"I thought you said there were peanuts."

Spike motioned for the flight attendant. She brought a bowl of peanuts for Xander. He shoved them in Xander's hands and threw back the rest of his drink. "Peanuts, luv."

Xander gobbled the snack and craned over the seat back to watch the other passengers. Spike just sighed and let Xander play. He knew the boy would soon tire of the plane; it only held so many new and different things.

Spike sat back in his seat and tried not to dwell on all the things that could go wrong. He wouldn't wonder if he'd wake up dust one night because Buffy had tracked them down. Angel wouldn't call airport security, having recovered suddenly. Willow wouldn't cast some huge spell and turn him into a vampiric toad. A chipped vampiric toad who couldn't suck the blood out of flies.

No, he wasn't going to think about those things. In that way lay madness, and Spike didn't need any more insanity in his unlife. He knew that one day, Xander would want to face his friends again. Spike understood, even if he didn't agree with the idea. But that was far in the future, and thus not something Spike was going to worry about.

Xander raptly watched the flight attendant as she ran through all the safety procedures. Spike wrapped his hands around the armrests and dug his nails into the plastic, waiting for the telltale jolt of the airplane being pushed back from the gate. Once the plane was moving away from the terminal, and Angel, he could let go. After they were in the air, maybe he'd start to relax. Maybe.

Xander saw that Spike was uneasy, but he couldn't stop being excited. The very nice flight attendant had located a pair of wings for him, which he now had on his shirt. That was how he knew that Spike wasn't ok--the vampire would've said something about the cheap plastic toy had he been his normal self.

Spike stared at the floor while they taxied to the runway. They were just about to take off when he felt a warm hand cover one of his own. He glanced over to see Xander, smiling happily. He nodded briefly before turning back to his study of the carpeting.

Xander felt his stomach lurch as the plane began to speed down the runway. Watching the ground disappear was fascinating, but he spared a glance at Spike, who was already looking better. By the time the young man tore his gaze away from the window, Spike was back to his old self.

"So, how's flying?" Spike asked Xander as he shifted around to face the boy.

Xander grinned. "This is *so* neat! When do they start serving food?"

Spike laughed and shook his head. Only Xander would actually look forward to airline food. The vampire had a few pints of blood stashed in some insulated drink bottles in their carryon luggage, so he'd be fine. Xander, though... well, at least they were in first class.

Within half an hour, though, Xander was bored. The airline magazine was boring and full of advertisements. All the soda and peanuts in the world didn't cover up the fact that airplanes smelled odd. And worst off all, he'd seen all the in-flight movies.

Spike knew the moment Xander realized that there wasn't much fun to be had with the standard airline fare. The vampire didn't blame the boy for his boredom; if he hadn't come prepared for such an eventuality, he too would be gnawing at the door seals, preferring to test his luck at 30,000 feet to staying inside the blasted thing. As soon as their flight attendant made her next pass by and headed for the coach cabin, Spike made his move.

"Wha--" Xander began, only to find himself muzzled by Spike's hand. The vampire dragged his human forward and into one of the tiny bathrooms, locking the door behind them. "So *that's* where the bathroom is," He said as soon as Spike released him. "I was beginning to wonder about that."

Spike backed Xander into the far wall, not a very difficult thing to do considering the cubicle's size. He silenced Xander's prattle with his mouth, even as those slender hands began to work on the boy's jeans.

Xander very, very briefly considered protesting this encounter. He nipped that idea in the bud, however. There were three hundred people just outside the door, all of whom could try to walk in at any moment. Besides, he wanted his first airplane trip to be a memorable one.

Spike rucked Xander's jeans down to his ankles. The young man turned around, kicking one shoe off and pulling his leg out of the fabric. Spike reached for a few squirts of the lotion the airline put in the bathroom, never taking his eyes from the sight of Xander, spread out in front of him over the head.

Xander muffled his shrieks with one forearm as Spike sank two fingers into him. His knees wobbled, hitting the toilet's base as Spike scissored his fingers apart, rubbing against his prostate.

Spike wrapped one arm around Xander's waist, positioning his cock at the boy's entrance with the other hand. He reveled in the ragged shudders of Xander's body as he impaled his lovely arse, stretching that tight hole. The plane rocked gently, making Xander tense up.

"Easy," Spike murmured. "Just a bit of turbulence." He thrust gently, starting a soothing, rocking motion. Every slide into Xander's body took away some of his worries. Each agonizing retreat drove off a few more fears. Xander, too, began to relax, pushing back on Spike's cock to encourage the vampire to pick up the pace.

Xander's mind was spinning wildly. The brief turbulence had sent his nerves into orbit and even though he wasn't frightened anymore, he was still high from the adrenalin rush. That tingling, heart-racing euphoria was only amplifying the sensation of Spike's cock splitting him open. The young man worked himself on that shaft, suddenly wanting very much to feel Spike come in side him.

Spike let himself go, shoving his cock into Xander with cruel force. He wrapped one hand around Xander's erection, pumping in time to his thrusts. The boy shuddered and stiffened, hot seed spilling out into Spike's hand as he tightened around Spike's straining flesh. The vampire buried his face in Xander's neck as he came, a low growl vibrating between them.

"So, thirty-eight was in an airplane lavatory," Xander said, smacking Spike's ass as he got dressed. "There is something extremely clichéd about having sex in an airplane."

Spike just smirked. /Just wait until we get to the transatlantic part of our little trip, pet./