Spike very briefly considered throttling Xander, but thought better of it. Instead, he tried his very best to go back to sleep. He was exhausted from staying up all day during their train ride to Brussels, and the brief sleep he'd gotten so far just wasn't enough.

Xander took pity on Spike and set aside his plans to annoy the vampire into getting out of bed. True, he was bored to tears, but Spike was obviously in need of sleep. He'd do the right thing and stay quiet, out of respect for his lover. Xander settled into a chair and began to count ceiling tiles.

That lasted for all of twenty seconds. Before Spike could fall asleep again, Xander was on the bed, squirming under the covers. The vampire was about to pitch the boy onto the floor when Xander slid his arms around Spike and stopped moving.

"Hrmm?" Spike groaned curiously, wondering what Xander was up to.

"Go back to sleep," Xander ordered softly. He wasn't going to sleep himself; but for some reason, being with Spike like this quieted him significantly. The cool, unmoving weight of the vampire against him was calming and comforting.

The liquid warmth of Xander's body, paired with a strong, steady heartbeat, lulled Spike to sleep within minutes. Xander nuzzled the vampire's head and thought about their situation. They were on the run from his best friends, traveling like a pair of criminals. It didn’t make him proud. Then again, it was a thrilling adventure, and he was with Spike--which made Xander very happy.

Xander quickly realized that thinking about their current traveling itinerary was not helping him relax. He turned his attention back to his lover, who was now wrapped around him like an octopus. Arms and legs twined about him like steel ropes, keeping him a very willing prisoner. Xander ran his hands along Spike's back, wallowing in the soft, contented sighs his caresses elicited. It shook Xander straight to his soul, to see how innately his lover responded to him, knowing that he reacted just the same when Spike touched him.

The preternatural silk of Spike's skin fascinated Xander and his fingers began a quest to find the softest, smoothest patch of that fine stuff. Searching fingers touched and pressed, stroking and smoothing as he left nothing untouched on his sleeping lover.

Spike melted around his warm companion, letting his mind and body drift comfortably through hazy stages of sleep and wakefulness. He couldn't recall a time when he'd been more relaxed or content. Being with Xander was like curling up with every happy memory he could dredge up, all at once. The vampire surrendered to consciousness without regret as Xander began to touch him with more purpose, wondering what his boy had in store for them.

Xander reached the backs of Spike's knees and paused. This skin was incredibly smooth, even softer than the silky stuff behind the vampire's ears, or the satiny patch at the small of his back. The young man ran his fingers in erratic circles, straining to hear the whisper of rough callous against glassy immortal flesh. He could just hear it, a whispery rasp that disappeared when he broke the room's silence with his breath.

Spike's existence spiraled down with every circling of Xander's fingers, until the only thing he knew was the touch of his boy's hands on his legs. There was no pressure to the caress, just a feathery, glancing slide of skin. Every nerve in his body migrated to the backs of his knees, crowding together to beg for Xander's attentions. The blonde silently pleaded for Xander to never stop, to press harder, to dig in his nails and force Spike to wake up and do something, anything to continue the maddening torture or make Xander kiss him...

Xander grinned when he heard Spike whimper against his neck. He nudged the vampire's head over, encouraging Spike to move. As soon as the blonde lifted his head, Xander caught his mouth. Cool lips met warm, trembling as Xander's chuckle vibrated along needy flesh.

Spike dived wetly into Xander's mouth, pouring himself against the boy's sinuous tongue. He stroked the roof of his boys' mouth in time to Xander's own movements against his skin, ignoring the way he was crying into his lover's throat, begging even as he tried to seduce. Spike slid down slightly, letting their cocks align in a groan of heat and satisfaction. Xander's fingers dug in briefly, only to rub away the tiny hurt with repentant strokes and sighing warmth.

Xander broke the kiss so that he could bury his face into Spike's shoulder. He thrust hard against the vampire, the rough harshness of his cock against Spike's a sharp contrast to his gentle hands. "Spike..." He whispered reverently, praying to his immortal lover with every breath. "Love..."

Spike shuddered under the freeing weight of Xander's love, pressing down upon him like a stone even as it sent his heart soaring to the heavens. Blunt teeth scraped against the young man's neck, never quite breaking the skin. Warm pulses of pleasure radiated through his body, moving out in rippling waves from every place his skin met Xander's. His climax, built like ocean waves, rolling inexorably against his lost soul until they broke over him, washing away reality in a tide of shattering emotion.

Xander thrust again against Spike, his body now slickened with the vampire's semen. The feel alone of the blonde quaking and crying out against him was enough to send Xander into oblivion, but this time all it took was one look from those blue-on-gold eyes, glassy with unshed tears and reflecting every heady desire Xander himself felt for his lover.

"Forty-five," Xander sighed contentedly, letting his hands drift higher to press against Spike's ass. "You can go back to sleep now."