Xander's emphatic statement was punctuated with a spate of drunken giggles. Spike watched, amused, as his intoxicated lover leaned against the fence surrounding the statue. As if by magic, an instant camera appeared in the vampire's hand and he caught the moment--Xander, laughing his ass off in the middle of Brussels.

"Come on, Spike," Xander invited, pushing off the metal fence. Spike watched incredulously as Xander easily scaled the low barrier, jumping into the pool below the famous artwork. "The water's fine!"

"Never should've let you get this pissed," Spike muttered as he leapt over the fence. As soon as he landed, Xander reached for him, tumbling the vampire into the shallow water. The blonde's growl of outrage was drowned by a warm, wet mouth that tasted of beer and Xander. Spike was so mollified by his boy's lips that he let Xander push him back to the wall, willingly submitting to the young man's ministrations.

Spike had just gotten Xander's jeans open--not an easy task when the young man was wriggling drunkenly--when a series of angry shouts caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder, cursing lividly when he saw a contingent of the local law enforcement gathered just outside their little watery haven. "Fuck."

"That's the point, yeah," Xander slurred happily. Spike rolled his eyes and twisted the boy around. Xander's eyes widened comically when he saw all the policemen standing around them. "Uh oh. We're in...trouble?"

"You could say that, yeah," Spike muttered. He glanced around, quickly seeing that they had nowhere to go. This was not good. The policemen soon made their way inside the fountain area, ordering the two men to step out of the water. Spike dragged Xander along with him, worrying that the boy would fall over if he let go.

"What're they saying, Spike?" Xander asked the vampire as the cops shouted at them. "Sounds like..."

"Be quiet," Spike hissed. "We're being arrested, ok?"

Being arrested was not high on Spike's 'to do' list for Brussels. Xander noticed that the vampire was a bit subdued, so he managed to sober up a little on the way to wherever the police were taking them. The young man's attempts to look serious were occasionally interrupted by spurts of giggling, which just made Spike scowl harder.

"Er, Spike?"

Spike looked over at Xander. They were in a rather large holding cell somewhere inside a police station. Their cell was empty save them, although other, nearby cells contained what looked like thieves, robbers, rapists, litterbugs, dissidents, vagrants and the occasional embezzler. "What?" He asked curtly, positioning himself as far in the shadows as he could.

"Are you mad?" Xander asked, lower lip trembling. He hadn't liked being booked, not at all. Spike kept snapping at him! Xander thought he'd done very well, remembering all the right information about his fake identity.

Spike growled. "We're in bloody jail, Xander. No, I'm not mad; I'm fucking furious!"

Xander sat down next to Spike on the narrow shelf that ran along the back wall. "But I thought you liked this sort of thing," The brunette whispered.

"Being in jail?" Spike spat incredulously.

"No..." Xander murmured, running one hand down Spike's chest. "Bondage. Look at all these bars, Spike. Cages," The boy continued; warm, yeasty breath brushing across Spike's cheek. "Night sticks. Handcuffs, leather. Guns, blood. Violence."

With every word, Spike fell further from anger, his body reacting to the delicious pictures Xander was painting. The blonde closed his eyes, imagining Xander, strung up against the bars, naked and writhing. Oh, he wanted to see that! "Xander, I'm still mad..." The vampire muttered halfheartedly.

Xander moved to straddle Spike's lap, pressing them together from thigh to neck. "All those guys out there, watching us. But they can't get in here, can they? Just watch...and want." Warm, blunt hands stroked Spike's arms, urging the vampire to reciprocate.

Spike was helpless to resist. He wrapped his arms around Xander's waist, grinding their hips together. Anger and humiliation at being caught hadn't dampened either man's arousal. Xander pressed his mouth, warm and wet, to Spike's neck, suckling on sweet skin while the vampire worked his hands into the young man's jeans.

"Harder," Xander begged when Spike dug his fingernails into the boy's ass, rubbing their bodies together sinuously. Spike hissed when Xander reached between them, freeing their aching cocks to the cool, damp air of the cell. The hiss deepened into a growl when Xander's fingers closed around their flesh, sliding up and down in a fumbling, precome-slickened caress.

Xander shuddered brokenly when one of Spike's cool hands joined his on their cocks. The vampire kept up his gentle rocking, making the shelf beneath them creak rhythmically. The young man felt his climax coming and didn't bother trying to stop it; he'd been waiting for far too long anyway. As his body convulsed, he sank his teeth into the ropy muscle of Spike's shoulder, muffling his cries.

Spike felt the hot spurt of Xander's release just before the sharp pain of the boy's teeth in his shoulder. Between the two, he was lost, his orgasm washing over him in short, hard waves.

"Forty-six," Xander murmured as he released Spike's shoulder and reached down to smack the blonde. "And ick, we're all sticky."

"Hmm?" Spike hummed absently. "Sticky?" The vampire worked to pull his mind together. He cracked one eye, looking appraisingly at Xander, then at the door to their cell. "Never mind that, Xander. We've got to get out of here."