"Where's the bloody prophecy?" Spike growled as he threw himself into a chair at the research table. Giles had called to invite Spike to help them translate a prophecy that contained parts written in Fyarl. When Spike declined, he was informed rather curtly that he had no choice; Buffy was always looking for something to stake, after all. The vampire glanced over at Xander, who was sitting next to him. It was obvious the boy didn't know anything about the situation. He looked shocked to see Spike in the store at all.

Giles slapped a pad of paper down in front of Spike and produced a pencil. The vampire took it with a scowl. "Translate, Spike, and you may leave," Giles stated archly. "I will be in the training room with Buffy. Xander will monitor your work."

Xander snorted as Giles walked off. "Monitor my ass."

"On occasion," Spike said under his breath. "Wanker. Come in and help us, Spike. Oh, you don't want to? Fine, Spike. If you don't help us, Buffy will stake you."

Xander scooted over, pressing himself against Spike. "He said that?" The boy asked angrily. Xander had been hoping that when he started easing up on Spike, the others would to. After all, he'd been one of the more vocal opponents of the vampire. Unfortunately it hadn't worked yet; in the months he and Spike had been together, Giles, Buffy and Willow had been less than kind to the blonde. Dawn was still friendly, but that only made Buffy more antagonistic.

Spike shrugged. "Yeah, but it got me here, didn't it?" He tried to act like being treated like shit didn't bother him. However, when Xander's arm wrapped around his neck and a pair of very warm lips brushed his cheek, the vampire didn't protest. Xander held onto him for several minutes, pressing kisses here and there. Soon Spike was purring softly, eyes closed. The prophecy lay forgotten on the table, along with the hated pencil.

Eventually, though, Xander pulled away. "Prophecy. Much as I hate to say it, you gotta work on the thing. Otherwise we'll never get out of here."

Spike nodded and glared at his pencil. Xander grinned and pushed his own ball-point pen towards the vampire. "Thanks," Spike murmured, letting Xander have the pencil. Giles must have just loved handing spike a wooden writing implement. Xander took the hated pencil and returned to his own task of alphabetizing Giles' list of books. He knew it was nothing work--Willow had the same list in the computer. But he'd shown up for 'research night' and Giles felt compelled to give him something to do. Willow was at school, working, and Buffy had chosen to do some training. If Spike hadn't shown up when he did, Xander would've left soon enough.

When Xander was sure the vampire was thoroughly engrossed in his translation, the young man quietly slipped out of his chair and crept under the table. As usual, Spike had his legs splayed out, ankles caught around table and chair legs. It was a perfect set up.

"Fuck!"

Xander grinned as Spike reacted to the warm hand that he'd just pressed onto the vampire's groin. The boy heard a pen hit the table top as he began to knead the blonde's quickly growing erection. Cool hands reached down to stop him, but Xander ignored them. "Translation, Spike," Xander warned as he reached for the vampire's waistband.

"Xander," Spike hissed. They boy was mad, he had to be. The Watcher and Buffy were in the training room, not fifteen feet away. Spike didn't mind public sex; no, that could be quite... exhilarating. But he had a feeling that Xander didn't really want to be caught doing whatever he was planning to do--

Xander relished the low groan that drifted down to him as he freed Spike's cock and licked the head with broad strokes of his tongue. Crooking his neck down farther, Xander took in more of Spike's erection, suckling gently. He ran one hand up the blonde's shirt, pinching a nipple with painful force. Spike swore and thrust into Xander's mouth, forcing himself deeper. Xander backed up a little, and then moved forward again, dragging his teeth along the underside of Spike's cock.

"Spike?" Giles called out, glancing into the shop's main room. "How is the translation?" Xander's hand immediately fell to Spike's lap.

Spike nodded slowly, eyes wide and wavering. He had both hands flat on the table's surface, pressing down almost hard enough to leave permanent impressions. There was no way he was going to say even one word to the Watcher. Xander had paused when Giles first spoke, but after a moment, he started moving again, humming subvocally around Spike's erection. The vampire bit his tongue and strained to keep himself from shifting into gameface.

Apparently Giles took Spike's gesture for an affirmative. "Xander is gone. Where?"

Spike tilted his head toward the door, willing Giles to think that the boy had gone out for coffee. If the British man looked down, though, he'd find Xander... and that would be very bad indeed. Now the boy had a hand wrapped a hand around his balls and was kneading, fingernails digging in now and then. "Ah, coffee again?" Giles murmured, dismayed. "Did he say when he would be back?"

Spike shook his head vigorously, hiding the fact that his eyes were glowing yellow. Then he bent his head to the papers in front of him and managed to pick up his pen. Giles sighed and returned to the training room, where Buffy was calling for him.

Xander heard the soft thud of Giles shoes and knew they were alone again. He grinned around Spike's cock and relaxed his throat, sliding the vampire deeper. Then he swallowed, squeezing Spike's testicles at the same time.

Spike's jaw fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head. Every nerve in his unliving body sang, pain-pleasure ripping control from him. He flung his head back and howled silently as he came, nails scratching the tabletop. Xander continued to suck and lick him, drawing out everything he had.

When Xander finally crawled out from under the table, he found quite the sight waiting for him. A gamefaced Spike was arched back over the chair, eyes wide and unseeing. Long, curly ribbons of wood shavings decorated the table where Spike had clawed at it in his ecstasy. The boy bent over slightly and pressed his lips to Spike's, nipping at pale flesh.

Spike's eyes flashed and the vampire sat up quickly. Xander made himself keep a serious face as he straightened. "Think I'll go get that coffee now. Want some?"

"Ah..." Spike began, head still a bit muzzy. Coffee? The whelp wanted coffee?

Xander smiled and shook his head. He grabbed a stake and a cross for his trip out, stopping by Spike's chair again before he left. The vampire didn't move as the young man bent to his ear, warm breath tickling his scalp. An equally hot hand ran down the blonde's side to rest on his hip. "Hey, Spike?"

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, leaning towards that luxurious, living body.

"One."