"Your pee, Madame," He said, giving the thing to Willow.

"Thanks!" Willow giggled, setting it aside. "Er... the room wasn't in too bad a shape, was it?"

"Nah. Some underwear, dirty dishes, that videocamera you were using to make tapes of Tara and you doing the nasty," Xander said cheerfully.

Willow choked. "It's for a media studies project!" Meanwhile, Tara was crawling under the counter, knowing that Xander had seen her underwear. If she'd known that Willow hadn't cleaned up that morning, she'd have insisted that she be the one to go get the needed ingredient.

"Riiight," Xander drawled. "Anyway, I didn't touch anything, not the lingerie, not the chocolate bars, and not the videocamera, even though that red, blinking light was awfully tempting."

Willow frowned. "The light was on? Huh. That means it's recording. Sheesh, I really am stupid. What am I going to do with hours of footage of the room, empty?"

Xander nodded absently...for about two seconds. Then he stopped.

The camera had been recording.

Taping.

Making a semi-permanent record of Spike and him in Willow's dorm room.

Having sex.

Xander jumped out of his chair as though he'd just realized he was sitting on a porcupine. "Er, I'm gonna go get some coffee! Back in a jiff!" Before anyone could ask him to grab a cup for them, he was gone, grateful that Willow had never asked for her keys. The young man raced up the street, dodging a few idiotic pedestrians and at least four drunk drivers.

"In a hurry?" Spike asked as he joined Xander. He'd just finished beating the bloody hell out of a fledge when he'd spotted Xander running hell bent for leather across campus. Figuring that *something* was going on, he decided to check things out. The fact that his lovely boy was running around like a chicken with its head cut off had *nothing* do to with it. Nope. Nothing.

"Camera... Recording..." Xander panted as he reached the dorm. Spike followed him upstairs, trying to decipher the panting mess that was Xander's speech.

"The camera was on?" Spike figured out just as Xander reached the dorm room. The blonde gently closed the door behind Xander and watched as the boy frantically checked out the videocamera.

"Willow...The thing is on..." Xander tried to figure out how to turn it off and remove the tape. Spike smirked and pushed off the door, stalking over to the boy.

"So you ran all the way over here to keep Red from getting a good show?" Spike murmured, catching Xander's hands. "You don't think she'd like it, that she wouldn't get all hot and bothered, seeing you bent over, taking it from behind, begging like a slut?"

Xander shuddered. "It's for a class project," He gasped, as always undone by that damned voice.

"She'd ace it, you know," Spike whispered, tracing the shell of Xander's ear with his tongue. "Very... intense."

Xander gritted his teeth and forced Spike away from him. "I just came out here to get the damned tape, Spike. They're waiting for me at the shop." Xander hated being played, hated it when Spike wound him up like he was some kind of toy. Damn it, it wasn't fair that Spike was always so fucking calm...

Spike, trying to rein in his own desire, watched with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as an odd procession of emotions flickered across Xander's face. Frustration, anger, indignation and irritation warred with curiosity and lust. Perhaps it was time to take a break, leave the dorm, and give Xander a few days to himself... if Spike was even welcome to return.

The vampire didn't breathe except to talk and pant during sex, so Xander had to work harder to read him. The signs were there, however; eyes dilated and tinged gold, jaw clenched, hip canted out just so, accentuating the blonde's half-hard cock and brutally sculpted body. Spike might've been playing him, but he wasn't unaffected, wasn't making fun of him. Spike was turned on.

A great number of possible outcomes had filled Spike's mind while Xander stood there. Most of them involved him trying to protect his neck and heart while running the hell away. Others were less physically violent but more emotionally wrenching, wherein Xander told him to go away forever. None of them, however, detailed what Xander did next.

Xander took one last look at Spike and decided that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to surprise the vampire. Spike was probably thinking that the best thing that could come of the next minute or two was Xander grabbing the tape and leaving... But that wasn't going to happen quite yet. The young man fell to his knees in front of Spike and ripped at the vampire's jeans. Spike's hands came up to grip Xander's shoulders as the boy peeled back faded denim and inhaled the blonde's cock.

Spike wailed brokenly as Xander devoured him. That mouth, blood-hot and wet, sucked with almost painful force. The sharp tips of canines grazed his foreskin, catching as Xander bobbed up and down. He shook as pleasure so acute it was painful raced through his cock, shattering his spine as it bolted into his brain. Rough, blunt fingers teased his balls. One chewed-on nail scraped hard against his perineum just as Xander swallowed him whole, humming at just the right pitch...

Xander grinned around Spike's cock as the vampire howled his pleasure. The brunette pulled back so that he could savor his lover's fluids, a cold flood filling his mouth. Spike's hands finally fell from Xander's shoulders and the boy stood up, tucking Spike back into his jeans. "Hate to rush things, but I really need to get back." He returned to the camera and popped out the tape, handing it to Spike. "This had better be at home when I get there, hmm? And no watching, or selling, or copying."

Spike nodded dumbly, staring dazedly at the floor. He was still trying to piece together the little bits of his brain he hadn't shot down Xander's throat. He barely even jumped when Xander's hand popped him on the ass. "Eight," Xander said cheerfully. "And lock the door on your way out. I'm thinking that Willow and Tara would prefer a bit of security, no?"