"Just wait 'til you've been on it eight hours," Spike warned.

Xander shrugged. "The last flight was long, too." It hadn't been so bad, either, other than the fact that the flight attendant really had hated them. "And I haven't seen all the movies on this flight."

Spike sighed. "That's because they're British. British Airways, British movies." He was looking forward to seeing something besides mindless American pap, even if it was just mindless British pap. In a few hours, he and Xander would be in London, far away from Los Angeles, California and a group of people who wanted him very dusty.

"So we *are* going to see Big Ben, right?" Xander inquired. "And Parliament, and Buckingham Palace and Scotland Yard?"

"Yes, yes, yes, and yes," Spike murmured. "We can see anything you want to, Xander, even if it's outside of London proper." The vampire watched in amusement as Xander's eyes grew wide.

"Stratford-upon-Avon? Hadrian's Wall? Stonehenge? I've always wanted to go to Scotland... can we see Glasgow? Edinburgh? Or maybe Ireland? Dublin?" Pleading brown eyes beseeched Spike to fulfill Xander's fantasies.

Spike simply nodded. How could he deny his boy? The vampire knew that Xander's hunger for such experiences was due to a horribly deprived childhood. Meeting, and subsequently killing, a wide variety of demons didn't make up for cultural malnutrition. Xander hadn't been exposed to very much outside of Sunnydale, in terms of art, history, or culture. To Spike, it was a sin to have so isolated the boy. Spike had been given a far more enriching human youth, and for all his failings, Angelus had made sure it had continued once Spike was turned.

Xander's obvious desire to make contact with the world made Spike even more grateful that they'd bonded and had all the time in the world. So long as they were careful about how they traveled, he and Xander could see everything the world had to offer--and then go back to re-visit any particularly memorable spots. And if Spike had anything to do with it, there would be a great many of those.

Spike accepted a drink from a passing attendant and sat back to wait for the plane to take off. Xander busied himself reading all the manuals and safety instructions, checking out the airsick bag, and wondering if he could make the oxygen mask come out of the overhead compartment.

"Hey, they're about to start the movie," Xander told Spike. "Everybody in it's going to sound like you."

"I doubt that, pet," The vampire replied. As soon as the lights dimmed, Xander rearranged them so that Spike was reclined against him, in the same position as they'd been in on the previous flight. Spike rested his head against Xander's shoulder, content to watch the movie while listening to the soundtrack whispering out of Xander's earphones. When the flight attendant handed them a pair of blankets, Spike draped them over their bodies, shoving a pillow back for Xander's head.

Xander wrapped his arms around Spike's waist, resting his hands on the waistband of the blonde's jeans. He could feel Spike grin when he undid the snap and began to work that tight fabric loose. Spike wriggled helpfully, wondering just how far this was going to go. Xander had been fairly bold on their last flight, waking Spike up in a most pleasant way.

It took a minute and some creative twisting for Xander to get his fingers lubed and sliding between Spike's thighs, teasing the vampire's hole. The position wasn't the best, but it was more than worth it to watch Spike try to be still and quiet while Xander twisted and probed with his fingers. By the time he was finished preparing the vampire, Spike was biting his lip to stay silent. If he was having trouble now, Xander wondered how he was going to survive getting fucked.

Spike lifted up when he felt Xander's fingers leave him. A thick, hot, hard cock pressed into his hole, stretching him oh, so slowly. He sank down, urged on by Xander's hands, until his ass was flush against Xander's groin. One warm hand reached over to wrap around his cock, the other holding him against his lover.

Xander lay still, waiting for Spike to figure out what to do. They couldn't just go at it; as much as Xander would've liked to have thrown Spike down onto the floor and fucked him blind, he wanted to walk off the airplane a free man. That meant discretion, which they could do, if they put a bit of effort into it.

Spike was suspended, waiting anxiously for Xander to move. Yet the boy was motionless, burning erection stabbing into the vampire's body. Spike tensed around him, contracting strong, cold muscles. It felt so good, so intense, that Spike did it again, hoping to spur Xander on. Maybe if he teased enough, the boy would figure things out and move already.

Xander's eyes crossed as Spike began to move, even as he lay still. That cool, quivering hole contracted rhythmically on his cock, tugging at him. He began a matching rhythm with his hand, slowly stripping Spike's cock.

Spike closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on working the cock that twitched inside him. He used every trick he knew to draw out Xander's climax, having finally figured out what the boy's game was. All of his body save his ass was completely motionless. To all onlookers, he was asleep, or nearly so. Xander, too, wasn't doing anything but milking Spike's erection. Had it not been for their intimate connection and the soft whisper of Xander's breath, hot against his neck, Spike would've thought he was dreaming again. He was used to movement during sex--either from him or from his partners. This quiescent pleasuring was soft yet somehow more intense; there was no slide of skin on skin, no slap of bodies to distract him from the pleasure.

Xander gritted his teeth as Spike clamped down hard around him, rippling convulsively as the vampire spilled into his waiting hand. That was all it took for the boy; the cool spill of seed into his palm and the tiniest of moans from his lover's throat sent him careening into orgasm, forcibly remaining still even as he flooded Spike with his release.

Spike watched as Xander wiped his hand on a napkin and stuffed it into the airsick bag. "Forty," The young man whispered as he pulled out of Spike and began to right their clothing. Spike yipped when warm fingers pinched his ass.