*****

~Damn~

It seemed like every time he turned around, he was getting stuck with Spike, and needless to say, Xander Harris wasn't all that thrilled with the situation.

Xander was currently pacing back and forth through the small and cramped space of his basement bedroom, waiting for his unwelcome houseguest to arrive.

~Next thing you know, the pain in the ass will be trying to move in permanently~

Xander stopped his irate stomping around when he caught his reflection in the large mirror attached to the exposed wall-beam across the room. The brown-haired young man staring back into his brown eyes shook his shaggy head at Xander.

"How the hell do I get myself into these things?"

The Xander in the mirror didn't have an answer, so it turned and stomped off out of view when someone started banging on the basement door.

Xander turned and quickly stomped across the room. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the doorknob and jerked the door open just as Spike was about to bang on the door again. Spike's hand met the space where the scared and ugly black door had been, and continued past. Off balance, Spike tumbled forward down the last two steps and collided with Xander. His momentum and heavy baggage sprawled both young men on the cold cement floor.

"Spike GET OFF!" Xander yelled, forgetting that he had just been about to tell Spike to stop making so much noise. "And stop making so much racket, do you want my parents to come down here and find you?" he hissed into the surprised vampire's face.

"Cor, whelp, wot's your problem? And how's you figure you can tell me to be quiet, when you're the one doing all the yelling?" Spike snapped back, sending a few small flecks of spittle into the teen's face.

Xander blinked up at the vampire, "Spike," he said in a quietly controlled tone, "Get off of me, now please."

The vampire smirked down into Xander's face. "Make me twerp," he drawled and then decided to mess with Xander's head a bit. Pushing the two large duffle bags lying across his back away, Spike quickly grabbed Xander's wrist when he tried to shove the vampire off.

They began to struggle in earnest, rolling across the cold floor, bumping and banging into things as they wrestled for the upper hand. So far, Xander's parents hadn't responded to their son's yelling, but the sound of the door being suddenly slammed against the wall by a strong gust of wind, before it bounced back to slam closed hard enough to rattle the window, combined with the struggling bundle of limbs crashing into the small stand where Xander's black and white television sat, sending it crashing to the floor, was enough to penetrate the heavy layer of drunkenness the Harris' had already managed to fall into sometime just after sunset.

Both wrestlers froze as they heard footstep pounding toward the door at the top of the stairs.

"Oh shit, Spike, now you done it," Xander hissed, trying once more to unsuccessfully buck the vampire off.

"Alexander LaVelle Harris!" his father bellowed down into the dimly lit space,

"whastshever you jusht broke, ya paying for out of your next scheck, boy. And quit making all that fuckin snoise, ya lil basshta." The rest of Mr. Harris' mumbled insults were cut off as he slammed the door and stomped away.

During this drunken tirade, Spike and Xander hadn't moved an inch. Spike was still stretched out on top of Xander, his pale hands gripped Xander's wrist above the boy's head.

Xander growled and tried to scrabble free, the movement shifting their legs in a way that one of Spike's wound up wedged between Xander's thighs as he subdued the boy again.

"Now, now, pet, ask nicely," Spike grinned down into Xander's scowling face.

"Nicely," Xander said, "okay, Spike, here's nice for you. If you don't get the fuck off me right now, the minute you fall asleep in the chair you're going to be tied to, I'm going to roll your pasty little ass right out the door and leave you for the sun."

Spike blinked in shock.

"Was that nice enough for you. or would you like me to try again, I'm almost certain I could do better, you're giving me loads of inspiration, now get the fuck off."

Spike immediately rolled way from Xander, avoiding the smashed glass from the broken television. He toed what looked like half of an old and dust coated tube with the toe of his scuffed, black doc martins as he rose to his feet and turned his back on Xander.

"The least you could've done was offered to help me up, and you're paying for the t.v. asshole."

"Offer to help you up?" Spike asked in astonishment, "why on earth would I do that for, ya lil wanker?" he laughed as he moved to retrieve his luggage.

"Um, possibly because it's your fault I'm down here in the first place, or maybe because it's my room you're moving into... Xander stopped talking. He continued to watch the vampire move about his room, while he replayed the words he'd just spoken, over again in his head.

~It's my room you moving into moving into MOVING IN? NO!~

"Wh-what are you doing?" Xander asked as he rose to his feet and dusted his baggy brown cargo pants off. He made an effectual attempt at smoothing the short-sleeved off-white shirt with the large butterfly collar, psychedelic buttons, and double-stitching blaring brightly from the seams.

Spike was at the boy's dresser, methodically stuffing wads of clothing into which ever drawer he could make them fit.

"Wot's it look like I'm doing, pet? I'm putting me things away I am," Spike said without turning around.

"No, no, don't do that," Xander said, rushing across the room and grabbing the vampire by his lean shoulders.

"In a minute, pet, just let me finish this," Spike said, brushing Xander off as easily as you would a fly or pesky bug.

"No, Spike, not in a minute, now. You can't put that stuff there, why do you have all this stuff anyway; you're only going to be here for the night... right?" Xander wasn't so sure anymore as he watched the vampire toss the empty duffle bag into a nearby corner and reach for the other one.

Xander tried to grab Spike's wrist, but Spike slipped away and around him, heading for the space Xander used as a closet. Xander ran behind the vampire and clamped his hand on Spike's shoulder, and using a bit more force, spun the other man around to face him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Spike," Xander asked again in growing frustration. He'd only agreed to house the vampire for one night, and one night only. Xander couldn't believe his worst nightmare was coming true.

"Look whelp, I don't like this anymore than you do, but the old poof's house-guest decided to extend her visit and I've pretty much got no place else to go."

"The cemetery?"

"Oh, you're cute Harris, real cute," Spike snapped as he finished unloading his things and shoving them into the boy's closet.

When he'd put away all of his belongings, Spike turned around to survey the basement. Xander moved away in a mild daze and collapsed across his bed. He lay staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was all a bad dream and he'd wake up sometime soon.

~Really, really soon~

He realized he wasn't dreaming as Spike flopped down beside him on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Xan-pet,"

"Hmm," Xander responded absently, and Spike let a little smile flicker across his mouth.

"What are we looking at?"

"My future."

"Xan-pet, there's nothing up there," Spike told the boy.

"Exactly," Xander said with finality.

Spike frowned. He didn't like hearing this kind of talk from his Xan-pet.

~It's a good thing I decided to move in, gotta keep an eye on my nummy-treat, I do~

Spike rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, so he could look down into Xander's blank face.

"Well, what now?" Spike asked.

"Whadda ya mean, what now?"

"What are we going to do now, I'm missing Passions, cuz you broke the teli, I'm bored."

"I didn't break it, you broke it,"

"No, you did, it was your ass as hit the table leg,"

"It was not..."

Spike cut him off, "was too, this isn't what I had in mind as a form of alternate entertainment," Spike grinned.

"Spike,"

"Yeah, pet?"

"Just shut up."

*****
Part 2:

Xander stared at the cracked door to the small bathroom on the other side of the basement. He shook his head at the sound of Spike singing some Billy Idol song over the sound of the running shower. Moving across to the larger side of the basement, Xander grabbed the large all-purpose utility broom and finally began to sweep up the remains of the shattered television.

Xander had made Spike gather up the majority of larger pieces, which the vampire stuffed into one of his discarded duffle bags with the promise to get rid of as soon as the sunset the next evening, he was just too damn tired to do it now. So now, Xander was busy sweeping up what remained, and adding it to the duffle bag sitting in the corner near the door.

Once he'd finished sweeping, Xander stored the broom away and moved back into his shoe-box-sized side of the dank space beneath the Harris home. Looking around, Xander realized that Spike had been right, with the T.V. broken, there wasn't much to do except, either read, go to bed, or talk; and right now Xander didn't want to talk, especially not to Spike.

Since he hadn't had his shower yet, Xander decided to read while waiting for Spike to finish. He walked over to the small shelf where he kept the few books he owned. Xander tripped over the strap of the first duffle bag, and swore under his breath as he thought about the vampire in his shower. Xander marched over to the slanted door and snapped at Spike, "don't use up all the hot water either," before turning away.

An evil grin suddenly graced his darkly handsome face as Xander spotted a discarded coil of rope nearby. Deciding to get a little of his own back Xander grabbed the rope and carried it over to the decrepit old recliner, where he intended to make Spike spend the night. Grabbing a thin ratty blanket from an old box, Xander dumped it on the chair and then arranged the rope on top.

He stood back to admire his handy work and nodded as he decided he liked the way it looked. Somewhat satisfied, Xander moved over to the shelf and grabbed a book, which he carried back to the bed. Just as he was about to flop down the sound of the water being shut off alerted him that Spike had finally finished his shower and would soon be getting out.

Xander tossed the book on top of the chair and moved over to the dresser for a change of clothes. He ground his teeth together as the difficult drawer finally came free, spewing the content all over the floor. Muttering, Xander bent down and started picking everything up.

~~~~~
POV: Spike
~~~~~

In the shower, Spike was congratulating himself on his progress thus far.

Spike had developed an interest in the dark-haired boy the first time he laid eyes on Xander. His interest and curiosity continued to grow with the infrequent glimpses into Xander's complexity. Spike often wondered how the idiots around the boy could miss the glaring and obvious intelligence lurking in the depths of those intense dark eyes and goofy lopsided smile. Spike could see it clearly, despite the fronts and false pretenses the boy created and wore like a cloak, hiding the real Xander Harris from the eyes of the people who claimed to be his friends.

~Can't be much of any kind of friends if the blasted fucks don't see what's right in front of their snobbish little noses~

The vampire had been forced to keep his cards hidden rather close to his breast in order to keep everyone from discovering his true feelings. Spike wasn't sure where Xander stood on certain things, but he was pretty certain of the narrow-mindedness of the other scoobies. More likely than not, they would have used the information against Spike to make his already somewhat lonely and miserable life more so.

Pretending he couldn't stand the mortal had been fairly easy as well; it only required the vampire to redirect his disgust and anger at his perceived rivals, toward the object of his desire.

Timing had always been against Spike up until now. Xander had still been in high school when the vampire first arrived on the scene in Sunnydale, CA. then; there had been the boy's irrational and long-standing infatuation with the slayer, Buffy Summers. Then followed the doomed relationship with the selfish and superficial bint, Cordelia Chase.

~I'd love to chase that silly Chase bitch right off the edge of a cliff, unworthy git~

Spike recalled the hell and torture Cordelia had put his Xan-pet through, when she caught Willow and Xander kissing, and their secret little fling came out. Spike could clearly see that Xander had been crushed by both events, but had continued to hold back.

Then his hesitation lost him his chance with Xander, to Anya, the ex-vengeance demon, who gave seemed to give the boy everything he thought he wanted - all the sex he could handle. When Xander had realized that he wanted more in and from a relationship, things with his girlfriend quickly fell apart.

Spike was glad that particular obstacle was no longer something he had to worry about getting around. Keeping his gloating to a minimum hadn't been the easiest thing for the arrogant bleached-blonde terror, when Anya had walked out and left Xander single. For the taking, his taking, and Spike was making his move. Finally.

He knew it wasn't likely to last. Spike knew that once Xander got over his anger and started speaking to the scoobies again, it would come out that Spike had lied about the extended visit of Giles' house-guest. Spike didn't let it bother him, too much anyway, figuring that by then, it wouldn't matter anymore and Xander would be his. And if it didn't, oh well.

Remembering Xander's request that he not use up all the hot water, Spike reached out and reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out. Grabbing a towel and quickly drying himself, Spike pulled the door open, letting out a cloud of steam, as he started across the basement, drying himself as he went.

~~~~~

"Nice view, pet," Spike said from somewhere behind him, and Xander jerked himself to an upright position, or at least he tried to; the open drawer above his head prevented him from rising all the way as the back of Xander's head smacked solidly into it, rocking the entire dresser back against the wall.

Spike let out a howl of laughter and fell into the chair holding his hand over his mouth. His laughter died as a puzzled look came over his face, furrowing his smooth brow. Reaching under him Spike pulled out the book and rope.

"What's this, pet, wanna play tie up with Spike, hmmm?" Spike leered at Xander.

"The book's for you to try and muddle your way through, sorry, no Jane Dick an' Spot,"

"You know if you say that really fast..."

"And," Xander continued, raising his voice slightly over Spike, "that's the rope I'm going to use to tie you to the chair," Xander finished as he grabbed a handful of clothes from the floor and stalked off toward the bathroom.

Spike looked at the rope in one hand and the book in the other.

"Like hell mate," he muttered as he threw the rope across the room and started to do the same with the book. The title brought him up short.

~The auto-biography of Eric Von Helsing, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire? Oh ya gotta be fuckin' kidding~

At first Spike was indignant, but then his curiosity about what the egomaniacal old fart had to say, made him open the book. After a few minutes Spike gave up trying to find a comfortable position in the chair and eyed the bed.

"Why the hell not?" he asked himself as got up to move over to the bed, tossing the damp towel back toward the chair as he stretched his lean frame on the bed, he briefly considered putting on some clothes but quickly forgot the idea as he glanced down at the open book again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing now?" Xander asked. He'd returned from his shower to find a naked Spike lounging in his bed, reading of all things.

~This is too-three-four-fucking-much~

"Wot's it look like, reading innit?" Spike told him then went back to his reading.

"I can see that bleach-boy, I mean, what are you doing in my bed, naked?"

Spike looked down at himself and realized he'd still yet to bother with any clothing after his shower, and figured since he was about to go to bed anyway, what difference did it make?

"It makes a lot of difference dummy; for one thing, you're NOT sleeping in my bed. You're sleeping in that chair."

"Yeah right, and the other?"

"What other?"

"Xander," Spike said in a patiently mocking tone as he marked his place in the book with his finger and sat up. "When you start off a sentence with, 'For one thing,' there has to be more things afterward."

He grinned as Xander opened his mouth then snapped it closed hard enough to make his teeth clack together loudly in the ensuing silence.

"And, I'm not sleeping in that bloody chair," Spike told him then opened the book, pointedly ignoring Xander.

"Fine," Xander said, giving up all hope of anything working out in his favor. He moved further into the room's light and Spike burst out laughing.

"Oh, bloody 'ell whelp, what the devil are you wearing?"

Spike continued to laugh as Xander tugged self-consciously on his Transformer pajamas. Xander glared at him and moved around to the other side of the bed.

"They were a gag-gift from Anya, she caught me watching Saturday morning cartoons," Xander snapped then jerked the blankets up and threw them over Spike.

"Hey, watch it twit," Spike snapped back, throwing the blankets back over Xander's head as he sat down on the edge of the bed and prepared to stretch out. Xander cast another dark glare in Spike's direction. He flopped back into the pillow with a put-upon sigh and pulled the covers up under his chin.

"Stay on top of the blankets."

Then he turned his back on the vampire and closed his eyes.

~~~~~
POV: Spike
~~~~~

Xander mumbled in his sleep and rolled against the cool body next to him. It felt nice, a body sleeping next to him restored his sleeping sense of security, and Xander pressed himself closer, snuggling his back firmly against Spike's side.

Spike twitched awake, the book falling to the floor with a soft thump. He looked around the room and remembered that he was with his nummy-treat. Spike smiled to himself as he reached over to turn off the small lamp on the crates near the bed.

Lying back with his hands behind his head, Spike stared at the ceiling and sighed in content. Something swirled through his head and down his spine as he inhaled and sighed again. The sensation went straight to his groin as he realized the 'something' flooding through him, every time he took an unnecessary breath through his nose, was Xander.

Xander's scent, deodorant soap and shampoo, mild perspiration and fabric softener, and the deeper, headier chocolate-tinged musk. All working together to drown Spike in eroticism.

Spike raised his head, looking down his torso as the head of his penis started nosing up towards his belly.

"Why fancy meetin' you here," he grinned as his cock continued to lengthen. When the slightly pinkish head of his pale organ was almost to his navel, Spike moved one hand from behind his head and reached down to stroke himself lightly.

Spike freed his other hand and let his head fall back into the pillow as he closed his eyes and began to toy with his nipples, imagining the fingers were rougher, thicker, warmer - Xander's. A soft moan escaped his slightly parted lips as Spike wrapped his fingers around his now hardened cock and began to slide the skin back and forth over the head, tightening the skin of the head as he stroked his fist down to his base.

His movements were slow and languid as Spike continued to pleasure himself, forgetting for the moment that Xander was really there, in the room with him and not a fantasy in his mind.

Even though Spike's movements hadn't been intense enough to disturb the bed, or the sleeping form next to him, his elbow bumping against Xander's back with a growing frequency were. Moving his hand back and forth across his chest to pay equally growing attention his stiff nipples had caused Spike to bump Xander awake, and he was so lost the sensations he imagined Xander were gracing him with, he hadn't realized he'd been nudging the teen.

~~~~~
POV: Xander
~~~~~

Xander turned over sleepily, about to say something scathing and froze, suddenly unable to move or think in the face of the intense jack-off session taking place right in his own bed. He lay mesmerized as he watched the vampire stroke himself. Spike was beautiful lying there, exposed like that, and Xander wanted to reach out and stroke the pale naked limbs gleaming in the soft light from the streetlamps filtering through the drawn shade on the window over the bed.

The thought that he should be totally grossed out and having some kind of fit crossed Xander's mind; briefly. Xander tried to gather his dazzled thoughts once more, his dark eyes tracked Spike's hand and his pink tongue stole across his lips as his breathing increased at the heat suddenly burning in his chest. Xander struggled to get more oxygen to his brain, panting shallowly while watching Spike slowly stroke his pale erection.

The burning in his chest moved down through his sternum and into his stomach, causing it to flutter as if he'd just gone over the next straight drop on some intense rollercoaster ride. He felt himself start to harden and tent the baggy pajamas.

Unable to move, Xander continued to track the movements of pale hands, fingers rolling pink nipples; wrapped lovingly around the vampire's stiff phallus. Spike's hand slid up the length of the shaft and stopped just below the flared glands, before letting his thumb caress the rose colored flesh, smearing the pearl of pre-cum, and then sliding back down to the base. Xander dragged in another shallow breath as the vampire's hand made contact with the fine bush of dark blonde pubic hairs.

Drowning in his needy desire and intense fantasy of feeling Xander's burning hot skin against him, Spike moaned again and tossed his head. His blue eyes fluttered open and locked on Xander's - Spike's hooded and spiraling with lust, Xander's saucer-wide in fascination.

"Wanna join me pet?" Spike whispered and Xander tore his eyes away from the vampire's hooded.

"So not gay here Spike," Xander croaked weakly.

"Oh," Spike whispered, and he turned his attention back to what he was doing.

"Are you gonna be at that long? I'm sleepy, and the sooner you're done abusing yourself the sooner I can get back to sleep.

Spike locked his intense gaze on Xander's, "Xan-pet I'd be much quicker and it'd definitely be more fun if you lent a hand or a moth or maybe even..."

"In your dreams, Spike", Xander said, his voice fading into a sigh.

"Xan,"

"What?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Why? Why do you always ask me that Spike?"

"Maybe because I'm interested," he said, never taking his eyes from what he was doing.

Two pair of eyes watched Spike's long-fingered, pale hand slide slowly up the length of his stiff erection. Xander closed his eyes as he cock twitched and drooled against his belly in sympathy as Spike toyed the tip of a nail along the edge of his slit.

"N-no-nothing..." Xander finally managed to get out.

"Really," Spike asked as he rolled toward the boy and bumped his cool body against Xander. His tone wasn't at all questioning as he stared into Xander's wide eyes.

"...no, I mean yes, nothing..." Xander trailed off as Spike's head moved closer to his. He could feel Spike's surprisingly warm breath on his face as he stared up, mesmerized by the intensity of the vampire's blue eyes.

Spike smiled softly as he leaned his head the slightest bit closer, brushing his lips over Xander's smooth cheek. Xander shivered, but Spike noticed the boy didn't try and move away. Emboldened, Spike leaned forward again, this time brushing his lips in the opposite direction, stopping just at the edge of Xander's mouth.

A small whimper escaped into the air as Spike moved his head away. He looked down into Xander's brown eyes, becoming mesmerized himself by their liquid-like shimmer. Acting on his need for the heat burning so closely to him, into him, Spike gently pulled the covers away and pressed the full length of his hard body against Xander's; sliding one leg over and between Xander's legs.

Xander couldn't believe this was happening to him, he didn't believe it was happening as he shifted to accommodate Spike's corded thigh between his - flabbergasted that he wasn't totally grossed out the way he thought he should be.

Xander didn't have much leisure to examine these thoughts as Spike lowered his head. Xander found himself turning to meet the vampire's lips with his own, opening his mouth for the softly probing tongue, and then wondering where that funny noise was coming from as Spike licked circles just inside lips, brushing Xander's teeth occasionally with small forays in to tickle the roof of the boy's open mouth.

Spike's hand roved over Xander's pajama clad torso, gently popping the four large buttons off the pajama top so he could brush it open and expose Xander's hard chest. Slowly and methodically, while continuing to kiss Xander dizzy and breathless; Spike got the boy out of the baggy pajamas.

Xander squirmed against the hard coolness pressing into him as Spike leaned down and kissed him again. Trying to get more of the sensation all over his skin, he reached up and gripped Spike's shoulders, pulling at him, and Spike slid on top of Xander. Their tongues slid back and forth, tangling around and against one another as their kissing got deeper and more intense.

~~~~~

Spike humped his hips forward rubbing the underside of their erections together, causing Xander to moan softly. Hands slid down his back, gripping and clutching with a minute desperation that seemed to grow as they reached his waist and hips.

Xander clutched at Spike's lean hips, whimpering into his mouth, while humping up against him and lodging their cocks side by side. It still wasn't enough, there needed to be more friction, and Xander wrapped his legs around the vampire's waist and squeezed Spike as close as he could.

"Aahh, Xan, I've been dying to do this since... since," Spike panted as he squirmed on top of Xander's muscular body. He couldn't get enough of the feel of Xander - moving so deliciously against him, beneath him, touching and stroking him - burning him up. Spike wanted that heat, wanted to feel it thaw him out, melt him down into a puddle of cool stickiness.

He wormed his way lower, moving down the length of Xander's body, his torso, where he stopped to tease the dusky brown nipples until Xander was clutching wildly in his short blonde waves. Spike tongued and kissed a slow trail down Xander's writhing length, sucking on his ribs and navel with greedy lips that drove Xander into fits of erratic little hiccup-breaths.

Sweat glistened on his limbs, making Xander feel cool, hot, slick, all at once. He didn't know how this was possible, that something he'd thought of as wrong, could feel so... sooo good.

"Oh, Spike, please," Xander husked got out in a guttural groan from the overwhelming sensation of Spike licking the head of his twitching phallus as if it were a popsicle.

Spike wrapped pale fingers around the dark cock twitching in his hand, his yellow-ringed eyes slid up the sweat-glistening length of quivering flesh. He pursed his lips, as if he were about to place the gentlest of kisses on the head of Xander's drooling cock, and Xander caught his breath when the vampire blew a stream of cool air across the head instead.

"Oh," Xander moaned again.

Spike swirled his tongue around the head, teasing it in past his pouted lips. His eyes never left Xander's, as the vampire slowly lowered his head and took the entire eight inches into his throat.

"Please," Xander hissed as Spike moved his mouth back up the shaft, tugging at the head with his puckered lips before letting it pop free.

Xander stared at Spike's pink lips, glistening with spit and his fluids and his heart pounded in his chest until he thought it would start to shake the entire bed.

"Please what, pet?" Spike whispered. His fingers released their light hold on Xander, to stroke through the curly pubic hairs, twining down to tickle the boy's squirming balls. Xander's mouth fell open but nothing came out.

"Please what?" Spike's mouth engulfed him again. Xander's hips bucked and he stuffed the end of the wadded sheet into his mouth with one hand, while the other twisted the bunched pajamas on the bed next to him. Spike freed the erection again.

"Stop, or," Spike's mouth engulfed Xander's burning rod again, dragging a whining whimper from the straining boy, "don't stop," Spike finished, freeing Xander once more.

Xander's eyes slitted open as the cool basement air caressed his heated skin when Spike rolled away. Frantically, Xander reached for Spike, "please, don't stop," he whispered hoarsely.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that pet," Spike whispered with intense emotion. He moved up to lay next to Xander, pulling him close.

Xander's eyes popped fully open, the words going through him like an electric shock, as Spike covered his mouth again and plundered. They rolled back and forth against each other, writhing and straining for more of the delicious friction.

Spike growled softly as he rolled Xander onto his back and pressed himself between Xander's spread legs. Xander's hands moved un-erringly to Spike's lean hips, gripping and clutching as they rocked and humped against each other.

"Oh gods, pet," Spike whimpered when he felt Xander grip his straining buttock in his sweaty palms.

Their movements became more and more intense, Xander bucking his hips up off the bed and grinding their slippery cocks together. Trying to control the boy's increasingly frantic movements, Spike slid his hands under Xander, cupping his ass as Xander's hips rolled back down to the mattress.

"Unngh," Xander panted as he felt Spike's cool, slim fingers slid between his cheeks and press against his pucker. He latched his mouth onto Spikes and kissed him ravenously.

Many minutes later, Xander whined again, through his soft pants, and whimpers, "Oh, shit, I-I, Spike, I'm cummiiiinnnng."

Spike's hips bucked frantically several times, and then a copious amount of cool cum spilled out to mingle with Xander's between their bellies.

With lazy movements, Spike used the discarded wad of Xander's pajamas to clean them up, and then he gathered the sluggish mortal to his un-beating heart. Dazed and content, Xander snuggled close to Spike's coolness, his eyes drifting closed as Spike gently stroked his sweat damp hair and purred against his ear.

~Tomorrow~ Xander told himself, ~I'll think about this tomorrow~ and his hand stole across Spike's body, sliding up the hard chest until Spike twined the fingers of his free hand with Xander's and they both allowed sleep to claim them.

*****
Part 3:

A creature of the night by nature, Spike hadn't been able to sleep, and it didn't help that Xander had. Spike lay on his side watching the boy sleep. He studied Xander's face, giddy with the freedom to do it up-close. Xander was simply beautiful, awake or asleep.

~Nah, he's cute when he's 'sleep. Aww, look my nummy's drooling~

Spike's bright blue eyes roamed the planes and shadows of Xander's face, the tumble of dark hair, and his dark brows were slightly furrowed in a small frown.

A strong feeling of tenderness washed through Spike as he gently reached out and brushed the tip of his finger ever so lightly along the shadows of the boy's lashes, traced down the bridge of his adorable nose and over its tip.

The heat of Xander's soft breath against his finger sent shivers through the vampire, and Spike tortured and teased himself with those simple pleasures until just before dawn when he forced himself to get out of the bed. He dressed quietly and slipped out of the basement with a possessive glint in his eye, at Xander tangled in the blankets.

~~~~~

Xander stirred awake as the basement door clicked softly shut. It was shortly before sunrise and knowing Xander's house wasn't safe during the day, Spike was most likely headed off to find someplace safer.

~The sewers, most likely~

Pulling the blankets tighter around him, Xander lay wrapped in their warmth staring up into the cool, semi-darkness; trying not to think. Thinking wasn't simply *not-of-the-good* in this case but outright BAD.

~If the Xan-man thinks, he's gonna think about Spike, wouldn't he? And, if the Xan-man thought about Spike, then he'd have to think about what Spike did~

"I don't want to think about that, no-no, not gonna think about what Spike did."

~And why doesn't the Xan-man what to think about that, hmmm? Why? Because then he'd have to remember; remember how good it felt, what Spike did. Soft. Wet. Cold-heat, and~

Xander flipped the blankets to the side just enough to expose his stirring erection. "I told you, not gonna think about that, no, definitely no *thinking*, not about Spike. Now, stop that, and go back to sleep," he muttered and glared at his growing erection. Jerking the blanket back over himself, Xander flopped back down into the pillows with a sigh.

~~~~~

Xander sat in the little booth staring out at the overcast sky. From what he could see, it looked like a storm might be brewing.

~Great, as if I don't have enough to deal with already?~

Xander hadn't counted on rain, so he hadn't taken an umbrella with him when he left the basement that morning. Xander's sole focus had been getting in and out of the shower, dressed and out of the house as quickly as he could.

Xander couldn't go home, didn't want to; Spike would be there and he still wasn't ready to deal with what had happened the night before. He couldn't ask Willow to do a un-invite spell because he wasn't talking to here at the moment. The same went for Buffy and Giles.

Xander sighed as he looked at the clock and noticed the time was nearing 5 pm - quitting time - "You don't gotta go home, but you got's to get the hell up outta here," - time.

He hadn't realized the time passing with its usual tedium. At the moment he was working in the local Photo-Mart processing numerous rolls of film, printing the pictures and laughing or shaking his head at what people were willing to do in front of a camera.

~Who told these clowns they were supermodels? Eww!~

Xander stuffed the last stack of 3x5, glossy color prints into the patented folio and tossed it in the sorting bin. Still not sure what he was going to do, he lingered as long as possible over closing the store. He'd developed a routine which normally had him heading out the door to meet up with his friends by 5:15 pm.

Xander had discovered that if he got started with the closing paperwork at 3:30, when his manager took off for his Happy Hour din-din, he could be finished by 4:30. Sweeping the floor and turning off the film processor were the last two things he did after counting and storing his cash drawer and daily receipts in the squat safe in the back office. The very last thing he did was to set the alarm and lock the door behind him on his way out.

He sat down on the tall stool and planted his elbows on the counter, settling his chin in his cupped palms with an exasperated sigh. He still hadn't decided what he was going to do after sitting there for another hour. He got up and went for the broom and started sweeping. Thirty minutes later he was starting to feel caged in the small two room establishment and tossed the broom back into the utility closet. He ambled from the back of the store and clicked the light-switch, plunging the shop into darkness before stuffing his hands into his deep front pockets and shouldering his way out the front door.

He wandered aimlessly along the more remote streets of Sunnydale, making sure he steered clear of Buffy's patrol radius. He wasn't sure what he might say if he ran into the slayer right now.

~~~~~

Fat raindrops splattering down on his head finally got Xander's attention several hours later. He stopped and blinked around, trying to figure out exactly where he was. It had gotten really dark without his paying attention and his visibility was next to nothing through the sudden downpour of cold rain.

Lightening flashed across the sky and Xander hastened toward the fuzzy outlines of what looked like a building under the brief flash of light. Forgetting to be concerned about possible dangers, Xander slipped down the narrow walk and sighed when he found the door leading into the building.

His sigh of relief turned to a grunt of disgust when he found the door locked. Xander moved quickly to the next building, the one after that and on for another five or six. He finally found a door at the end of the walk that opened with little or no force.

Muttering that if it weren't for the bleached-blunder he wouldn't be in this mess; soaked to the skin and shivering in the cold because he was too stubborn or afraid to go home.

"If the asshole had just kept his hands, and mouth, to himself..."

"Hmm, sound's like a lover's spat to me,"

His heart stuttered in his chest when he heard the voice and for a moment Xander was paralyzed. His paralysis didn't last long as he felt a clawed hand grip his shoulder harshly and spin him around.

Xander found himself face to face with one of strangest, and ridiculously scary vampires he'd come across in a while. At first sight it looked like a wizened old man, bony, too bony. The thing had ghoulish, mottled grey skin and wispy clumps of hair scattered across its head. The thing grinned at Xander, pulling his thin, cracked lips back to expose chipped and gnarly-looking yellow fangs. A streamer of saliva spooled from the corner of his mouth while the vampire ran his pasty tongue over his lips in anticipation.

"Eww - yuck! What have you been eating," Xander gasped as he was assaulted with putrid smells from the creature's breath washing over him.

That earned him a spinning blow to the head; tumbling him across the floor to slam against the door he'd just slammed behind him.

The vampire-bum's game-face rippled, making Xander's stomach roil in sick sympathy. The monster snickered madly, dancing around in an agitated little dance - flapping its bony arms and fluttering the filthy t-shirt with a picture of Jim Cary and the movie title, "Dumb and Dumber" on the chest. The pants were coated with filth and grime and who knew what-ever else.

"But that's the problem, you see, I ain et, not less you count the rats. I hate rats I hate Rats I HATE RATS!" the thing ranted manically as it continued to cavort and jerk-dance back and forth.

Xander scrabbled to his feet, hands groping behind him for the doorknob that would let him escape.

Luck still wasn't on his side.

The creature sensed what he was doing and reach out to clench his sharply clawed fingers in the boy's thin shirt. He jerked Xander away from the door and hissed in his face.

"Ya know how un-filling rats is? Very, ya know I jus et one ten minutes ago now I'm stah-ving agin," the crazed vampire said, then burst into another round of mad cackles.

He stopped laughing when he realized Xander wasn't laughing with him.

"Why you ain't laughing huh? Why why why? Ya posed to laugh boy laugh! I want a *Happy-meal*!... git it ya gits it?" the vampire cackled.

"A ha-happy meal? Delusional *much*? Sorry no can do. Nope, no Happy-meal for the loony vampuumphi-"

The creature howled and smashed Xander against the door with another angry blow. The blow's force and Xander's weight cracked and splintered the old rotting wood anchoring the hinges. The door tore lose and slammed to the wet pavement Sprawling Xander on his back.

"Ooww fuck!" he yelled as his head smacked against the thick wooden door. "Way to go Xan-man, just keep antagonized the demon until he knocks you down to death," Xander berated himself as he lay panting up in to the pouring rain and wishing the world would stop spinning.

"Or at least my head would stop now I'm starting to see things," Xander groaned as he blinked up at the hallucination of a wet and pissed-off Spike. He raised his hands and pressed them against the sides of his head.

"Xander, what the hell do you think you're doin," Spike snapped, "been looking all over the place for ya, I have." He reached down and grabbed one of Xander's wrists, pulling him to his feet and ignoring the howling vampire.

"MINE! He's mine, I saw him first I saw him first you can't take him away! That's the first Happy-meal I've seen in weeks, it walked right into me cubby you can't you can't it's not fair!"

Spike spared Xander a look of disapproval, "Thought you'd know better than to be in this part of town even during the day, ya hang around with the slayer, pet," the blonde vampire said to Xander disparagingly while shaking his head

The deranged vampire howled again, launching himself at Spike who quickly shoved Xander out of the way and let his demon free. Xander crashed into several empty metal drums, sending them rolling in several directions as Spike put on his game-face and met the charge before it got to far along. The two vampires crashed into one another with a loud, smack; filling the night air with awful snarling, growling and other painful noises as they rolled across the wet ground.

Xander struggled to his feet, eyes darting around frantically. He realized what he'd thought was a narrow street was actually an alley. An alley he was at the wrong end of; an alley with two homicidal blood-crazed lunatics between him and the other end.

Xander didn't know what to do - if he should be thankful Spike was there or curse his luck that he was. He stood watching as the two tried to gouge pummel and kick each other into ashes. He decided to be thankful, when with a roar, Spike surged to his feet. His game-face rippled and his eyes blazed amber/yellow. His fangs looking deadlier than Xander thought possible.

Spike had his clawed hands wrapped around the ghoul's neck, and for a moment Xander wondered if Spike were trying to strangle the creature - even he knew vampires didn't breathe!

His stomach did a sickening lurch when Spike's sharp nails tore into the mottled grey flesh. His hard pale fingers followed slowly, enlarging the ten holes.

The ghoul let out a piercing screech that turned into a bloody gurgle. The taloned hands beat ineffectually at Spike's bunched shoulders and biceps while blood streamed down, dripping from Spikes elbows and the creatures soaked shirt in pink rivulets.

The bony legs jerked in the air as Spike hauled the creature off the ground with another vicious roar and his fingers met at the spinal cord. With a sickening, twisting pop Spike tore the things head off. The body dropped to the ground in a growing pile of ash. The pile was quickly scattered and washed away when Spike turned and marched through it toward Xander angrily trying to dust his hands off.

Spike took a couple of deep anger calming breaths. When his features finally stopped flowing across his face, Spike gave Xander a hard amber-blue glare.

"We're gonna have a long chat about this, mate, soon's I get you home and out of those wet clothes," Spike snapped grabbing Xander by his raised wrist and dragging him out of the alley.

"Let go, Spike, I'm a big boy, I can walk on my own,"

"Didn 'look that way to me, pet," Spike growled back and kept on pulling Xander along. He couldn't believe how stupid his Xan-pet had been.

Xander knew better than to roam the streets of Sunnydale alone at night. He also knew better than to walk into dark alleys or abandon buildings - they almost always turned out to be vampire dens!

~What the hell was the whelp thinking?~

~~~~~

It was a good thing he'd gone out to look for the boy when Xander failed to show up after work.

After slipping away from that morning, Spike had high-tailed it down the closest man-hole and into the underground maze of sewer-tunnels where he could move about safe from the deadly rays of the sun.

Taking the twists and turns with familiar ease, Spike made his way to the tunnel that ran under the cemetery. There was a forgotten entrance to the tunnels he'd discovered by chance. It had been during his earlier day's terrorizing Sunnydale, he'd been hiding from the slayer in a large crypt.

It was there that he passed the day in sleep waiting for night to fall and Xander to return home from work. Spike curled up in the inside the overturned lid of a sarcophagus-like stone tomb and slept.

Spike had been watching Xander long enough to know when the boy got off work, what time he arrived at Giles shop and the exact location of the second hand on his watch when Xander shoved the gold-toned key in the door of his basement dwelling.

He expected Xander to be home early tonight since he knew the boy was angry at his friends. He hoped Xander stayed mad at them for a little while longer.

~~~~~

When Xander got pissed he yelled, when he got angry, he got quiet. Spike had heard Xander explain it to Willow once, that it was not good for him to say what was on his mind when he was that mad; Spike thought he understood.

The constant resistance to his pulling made Spike cast a glance back at his pet. Xander kept trying to dig his feet in and pull his wrist free. Xander glared back at him, not speaking. The sight of Xander at that moment lessened Spike's anger and stirred something else.

~How can I stay mad at the whelp when he looks like that?~

Spike's eyes traveled quickly over the soaked boy - Xander's hair was plastered to his skull like a dark glittery cap, clinging to his neck, ears and forehead. His nostrils were slightly flared and his lips were a hard little pout that did things to Spike in his water-logged jeans.

Spike tore his eyes away from Xander's lean body, emphasized by the wet material clinging so nicely in all the right places; making up for their loud colors that screamed -

"Hey! Here I am! Walking Happy-meal!"

If it hadn't been for that terribly loud canary-yellow/purple/black plaid shirt, Spike would have never spotted Xander scurrying into the alley with his shoulders hunched up around his ears.

Spike had gotten tired of trying to pace a hole in the basement's floor. He'd looked around and noticed Xander's parachute-sized umbrella propped in the corner and had gone looking for the boy when the rain started coming down hard.

He'd started in the obvious places; even though he was dead certain Xander wouldn't be with the other scoobies or anyplace he was likely to run into them. After wasting time doing that Spike started checking the places he wouldn't normally expect to find Xander.

He lost the umbrella someplace between here and there when a strong gust of wind caught the underside of the huge green and brown stripped parachute and tried to carry him away. Spike grabbed desperately at a lamp-pole as he was dragged backward. He let go of the cursed thing to keep from falling on his face.

He'd been getting wet for forty-five minutes before almost being blinded by the shirts rain muted colors.

Spike pulled himself from his thoughts as he stopped at the basement door. He shoved the door open and dragged Xander in out of the rain.

"Okay, fang jr. let GO now," Xander snapped jerking away from the surprised vampire. "Who the fuck do you think you are Spike? Don't you ever drag me around like I'm some stupid little kid!"

"Who do I think I am," Spike snapped back, slightly surprised by Xander getting up in his face. He stared into the hard brown eyes and pinched face and his own anger rose again.

Anger at Xander for almost getting himself killed. "I'll tell you who the fuck I know I am, Xander. I'm the man's just sav/ed your fucking life, what the hell were you doing there in the first place!?"

"Don't snarl at me you dick!" Xander snarled, "I can take care of myself you asshole." Xander turned and started to move away.

Suddenly furious Spike started after him trying to grab the boy. He let out a pained yell and crumpled to his knees.

Xander spun back at the sound. His anger washed out and was replaced by something else while he watched Spike rocking on his knees while clutching his head and moaning in pain.

Xander was instantly on his knees beside Spike. "Spike... the chip that damned chip."

His hands stroked the sleek dark waves plastered to Spike's head, they soothed at the tensely shaking shoulders as Spike leaned forward to press his head on the damp floor and curl in on himself.

"It's okay Spike, everything's-" Spike cut him off.

"Everything's not alright Xan, be thankful for that damned chip, it just saved you," Spike sobbed. He couldn't believe he'd reached for Xander in anger.

"Shhh, you're just all hyped up from the fighting with that ghouly guy, everything's just fine Spike, we're just fine." Xander told him, his hands never stilled their soothing and stroking.

~What am I doing? What am I saying?~

"Oh god's, pet," Spike moaned as he finally raised his head to look into Xander's wide brown eyes. Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and clung to him tightly for a moment before kissing him fiercely.

Xander went rigid when the cold arms circled him, then he just melted into Spike. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to meet Spike's when it delved into Xander's wet heat. Xander moaned as he leaned against Spike, deepening the kiss.

Spike's hands came to rest on his thighs, snaked up to his waist and pulled him down to straddle Spike's kneeling form. Spike wedged his knees between Xander's and settled the boy on his lap.

Little gasps escaped Xander as he was stroked along his shivering limbs. He ground his crotch into Spikes' making them both moan while Spike sucked and nipped at his lower lip.

Spike finally broke the kiss and leaned back so he could look into Xander's hooded eyes. His own were just as clouded with passion and lightly ringed with amber around the blue. He stared at Xander, into his swimming eyes, down at his swollen lower lip. Spike cupped Xander's wet ass and rocked up against him, making the brown eyes flutter closed and then Spike dipped in for another kiss.

"Xan," Spike murmured between kisses.

"Hmm," Xander murmured back.

"Pet, what were you thinking?" Spike still wanted to know what had been going through the boy's head when he dashed down that alleyway, hell he wanted to know why Xander hadn't come home to begin with.

Xander leaned back, his hands still fisted in the soggy material at Spike's shoulders. He frowned as if trying to pin down an elusive thought.

Spike's hands were still sliding up and down his back, sending shivers through him. Xander opened his mouth, "I - " something tickled his nose and he stopped.

"Yeh?"

Xander tried again, and Spike nodded encouragingly.

"I - iah - Acho!"

The unexpected sneeze surprised them both. Spike jerked back while Xander tried to turn his head to the side. Spike's hands made a small splash in the tiny puddle of rainwater they two now kneeled in.

"Gotta get you out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower, pet, can't have you catching cold now, can we?"

Spike's hands on his waist urged him to his feet, and Xander found himself face-to-face and lip-to-lip with Spike when he followed Xander to his feet and stole another kiss.

"No cold catching, right," Xander mumbled then yelped as Spike smacked him on the ass.

"That's for nearly giving me a heart-attack," Spike nodded into Xander's surprised face, "now get in the shower, whelp."

"Is that possible?"

"Xan-der, show-wer. Now," Spike growled at him.

Eyes wide and slightly dazed, Xander backed across the basement. He didn't take his eyes off Spike until he bumped into the doorframe and tripped over the door ceil. Spike grinned and finally turned away as Xander edged into the small bathroom and slanted the door closed.

Spike turned and kicked off his soggy boots and then peeled off his socks, the white cotton was stained by the run-off shoe polish he used on his doc martins.

Fingering the scar running through his eyebrow, Spike went to find a mop so he could clean up the floor. Once he was finished, he pulled off his black t-shirt and tossed it over one of the pipes running across the ceiling. Next he unbuttoned his black Levi's and peeled them off and hung those up to dry, as well.

Spike turned and put his fisted hands on his narrow hips, staring at the bathroom door.

It was slightly slanted open and steam wafted out towards him; Xander scented steam and Spike grinned as he started towards the source.

~~~~~

Just about the time Spike was slipping into the bathroom; across town Giles turned another page in the leather-bound book he was reading.

"Xander, could you bring me some tea," he called out without lifting his nose from the book.

Willow's fingers stopped tapping away at the laptop's keys and she looked around, "Buffy, where's Xander?" she called toward the backroom.

Buffy kept punching and kicking the practice-bag. "Isn't he out there?"

"Obviously not, nothing's gotten broken and it's been fairly quiet all night," Giles called back. Buffy stopped punching and looked toward the door.

"Well, I hope he's hasn't gone and gotten himself into trouble again. I really care about him, but I'm started to get tired of always having to save his ass."

"Buffy!" Willow was surprised, but she had to admit, they both had a point.

~~~~~

"Um, Spike, wh-what are you doing?"

"Taking a shower, pet," Spike told him as he stepped into the small steamy stall with Xander.

"Spike," Xander growled.

"Ooh, pet, do that again," Spike sighed as he pressed against Xander's naked back.

Xander turned to face Spike, their slick skin sliding salaciously. Their erections dueled as Spike cupped Xander's ass and pressed their groins closer.

"Spike," Xander whimpered.

"Hmm, Xan-pet," Spike moaned into Xander's mouth as the boy tried to devour him.

Xander sucked on Spike's tongue like it was the last dwindling flow of oxygen through a tiny tube.

Spike's passion-levels bolted up several notches when Xander's hand gripped his ass and ground them together needily.

Finally, Xander stopped trying to lick Spike's lips off his mouth and took a couple of deep gasping breaths.

Spike dropped his head, arching Xander back so his shoulders came to rest on the warm tiles, and clamped his pouting lips on Xander's right nipple.

Xander was gasping slightly, breathing in through is nose and panting out through his mouth. His stiff cock jerked, dragging his hips forward every-time Spike's retreated. Xander was aware of every inch of his body, he could feel every single bead of hot water beating down on them, spattering against Spike's pale back and running down his body.

Spike's attentive lips and tongue moved to lath Xander's other nipple while his fingers trailed the rivulet of water running down the boy's spine into the tight cleft between Xander's globes.

Xander's panting increased and he closed his eyes and pressed his head against the tiles while his hands stroked and pulled at Spike's shower-warmed skin. Skittering down his back as far as Xander could reach, then dragging his blunt nails and alternating fingertips up into Spike's hair.

Spike growled, he could feel his eyes go completely amber/yellow as Xander's fingers scrapped across his sensitive scalp. His cock jerked and Spike fought a quick and short battle not to cum right then. With a gently but firm and quick press of his forefinger against Xander's pucker, Spike released the boy and reached for the shampoo.

Xander eyes popped open at the loss of sensation. He raised his head and looked at Spike in lust-clouded confusion.

"Um, Spike, what are you doing?"

"Taking a shower pet," Spike reminded him again.

*****