*****

When the chime over the door rang, that annoying brassy tinkling sound, Xander looked up wearily. Seemed he was doing everything wearily these days, like he was sixty or something, he thought, and smiled a little. Wearily.

"Xander!" His mind snapped back to HERE, reluctantly, and the smile got real.

"Hey, Willow. More Wicca-film for me? Didja get me any shots of...spells, this time?" He was grinning, she was blushing, and he loved that he could still make her fidget. The slanting late afternoon sun was shining through the big picture windows at the front of the store, backlighting her, and he could barely see that her hands were clasped nervously.

"NO, Xander. I know what you people do with the pictures, and thanks for THAT information by the way, since I'm never ever getting film developed in one of these places again." Still blushing. He'd told her about the Keepers Drawer he and the other guys had going.

"C'mon...you'd make me a hero here! You're the one who's always telling me I should try to be successful in the workplace..." *And Willow and Tara shots would get me free lunch for a WEEK, at least.*

"Xanderrrr...." And he relented.

"Oh, ok. No pictures. What's up?"

"Can we...talk?" Her fingers were actually twisting together, he saw. Uh-oh. Sign of the not-good.

"Um...sure? I'm off in about two hours, that ok?"

"Well...it's gonna be DARK in two hours, Xander. I kind of need to talk to you now. You know, in the immediate, here, right-away way."

He took a closer look. Green eyes wide, cheeks still a little flushed, and DEFINITELY nervous about something.

"OK, hang on. Let me get somebody to cover the desk." He moved off into the back, hollered for Jake, pulled off his FotoMat hat *and the boss will never hear the song we made up about these hats...* and followed her out the door. Chiming. Sometimes he thought he could hear that fucking sound in his dreams. Usually just before Spike came strolling in and stripped him naked on the counter...Stop. Willow problems. *Focus, Xander. He is NOT coming back.* Forced himself to stretch in the sun, put supportive-face on, smile at Willow again...

"Spike's back." And her words hit him so hard he had to sit down, sudden and graceless, on one of the parking dividers.

"I'm...WHAT?" He looked up at her, knowing his eyes were as big as hers had been, begging her to clarify, explain, make sense...

"Tara saw him last night. By the park. She...she said he was creeping around, and he went into a sewer tunnel. Xander..." She stood in front of him, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"He's...here?" Xander knew, KNEW he was sounding like an idiot, but he didn't know how to fix it. Spike was here. Here, but not back. Here, but not with him. Huh. When his heart quit sucking itself into the giant ache that was where his chest used to be, maybe he'd be able to take the time to understand that. Here, but not. Not back. Not.

"Um...Tara said he looked...really thin. Like, famine-thin." He must have looked appalled, because she hastily added, "Though she WAS kind of far away, and walking, and really she might need glasses, we've been talking about it and everything..." He couldn't say anything, just kept staring at her. "Xander...that might be a GOOD thing. Maybe he's, y'know, pining away for you." She offered a hopeful little smile. He shook his head, then his whole body, like a dog shedding water. Stood up.

"No, I doubt it. Spike was never big with the self-denial. But thanks for the thought, Wills. I'm, ah, gonna go back to work. Duty calls, and the critical, planet-saving work at a FotoMart is never done..." He was backing away from her. He'd cried on her shoulder enough in the past two weeks, it was getting absurd, and even best friends shouldn't have to put up with this level of self-pity. He plastered on a smile.

"I'm ok, really. I mean, I knew he'd probably be back eventually, and hey, no one likes to run into the ex around town, but I'll be fine. Really. Thanks for telling me, though, the warning is most definitely appreciated." He turned and almost ran back into the store. Stopped just inside the door, wiped sweating palms on his jeans, made himself stop shaking. *Yeah, Xand, real manly there. SURE you're ok. Now buck up, little camper...you've got three rolls of Mrs. Bergstrom's my-kid-went-to-band-camp-and-took-his-camera film to develop.*

************

Spike was beginning to think that starving the demon into submission hadn't maybe been the best idea of his long unlife. But shit, he'd figured that the blood set the soddin' thing off in the first place, so a lack would logically send it back howlin' into its little cage. /Right, wanker, conveniently forgot we share a BODY with it, did we?/ Fuck. Fuck AND fuck, he was so hungry. He'd found a nice warm hole in the sewers, tucked himself into it right an' tight with a bottle or three of JD /purchased with the last of your dosh, so you can't buy blood any road/ and some magazines to keep him busy, and settled in to wait. He'd made it four days before the boredom had brought the hallucinations on, or maybe that was the hunger, but the third time a laughing giant Xander had tried to eat his head, he'd gone scrambling out into the tunnels, looking for something, ANYTHING, to do. Dodging the occasional scent of Slayer or demon of the nastier sort, kicking hell out of some of the less-nasty sort--he wasn't at full strength, after all--basically wandering through the sewers like the giant lovesick ninny he'd become. Fuck, he hated sewers. Always had. This one was cleaner than most /must be all the traffic keeps it clear, and ain't that a funny thought?/ and much larger than Sunnydale really needed. Merry fuckin' Hellmouth an' all it entailed. Lovely. An' all he wanted, ALL he wanted, was to go running back to his boy. Felt his brain buzz a bit at the thought, his muscles tighten, and that place where his heart used to be grab a bit at him. No tears, though, not since the last bottle of Jack had gone down too smooth and left him with nothing at all.

He scoffed, from his seat on a mostly-slimeless ledge somewhere under City Hall. /Your boy, right, as if he'd take you back after you tryin' to make a meal out of him. He's not yours any more, you stupid git, though you MIGHT be able to get him back if you stop whinging about an' get your head straight. Which you are NOT currently doing./ Because the grand starvation plan wasn't working. The dreams were stronger now, the craving deep in his belly pulling at him all the time, making his mouth water and his fangs drop and he barely had any control over his gameface any more. It was the hunger. That almost-starving vampire drive that had driven some vamps of his /brief/ acquaintance out into sunlight--soddin' SUNLIGHT!--to get blood. He'd thought he'd have more time, but this wasn't working at ALL.

So, time to eat. He stood up, suddenly, eagerly. Doubtful that his Xan had kept any blood on hand. /Probably chucked it in relief when you scarpered off.../ Watcher's, then, since he was still utterly skint, and best hope that his name wasn't TOO black 'round those parts...

**************

"You son of a BITCH." He'd expected almost anything, but up against a wall with a stake to his chest, and Red, RED, on the other end of it, hadn't been in the game plan. An' oh boy, did she look ticked. He didn't half think he'd be dust here, in a moment. He'd peeked his head in the door, smelled her there, an' Rupert too upstairs, but no Xander, and he'd almost breathed in relief. No way in hell was he ready for that yet. Stepped in with a swagger an' a grin, always bluffing, that was him all right, and said a cheerful hallo to all and sundry. Only to end up with his back against the door and a cranky witch at his throat in a heartbeat, with nary a word of babble in sight. Didn't think he'd ever heard her curse before, either.

"What's all this then, pet? Got a bit of Slayer-envy, have we?" If he could make her laugh he might just be all right, here...He could feel in his bones, he didn't even have the strength to push her off. So he stood, as still as possible, and tried not to think about the years of practice she'd had at just this.

"You BASTARD, I TOLD you I'd stake you if you hurt him, I TOLD you..." Were those tears in her eyes? What was this about?

"Er...Red? Witch? Mind movin' that stake JUST a bit, there's a luv..." He gently pushed it away from his chest, to the side, and prayed the Watcher wouldn't come down just now. "Now, what's this? I barely nicked the whelp, couldn't 'ave hurt him more than he gets on a regular right roamin' around with you lot..." He cocked his head. /The 'tell me, don't stake me' look, patent pending by William the Bloody Idiot.../

"How could you leave him alone like that? It's been two WEEKS, Spike!" And if she wasn't actively threatening his unlife now, that rage was still there. Kitten with cubs of her own, an' all pricklin' up to defend 'em...wait, WHAT?

"Er, Willow luv, don't know if he mentioned this, but I BIT him. Fangs an' all. Can't think he's too broken up about my extended absence, somehow."

"OH, for...SPIKE! You are an IDIOT!" She threw up her hands and stomped away, and if he'd still needed air he would have breathed into he sudden space.

"What d'you mean? Not that I'm agreein', mind, but a little explanation before the name-slinging starts?"

"No. No explanation for you. You are such...a GUY. A guy-y guy with stupid guy thoughts. Go see Xander, now, and you'd better beg and plead and be REALLY nice, or I swear I WILL stake you. Or...or maybe turn you into a snake, I haven't decided." She was still glaring at him, though from a slightly more comfortable distance.

He was truly baffled. One word in three was sinking into his admittedly tiny mind, though, and...

"He's mad 'cos I LEFT?"

"Just go, Spike. Get out of here before Giles sees you. None of them know you've been gone, Xander's been covering your hiney, so GO."

"Right, pet. Ta. Oh, wait, Watcher wouldn't happen to have any spare blood lyin' about, would he?" Xander or no, he didn't think he'd make it across town without something...

"You DO look awful, Tara was right. I can see all your bones. Fridge, then go. And I'm calling Xander first thing tomorrow, and if you didn't play nice..." She waved the stake at him, and grrrred, and he felt the first real smile in two weeks on his face.

*****
Part 2:

There was only so much Playstation that Xander could sanely be involved in, before wanting to rip his eyes out of his head from the intense concentration. ADD for sure, maybe those counselors had been on to something, back in school. But he didn't mind hanging around while Devon and Rick played; they were both very good, and it was kind of like watching a movie. Or so he told himself while the TV was being monopolized for hours by obsessed stoners with too much time on their hands. Tekken, Mortal Kombat, they had 'em all, and Xander got kind of a kick out of the realization that the monsters in the game weren't any worse than some of the things he'd seen in real life. Anyway, he was able to sink himself into the action when he wasn't playing, so he didn't even look up when he heard the front door slam. Probably Oz, back from the store.

"Xander?"

Nope, couldn't be. He refused to look up, even when Devon cursed softly and paused the game.

"Xan..." That damned British voice, pitched low, uncertain? He glanced up quick, under his eyelashes, and down again. Spike looked thin. Really thin. *Guess Tara doesn't need those glasses after all...* And he was standing in the door , not moving, no swagger or smirk, just standing. Looking at the three of them on the couch. Devon was still cursing, though he wasn't moving, and he'd leaned up against Xander's side. For all his assholic tendencies, Devon could be quite the sweetie when he put his mind to it...and Xander knew he was avoiding the issue.

"Spike." And just saying that name, with its owner in the room, broke something loose inside him and he bolted off the couch, almost tripping on the video game console, and sprinted up the stairs. Had this strange driving need to get OUT. He slammed the door behind him and sat on the bed, listening to raised voices but unable to make out the words. Felt a fleeting moment of pity for Rick. *Ah, Dev, my very own white knight, and why can't I decide if I want you to let him come up or not?* The decision was taken out of his hands, or wishes, or whatever, when he saw the doorknob turn. Pale, slim figure slipping through, to stand in front of him. He wouldn't look up, or he knew he'd fall apart.

"Pet..."

"Don't call me that." And he hadn't known his voice could be so hard.

"All right. Xander then." No more words for a bit, and he found himself staring at slim white hands, hanging loosely. He could almost count the bones in them. Where had Spike been, that he couldn't get blood? And why the fuck was his mind constantly fixating on these tiny meaningless things?

"I, er, had a bit of a chat with your Red today." Xander sat still. "She, ah, mentioned that you might be a bit, well, upset, that I'd gone off, an' all." More silence. Spike had needed Willow to tell him the obvious WHY, exactly? And why the hell was he back? "Pe-Xander, I just thought, after the whole biting thing..." Spike's voice trailed off to nothing, and Xander thought it might be his turn now.

"Two weeks, Spike." *And don't make me tell you about those weeks, because I never will and neither will Willow, if she wants to stay my friend...*

"I know...was tryin' to get the demon under control, y'see."

"What?" Xander's head snapped up then before he could think, and blue eyes framed in thick black lashes, staring at him, and he'd never seen anything like that expression in them, never...he was caught and he knew it. Drowning. Such a perfect blue...

"Well, don't know if I quite understand it, m'self...seems the dreams were getting a bit too real. Couldn't take the chance that I'd drain you dry in your sleep, could I. So I found me a posh bit of sewer an' holed up...Xander, you didn't think I'd GONE?" Horrified voice, and a hand reaching out, and he avoided it because *that way lies pain* and *never again.* The hand dropped.

And Xander had to fight off the insane urge to giggle. How many times had he played this scene out in his head? The begging vampire, the stoic yet eventually forgiving and magnanimous Xander, the sex...but now, he couldn't stop remembering that Spike had left him. And Spike had promised him he'd never leave.

"You didn't even leave a note." He couldn't tell if it was the giggles or something else making his voice hurt so much on the words.

"Well, I'd just about had a morning snack of you, right? An' you none too pleased about it. Didn't think you'd fret yourself over it much. Oh, bleedin' hell, Xander..." The hand reached out again, and suddenly Xander was FURIOUS.

"You LEFT!" He came up off the bed and shoved Spike as hard as he could, and was taken completely aback when the vampire FLEW across the room to hit the wall hard. It had been like striking...air. There was nothing to him. Under all that leather and denim, nothing...but he still had the anger, and Xander had to get it out.

"You left me, you shit. Left me here, and do you KNOW what it was like, after that stupid meeting, making everyone believe that oh, yeah, things were just great in Spike and Xander land? After my great dramatic declaration of mutual devotion, in front of everyone, what was I gonna do? Walk in the next day and tell them all, 'by the way, remember that love bullshit I was spouting last night? Well, looks like maybe you were right about that, since my LOVER took OFF without a WORD'? FUCK you, Spike." He was gasping now, could feel his whole body shaking. "And every night, coming back to that STUPID bed and sleeping in it alone and wondering where the hell you were and how I could be SUCH an idiot to believe you? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW?" He breathed, finally. Waited.

Spike was frozen against the wall, face a mask. Hands clenched around the edges of his coat the only indication of panic.

"No, I didn't know. I am so sorry, Xander...please..." His voice was so soft, Xander had to strain to hear. "Thought you wanted me gone. Thought I had to go, to keep you safe. I'd never have left you otherwise, love." Not 'luv', not 'pet'. The word. Love. And all the rage went out of Xander in a rush, and he sagged back onto the bed.

"You should have told me."

"Yeah. Regret that, now."

"I'll bet." He found himself smiling, just a little. This was just so insane. Saw an answering glint in blue eyes that were still locked with his own. Xander had to know. "Spike...why haven't you been eating? I can almost see through you."

Nonchalant shrug from across the way. "Sewer's a bad place for fine dining, innit."

"That's not it...you could have raided Willy's or scared some tourists, if you were hungry. Why are you so thin?"

"Didn't feel like eating. That's all." *Sure, Spike. You WILL give me an answer someday. Oh, shit, does that mean there's gonna BE a someday?*

"So...what now?" *Are you back? For good? Because I don't think I'll make it through you leaving again. Undead jerk.*

"Dunno. Up to you, really." /Please take me back, please, I've been so soddin' lonely without you.../

"Think you might hang around aboveground for a while?" *Do you want me? Do you love me even a little bit?*

"Thought I might do, yeah." /I love you so much it hurts, with your big eyes and sweet mouth and don't you DARE cry, luv.../

"Th-think you maybe need a place to stay?" *OK, that hitch in the voice is not good, and he's gonna laugh his way back to his crypt now.*

"Maybe. You offering?"

Silence. Staring. Sudden acknowledgement of stiff-necked vampire pride.

"Yeah." Soft voice, almost a whisper. "Guess I am, yeah."

And Spike was back across the room and in his arms, and light as a feather and not strong at all, because Xander braced under him and Spike ended up in his lap, laughing.

"Pet, oh gods..." Xander could feel the tears in his eyes, hot and heavy, but they went completely unnoticed when a cool mouth finally, delicately brushed against his own. A sweet little kiss, and long fingers brushing through his hair so gently, twining in the curls and pulling just a little, bringing his mouth down closer. Tongue in his mouth, now, brushing at his own, touching the ticklish place on the roof, finally sliding slickly in to make the kiss deeper. Xander found his own hands pulling at leather and dropping it on the floor, felt them fumbling and then YANKING at buttons and jeans because sweet Jesus it had been so long and this taste was making him hard against the body across his thighs, and then soft skin on his fingertips. And bone under.

"Good lord, Spike, what the hell HAPPENED to you?" He broke away from the kiss, evaded the following mouth, stared down at Spike's pale hide, stretched taut over bone and not much more. Ran a gentle finger up the bumps of ribs, the blade of collarbone almost painfully sharp now, let his other hand cup a jutting hipbone. The dark size of it a startling contrast to the slim white frame, and he spread his fingers, and spanned Spike's pelvis. Pinky on one hipbone, thumb on the other, the heavy hardness between the only thing unchanged, and Spike was just staring at him stubbornly.

"Fine. Don't tell me. But you're gonna eat something as soon as..." He blushed, and Spike smirked, because Xander's hand was still stroking the side of his neck, still soft and a bit uncertain. Hitched himself off Xander's lap, and lay sprawled on the bed at his side.

"Had a bit, at our Rupert's. C'mere, pet. Got somethin' for you to take care of." And Spike pulled him down.

Xander hadn't really thought about things getting this far, hadn't dared to, but if he had, he wouldn't have imagined this long, slow sweetness. Just laying on his side, one arm wrapped around a slim waist, pressed full-body but moving nothing but his mouth for minutes, feeling lips firm and full against his own. And catching the shift in muscle under his hand when Spike angled his head to keep their noses from bumping, and his fingers were tingling from the feel of all that delicious skin, like cool satin and he couldn't stop stroking, and he didn't quite believe this was happening. Surely it was another dream? He was tasting Spike, though, musk and spice and no trace of copper anywhere, reveling in the slide and slick of muscle in his mouth. And feeling the delicate movements as he finally, finally slid a leg between Xander's denim-clad ones and pushed one bare knee up into his crotch and started with that little rocking motion that he KNEW drove Xander nuts. Xander held him harder, moaned into his mouth, couldn't help it. Flipped onto his back, pulling Spike with him, feeling birdlike lightness and grasping hands and a mouth that was pulling harder on his own with every second.

He was out of his clothes in moments and then...ah. Long naked body against his own, finally soothing the ache that had been with him for weeks now, that feeling that his skin really didn't end where it seemed to, that there was MORE, and it was missing. He lifted his knees, settled Spike between them more firmly, and wrapped his legs around the vampire's back. Held that clever tongue lightly between square human teeth, nibbling, seeing the spark and flare in Spike's eyes, feeling a hard cock settle against his own and yeah, this was where he wanted to be.

**************

This had really been far too easy. Spike knew life, or unlife, and had handled all it had tossed at him, and would've been waiting for the other shoe to drop if he'd been able to think at all. But there were teeth holding his tongue, and big hands behind him pulling him hard into a warm body, and skin soft as peaches rubbing all over him, and dark curls wrapped around his hands, so no, he wasn't thinkin' too hard, just at the moment. He was smiling, though, around the kiss, and felt the answering quirk of lips.

"Missed you, pet."

"Missed you too, Spike. Don't go away again, 'kay?" Weeks of vulnerability in that voice, an' if Spike could have reached, he'd have kicked himself right in the arse.

"Never. Swear." And sealed it with a kiss, again. The fact that he'd said that before was not mentioned, and Spike was grateful. And HORNY, and fuck it had been a long time. He felt his hips pushing at Xander's, felt the body under him meet his rocking and send it back, and suddenly he just couldn't wait any more.

"Need...Xander, please?" Big and Bad always lost out to love, and this was no exception. He knew he was begging with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. Xander nodded mutely, staring up at him with those big brown-gold eyes, smiling a little but pupils wide and very serious. /Better get this right, git...this is your one shot back./ He cupped the long face between his palms.

"I love you, pet. Wasn't happy without you, cried in my bourbon like a soddin' chit, generally did the pathetic heartbroken routine all 'round. Take me back?" He stopped moving, waited for the answer, and found that he was holding in a breath. /Idiot./ Xander kept LOOKING at him. Seeing him, like no other mortal ever had.

"Yeah. You can come back. I love you too, moron." And they were both laughing now with the relief, and all the tentative touches were gone, because Spike was just DRIVING his cock down into the slick hollow beside Xander's hipbone, so hard it almost hurt, and the boy was arching up to meet him and keening through his teeth, and grabbing Spike's arms hard and bracing himself. Moaned a little and pulled his knees under him when Spike got a hand under his shoulder and flipped him in one quick movement, pushing his hips up and back and arching his spine almost obscenely and chanting his name when Spike draped himself over his back and slid his cock between smooth lower cheeks and just let it move, forward and back, forward and back, barely touching Xander's balls with the tip on every thrust. This was hotter than hot, this was burning him, and he was almost desperate when he found his mouth closing over a smooth nape /don't scare the boy don't scare the boy/ but Xander bent his head and pushed up into his mouth and he found his teeth worrying at soft soft skin and he could feel the blood rushing by underneath. Couldn't hear what Xander was saying for a minute, under that hissing song.

"S'okay Spike...bite me...I LIKED it...please please please..."

Spike almost fell off him with the shock, actually felt himself get less hard and he hadn't thought the Hellmouth opening under the bed would have done that.

"Pet...I can't...you KNOW that." He was just lying still, now.

"Try. It felt so good, when you were hurt. You don't even KNOW..." And that breathy little voice convinced him. Fuck the chip, if he got fried they could always pick this up later. Xander had taken him back, after all. And he WAS hungry, an' since starving hadn't worked maybe a bit of blood would set things right with all his various personalities. Spike chuckled. He'd watched somethin' on Lifetime, once...

He let his fangs slide into his mouth, felt the ridges rise on his forehead, and knew his eyes were yellow. OH. so. carefully. nibbled, where his teeth had been before, his hands holding hard to Xander's sides. No pain. Felt the boy gasp under him as he bit down just a bit more, delicate skin parting like butter, the first tang of blood in his mouth, better than whiskey, better than anything, and he was lapping at the holes like a big cat, latching on to suck and holding Xander against the long shudders that were just wracking him. Remembered what it was like to be bitten in heat, and smiled a little, through the dizziness the thick hot sweetness in his mouth was building behind his eyes. Pulled away, long before he was ready.

"Good, Xan?" His voice had smoothed out with the drink, for all he was careful not to take too much. Xander mutely nodded, forehead resting against the bedspread, still up on his knees. Spike reached around, slid searching fingers over long hardness, VERY hard actually, and smirked. /Good, right, now let's get ON.../ He dropped a kiss on the already-healing punctures, kept his hand where it was, and reached over to the bedside table. Raised a brow when he saw the empty pack of fags under the lamp, but found the lube in the drawer, right where he remembered it, tore the cap off with his teeth and slicked himself with three hard, fast strokes...clenched his jaw to keep from coming right then, just from the touch an' the sight of the naked body under his, all spread out like a buffet. His for the taking, motionless in anticipation but quivering, just a bit. Jerking in startlement when he touched a slippery finger to the base of his tailbone, and dragged it down, into the crease and touching that sweet little hole, dipping a fingertip in and just letting it rest there. Let Xander get used to feeling him again, and wished for a moment he could see his face...moving then, sliding the finger in smoothly, crooking it to get that buck-and-jump he knew so well, then two, and Xander was TIGHT and hot and when he spread his fingers he got a moan that was almost, almost a scream.

He pulled out finally, ignoring the little whimper he heard and the whining "Spiiiiike...", poured on more lube and nudged himself into place, because he could NOT wait another minute. Sod foreplay. Could feel the hot pressure in his groin, running like fire down to his fingertips and up behind his eyes, as he eased himself in and felt Xander pushing back and wanting more and oh FUCK he was tight and this was perfect and he really didn't think he ever wanted to leave. Sliding in to the root and frozen for a second with the blood- hot grip around his cock and he was maybe blind, but that didn't matter because he was MOVING, and Xander was moving just as hard, and it had been a really really long fuckin' time and he was a bigger git than he'd even thought.

"Not gonna last Xander not gonna..." And the reach around because he wanted to feel his boy coming, and one pull, two, and Xander was screaming into the sheets, no almost about it, and Spike was following him down and the world was on fire.

**********

Xander was tracing ribs. One by one, in their high arch over the concavity of a scarily hollow stomach, as Spike lay flung in a sated sprawl across the rumpled sheets. Funny how such a small person could take up so much space, since Xander was exiled to a sliver of mattress, tucked against his lover's side. Considering he now outweighed Spike by at least thirty-five pounds, he didn't quite see the fairness there. But Spike was blinking happily and sleepily at him *haven't been getting much sleep either, have you?* and pulling his head down to rest on a smooth pale shoulder "OW! Spike, you're all bones! C'mere." and letting himself get yanked half on top of Xander, so the pillow position was the other way 'round. He was getting little butterfly kisses placed in the hollow of his throat, and slim fingers were twining with his own, and as he drifted off to sleep, Xander figured that overall, today would be one for the 'good' column. Space-hogging anorexic vampire boyfriend most definitely included.

~fin