"How long is this train ride, again?" Xander asked Spike as the blonde shut the door behind them.

Spike looked over from where he was fiddling with some items left by the attendant. "Long," He murmured. "Why? Bored already?" The vampire grinned as silk whispered over leather and Xander's arm snaked around his waist. Warmth from his boy's chest seeped into his back, heating him pleasantly.

"Did I say that?" Xander asked, his voice a tinkling laugh in Spike's ear. "No, I didn't. I just asked how long the ride was."

"With the implication being..." Spike began, turning around slowly. He pressed a champagne flute into Xander's hand, tapping it lightly against his own. "That you'd rather it be over."

Xander's eyes narrowed as he sipped the champagne. Leaning forward slightly, he turned to whisper in Spike's ear. "Bullshit," He said succinctly, moist breath sliding against cool skin.

Spike's eyes fluttered closed, mouth curving against glass. He wondered what those sinful lips tasted like, coated with bubbling wine. Taking a sip of the stuff, he moved to press his lips to Xander's, letting the chilled liquid pour from himself to his lover. Crisp, heady and utterly addicting, Spike delved deeper, stroking their tongues together sinuously. Xander's taste accented the champagne marvelously, better than anything Spike had ever experienced. The combination was better than the freshest blood, better than fear slicing through bravado as the strongest man faltered under his fangs...

Xander trembled under Spike's gentle assault, dizzy from its intensity. He was being devoured, one drop at a time. Wine-flavoured kisses went straight to his head, knocking him off-balance. Xander was dimly aware of movement; somehow they made it to the lower bunk. He slid down onto the bed, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. When he reached for Spike, all he found was pale, smooth skin, skin that met his in a groan of want and a hiss of need.

"Ah!" Xander yelped when cold liquid struck his chest. Spike watched champagne trail down Xander's skin, sparkling diamonds on a heated expanse of satin. He set the glass aside, and then bent his head to one tight nipple, tonguing it fiercely. Salt, wine and Xander's unique taste, accented by his boy's breathless gasping. Spike could think of nothing finer.

Xander bit his lip against the sudden onslaught of pleasure that was Spike's mouth upon him. He ran his hands down that cool body, seeking to give back a measure of what he was being given. Such careful passion would be his undoing, but Xander had no intention of leaving Spike behind.

Spike growled against Xander's chest when a hard, warm hand closed around him, stroking both his and Xander's cocks together. He could feel Xander's pulse everywhere they touched, thrumming hotly just under the surface of that soft flesh. The vampire's hips bucked convulsively as he surged to meet each of his boy's firm strokes. Spike filled his mouth with Xander's skin, seeking to mute his helpless cries. Twisting, driving need pulled at him, demanding release. Knowing that Xander was just as close did nothing for Spike's control; it only pushed him farther, harder and closer to ecstasy.

"Spike!" Xander moaned, hands faltering as he slid downwards into a hazy pool of orgasm. The welcome, familiar body pressing down on him shuddered once, twice before stilling in a savage growl and an outpouring of cold release.

Spike lifted his head from Xander's chest just in time to watch his lovely boy murmur, "Fifty." The vampire grinned as Xander smacked him on the ass, fingers tickling him gently.

Xander cocked his head to one side, listening for something. "Have we left the station yet?"

Spike thought for a moment. "I don't think so."

Xander's grin was truly evil.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, wondering what his lovely boy was thinking.

"Nothing."

"Right."