"Well, don't you look cheerful. Spike really *must* be good in bed."

Coffee met carpeting. "Buffy!" Xander yelled. He glanced out his office door, but no one had come running. "What the hell are you talking about?" He hissed.

The Slayer's eyes narrowed. "Don't bother denying it, Xander. Willow saw you. You and *Spike.*" Her face screwed up in disgust, tiny hands balling into fists. "How could you, Xander? He's... Spike!"

Xander checked to make sure he was right in the doorway. This was going to turn ugly; there was no way around it. "Yeah, he's Spike," Xander echoed. "And whatever we're doing is private. I don't ask about your sex life, do I?" No, he'd learned that lesson in high school.

"Hello? Evil, bleached vampire. Straight Xander. I'm seeing all sorts of issues here," Buffy ground out.

Xander scowled. "Er, two things, Buffy. First: Angel. Second: Willow."

"That's not the same and you know it!" Buffy replied hotly. "Angel had a soul, and Willow's... Willow. You were *engaged*, Xander. To Anya, who said you really enjoyed sex with her--a very female person."

Xander's temper heard some otherworldly starting gun and took off like wildfire. "You know, Buffy, I don't think I want to get into this conversation with you at work. In fact, I doubt I'll ever want to talk to you about this anywhere, anytime. It's none of your business. So, unless you've got some sort of legitimate reason to be here, I suggest you leave." He'd be damned to hell before her blonde perfection (and wasn't he beginning to sound suspiciously like Spike?) got between him and his lover.

"Willow said you were acting all lovey with him. Probably a spell," Buffy said, mostly to herself. "We planned for this, you know. It's for your own good," She continued, moving around the desk, picking up a rope she'd stashed in his office chair.

Xander joined his temper and headed for the hills. One hand slipped into a pocket for his cell phone. He dialed home by memory, hoping that if he kept calling back; Spike would wake up... if the vampire was in fact at home and not tied up or dust at the hands of his now-former best friend. "Come on, Spike. Be there. Pick up the phone and curse at me for waking you up, come on..."

The young man reached his car, hearing Buffy's footfalls behind him. He'd managed to gain a bit of distance by virtue of knowing his workplace better than she did. He threw himself behind the wheel and took off in a screech of tires, still trying to get in touch with Spike.

"Who the fuck is it?" Spike growled into the phone. He'd been dreaming of Xander when the phone had started ringing. And ringing, and ringing, and ringing... finally he'd answered it, just to give himself the pleasure of verbally eviscerating whoever was bothering him.

"Buffy knows," Xander said curtly. "Slayer seriously not happy, Spike."

Spike spent about two seconds thinking. "Right. Meet you outside in three minutes." He slammed the phone down and vaulted out of bed. Vampiric speed had never been so useful as it was now. In two minutes and fifty-five seconds, Spike was downstairs in the lobby, blanket in hand. He'd managed to get dressed and amass everything important from the apartment, all stashed in two duffle bags.

Xander pulled up and pushed the passenger-side door open. He heard another car pulling into the parking lot, even as Spike dashed to the car and dove inside. Xander pulled out, narrowly missing Buffy's car as she tried to block his exit. He made it to the street, only to see Willow standing a block away, glaring at his car. "Spike, you got anything in that blonde head of yours? 'Cause if you don't, Willow's gonna pickle us...or worse," Xander said frantically.

Spike growled. "Turn left, not right. Go to the cemetery," He ordered. Spike clenched his teeth briefly, wishing he didn't have to do what he was planning. The boy was not going to want to ditch his car. As soon as his jaw relaxed, he began a light, song-like chant. It wasn't much, just a simple blocking spell. Only good for a few minutes, it would let them reach the De Soto, which he hoped the girls wouldn't be looking for.

Xander drove to the cemetery. "Ok, now what, Spike?" He asked. Somehow, they'd managed to lose Buffy and Willow, though he was sure they'd soon show back up.

"Get out," Spike muttered. He bundled himself up and exited the car, taking some shelter in the shade of a huge tombstone. "See that kid over there?" He asked Xander, who had joined them. "Pay him twenty to drive your car to the police station."

Xander decided that now was not the time to question Spike's plans, whatever they were. "Ok," He said. It took about thirty seconds to convince the young vagrant to take the money and his car keys. Xander was confident he'd never see his car again.

Spike waited for Xander to return to his side. Then he ran towards the De Soto. Xander's footfalls were a welcome noise in his ears, reassurance that he'd not lost his boy. When they were safely away from Sunnyhell, he'd spend a few minutes being amazed that Xander had chosen him and not his friends. Right now, though, he was more interested in getting to his car, where he could take control and get them out of town.

Xander let Spike push him into the decrepit automobile. It shook and shuddered when Spike started it up, but the thing managed to turn over. Spike drove through town, taking side streets, until they hit the highway. "You know, you can sit up now," Spike murmured to the still-cowering Xander.

"Ok," Xander whispered, crawling across the seat to lay his head on Spike's thigh. "Where are we going?" He asked, staring up at the steering wheel.

"South," Spike murmured. "We'll figure out something once we reach LA."

"Why LA?" Xander inquired absently. He was still pumped full of adrenalin; making his seeming calm very deceptive. Xander's skin fairly itched with the need to do something.

Spike shrugged. "Resources," He replied cryptically. One thin hand fell to Xander's head, carding the damp, sweaty hair there. His boy was shivering, almost quaking. He knew it was excitement--the thrill of being chased and escaping capture.

Xander turned over, pressing his face into Spike's crotch. The vampire was hard, something that didn't surprise Xander at all. He himself was more than a little aroused, and frightened, by the last few minutes' activities. He'd just thrown away his entire life for the demon currently soothing him with gentle touches and the occasional murmured endearment.

"Xan..." Spike moaned as Xander reached for his jeans. The vampire nearly swerved off the road as his cock was engulfed by a hot, slick mouth. That eager, rough tongue pressed against his length, even as Xander's lips sealed around his erection. Then Xander began to suck.

Xander relished the keening wail that rang through the car as he worked Spike's cock. The pulsing, driving tension was forcing him on, demanding that he push Spike farther, touch more, suckle harder, drag his fingernails along sensitive testicles until Spike made that particular noise continuously.

Spike's eyes were frozen on the road. He couldn't blink; he didn't dare. If he did so much as twitch one muscle, he'd come so hard he'd black out, and that would be bad for the man in his lap. Combined with his own danger-high, Spike was well and truly flying. Being chased by hellhounds was nothing compared to this. They'd outsmarted a Slayer and her witch, and probably the Watcher too. And now... now he and his lovely boy were making their grand exit from the Hellmouth. He'd been thinking of this as an 'in the distant future' activity, but he was more than willing to adjust. Now was good, now was a perfect time to show his boy the world, now was Xander humming and vibrating around his cock and squeezing his balls just hard enough to bring him off in a startling shriek of fangs, yellow eyes and come.

"Mmm..." Xander murmured, licking his lips. He sat back and tucked Spike back in his jeans. Even though he was still hard, the young man felt much calmer, less jittery. "Thirty-six, I believe," He told Spike, poking the vampire in the hip.

Spike just nodded, still biting his tongue from his overwhelming climax.