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Gangsters

TITLE: Gangsters
S/X do Bonnie & Clyde 18/20

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Overall NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named
in this story and have no relationship to the original movie.
Summary: This story was written for the movie challenge at UX.
It is my take on Spike and Xander in Bonnie and Clyde.

Warnings include violence, bad language and strong M/M sexual content.





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During the long hour that he sat there, Xander's anger melted away,
dropping low on the horizon with the setting sun. By the time Spike came
out, his sleeves rolled up and wiping his hands on a towel, Xander was
quiet and contemplative.

"How is he?"

Spike dropped down beside his lover and reached over to hold his hand.

"I don't know. We got the bullet out and he finally passed out which made
it a lot easier. He's lost a lot of blood, ain't no telling how much he got left
in him. Timothy used a needle and thread to sew it up and I guess now we
just wait. Tomorrow, first light, he's going in town to get some supplies.
I'm sorry, Love, but we are going to have to hold up here for a few days."

Xander intertwined his fingers with Spike's and he gripped them tightly.

"It's o.k, Spike. Wasn't nowhere we was aiming to go anyway."


The two men had sat quietly together on the cracked, warped porch step
and watched the sun set in the west. Everything had been done for Buck
that could be done and Lucy had agreed to sit with him during the night
and check for fever. Spike had held on tightly to Xander's hand, hoping
his boy wouldn't get angry enough to leave him over this.

"Xan....."

"It's o.k, Spike. I know he's your brother and you can't leave him in this
shape and fact is, I ain't about to leave you. So, I reckon we's just here."

Spike nodded his appreciation and relief but when he opened his mouth to
speak, all that came out was an exhausted yawn. Xander laughed and
threw his arm around his gangster's shoulder and pulled him close.

"I almost hate to ask, but where are we sleeping? I sure hope like hell
that we aren't sharing a bed with Farmer Pierce or Lucy."

Spike snorted in disgust.

"Nope. You and I got the hay loft in the barn. It ain't much, but it's
private and it gives us a vantage point to see down the road in case
anyone comes."

Xander's full, cupid's bow lips turned upward.

"Just you an me, huh?"

Spike winked. He stood up and held out his hand for Xander to join him.

"You and me and a couple of wool horse blankets. Whadda ya say?"

Xander stretched out the stiffness in his back and his legs and he then
accepted the offered hand. Together, the two men walked toward the
barn as though they hadn't a care in the world. When they entered,
Xander inhaled the deep earthy smell of grain, straw and livestock. It
was good, honest and comforting.

They then climbed the ladder to the shelf-like loft where they spread a
couple of scratchy blankets out over the thick layer of hay and they laid
down on their stomachs to gaze out into the dark sky of twinkling stars.
It seemed as though they were perched high in the clouds, far above
all the drama and trauma of the world below.

"So what do we do now, Spike? Is the money all gone?"

Spike rolled over on his back and stared up at the huge barn beams.

"Not all, but when Buck is strong enough, we'll divide up the rest four ways
and to be honest, it ain't gonna be enough for me to keep my promise to you."

Xander again felt his temper flair. He wanted to scream his outrage at the
concept that even 1/4 of the remaining money should go to the stupid, crazy
bitch that had caused them all this trouble, but Xander was tired of fighting.
He loved Spike too much and his little inner voice told him they didn't have
even one extra minute to waste on bickering, so with a sigh of resignation,
Xander flopped over on his side and faced his gangster lover.

"Well, I can't say as how I figure that's right, but it is what it is. I guess
that means we do another job but this time it's just you and me. O.K?"

Spike threw his arms around his partner and pulled him close. He planted
a cool, light kiss on the soft, pillowy lips and he pressed their bodies against
each other.

"Just you and me, Xan. Always. Together till we are old and gray. Now,
we can continue to talk business or we can make love. What will it be?"

Xander frowned and pretended to think it over. With a chuckle, Spike
began the task of tugging Xander's shirt out of his britches. After
unbuttoning it, he ran his thin, almost feminine fingers across the warm,
tan expanse of Xander's chest. Every inch of Xander's skin felt like a raw
nerve and a shudder ran through him causing his cock to twitch and fill.

Xander moaned. "Fuck, that feels good."

Spike leaned over and flicked his tongue across first one nipple then the
other. As he did, he squirmed around till his smaller body blanketed Xander's.
He then stopped and looked up.

"I think I'll fuck you, Xander. Yep, I think I'll shove my pecker so deep into
your body that you'll taste me in the back of your throat and this time you
don't have to be quiet. In fact, I want to fuck you till you scream my name.
I want to fuck you so hard your ass will hurt every time you sit down. I want
your butt to squeeze my dick till it squirts and you shit cum for two days."

Xander whooped and laughed, not exactly the reaction Spike had hoped for.

"You might want to work on your sweet talk, Spike. But, yeah, I could use
a good reaming. I want to see what it feels like to be able to move and
touch you and look in your eyes when you fuck me but we need slick. You
ain't stickin' it in me without slick."

Spike grinned and pushed himself up till he sat, straddling Xander's upper legs
and he fished around in his trouser pocket where he pulled out a round tin with
the picture of a heifer cow on the front and the label that read, "Dr. Wesley's
miracle teat cure". He handed it to Xander and he quickly undressed.

Xander scowled and examined the tin.

"Udder salve? You want to fuck me with udder salve?"

Spike shrugged as he calmly went about scooping out a blob of the thick white
ointment and rubbing it between his palms. He then wrapped his fist around Xander
cock and began milking it expertly. Xander's head flopped back and he groaned.

"Mooooo!"

Spike chuckled and ran his hand up his own dick first his then his lover's. He
loved the difference in them. Xander's was thicker, fat, meaty, darker and the
head was spongy and purple. Spike's own cock was longer, thinner, light, pink
and the foreskin stretched higher, hooding it till desperation and urge poked
the tip up.

Xander ran his warm hands up Spike's thighs and he watched his man watch
him. Despite the cool night air, a heated rush shot through his body and
pooled in his balls as every inch of his skin tingled. Even the rough scratchy
horse blanket felt good as it dug into his back.

"Come on, Spike. You know what I want."

Spike smiled. He smeared more salve on his fingers and ran them between the
cheeks of Xander's ass. He watched the boy's face intently as his nail brushed
over the tight wrinkled opening. Xander jumped at the touch. His body
remembered the pain and the burn of being so full it hurt. He couldn't
wait to feel it again. His eyes grew wide as the anticipation, want and fear
churned in his stomach.

Spike coated the tight hole with salve and he sighed.

"That's mine, Xander. You're mine. Every inch of you belongs to me."

Xander reached down and pulled his cheeks open, giving is lover full
access to what both agreed was Spike's property.
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