Wesley threw the kickstand down and got off the bike. He waited for Xander to dismount and dug out the weapons, handing over the axes. Then he listened. There was nothing to hear but a dog barking and one stereo. Bugger. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for Angel.

"Angel."

Wesley peered up and down the street as he talked. "We're here but I have no idea where to start. No one's actually screaming. Did Cordelia get a house description or anything?"

"Uhm, yeah. White house. It's got a- Gunn, what'd she call it? Oh yeah, a miniature ornamental lamp thing on the walk. What?" Angel voice grew muffled. "Look, you want to tell him? Yeah, right." His voice became clear again. "Wrought iron."

"Wrought iron," he sighed. "Right. Anything on the demon?"

"The usual. High on the slime and tentacle quotient." Angel paused and growled. "Shit!"

"Shit? Wonderful," Wesley said, gritting his teeth "We've got two axes and a machete."

"Wha? No. No. Shit traffic. Accident up ahead." Angel paused and the muffled voices of protest could be heard even over the screeching tires. "Going for an alternate route. Wait as long as you can for us, Wes."

Examining the axes carefully, Xander nodded to himself. They both had a good edge to them, but he didn't expect anything less of Wesley's equipment. He hefted them. They were a bit on the small side. ~Beggars. Choosers. Not much with the choices. Just hope this thing doesn't have the Teflon skin. Man, I hate that.~

"Right." Wesley hung up and gave an Angel-like sigh. "Traffic accident delays. Let's find the house and hope this demon waits for everyone to show."

"Cause demons are so polite that way?" Xander smiled wryly, "Ya see. That's the good thing about Sunnydale. No night traffic to speak of... And I just said something nice about the Hellmouth. Better check the chronicles for prophecies. Cause that's gotta be a sign." Xander hefted the axes again. "Okay. House. Hold down fort. You got the 411. What are we looking for? Or are we on 'Watchtower' search?"

Wesley blinked. He had no idea what Xander meant about watchtowers, but he shrugged. "White house with an ornamental wrought iron lamp in the front. We can expect slime and tentacles." He started up the street, looking for lamps. "As for who's inside, other than children, I have no idea. I'm not even sure how many." He took four steps and stopped. "Watchtower?" If he didn't ask, it was going to bother him.

"Keep moving, Wes." Xander nudged the other man to continue walking. Damn, if he didn't look really really cute with that 'okay, I gotta know' look on his face. "Yeah, 'Watchtower'. You know," Xander put a friendly but rather blank look on. "'Good evening to you. Have you been saved? We have joyous news for you. Just a moment of your time... No, wait! Please, Jesus loves you!'" Smiling, he shrugged, "get's you a peek at the resident and the inside."

"What in the world... oh. Oh! Um... Jehovah's Witnesses. Right. I remember Cordelia mentioning them." Wesley started walking again. "Never had the pleasure. Though I had thought answering them in Rylosh might be interesting." He chuckled then froze. "There's the lamp."

"Well, that was easy. Which does not bode well for the rest of the program." Xander frowned. "So case the house? Or knock?"

"Well, I think our best choice would be..." A scream rent the night air, making Wesley jump.

""To knock in the door!"" Wasn't it lovely when two minds thought alike... They raced up the walkway, and just to be safe, Wesley tried the knob first. Locked of course. He stepped back and kicked above the handle, as Xander took up a support position. Again and the latch gave. "Let's just hope this isn't too bad... Oh dear Lord."

"Ya know, I really hate it when British guys say that kinda- Down!" Xander grabbed a handful of leather jacket and pulled Wesley down, as a large something sailed past where the other man's head would have been.

The room inside was a whirlwind of debris and screaming. Xander could just see a vortex closing right in front of what seemed to be a fireplace. ~Who needs a fireplace in LA?~ A black hole that no light seemed to escape. He counted six girls, maybe Dawn's age, huddled in groups around the edge of the room, screaming. Oh and the monster. Right in the middle of them, all sickly purple and spewing what look like snot at things. It might have been funny, comical even, the thing looked like someone had upchucked a squid on its face, and on its hands. Okay just about everything and everywhere had the tentacle thing going on. And while it may have been funny, it wasn't... Xander could see the sharp teeth and what looked like sharp thorns embedded in the tentacles.

"Okay, hold it right there! Don't you know there's a tentacle limit in this dimension?! Let's see your passport mister! You're looking at least two tickets..." The demon paused to actually look at him, well Xander was hoping those were eyes, then... Oh Xander recognized that look... Demon. Monster. Human. Didn't matter. He knew that look. He pushed Wesley to the right and he dove left.

Wesley had barely straightened up when Xander shoved him to the side. Two of the larger tentacles crashed down right where they had been, ripping up carpet and flooring. Slime flew everywhere as it roared, splashing the girls, Wesley and Xander. The girls screamed more, one of them grabbing at Wesley's jacket and begging him to save them.

"Get your friends out of here," Wesley growled at them, shoving the girls towards the door.

Then he stood and waded in. Time to distract and destroy. He deflected a flailing tentacle, feeling it catch on the arm of his jacket, and brought the machete down. A smaller tentacle fell to the floor and more slime gushed out, a dark green to clash wonderfully with the purple skin. The demon reached out with one... arm?... and grabbed Wesley by the front of his jacket. He felt himself being lifted off the floor and hacked wildly at the arm holding him. Somehow this was not turning out to just containing the thing until re-enforcements could arrive.

"Bloody... *hack*... sodding... *hack*... Hell!"

"Put. Down. My. BOYFRIEND!!!" Xander roared and exploded into attack, axes windmilling. A tentacle there. A hunk of flesh there. He pruned his way through the mass, all the while growling. "All I wanted was dinner and a movie! Just some time with my boyfriend! Some fun time... Naked fun time! All I wanted was dinner and a movie, and some sex!..." Bits and pieces of creature flew in all directions... "But nooooooooooooo! Nothing gets to be easy! Dinner and a Movie! That was it!" The demon was down, what tentacles it had left curling up on themselves. Green slime. Purple snot. Everywhere. Xander dropped one of the axes and started a two handed swing into the demon's mid section. "And your mother dresses you funny! I mean come on- Purple and Green?!"

Wesley, once again on the floor, unwrapped the severed hand from his coat. He tossed it aside and jumped up, half worried of getting in Xander's way. Circling, he went to the other side and brought his machete down. The creature's head parted noisily from its body, one more gout of slime shooting across the room. He sighed heavily, shoulders slumping and looked at his enraged... boyfriend. Heedless of the sniffling girls, he reached out and jerked Xander close, placing a short, hard kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," he said. One of the girls giggled a bit hysterically and he blushed. Shaking his head, he turned to them. "Are any of you hurt?" They all shook their heads, some still crying and clinging to their friends. "Thank God for that," he muttered. "All of you, into the kitchen. And could one of you tell me what happened?"

"B-Bethany though it would be fun to try some spells," one girl said, wiping her eyes.

"I didn't know this would happen!" Bethany, apparently, shrilled. "My sister says she's a witch! And she's always going on about the spirits and junk!"

Wesley groaned internally. "Did you use a book or a scroll?"

"A bo-book. I'm sorry!" Bethany wailed. "I got it from a magic shop on Clark! I didn't know!"

"Yeah, welcome..." Blinking, Xander just stood there for a second, coming back to himself.

Looking at the corpse, he came to the conclusion that he had kinda lost it. Oh well, dead demon was the object of this exercise. And hell, he'd gotten a kiss out of it. Better than a lot of his fights. ~Okay, saving the world has its own rewards... Fighting the good fight...yatta yatta yatta. Kissage wins.~ With a shrug and a smile, he wandered into the kitchen.

"Can I get some water?" he asked of the still squawking group of girls. Just another day in the life of a Scooby.

One of the girls, calmer than the rest, nodded and got Xander a bottle of water. "Um... is he really your boyfriend?"

Xander twisted the bottle open and took a long drink, partly to hide his embarrassment. ~Yeah, I kinda shouted that out didn't I?~ He looked at the expectant girl. "Uhm yeah, I'm working on it."

"Cool," she said and a couple of the girls giggled. "You guys do this a lot?"

"Yup." Xander nodded cautiously. Teenage girls. Where's a damn demon when you need one? He looked at Wesley panic in his eyes.

Wesley looked over to where Xander had been cornered by the girls. He tried very hard to hide his smile behind a stern expression. It was failing, he was sure. Xander just looked so mortified.

"Xander? Let's go examine the demon. Girls, you stay in here please." He led the way back to the living room, a whispered `he's so cute!' making him chuckle.

Xander followed closely on Wesley's heel. ~See me not run. M'not running. Oh God, please let them stay in there! Maybe if I duck out the door. Deadboy and crew should be here soon. They can do the cleanup. Yeah... that's...~ His rapid fire planning came to an abrupt stop, when he ran smack into Wesley. Okay, maybe he had been following a little to close.

"Uhm heh. Hey."

"Hey," Wesley said, absently wrapping an arm around Xander. Something wasn't right in here. Wesley let go and picked up a book. `Natural Magik'. A harmless bit of New Age fluff. So many little paperbacks like this were full of harmless and non-working love spells, fairy spells, herbal remedies. It frustrated him that they were so popular.

"It wasn't the book," he muttered and pushed the demon over with one foot. Underneath the slimy body was a rather bent and mangled Ouija board. He picked it up by one corner. "Here's our culprit."

Looking around more, Wesley spied the notepad the girls had been using. The usual girlish things covered it. Apparently the notetaker liked a boy named Brendon and they had tried to call upon the spirit of Aaliyah. There was, however, a bit in R'hylec he thought. That could explain the demon.

"The demon's name was Brendon?" Xander kicked at the corpse. "Sissy!"

Wesley shook his head smiling. "No. Someone's crush is named that. The demon's name... Well I'm not going to say it. We certainly don't need another one joining the fun."

He looked around and sighed. The girls were in the kitchen, the parents God knew where, the living room was a mess and his date had taken a turn to the slimy. Wesley desperately wanted a hot shower, a drink and... the others to show up so he could go have them. Preferably with Xander.

"I don't have to clean this up do I?" Xander toed the corpse again. He looked nervously over his shoulder. Teenaged heads kept peeking around the door jam, and Xander could hear whispered giggles. The theme of 'Jaws' started to thread through his brain. "Where the hell are Deadboy and the minions?!"

"I *AM* not a minion!" Gunn cautiously stepped over the smashed door, balancing his axe. He did a quick visual sweep, and relaxed out of battle stance. Shrugging toward Angel, he said, "he's our minion."

Rolling his eyes, Angel stood in the door frame leaning against the invisible barrier. "Sorry we're late. That it?"

"Yes. We were delayed. Are there any more?" Groo asked, pushing past Angel and looking around.

"That'd be it." The giggling grew louder from the kitchen. Xander sighed, "Deadboy? Never thought *I'd* ever say this, but glad you're here." He started to run a hand through his hair. His hair was sticky. "Oh man, I got slimed!" Oh and that wasn't all. His hair seemed chunky. Xander plucked the chunk from his hair, and held it at arms length, before dropping it and doing the ewwwww dance. "Shower! NOW! Let's go Wes!"

Wesley nodded and gestured for Angel to move. "We're leaving. This..." He thumped the slimy Ouija board and notepad against Angel's chest, "Is the culprit. Do not try to read any of it out loud. Take it and burn it. Bethany is the girl who lives here. The teens await you in the kitchen. Do not, under any circumstances that don't involve Conner, call me again tonight. Good luck, gentlemen, and good night." He dragged Xander down the lawn, ignoring any protests from the house.

Wes was handing him Betty, when Xander heard Angel calling the other man's name. He smiled. Wes was ignoring tall, dark and dead. His smile evaporated. Angel was calling his name now. Turning, Xander saw the vampire come down the walk and stop about ten feet from them.

"Xander?"

"Leaving now! Shower time."

"I need to talk to you..."

"No... no, you don't."

"Xander."

Oh didn't that voice carry the weight of centuries. Xander scowled, but before he could respond Angel hit him with a 'please'. That. That was new. He sighed heavily, looked at Wesley briefly.

"I'll be right back." He wandered over toward the vampire and together they walked a little further down the block.

Wesley tucked the weapons away after wiping them on the grass. He tried very hard not to watch, to worry. That struggle lasted seconds and he gave up and stared frankly at the other men. It started with Xander staring blankly at Angel, the vampire obviously worried about something. Then Xander shook his head slowly, face starting to show anger. Whatever he said to Angel made the vampire almost reel. Wesley sighed. This was not the time nor the place for the two of them to get into an argument.

For a second, he thought it was over, Angel just nodding then his broad face contorted in anger and he jabbed a finger at Xander. When Xander jabbed back, Wesley was sure he was going to have to go break it up. They both yelled more, Wesley only catching the words `Sunnydale', `Buffy' and `shut the fuck up'. Then Xander spun and stormed back over. Wesley looked at him for a long beat, then handed the pink helmet over. Whatever had happened could wait.

"Ready then?" He asked quietly.

Slinging his leg over the back of the bike, Xander just nodded tightlipped and pale in anger. Angel was calling his name. Walking over toward them. "Go. Wes. Now."

Wesley got on the bike, not bothering with his helmet at the moment, and roared it to life. He shot out wide around Angel and tried not to notice how upset the vampire looked. As he drove through the streets, he could feel Xander fairly vibrating. It seemed to be the last straw in the night. The date was ruined and he had his job and friends to blame.

Xander threaded his arm through the helmet rather than put it on. With the goo in his hair, he'd never get it back off. He tightened his hold around Wes, trying to calm down. All he had wanted was dinner and a movie. Just some time with a person who was becoming special to him. And Angel? Angel might as well have hammered the final nail in the coffin that was this date. He soooooo didn't need that crap from the walking dead.

Grimacing and shaking his head, Xander refused. He refused to give in... Angel, Deadboy, didn't have any place on this bike. Didn't have a place on this date. Wes and he had agreed on that earlier. And dammit, the night was still young, if somewhat slimier. Xander spied a clear patch of skin on Wesley's neck. Time to exorcise the demon and to find their way back. He nuzzled the bit of skin, and let his hands get free and easy-ish with Wesley's chest.

A tremor ran down Wesley's back at Xander's breath across his neck. He gasped outright when one questing hand ran across his bitten nipple. They were fast clearing the suburbs and heading into the city. If Xander kept that up, they'd be the next wreck in the L.A. evening traffic.

Making a quick decision as he felt teeth grazing his neck, Wesley jerked the bike onto a side street and into an alley. He just wanted a good hard kiss and then they could get back to the hotel and maybe he could ask Xander what happened with Angel. Instead, he felt himself turning off the bike, throwing the kickstand down. Turning partway around he opened his mouth to say something and found himself kissing Xander as if his life depended on it.

~Good tactical decision, Wes...~ Xander met the desperate passion in Wesley's kiss with a measure of his own. They had been kept separated too long by time and circumstances. Starving for each other, just too polite to drop the civilized mask and go at it like crazed weasels. He freed his arm, dropping Betty to the pavement, clawed at Wesley's belt. Hellmouth or high water, they were having sex now!

Xander broke the kiss roughly, his hand still working Wes' belt loose, and growled, "Hands on the handlebars... And Wes? Turn the bike back on."

His breath hitching, Wesley did as he was told. One better even, by pulling the main bike stand down, hauling the bike up. No danger of tipping there. His hand shook around the key as he throttled the bike back to life. As he leaned forward to grasp the handle bars, the vibrations and Xander's working hands made him hard. Harder, perhaps than he'd been in a long time. So hard and desperate for Xander's touch, hard enough that Prim and Proper Wesley was going to have sex in a dirty alley. Now. However Xander wanted it.

"Oh yeaaaaaaaah..." Xander sighed.

The bike was purring and so was he... Finally, victory over the belt and zipper guardians was achieved, and Xander had his hands on some very fine English jewels. ~Oh and that feels like a scepter!~ He wrapped one hand gently around the shaft and gave it a caressing stoke, while the other hand played with Wesley's balls. Another slow pull on Wesley's cock and Xander slid his hand to cup the head, letting his thumb rub and play with the leaking slit. Xander groaned, rocking himself forward against Wes and backward against the vibrating crotch rocket. With a raspy breath, Xander let go of Wesley to free himself from clothes confinement. Mr. Happy wanted parole and damn, if wasn't gonna get it... Approved! Xander fumbled his pants open, bracing himself not to topple off the bike.

Wesley was panting, eyes closed, body shaking with need. He didn't know how they were going to do this. He didn't care. Not that they were filthy, on the bike or vaguely in public. He had a fleeting thought, a recurring one really, wondering if Xander had some sort of power that stole his voice and clouded his mind. It happened every time the younger man touched him. Hell, it happened on the phone a couple of times. Had he really thought phone sex was unpleasant and embarrassing before Xander? He couldn't clearly remember. He just simply wanted and the man he wanted was doing what...? He turned his head to look.

Sighing in relief, Xander stroked the now free Mr. Happy. He leaned back as he noticed Wesley's gaze and continued to stroke himself lazily for his audience. Full palm stoke alternated with the two finger ok doke stroke. Balanced on the bike, it felt good. When a cool breeze cut through the alley and he felt his heated skin tighten, it felt better than good. One hand, bored, skimmed under his shirt and pinched a nipple. That was better. Then it hopped, skimmed and raked nails down Wes' back. Oh that was best.

Entranced by his private show, Wesley could do nothing but stare. Pleasuring himself, letting Wesley watch that lustful face, that beautiful cock... wicked. Defiantly wicked. Especially when Xander's free hand burrowed under his jacket and clawed his back. He hissed and arched into the touch. The vibrations of the bike had his own cock leaking steadily and he couldn't help a small whine.

"Xander..."

"Yeah, We-" The sound of a car at the other end of the alley made Xander straighten, starting to pull his coat forward. The headlights diseappeared as the car turned back onto the road, and Xander's heartbeat back down to triple time from out of control. "Ya know, Wes... I think it's time to get this show on the road." With a smirk, Xander pulled and fished something out of his wallet. "Ready to ride?" He smiled wildly and presented a lubricated condom.

"God yes!" Wesley breathed. He looked around for a bit, then hoisted his feet onto the pegs. "Get that on and I'll get these down." He muttered, pulling his jeans off his hips.

Then he chuckled. If that car had come just a bit later, they would have gotten a nice, pale English moon. As it was, with him bent over the gas tank, ass up, it was funny. Potentially arrest worthy as well, not that he cared one wit at this moment.

With a haste granted to only the really horny, Xander got the condom on, and with a combination of gathered precome and spit, started opening Wesley up with his fingers. Adrenaline and lust combined, Xander was too jazzed up to take it slow any longer. He made sure take the time to rub Wes' magic spot a few, okay dozen, times. Then it was show time. Xander couldn't wait any more, he was so hard his entire body ached... from his toenails to his goopy hair.

With a full body shudder, Xander gripped Wesley's hips and guided his cock in. "Throttle's open. Let's hit the gas."

Wesley bit a clean spot on his jacket to muffle his cries. That sweet good burn filled him as Xander slid in. Like the bite around his nipple, this was a pleasurable hurt. His hips jerked as he tried to settle himself, let his body adjust. Fast and hard was what he wanted, though. He pressed back, pushing Xander in deeper.

"Please, Xander..." Sometimes that seemed like all he could say. "More..."

"So polite..." Xander gasped and slammed the rest of the way home.

Gripping Wesley's hips so tight bruises were assured, Xander rocked his hips in rhythm to the bike's purr, jabbing in and sliding out. Tight, hot and oh so sweet, that it hurt. Xander had to bite his lip to hold back the howl. It was too good. Wes felt too good. As if made for him, and him for Wes.

He tilted his head and was almost stunned into orgasm by the vision of the scene. Wesley bent over, still gripping the bikes' handle bars, sweater pushed up and exposing ivory skin covered muscle. Xander's cock gliding in and out... of Wesley. Seeing it. Feeling it. Frantically, Xander increased the pace, moaning. He couldn't hold back. It was perfection, or the closest he'd ever get to it.

His face screwed up tight, Wesley bit his coat again. If he didn't years of muffled cries would shout out. He wanted to though, shout, scream, call Xander's name. Just not here, not where the police could come and wouldn't that just be the way tonight? So he bit harder, panted through his nose and gripped the handlebars tight. Xander's fast pace drove him forward with each thrust, his cock pressed against the gas tank. The vibrations thrummed through him, quiet moans escaping through leather biting teeth.

Xander upped the stakes, slamming into Wesley harder and faster. The underthrum of the bike, Wes' soft moans, the wet hot sounds of sex... The wet hot feel of Wesley's insides... Xander was gonna pop like a rocket on blastoff day. As sweet as dragging out the 'pleasure moment' through slow erotic torture could be, some times a fast hard screw was the only way to scratch that itch. The fact that anyone, pedestrian or motorist, could walk right on to them looking for a shortcut, just amped Xander's adrenaline more.

Not so shy, the animals in his skull wanted someone to come along. Wanted witnesses to this act. Someone to see that this beautiful man had given himself to Xander. That he was Xander's, if only in this moment. Xander hissed and let loose with a short harsh strangled bark. Adjusting his grip on Wesley's hips, he pulled his lover back against him, never loosing his rhythm.

"Gonna cum... Wes, I-" Another short labored groan, and Xander buried his teeth into the back of Wes' neck, muffling his howl in the other man's skin.

Wesley arched back hard as Xander bit him, a cry passing his lips. His eyes flew open and his whole body began to shake as he felt the coming rush of orgasm. Xander was surging in him, biting everything just right. His fingers were digging holes in Wesley's hips, his teeth biting hard. He caught a glimpse of Xander in the side mirrors, body hunched over his, moving furiously. A bigger thrill ran along his nerves at the sight. Xander, working his whole body just for Wesley.

"Yes, Xander love... oh God..." He clamped his mouth shut hard again, teeth clacking, as he came, shooting across the gas tank.

Xander ground himself against Wesley, trying to get as deep as possible even though he was loosing control of his body, of his mind. He wanted to meld with his lover in this moment, as his body shuddered and locked. Wesley was coming for him, without even a hand to help... Again the word perfect floated across his brain, just before it's orgasm holiday. They had crossed the finish line. The checkered flag had waved, and it was 'Goodnight Gracie' time.

Wesley's breath came in hitching sobs as his body just... undid. His locked jaw had come open, his stiffened arms were collapsing, his legs felt like over boiled noodles. Letting his head hang, he shifted, nearly sitting in Xander's lap. Words tried to come out and failed, so he wrapped an arm back and around his lover instead. Here, in this alley, and it was... perfect.

Sliding his arms around Wesley, Xander hugged him closer, nuzzling the bite mark he'd left. He was little surprised he hadn't taken a chunk out of his lover's neck, the force he had bitten with had been on the extreme side. Wesley would have another mark, though that was certain. He chuckled warmly, and ran his fingers lightly over his lover's belly, just happy to be there, in an alley with Wes. Warm and comfy feeling glowed inside him, and Xander thought this must be the best place to be in the world, as long as it was with Wes. He needed to tell the other man that... However, Xander's first attempt at speech sounded more like he was choking, because he was... choking.

Wesley tried to whip around and failed. Between the half lowered state of his pants and Xander's body against his, he could only get his head around. "Xander?" His voice was alarmed. "Xander? Are you all right?"

Wheezing, Xander coughed and tried to clear his throat. He coughed hard enough to bring tears to his eyes, but finally got a full lung's worth of air. He sagged against Wesley for a few moments just breathing. "Oh yeah. Dandy. Just swallowed wrong and tried to choke on my own saliva," he sighed, "I mentioned I was a spaz, right?"

"I do believe you mentioned it once or twice," Wesley said, relaxing again. "I didn't buy it until the little dance back at the house." He put his head back on Xander's shoulder. "Just glad you weren't choking to death."

"No. I know a man can't die of embarrassment, 'cause look still here..." He grinned wryly, "One day I'll get the hang of swallowing and breathing with out cutting off the breathing part."

"Please do. I'd like you to be around for a while," Wesley said, turning his head to place a small kiss on Xander's cheek.

Redirecting Wesley with a gentle fingertip to the chin, Xander took that sweet small kiss on the lips. "See what I can do," he smiled.

"Please do," Wesley muttered again. The flash of another set of headlights made him jerk forward. "Blast. Perhaps we should go."

"Yeah, I still want to shower, before this slime sets and becomes a permanent part of me." Xander sat back gingerly, disposed of the condom, and did his pants up. "Ooops, better not forget Betty." He leaned down and scooped the pink lady up and laced his arm through the helmet. "Oh before final destination? I need to stop by my car and get my over night bag..."

Doing up his own jeans, Wesley nodded. "Right. A quick pit stop at the Hyperion and the... well hell. Back to the other hotel then. I imagine their shower is bigger than mine." He swiped his hand across the sticky gas tank and shoved the stand down. It took both of them to walk the bike out of the alley backwards, but soon they were on their way.

The trip took less than no time. The earlier traffic had all but evaporated. No one was on the road. The bike pulling to a halt actually jolted Xander back to the present, wrapped around Wes he had actually phased out a little. "Oh look, back at Hellmouth II, the annex. Oh sorry, your offices..."

"Yes, my offices," Wesley said. He set the bike up and turned, kissing Xander thoroughly. "But I forgive the comment as, well some days it's true."

Smirking, Xander pulled his tired body off the bike. He wandered down the block a little, then stopped confused and looked around. His hand was half way to his head to scratch, when he remembered the goop, and forced it back down. They needed to achieve shower now, the demon goop was starting to dry.

With a sigh, he walked back past Wesley and a bit further down the block the other way. Okay, something was wrong. Way wrong. He wandered back toward Wesley, even more confused.

Wesley watched the little pacing ritual and frowned. "Something wrong?"

"Wes?" Xander look down the street, both to the right and to the left. "Wes, where's my car?" He repeated the scan, and half turned his body to point. "I parked right by that streetlight. Right out in front here." He turned back, mournful eyes begging Wesley, "Wes, where's my car?"

Wesley looked up and down the street. "Bugger."

The End