Spike shrugged. "You seem to like it alright," He murmured, his gaze flitting around the room. The patrons of the club were of little interest to him; they were, to a person, young, thin to the point of emaciation, and as dumb as sheep. There wasn't a person in the place that he'd trade Xander for. Hells, there wasn't one he'd give to Xander as a present.

Xander pressed a drink into Spike's hand. "It's better than Willy's," He reminded the vampire. "At least it is to me. No worrying that the sticky spot on the bathroom floor is someone's liver, or that the bartender got my Bloody Mary mixed up with yours."

Spike smirked and led Xander along one wall to an empty table. The idea of getting Xander on a dance floor, where they could writhe and thrust in a clothed, vertical approximation of sex was an alluring one. However, there was no way Spike was approaching the mass of sweaty teens that surrounded the stage. Instead of entertaining himself that way, Spike settled into a chair and pulled Xander into his lap.

Xander tensed briefly; this wasn't The Absinthe Room; people here were... used to seeing Tara and Willow together. He relaxed. As long as the gang wasn't here, no one would make a fuss. Besides, they were in a dark, partially hidden section of the club. "Are you over your spell of mad yet?" He asked the vampire, who was sipping his drink and boredly watching what passed for action in the Bronze.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, sliding deeper into the soft, plush chair. He was barely visible over the armrests, he was so immersed in cushions.

"The cleaning of weaponry," Xander reminded him. Spike shifted his arms around the boy's shoulders, drawing him down until Xander was cradled against his chest.

Spike snorted. "Oh, I'm over it," He replied. "Won't be showing up there anymore, an' that's that."

Xander frowned. "Oh." That meant significantly fewer evenings with Spike, since Xander would still be going. Well, he thought he would be. Cleaning gore off Buffy's weapons wasn't exactly his idea of contributing.

"Don't fret," Spike said soothingly. He slid a cool hand between Xander's knees, stroking gently along the seam between his boy's legs. Xander whimpered as the vampire reached his groin and that cold hand lay pressed against his burgeoning erection.

"I'll miss you," Xander whispered, enjoying Spike's ministrations. He rocked slightly, grinding himself against the blonde's body. Spike hissed appreciatively, running his fingers along Xander's crotch, encouraging him to continue.

"You'll see me every night," Spike promised, thrusting slightly. "Unless you want me to disappear."

Xander groaned. Spike's hand was stroking him with just enough pressure. The slick buzz of passers-by just made their chair seem more isolated, an invisible plastic bubble that floated in their private corner of some seedy teen club. "No...." He moaned. "Stay." Spike was not leaving, and that was that. He'd find chains, the ones Giles used on the vampire, anything to keep him.

Spike buried his face in Xander's neck, keeping up the breakneck pace of thrust-slide-grip-release that had both men panting and squirming. Denim and pressure on his cock was painful, beautiful, and generally mindbending. The scent of Xander's desire, the taste of it on that moist flesh... Spike bit back a keening wail of delight as he worked them furiously.

Xander's mouth fell open as orgasm rammed into him, leaving him a shaking, boneless supplicant bowing on the altar that was Spike's body. Dancers swirled like so much melted confetti in front of his wide-open eyes, adding a surreal, almost nightmarish facet to his climax.

Spike thrust once more, knowing that all he needed was that last touch. Ecstasy blinded him, racing through his system like wildfire. It burned and tore away at his defenses until all that remained was a shadow of a man, a demon, and his lovely boy.

"Mmrfl," Xander mumbled, wriggling slightly to get into the perfect position to fall asleep for a while.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, still buzzing.

"Thirty-four," Xander repeated muzzily. "Shh."

Spike nodded obediently and let himself join Xander in a dazed half-slumber.

Neither man saw the wide, unblinking green eyes that watched their every move.