"I know you're awake," Spike murmured, breaking apart the languid beauty of his humming.

"I know you know I'm awake," Xander retorted sleepily. "But I'm not very awake."

"Awake enough," The vampire replied. "How do you feel?"

Xander ran one hand down his chest and over a lightly furred thigh. "Like a warm, cuddly human. Wanna see for yourself?"

Spike rolled his eyes and moved up to crouch over the boy. "You know what I meant," He growled, scowling.

"Yeah, I do," Xander confirmed. "I'm good. Great, in fact... Although a shower would be nice. I feel kinda..."

"Like you've been stuck on a train for days on end?" Spike finished, smiling softly. When Xander nodded, the vampire stood and reached for him, helping the slightly sore young human to his feet. For all his protestations, Xander was feeling the aftereffects of their earlier activities. Spike would have worried, if he wasn't sure that Xander would tell him if something was wrong.

Spike let Xander rummage around the room while he drew a bath. Water almost scalding, some sort of oil that smelled of sandalwood and lavender, and no bubbles. Men and vampires, in Spike's opinion, did not indulge in bubble baths. Besides, the soap interfered with the slick oil he loved so much.

"Warm," Xander groaned as he sank down into the water. Spike grinned as he joined the boy, letting the heat of the bath seep into him. The first touch was almost painful, contrasting sharply with his room temperature skin. Shortly thereafter, however, the warmth was most welcome, loosening his muscles and reminding him of why he liked baths so much.

Xander watched Spike melt against the side of the tub, the hedonistic vampire oblivious to everything around him. When he reached for the blonde, Spike simply fell into Xander's hand, following it as the boy guided him deeper into the water.

"Better?" Xander asked as Spike curled up on his chest. The vampire weighted him down comfortably, sodden blonde curls teasing Xander's throat. The young man let his hands roam, enjoying the slick slide of them over Spike's oil-covered skin.

"Mm hmm," Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek over Xander's shoulder. "Still sore?"

"Nope," Xander assured him. "I'm doing just fine now." Between the hot water and the not-so-innocent thoughts he was having, Xander felt no pain at all. Pale, bath-warmed skin, slick and pliant. The silky texture and almost pleading way Spike's body followed his hands had Xander thinking of other things entirely.

"I missed this, on the train," Xander whispered, letting his hands run over Spike's thighs. "Feeling you like this." The vampire murmured wordlessly as Xander drew his legs apart, gently rolling him onto his back. He hissed as a slippery hand drifted over his reawakening erection, spilling still-hot water over him.

"Look at yourself," Xander ordered, his own eyes fixed on the sight of Spike spread out on top of him. The vampire's angular face was turned upward, head resting on Xander's shoulder. A gleaming, sculpted torso flowed downward to where Xander's fingers played with the blonde's cock, resting between hard-muscled thighs.

Spike reluctantly opened his eyes, taking in what Xander saw. Darker legs intertwined with his own, holding him open for the boy's perusal. Rough hands stroked his cock, fondling his balls with almost reverent care. If he hadn't been hard before, what he saw would've done it.

"I know what we have," Xander said, his breath caressing Spike's ear. "And I know what we aren't, too," He continued. "Sweat washes away, blood flows and is replaced, Spike."

"Xander," Spike began, worried suddenly that he'd made a mistake earlier. The young man's efforts at seduction had been beautiful, not trite, but he feared that he'd said the opposite to Xander in the heat of the moment.

"Some nights are for perfume and wine," Xander murmured, his hands milking Spike's cock. The vampire moaned brokenly as the humans' blunt fingernails dug in briefly before soothing away the brief pain. Stuttering shots of pleasure radiated from every point of contact between them, driving away any control Spike had over his own body. He couldn't have moved if the pope himself was wielding a cross and an asperger of holy water.

"Others are for blood and sweat." Spike barely registered the words before a sharp, bright pain bloomed at the base of his neck. Xander sank his teeth into the thick muscle at the juncture of shoulder and throat, holding on tightly. Spike felt lust surge through him, pushing cool pulses of precome onto Xander's waiting fingers.

Xander brushed one oil-soaked finger against Spike's hole, pushing inside at the same time that his other hand pulled hard on the vampire's cock.

Spike's back arched, water flowing off him in glinting rivulets as his body capitulated to Xander's whims. Only the human teeth in his neck and the cruelly pleasurable hands on him anchored the vampire as his world spun away, drowning in heat and the scent of Xander around him.

Xander lifted his thighs to support Spike as the vampire slowly came down. He ran his tongue over the ridges his teeth had left in Spike's skin, liking the way the vampire's blood seemed to soak into him, marking him invisibly.

"Sixty-two," He whispered, wrapping his arms around Spike's boneless form. He was a patient man; it was nothing for him to wait until Spike woke up before bending the blonde over and pounding into him.