He'd almost drifted off when a warm hand snaked under his blanket, pressing itself against the cool skin of his neck. He leaned into the caress, soaking up heat from that strong limb. After a moment, Xander reached over and grasped Spike by the shoulders, dragging the vampire across the seats to lie against him. The vampire found it an easier maneuver than he'd expected, since Xander had raised the armrest. Xander was propped at an angle, creating a warm bed for Spike to lean against. The young man adjusted Spike's blankets, making sure the vampire was completely covered.

"You looked uncomfortable," Xander whispered into Spike's ear. "And I don't think the flight attendant is really that mad at us."

Spike simply pressed his face into Xander's chest and relaxed into a boneless puddle of vampire. Xander laughed softly and held Spike, continuing to watch his movie.

Spike was having the nicest dream. He and Xander somewhere in the Sahara, in one of the anonymous hotels that dotted the desert oases. The night air was refreshing after a long day trapped inside the room, and they had the window open to enjoy it. The pungent odors of animals and humans permeated the breeze, making Spike wrinkle his nose. His lovely boy simply curled around him, giving the blonde a living, silken bed upon which to rest.

That satiny skin slid seductively along his, encouraging his wanton murmurs. Playful fingers traced his lips and he nipped at them, laving away the tiny stings with his tongue. When those hands drifted lower, Spike undulated sinuously, arching into each touch.

"Xan," He whispered needfully as his lover wrapped those strong fingers around his cock, stroking him with a sure grip. When he would have thrust too hard, Xander held him back with a steely arm, keeping Spike pressed tight against him. The vampire stilled, letting Xander lead the encounter. His lovely boy knew what he was doing, knew Spike's body as well as the vampire himself did. Each sensitive spot was given due attention and soon Spike was whimpering, squirming helplessly as Xander alternated between slowly jacking his cock and massaging his aching testicles. His whimpers turned to cries as Xander's movements became rougher and faster.

Then salty fingers slid into his mouth, giving him something to hold onto as his body twisted with ecstasy. Spike suckled furiously on those digits, savoring the heady taste of his boy's skin, sweat and musk. As he drew closer and closer to climax, Spike's face shifted and he dropped his jaw, keeping sharp fangs from those human fingers. He drew his teeth very lightly along the skin, teasing both himself and Xander with the glorious oblivion that a bite would give them.

He must have hit the right nerve, because Xander's hand tightened on his cock. One, two, three strokes and Spike was shuddering bonelessly as a blinding orgasm washed through him. It crashed against his heart again and again, pushing him ever closer to the secure warmth of his boy. When he finally emerged from that maelstrom, Xander was there, cradling him in steady arms.

Spike blinked and yawned. That had been one hell of a dream. If all of his were that pleasant, he'd do nothing but sleep and fuck Xander all day and night. "Thirty-nine," Xander whispered into the ear of his just-waking lover. Spike's head shot up in time to see Xander cleaning the last of his come off his hand. "And hey, you're awake just in time to catch the next movie! It's Casablanca."