LJ User lumenara said: Spike and Xander, trapped in an elevator/cave/small boring possibly dark space. Spike and Xander in the basement with the rope.

"So am I the muscle, or what?"

Xander doesn't answer, just looks up at the numbers like normal people do. Spike, meanwhile, is pressing his thumb into a panel of mirror until it cracks into spider webs.

"Stop it," says Xander, annoyed beyond the telling. The elevator lurches into service. This apartment is ancient, and its elevator is, like, the third one ever made. There are only four floors, including the basement. Spike doesn't listen. Xander should make note of this, for his own sake, but the elevator stalls at that moment between the first and second floor, and Xander puts a hand on the wall.

They wait in silence for a minute. "I don't think we're moving," Xander finally mutters.

Spike gives him a look. He tries to jimmy the doors, and succeed enough to expose the concrete wall behind them. "Well, you can just boost me up..." he says to Xander as he glances at the ceiling of the elevator. "Oh. There's no trap door. This thing is like a coffin." It's supposed to be a joke, but Xander is already hyperventilating.

"Oh. My. God," Xander says, and pushes every button on the panel. Then he pushes them again. It doesn't work that time, either. So he does it again.

"You better watch the heavy breathing," advises Spike. Xander looks at him wide-eyed. "Because of the, you know." Spike pretends to breathe, then gasp, clutching at his throat. Xander starts to do Lamaze hees. It's fun to watch.

Spike takes a seat on the floor. Xander begins to pound on the doors. "Help!" he yells. "We're stuck in the elevator! Help!"

"I'm sure the junkies and demons are calling 911 right now," says Spike from below.

"No, this is okay. It's okay. We are going to be okay," says Xander.

"Okay," says Spike, deadpan.

The lights go out. Xander screams. Spike watches him crouch on the floor like a girl. He rolls his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Xander is flat on his back, gazing blankly into the darkness. "I am so bored. I'm bored. Bored," he says, letting the sound roll off his tongue.

Spike would bite him if he could. He considers leaping up and pounding on the door himself. Screaming isn't out of the question, either. "Shut up, Xander," he says instead.

Xander squirms. "Aren't you bored?"

"That doesn't begin to describe it."

"I knew I should have left you in the basement."

"Bloody right."

They have nothing to say after that. Spike listens as Xander's breathing eventually evens out. Thank God, he's having a nap.

It's nice for a while. Then Spike gets bored. Very bored. So bored. He can't sleep; he's only been up a couple of hours. He's starting to feel a little claustrophobic. He can't believe that Harris fell asleep. What a git.

Spike suddenly realizes that his hand is drifting over toward Xander. At first he thinks he's going to shake Xander awake, yes, that's what he's doing, but when he touches Xander's bare arm, it's with a fingertip.

He runs his finger over Xander's bicep. When he gets no response, he moves up, over Xander's shoulder, his neck, his chest. It's a little game, is all, to pass the time.

When Spike runs his finger across Xander's stomach, Xander wakes up. He comes out of it slowly, and when he realizes what Spike is doing, he pretends that he is still asleep. There is something about the darkness that makes this seem logical.

So Spike's finger keeps moving. Down one thigh and back up the other. When it moves across Xander's crotch, Xander is painfully still. He holds his breath as he grows hard under Spike's touch. Spike watches Xander's face as this happens. He wonders how far he can push Xander until he's forced to move. Suddenly, this seems like the best game ever.

He starts to rub Xander's hard-on. Xander bites his lip. Spike can't imagine what Xander's thinking. It's the lack of light, the confined space. It's like they don't even exist in here. Spike rubs faster.

Xander is stubborn, Spike gives him that. He may be lying there rigid as a slab of rock, hips arched, but he is asleep, damn it. So Spike leans over and kisses him. Xander flinches, and the jig is up. Xander has about a tenth of a second to decide what to do next.

He kisses Spike back. And when he does that, the floodgates are opened, and he's sitting up, slamming Spike into the wall, forcing his tongue in.

Xander's excitement, plus the idea that the elevator lights could come on at any second, make Spike lose control a little. He pushes Xander back to the floor and straddles him. He holds Xander's hands down, and kisses him over and over, the kisses getting very wet indeed.

Xander silently struggles to sit up, and Spike understands at once: as long as they don't speak, this isn't happening. He rolls off of him, and Xander wastes no time before he's undoing Spike's belt. He works Spike's jeans down, and finds out firsthand that Spike doesn't wear underwear. Xander moans. This is not actual talking, and doesn't count.

Suddenly released from all semblance of reality, Xander starts jerking Spike off. He's something of an expert at it, it turns out. Spike slides further and further down the wall until he's on his back, his hands scrambling to find something to hold on to. To help him.

He settles on Xander's hair. He latches on, then yanks Xander's head down and kisses him again as he comes. Xander is gasping and trembling enough for the both of them.

When Spike opens Xander's fly and puts his mouth there, Xander says, "Please." This admission, this confession, is the most exciting thing anyone has ever said to Spike in an elevator. He pulls Xander into his mouth and proceeds to enjoy the hell out of Xander's reactions, which are an obvious mixture of thrill and terror. Xander tries to back away, but Spike follows him and pins him to the wall, his head and mouth and tongue working faster than humanly possible. Xander comes as hard as might be expected under the circumstances.

Spike takes his time cleaning Xander up. Xander seems to appreciate it. When he's done, they pull themselves together, buttoning buttons, smoothing shirts in the pitch black. As if on cue, Xander lies back down and pretends to sleep again. Spike shrugs and sits down next to him. He doesn't know what to think, so he lets it go. He's had a lot of practice doing this when he was still with Angel.

Xander blinks awake and stretches when the elevator finally comes back to life. He doesn't actually say, "I had the strangest dream!", but Spike knows he considers it.