Xander looked around frantically. From the clues he could find, namely the large number of broken wheelchairs, IV stands and crash carts, he'd say that they were in the hospital basement. "Spike, we're in the hospital."

"Yeah?" Spike murmured. "Safer here than down there."

"Unless someone gets a stethoscope anywhere near you," Xander muttered, standing up. Spike joined him, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Let's get out of here, hmm?"

Spike followed Xander into the corridors of the hospital. They wound their way around the labyrinthine structure, trying to avoid the curious stares of various custodial workers and the denizens of the pathology lab. Apparently this wasn't a public-access part of the hospital.

"Hey, you!" Spike and Xander turned to see an orderly running towards them. "You're not supposed to be here!"

The pair took off at a dead run. The rounded a corner, as luck would have it into the hallway leading to the exit. They slammed through the doors and hit the stairwell. Once again Spike dragged Xander up with him, moving far more quickly than the human could on his own. Xander was beginning to feel like a sack of flour. Spike stopped on the first floor and poked his head out the door, then retreated back into the stairwell. "Better go higher and come down in the main stairwell. This only goes to maintenance areas." There were far too many people in the emergency room's maintenance area for this to work here.

On the fourth floor, Spike finally led Xander out into the hallway. The place was dead quiet. "Where are we?" Xander whispered.

Spike led them out into the main part of the hospital. "Looks like regular rooms, just quiet ones," He commented. Then he noticed the security guards. They were looking for... well, they were probably looking for him and Xander. "Come on."

Once again Xander was dragged along. Spike ducked into an empty room, shoving Xander into one of the closets there. After the door was shut, Spike leaned back slightly, relaxing a touch. Xander leaned against Spike's chest, trying to calm his breathing. "What now, Mr. Danger-Makes-Me-Horny?"

Spike grinned, noting just how correct Xander was. The vampire was indeed growing hard yet again. "Now we wait. Eventually they'll think we got out."

"What happens at sunrise?" Xander inquired. "It's not like I can just leave you here; if they find you, you'll be on a slap back in the basement."

Spike thought for a moment. "It's four hours yet 'til dawn; we'll leave in two."

"You want to spend two hours in a closet?" Xander asked incredulously. "Why?"

Spike thrust his hips into Xander's. The boy hardened instantly. "That. I should've known."

"Fuck me," Spike hissed, dragging his nails down Xander's back. The boy lifted his head, avoiding the clothing rod that would've hit him in the neck.

"How?" Xander inquired. "We're in a two-foot by three-foot closet by six-foot closet, Spike."

Spike twisted around, pulling a tube of lube from his duster. He pushed it into Xander's hand, and then unfastened his jeans. Xander twitched as Spike bumped into him during the shucking-of-jeans process. The human didn't see how Spike was going to get them over his boots and there wasn't room to remove those.

"Step forward," Spike whispered. Xander did so, feeling that as he did, Spike was sliding against him. When they stopped moving, he found himself standing between Spike's legs. The vampire put his hands on Xander's shoulders and lifted his legs, wrapping his jeans-hobbled limbs up to wrap around Xander's waist.

"Oh," Xander murmured. He held Spike close with one arm, opening the lube with that hand as well as the other. Golden eyes were all he could see as he slid lube-slickened fingers against cool flesh.

Spike tightened his legs around Xander. He was pressed hard against the wall of the closet, pinned between it and the hard presence of Xander's body. The boy pushed one finger inside him, teasing him with his slowness. "More, Xander," Spike said harshly, tightening around that finger.

Xander slid another finger inside Spike, scissoring them apart. Spike growled and bore down on his fingers, squeezing him cruelly. "Spike?"

"Fuck me," Spike repeated, snarling. Xander withdrew his fingers and lifted Spike enough to get into position. Then he let Spike sink back down, engulfing him.

Spike pushed off the wall as he rode Xander. The boy's blood-hot cock was splitting him wide open, hitting that spot, making him see things in the complete darkness of the closet. Then that warm, wet mouth touched his neck. His head lolled to one side, exposing vulnerable tissues.

Xander thrust up into Spike and pressed down with his mouth. Blunt teeth grazed pale flesh. He brought one arm back around, wrapping his fingers around Spike's cock. The vampire was quaking, shivering from the buildup of sensation. Xander knew they were both close; Spike from adrenalin and Xander from the fact that he'd brought Spike off twice tonight but hadn't found release himself.

Spike was truly afraid he was going to pass out. Xander was fucking him almost as hard as a demon would, pounding him into the concrete at his back. At the same time he had a death-grip on Spike's cock and his teeth were worrying the muscles in Spike's neck. The vampire hadn't had a ride like this since... the last time Xander had fucked him. Every time his lovely boy did him it was shattering and this was no exception. Spike could feel it, tightening his balls and weakening his knees. Oh, this one was going to be big, mind-fucking strong and...

Xander moved up to catch Spike's howl as the vampire came, spattering come on the back wall of the closet. Xander thrust a few more times before finding his own, quieter but no less powerful release. His body kept thrusting, kept pouring seed into Spike's body as though making up for lost time. If it weren't for the fact that he was supporting both his and most of Spike's weights, he'd want to stay this way forever.

"Nineteen," Xander murmured, squeezing one of Spike's asscheeks.

"Hmm?" A very groggy, sex-addled Spike hummed. "Again is good, yeah."

Xander giggled. "We've got to get out of here, Spike."

"Inna minute," Spike slurred, eyes still closed. If he didn't love this boy more than he did his own unlife, he'd kill him just so that Spike could continue to enjoy his afterglow. "Shh..."