Spike stared at Xander, mouth agape. He shook his head, unable to believe what he'd just heard. Xander had exclaimed, in a happy voice, that there was fog. Fog. Maybe London had been a bad idea.

Xander grinned like a maniac and grabbed Spike's arm. "Come on, Spike! There's fog! I'm sure it's thick enough that we can make it to a cab, even though it's daylight out." The blonde let Xander drag him to the curb, where they indeed made it into a cab, luggage stowed, before Spike burst into flames. The vampire found his voice long enough to give the driver directions to their hotel. Then he fell silent, content to blink absently and try to keep up with the nonstop prattle spewing forth from Xander's mouth.

The farther they got from the airport, the more Spike relaxed. They were free; no job to draw Xander away, no so-called friends taunting both men with their inadequacies. Just them, together. Spike was hit with a rather sudden urge to bury himself in Xander, to wallow in the sweet boy's presence until they were both senseless. It was a very good thing indeed that they were close to the hotel.

Xander continued to babble on and on while they paid the cabbie and unloaded their bags. He managed to talk at the floor while Spike got their room, but as soon as they began to head for the elevator, he took up the almost chant-like list of things he'd seen since they'd arrived. Spike wondered if Xander had taken a breath for the last half-hour.

"Hey, this looks just like an American hotel room," Xander commented as Spike threw open the door.

"You were expecting what, a chamber maid in the corner?" Spike muttered. He pitched their luggage to one side and closed the door with a swift kick. Xander spun around at the sharp noise, only to find himself shoved against the door by a very intensely focused vampire.

Any questions Xander might have had about what Spike was doing were soon answered. The vampire kissed him thoroughly, tongues sliding together in a blatant mimicry of what their bodies would be doing in just a few short minutes. Xander moaned softly as Spike's hands found their way under his clothes, pulling at fabric until he was naked. The cold slap of leather against his bare skin made Xander shudder and writhe, even as Spike kept him pinned with that sinful mouth.

Spike didn't bother removing his own clothes; he simply unfastened his jeans and hoisted Xander up by his waist. The vampire slicked himself quickly and wrapped Xander's legs around his waist.

Xander broke their kiss to let his head drop to Spike's shoulder, his moans turning into broken cries as the vampire began to press into him. Spike was going so slow, pushing with inexorable force. "Spike," Xander groaned, turning his head slightly to bite down on the exposed flesh of his lover's neck. Spike growled and let go of Xander's waist, allowing the boy to sink completely down onto his cock.

Spike's forehead hit the door with a thump as Xander enveloped him. All of the vampire's senses were focused on the tight, absolute heat of the body that surrounded him. He froze, still as a statue, while Xander's body adjusted to his sudden invasion.

Xander closed his eyes and focused on relaxing. Spike was stretching him, pushing his muscles to accept him all at once. It took several deep breaths for Xander to find his concentration and quite a few more to begin to actually get his muscles to obey.

Spike listened to Xander's breathing, knowing that his boy was close to getting himself under control. He wanted to move, to pull out and thrust back into that incredibly hot, welcoming heat, but he wouldn't, couldn't, until Xander was ready. So instead of satisfying his need to fuck the boy senseless, Spike nuzzled Xander's neck and latched on with teeth that were quickly sharpening into fangs.

Xander had been nearly ready to beg Spike to start moving; the odd limbo that kept him suspended against the door, motionless, was driving the young man insane. When he felt those ivory fangs against his throat, however, Xander skipped begging entirely and moved straight into issuing orders.

"Move," Xander growled, tightening even more around Spike's erection. "Now."

Spike bit down, slicing through soft skin, even as he grasped Xander's hips in cruelly strong hands and began to move.

Xander gasped as Spike thrust, each harsh, erratic thrust bringing with it a sharp tug at his neck. The vampire wasn't drinking so much as holding on, but the effect was the same. Xander could only feel Spike's cock and his fangs, both buried deep inside, piercing him, filling him with the essence of his lover. The young man forgot the door at his back, the hours of frantic traveling they'd just completed, and the reason for that hurried exodus from Sunnydale. By the third thrust, the only thing in Xander's universe was the vampire driving into him.

Spike was in heaven; he was sure of it. Xander flooded his senses, overwhelming his demon with heady blood and wet heat. Spike thrust in time to the beat of Xander's heart, and rhythmically clamped down on the boy's neck in time to his thrusts. Sweet skin against his lips, sweeter blood on his tongue. Warm, hard hands clawed at his back, Xander's mewling cries and moans egging him on. The intoxicating heat that had so recently opened itself to him began to contract, spasming as Xander began to climax, hurled into orgasm by the erotic pressure of the bite and Spike's relentless cock. The vampire roared into Xander's neck, shoving himself deeper, both cock and fangs, as he let go and gave in to the lure of his perfect boy's body.

Xander let Spike carry him to the bed, grumbling softly when the vampire withdrew from his body. He already missed Spike inside him; the blonde's mouth and cock anchoring them together. "Er...Forty?" He murmured as Spike stripped off his clothes and buried them in blankets and sheets.

"Something like that, yeah," Spike replied groggily. He'd thought it was forty-one, but if Xander thought it was forty, Spike wasn't about to argue.