Spike laughed. "Right. We'll have to fly sometime, you know." He opened the door, ushering Xander inside. They'd reluctantly left to find the boy nourishment, since their recent activities had been a bit... draining.

Xander waved him off. "Go right on ahead, you fly wherever. I'm sticking to the train." The young man flopped onto the bed, then sniffed. "Eww... is that me, or the bed?"

Spike sat down next to him, breathing deeply. "Both." Perhaps they should've bathed before leaving for dinner...

Xander rolled off the bed. "That's it, I'm cleaning up." He ran one hand over his face. "Ick, I need to shave, too. Nasty. I must look like a bum."

Spike figured the best thing for him to do was join in on Xander's sudden hygiene fixation, so he found them both clean clothes while the boy showered. By the time the vampire was done with his own bath, Xander was standing, naked, with a razor in one hand and a mirror in the other. The blonde watched as the blade smoothed over one cheek, over skin and bone.

"Fuck," Xander hissed. The scent of blood filled the air, making Spike's mouth water. The boy had nicked himself, just at the juncture of jaw and neck. He finished shaving quickly, wincing when a warm washcloth hit the wound as he removed the last traces of soap from his face.

"I hate it when I do..." Xander's words faded when he saw Spike's expression. His fierce lover had turned into a hunter, blue eyes tinged yellow. Maybe Spike should've fed before they went out to take care of Xander's stomach. "Er, Spike? There's blood under the bed, you know."

Spike nodded, reaching for the duffle bag that held his meals. Cold cow's blood wasn't very tasty, but he made do. Still, the room was redolent with the perfume of Xander's blood, calling to him. He just wanted a taste, a single drop of the elixir. That was all he needed--enough to take the boy inside himself and erase the taint of animal's blood on his tongue.

"Hi there," Xander whispered when cool arms wrapped around him. "Feel better?"

"Mm hmm..." Spike hummed. He pressed against Xander's back, sliding cold and warm skin together. Silent music filled his head, the sound of Xander's heartbeat. He couldn't help but move to its rhythm, dancing along his boy's spine. Every movement brought him closer and closer, until Xander finally turned in his arms and took the vampire's mouth in a kiss.

Xander kissed Spike fiercely, not knowing exactly why the vampire had come on to him so suddenly but not really caring either. How could he, when all-too-familiar fingers were dancing along his thighs, digging into his skin? When those silken lips trailed from his mouth along his jawline, realization hit.

"Do it," Xander whispered, tilting his head to one side. He should've known that a few mouthfuls of cold animal's blood wouldn't sate Spike's hunger. Xander also knew that Spike wasn't starving for a human meal, no. The young man also craved the closeness that Spike's fangs brought them, as well as the almost indescribable pleasure of feeling his life's blood pouring into the blonde's mouth.

Spike drew his tongue over the tiny cut, laving away a trickle of rich, soap-tinged blood. He ground his erection against its much warmer mate, growling at the feel of Xander's hands pulling him closer. Another lick, and the wound was closed, spilling no more of that heady stuff.

"Spike," Xander hissed, pushing his neck farther over. "Please?" He could feel those teeth, so close... And he wanted them, where they belonged. Inside him, holding him down and binding him to this immortal demon.

"Thank you," Spike murmured breathily, tracing hard muscles with his lips. Demon's ridges came to the fore, bringing with them razor-sharp fangs. Spike tested skin, listening for the perfect spot. He found it just as a hot hand closed around his cock, holding him against Xander's own erection. Ivory split satin just as Xander began to move. Dragging, sinking, pulling, sucking. Hips bucked, jaws clenched, fingers grasping and holding, begging for stillness and movement.

"Oh yeah," Xander chanted, rocking his hips against Spike's. Spike was doing it again, just leaving his fangs in Xander's body. It was, by far, Xander's favorite form of torture. His entire body sang, dancing for Spike's pleasure. Each nerve called out, aching in lust and heady desire. A cool tongue lapped up what little blood flowed, adding an acute sense of movement in the midst of deadly still.

Spike moaned as blunt fingernails scraped the head of his cock--sharp and quick, it gave focus to the climax that was pooling deep inside him. He undulated against Xander, still a slave to the blood-music that drove him on. Deep bass, haunting violins, a sinuous tendril of flutes beckoning to him. This, his succubus, his own, his only.

Xander felt Spike's cock pulse and knew the blonde was about to come. If that wasn't enough to bring about his own climax, at that moment Spike reared back, flashing bloody fangs for a split second. Then Xander's lips were taken in a coppery, salty smear of his own vitality. He partook of that violent gift with relish, screaming out his own twisting pleasure in concert with Spike's pounding ecstasy.

Xander came to while Spike was cleaning up after himself, cat-tongue removing the last traces of blood from warm skin. "Fifty-three."