“Dare I ask?” He muttered into the darkness, which wasn’t nearly as dark for him as it was for Xander.

“Mmmrphle,” Xander mumbled incomprehensibly, his tongue busy tracking down cookie crumbs.

“You...you’re licking the packaging?” Spike asked, shocked—although he shouldn’t have been. He knew Xander fairly well.

“Hungry,” Xander grunted, tossing the box away. “Are we there yet?”

“Judging by the fact that we’re still in the air, at cruising altitude, no,” Spike replied from his perch. “I’m sure there’s something else to eat in here, though.”

“Really?” Xander said, hopeful. “More cookies?”

Spike shrugged. “Doubt it, but I can smell dried fish somewhere.”

Xander wrinkled his nose. “No thanks, Spike. Not much for the dried seafood products here.”

“Lube?” Spike offered casually. “There’s sugar in that one tube you picked up a few days back.”

“Where are you, anyway?” Xander inquired. “It’s dark and cold and if you want to do anything that involves lube, you need to be closer.”

“Actually, I could use the lube over here,” Spike murmured, unearthing the lubricant from a duffle bag. He snapped it open, squeezing a dollop onto one palm. “It’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

Xander oriented on the sound, which wasn’t completely muffled by the plane’s engines. “What, jack off? I know you’ve done that a time or two, Spike.”

“Very true,” Spike agreed, stroking his slick hand along his cock. It was cold, but he didn’t mind, his erection firming up quickly. “And I’m good at it, too.”

“I know,” Xander confirmed, creeping along the floor. He knew Spike could see him, just like he knew Spike had planned this all out. Xander didn’t care, though; he was over his little fit of mad at being left hanging. It just didn’t do to hold a grudge against Spike, not when the vampire was, for the most part, a sure thing.

A very good sure thing.

“Come up here,” Spike ordered when Xander reached his legs. Xander moved obediently, straddling Spike’s lap. He gasped when Spike unzipped his jeans and reached for his cock with a cold, slippery hand. The frigid temperature didn’t stifle him for long, however, not when Spike clasped their cocks together, gliding up and down with a firm stroke.

“I’m still hungry,” Xander grumbled. Even to his ears, the complaint rang hollow.

“Can’t help you there,” Spike replied, rocking gently. “I’ll feed you when we land,” He promised, hoping it would be enough to keep Xander quiet for the rest of the flight. They should’ve brought more to eat; Spike knew that.

At least they had a lot of lube.

Xander didn’t reply; he simply tucked his face into the crook of Spike’s neck and pushed one hand down to intertwine with Spike’s. He was lightheaded and more than a little dizzy, from both the lack of food and the altitude. It wasn’t enough to make him sick, but the plane definitely wasn’t pressurized the way his ears would’ve liked.

Spike tightened his grip and considered shoving Xander to the floor, peeling off his jeans and fucking him silly, but before he could do so, Xander sank his teeth into Spike’s neck. Hard. Pale, cool skin broke and Spike felt Xander lapping at the wound, groaning as they shoved together.

He wasn’t sure if it was the biting or the licking that did it for Spike, so Xander tried both on another spot, relishing the way Spike whined and jerked every time he cut through flesh and drew blood.

“Xander,” Spike whispered, fingers teasing human skin, trying to make Xander lose control before he himself did. The boy knew exactly what he was doing, bringing a touch of pain to the fore. “Come here.”

Xander leaned up, releasing Spike’s neck. He couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel plenty. Spike’s face was ridged, each bump catching on Xander’s lips. Finally he found Spike’s mouth, taking hold of the vampire’s lower lip before Spike could get control of the kiss.

Right when Spike thought he had Xander exactly where he wanted him, white-hot pain bloomed, spiraling down his spine to settle in his balls. The pleasure he’d been holding back broke free, spilling coolly over his and Xander’s hands.

Xander released Spike’s now-bloody lip and stroked himself more firmly, Spike’s semen slicking his fingers.

“One hundred and...” Spike slurred, tongue probing at the quickly-healing wound in his mouth.

“Four,” Xander groaned as he climaxed and collapsed against Spike.

“That hurt,” Spike said as he settled Xander next to him.

“I told you, I’m hungry,” Xander reminded him. “Besides, you liked it.”

Spike smirked into the darkness.