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Rating: NC17 (barely)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike and Xander celebrate a centennial.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. Ficlet. Written in response to The Batpack Centennial Celebration Fanfic Challenge.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.



Shades of Grey Award for Best Slash Pairing Comedy/Fluff

One Hundred Minutes


by
Spikedluv



Hot and sweaty, Xander rolled off his lover and sprawled on his back. “Wow,” he groaned, as he stretched aching muscles. “That’s one way to stop fighting.”

“We fought,” Spike argued.

“Yeah, but...that was a different kind of fighting,” Xander moaned, getting tingly just thinking about it.

“How long has it been?” Spike asked.

Xander didn’t want to move. He tilted his head just enough to be able to see the clock on his bedside table. “One hour...and...forty minutes,” he said.

“Huh,” Spike grunted. “I could’ve gone longer.”

“I don’t think so,” Xander muttered.

“Could too,” Spike argued, just for the sake of arguing.

“Let me think,” Xander said, and pretended to think. “Who was it going, ‘God, I can’t wait, fuck me now, Xander!’?” Xander repeated in a falsetto.

“I don’t sound like that!” Spike said, swatting at him. Xander caught his hand and pulled it to his lips, placing a kiss on the palm. “‘Sides, I just said that ‘cause I knew you were ready to burst.”

Xander laughed, and then bit Spike’s finger.

“Oi!” Spike yelled, and then groaned as Xander sucked on the offended digit. “One hundred...minutes. That’s like...a milestone, right?” Spike asked between moans as Xander sucked and licked his fingers.

“No, that would be one hundred years,” Xander said.

“Years schmeres,” Spike said. “For what you were doing with your mouth, I think we should celebrate the one hundred minutes.”

“I thought we were celebrating the not-fighting for one hundred minutes,” Xander said.

“To-may-to, to-ma-to,” Spike replied. “You can celebrate the not-fighting, I want to celebrate that thing you did with your tongue.”

“Hmm,” Xander grinned. “Yeah, you really seemed to like that.”

“Cor, yeah,” Spike hissed.

“What did you have in mind?” Xander asked, nibbling his way up Spike’s arm.

Spike rolled onto Xander and kissed him breathless, then slid down his body, placing open mouthed kisses until he reached Xander’s groin, which had already started to perk up. He licked a stripe up Xander’s penis, and then took the head into his mouth, tasting the boy’s essence as he cleaned it from him.

“Oh!” Xander gasped, sliding his fingers into Spike’s hair. “Good idea!”



The End









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