"Right," Spike replied as he locked the door and hefted Xander over his shoulder. "Shouldn’t have let you talk me into dancing. You're too tired for anything now."

Xander let his hands flop around, hitting Spike's back and ass. "Spike, I'm *never* too tired for that." In fact, Xander thought that a bit of slow, easy something-or-another sounded like the perfect way to end the day.

Spike laid Xander on their bed and quickly stripped the boy down. It wasn't easy, particularly since Xander's boxers had tried their best to fuse to his skin. A damp washrag solved that problem, though. Soon he and his lovely boy were ensconced in a warm bed, snuggled up under the covers.

Xander wallowed in Spike's arms until he found the vampire's mouth. Lips both cool and warm slid once, twice and then caught. Tongues introduced themselves and bowed for a slow waltz. Spike let himself float along the heady melodies of Xander's desire, adding in his own sharp accent notes. His boy knew just where to touch, right there and there and...

Spike shuddered as harsh ridges rose on his face. Warm hands came up to stroke the bony formations, even as their kiss continued. Xander slid his lips along Spike's fangs, slicing the delicate tissues. Both lovers groaned as sweet, hot blood flowed freely, painting their lips and teeth a vibrant rose red.

And in the corner, their silent observer seethed. /Traitor./ Fists clenched and struck defenseless air. /How could he? Spike is a... monster. An evil, soulless vampire!/ Furious jealousy and rage built like trapped steam.

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and gently turned them over, until his boy was buried deep in a nest of down comforters and pillows. Xander slid his legs up and around Spike's waist, urging the vampire on with the slightest of tantalizing thrusts. Still they kissed, unwilling to part even for a moment.

Xander reached over to a night stand and located some slick, which he handed off to Spike. "Slow tonight?" Spike asked in a whisper as he pulled away enough to reach between them. Nimble fingers stretched and opened an incredibly warm body, blue eyes watching raptly as brown ones widened and begged for more.

"M-more," Xander gasped, rolling his hips. "Slow...fast...just don't stop, Spike," He muttered, eyes fluttering closed. So long as some part of the vampire was inside him, Xander was content to spend all night on his back, reveling in nothing but the demon who had consumed his existence.

Spike moved up and over Xander, pushing his aching cock slowly and deeply inside his lovely boy. Twin cries echoed throughout the room as they were joined, pale and rosy lips meeting once again. Warm, breathy pants spurred Spike into action and the vampire began an easy, sinuous rhythm. He trailed his tongue down to Xander's ear and over his throat, sensing the human's pulse as it rose to meet his own quiet heart.

/We trusted him, and this is what we get? What happened to him? Xander used to be the purest of us, the one who saw black and white./ Blackness flooded verdant eyes. /He's tainted. Poisoned. There's no way he would let Spike do that./

"Please," Xander moaned as Spike's fangs ghosted over his neck. The sharp, cold slide of his lover's body was pushing Xander ever closer to the peak, coaxing yet another wave of ecstasy out of his liquid body. He wanted that deeper connection, the closest one. The one that only they had--the two of them together.

Spike briefly prayed to whoever had granted him this most precious being, and then let his fangs pierce his beloved's skin, drawing forth just the tiniest bit of rich, dark blood. The very first taste pushed him to climax, screaming hoarsely into Xander's neck as his body bucked and thrust in an attempt to bring them even closer together.

Xander felt the flash of tightness, and then only a lightning flood of pleasure as his entire body came, tightening around Spike's cock, back arching off the bed. No sound fell from bruised lips as he rode wave after wave, losing himself in the feel of Spike in and on and around him.

Their invisible voyeur ran from the room, unwilling to watch the tenderness between these two mated lovers. The act itself had been imbued with far too much emotion for her to comprehend, and the afterwards was unbearable. The whispered 'thirty-five' only added to her angered confusion. Walls were no barrier to her magicks as she fled Xander's apartment and dove into the night.

Willow didn't stop running until she'd reached the street. The young witch let her invisibility drop and slowed to a walk, aiming for her dormitory room and her sleeping lover. This evening had progressed from odd to nightmarish for the redhead. What had started out as a brief exercise in making sure Xander was ok and not in need of best-friendly companionship had turned into a hallucinogenic kaleidoscope of revelations.

One thing Willow was sure of, though, was that Buffy needed to know. With that in mind, she changed directions and made for the Slayer's home.