.

"Now you just see how that feels for a bit and I will look after your impatient
cuddle toy here."

After a wink and a quick blown kiss, Melvin dove into the mountain of shoes
spread around the floor and pulled out a sandal made of leather and wood
by Earth Spirit. A brand highly touted by Willow.

Melvin slipped it over Xander's foot, allowing the shoe's heel to snap sharply
against his skin. It was a surprising move that sent a shiver through Xander's
body, settling in his groin.

Before Xander had the chance to speak, Melvin mock scolded him.
"It's a SANDAL, Mister, wiggle those toes and see how they feel."

When he did as ordered, Xander's eyes popped open wide and he gasp.
"Oh, GOD! It feels WONDERFUL! I want these shoes!"

Each movement of his toes sent waves of joy and happiness up his inner
thighs and zinging into a cock that was suddenly rock hard.
It was just about the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He was stunned
to think he had ignored those ten little pleasure points all these years and
he swore to explore them further.

"Hey! I want sandals too!"
Spike stared first at Xander's cock, then his feet, then back at his now twitching
dripping dick. Xander's face held a dopy, goofy grin.
"Yeah, do his toes too."

Melvin immediately grabbed both men's shoes and yanked them off. Then,
before they could protest, he ran his fingers between each of their toes and
he clamped down. Both men went rigid in their tacky, green plastic chairs.

Xander grunted. His head tipped back and his eyes went closed as he
reached for his cock. Spike remained unsure until Melvin made his move.
With a strength Spike wouldn't have believed possible in those feminine
fingers, Melvin snapped his hand forward, causing each of Spike's toes
to crack loudly.

"Oh, Fuck, yes! Again, do it again!"
Spike grabbed and stroked his cock roughly as Melvin smiled and did
as he was told. Being ambidextrous, as all good shoe salesmen are,
Melvin worked, stroked, tugged and massaged each man's foot while
they unashamedly did the same to their own, and occasionally, each others
cocks. Each little piggy went to market, had roast beef and squealed
ALL the way home.

Xander threw his free leg over the armrest and scooped his balls, sliding
his fingers underneath himself. Spike watched, copying the move and
sharing in the euphoria with his lover as Melvin continued to manipulate
their feet in obscene ways they never knew possible.

Spike continued to try to hold back the rush of pleasure that warmed
his crotch and sizzled in his spine. Finally, when the need grew too great,
he reached over and ran his hand up the inside of Xander's thigh, prodding
his lover's sac with his thumb.

It was like pulling the trigger. Immediately, Xander's eyes rolled back, he
grunted and his cock began shooting thick, pearly wads of warm cum
directly onto Melvin's smiling face.

Spike jerked forward and followed suit. Covering the complacent clerk in
cool spurts of cum that dripped off the end of his nose and stained his stripped
neck tie.

When both men were spent and limp, they slumped bonelessly in their chairs
while Melvin jumped to his feet and began stacking up shoe boxes happily.

"Well, I believe that will do it for you two. Glad I could be of service.
Please come again and see me for all you foot needs."

And with that, Melvin disappeared into the back room and Spike and
Xander were alone.

"What the fuck, Spike?"
"Haven't a clue, Pet. Haven't a clue."
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