A Consort's Holiday
Part Thirteen
Without separating their bodies, Xander backed Spike out onto the dance floor. Once there neither moved.
Spike waited to see what Xander would do next. Xander enjoyed the command and control he had over Spike and over the situation.
After a few moments Xander slowly started moving his hips. With his right leg firmly planted between Spikes legs and his hand still on Spike's ass Xander began grinding and rolling his hips slowly. He would lift his thigh periodically pressing tightly against Spike's balls.
The grip required Spike to move with him, crotch to crotch, both men hard and aching.
Spike placed his hands on Xander's hips and copied his movements exactly. The tempo of the music picked up as
Xander's hips shimmied and pumped.
The other dancers around them were getting off on watching what they knew would only heat up more.
All observers prayed the song would not come to a climax before the dancers did.
Losing himself now to the boom boom of the beat of the music and the feel of the smaller man up against him, Xander continued to move obscenely in a manner more fitting to a male strip show.
The only thing missing was the pole.
Or not.
Running his thumb nail deeply up the back seam of Spike's jeans caused Spike's hole to automatically flex in search
of the hand so temptingly near.
Inhaling, Spike reveled in the male musky smell of his overheated, sweaty, aroused consort. Jesus it was erotic!
Finally releasing his iron grip, Xander turned Spike around in his arms and pulled his ass flat back against Xander's
crotch without ever losing the rhythm.
Lowering his lips to Spike's ear, Xander kept his voice low knowing Spike's vampire hearing would catch every word.
"Want me to make you cum in your pants? Right here in front of everyone. Want me to rub you, work your cock till
you can't hold back any more? Then let me hold you up while you shoot your wad and empty your balls?"
Spike just whimpered. They had played lots of games, and he always liked it when Xander played the dominate
one, but he had never known him to be like this.
Spike was so turned on at this point he would have allowed Xander to strip him naked and put bows in his hair
and call him Sally right there on the dance floor.
Anything as long as he got him off.
Knowing they were being watched was a bonus. The more carried away they got the more the other dancers gave off
the heavy fog of arousal. The air was so thick with it Spike could taste it on his tongue.
He licked his lips and was able to force out only one word. "Please."
Xander slid both hands around Spike's chest and let his fingers roam down the tight rippling stomach. When he
reached the top button of Spike's jeans he easily popped it open.
Slipping his hand down the front he didn't have to go far to feel the head of Spike's cock stretching up like a sunflower
searching for the heat of the sun.
Xander's hips continued to grind and pump as his left hand lowered to cup Spike's balls on the outside of his pants
and his right hand dipped deeper to stroke the rigid cock that was now wet from anticipation.
Resting his forehead on the back of Spike's blond head, Xander continued to talk him off.
"Fuck you feel good. So hard and wet. Can you feel my cock pressed against your ass? God I want to pull off your
pants and bend you over right here. I'd spit on your hole just enough to wet it but it would still hurt.
Burn and tear when I shove my big hard cock deep inside you. Just like we're dancing, I'd keep moving. Slapping my heavy balls against your ass."
Spike stumbled, having lost the ability to keep time to the music. His legs were weak and shaky. He could no longer smell or feel the people around him. All he knew was his cock and the hot rough hand that was stroking it.
Several other dancers had pressed their bodies against him hoping to share in the sex only to be pushed aside as
the next one joined in.
Finally he could hold off no longer. Sensing it was time, Xander jerked back the side of the collar on Spike's t-shirt and clamped his human teeth sharply into Spike's neck, breaking the skin.
Covering Xander's hand with his own, Spike pressed both hands and his cock tight against his body and let his orgasm
rush through him and into his pants.
The sight caused more than one of the others around them to follow. Xander held tight to Spike to keep him from
collapsing to the floor as he licked the dribbles of blood from his skin.
As the after shocks eased, Spike regained his senses and leaned back against the man he loved. To the sound of
thundering applause the music ended and the couple left the floor.
"Christ Xan, that was amazing! But what about you?" Spike wagged his eyebrows. "Something I can do for you?"
Xander pulled the front of his pants open and wrinkled his nose. "No need. All taken care of. Give me about fifteen minutes to trade clothes back with Jake and we can be on our way."
Peering into the front of Xander's jeans Spike stepped back. "He might not want those back, Love."
"Oh no. It's cool. He promised me my money back if I came in them."
Xander went in search of Jake and Spike went to the bar for another beer.
All in all a good time was had by everyone.
Part Fourteen
With both men wiped, swiped, and back in the car they were happily again on the road.
"That was a bit of all right, yeah?" Spike was again piloting the vacation vehicle toward the designated destination.
Xander sighed, eyes glazed over. "Yeah, that was great. We're gonna have to that again"
Then, just a quickly, Xander's face took on a more stern look. Facing Spike his shook his finger at the vampire.
"But that's it. No more distractions. We locate a motel and get a good days rest then tomorrow night we make New Mexico! No if's and's or, well o.k., maybe a little bit of butt."
Spike carefully checked his expression then plastered on a strained smile. "Absolutely, Pet. Looking forward to it."
Turning his face away, Spike gazed out his side window and rolled his eyes in an exasperated move.
"What the hell was that?"
Spike turned quickly to face his very unhappy consort.
"What was what?' He just knew he couldn't have been caught. No way could Xander have seen him.
"Let me ask you something Spike. How much did you actually know about making a consort before you stuck your plaque covered fangs in my creamy innocent neck?"
Spike sucked his teeth and tried to remember if he had brought the floss when Xander's words finally soaked in.
"Not a lot, but I was trying to save your in debt ass from Kermit's pickle green pricks. Besides, saving your meal for
later isn't something a vampire usually does. Why?"
Spike was rapidly becoming irritated with Xander's ungrateful accusations and unappreciative tone.
"Because my cohort in crime if you weren't so obtuse - and yes I know what that means - you would have noticed
that we are starting to share each others feelings and thoughts and it is getting stronger each time you bite me."
Xander was sitting with his arms crossed and waited for the little tidbit of information to register.
"In fact right now I am picking up total confusion and stupidity from you. Something not entirely new."
Searching his feelings was something Spike usually gave every effort to avoiding. He did, however, notice an odd
foreign sensation tickling the back of his mind.
That combined with the memories of the recent occasions that Xander seemed to be able to read his mind, it all fell
into place.
Facing his companion, Spikes eyes lit up reflecting his pleasure at the connection. "Wow! You're right I can feel it. I can tell what you.... Hey! I resent that."
Xander conjured up the most unflattering mental visual he could come up with involving a vampire and his sire. He then jerked his head in Spike's direction. The visual slammed into his brain.
"Hey! I'll have you know Peaches and I never had that type of relationship. Besides I don't even think you can do that with a catfish!"
Xander smirked till the full color badly scripted movie started playing behind his eyes. Screaming, Xander began slapping himself in the forehead. "NO NO!! Not Willow! Make it stop! Make it stop!"
With a self satisfied snort Spike ended the story. Before he had thechance to revel in his victory, Xander reached over and soundly slapped him in the back of the head.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Spike retaliated. Returning the head smack he then instantly pulled his hand back and aiming his pointer finger less than an inch from Xander's nose to end the argument. "Enough! I am the Master here and don't you forget it! Mind your place, Pet"
Xander bit the finger.
Spike screamed and all four hands engaged in a flurry of slapfest. The steering wheel forgotten, the car careened across three lanes of traffic.
Semi trucks swerved and cars slammed on their brakes. A motorcycle, taking advantage of it's smaller size slipped precariously between a tour bus and a BMW. Coffee flew, cell phones dropped and horns blasted.
Totally oblivious to it all, Spike and Xander continued to tussle and grab held back only by the seatbelts still buckled in place. Skidding off the road the car ran onto the berm, into a field and came to rest on the carcass of a raccoon road kill.
The jostling of the car crash brought both men to their senses. "Shit! Are you o.k., Xan?'
Quickly checking himself for injuries, Xander relaxed. "Yeah, nothing damaged. Jesus, I'm sorry Spike. I don't know
what came over me."
Greatly relieved that his consort was unharmed, Spike placed his hand on Xander's knee. "I'm sorry too, Love. I guess it was just the shock of feeling the connection."
Slowly Spike's hand started rubbing up Xander's thigh. Xander shuddered. "Holy Shit! Can you feel that? It's like double horny."
The shocked look on Spike's face was all the confirmation Xander needed. Spike threw the car into gear and squealing the tires, maneuvered around the collisions littering the highway.
"Find a room Spike! Find it NOW!"
Part Fifteen
The pickins were slim and the desperation high. It was an unfortunate combination that led them to pull off the main highway in search of the nearest motel.
Spike was getting frantic as Xander tortured him with thoughts of handcuffs covered in monkey fur and daffodil bulbs.
Finally they came to a small residential and business area which obviously catered to weary travelers. Both sides of the road were lined with gas stations, convenience stores, restaurants, and, at long fucking last, a tacky low budget motel. One with a large sign advertising hourly rates and soundproof rooms.
Without looking up and in response to no verbalized question, Xander answered immediately. "No way, Spike. That place just screams bed bugs."
Due to the jumbled combination of lusty thoughts and images bombarding him, Spike's brain was so fried he was no longer sending or receiving any coherent messages.
For now his cock was in control. It held the reigns, sailed the boat, gripped the wheel, stoked the fires, engineered the train to dickville.
A situation Spike was usually more than happy to go with. At the same time his patience was wearing very thin.
Finally, just as total panic threatened to overcome him, Spike spotted a Holiday inn looming promisingly off in the distance.
"Almost there, Pet. Don't worry, I'll get us there quick as I can. It's just up the street. Look's good, huh? Not bad. Fairly clean. Lots of rooms. Probably got a lounge. Comfy beds. Nearly there......"
"Ah, Spike, actually, I'm kinda hungry. Mind if we stop at the pancake house first?"
"WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE??"
Spike shook with the need to control himself. He was far too upset at the injustice of it all to check Xander's face or thoughts for what the hell was going on in his pea brain. All he could tell was that Xander would not be swayed.
Still assuming he could reason with the boy, Spike pulled into the parking lot of the purveyor of doughy delights, slammed the gearshift into "P" and turned to his beloved Consort. "Look, Love." But it was too late.
Xander had already leaped from the car and was trotting towards the door in search of a bountiful breakfast.
Slamming the car door and cussing a blue streak, Spike followed. Inside he found Xander waiting patiently by the "Welcome. Please wait to be seated" sign.
Crossing his arms in a huff, Spike decided to punish Xander with silence. Granted, it was an extreme measure, but
he had done all a vamp could do.
That's when he first noticed it.
It felt like just the tiniest tip of tongue tickling his testes. Spike twitched.
Searching Xander's face for confirmation Spike received only a brief wink in return. That was more than enough.
"WE NEED A SEAT HERE!!"
The waitress flew out of the back room and grabbed two menus. "Sorry, I didn't hear anyone come in. Booth or table?"
"Booth" Spike's voice cracked like a prepubescent teenage boy.
Xander followed the two towards the back of the restaurant looking, for all the world as though he were bored beyond belief.
Just before reaching their seat, he ran a mental tongue up the crack of Spike's mental ass. Leaping a foot off the ground Spike squealed and plastered his hand on the seat of his pants.
"You o.k. mister?" The waitress laid down the menus and backed away.
Spike cleared his throat and attempted to regain his composure.
"Just fine thank you. Now, bring coffee. That's a good girl. Off with you." He shoed her away with his hands and sat down to wait. He suddenly decided that, yes indeedy, breakfast was an excellent idea.
Part Sixteen
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 irritible.
"Look Xan, I don't know what you are trying to do, but it.....OUCH!"
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 no results.
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
do more.
"How the fuck do you do that?" Spike was being bested by a human and by God he wanted answers.
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 than once." 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 pure heat.
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 struggling vampire.
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" smile
The hands continue to stroke as the faceless humans roughly manhandled, abused, and shoved apart his legs. 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 spine deliciously.
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 violent 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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