Giles sighed. "Because if Angel is correct, and they took a train, this is the best place to look for them." He'd given the same explanation at every train station they'd stopped at. At first, Angel had tried to help him, but the vampire's patience was wearing thin. Then again, he had to put up with the wary glances and occasional whimper from the young Watcher who accompanied them.

"But we haven't found anything at any of the other ones," Buffy groused, glaring out the window. "We're wasting our time. They're probably on a plane, hopping around the planet." She turned to Giles, eyes blazing. "And every minute that Spike spends with Xander is a minute less we have to rescue him! How long before Spike gets him killed, or worse?"

Giles glanced in the rearview mirror, not seeing Angel but knowing that the vampire would understand his expression. Both men were slowly coming to the conclusion that Xander was in no danger from Spike. That didn't mean that Giles thought that their flight was a good thing; quite the contrary. However, Buffy's strident statements were not helping him with his patience. Every time she spoke, he had to restrain himself from acting on the urge to strangle her.

At the train station, Angel and Giles paired off to question the locals while Buffy and the other Watcher prowled for other clues. It was a stroke of sheer luck that Angel caught the flower vendor just before he closed up.

"Excuse me," Angel said, interrupting the man's evening rituals. "Could I ask you a question?"

The man nodded, peering over at Angel and Giles.

"Have you seen this man?" Angel asked, holding out one of the Polaroids of Xander they'd found along the way.

"Yes," The man replied. "I remember him. He bought all my roses."

"All your roses?" Giles echoed, frowning.

"At least seven dozen," The florist confirmed. "Every color you can imagine."

"When was this?" Angel inquired.

The man thought for a moment. "Two days ago, I think," He said. "The Orient Express stopped that afternoon."

"Thanks," Angel murmured, following Giles as they went to find the others. "Giles... if they're on the Orient Express..."

"Then we know where they are," Giles finished. "Let's get Buffy."

•••

Spike felt Xander behind him, shifting this way and that. He let the young man move him around, figuring that whatever Xander had planned would end well for both of them. Besides, he was still dazed from the boy's pleasurable assault.

Xander grinned at the way Spike just let him do whatever he wanted. The vampire didn't even complain when the cool ceramic of the bathtub hit his abdomen. Xander reached for the oil that Spike had left nearby, drizzling the stuff over the blonde's back. Two thick fingers slid inside the quiescent vampire, slicking fragrant oil along smooth skin.

Spike groaned as hot, familiar skin slapped against his back. The weight of Xander's body against his pressed him down, making his body slide down the tub. Water lapped at his face, rocking in lazy waves. Still, the languor that had captured him remained strong, even as Xander replaced his fingers with his cock and joined them together.

Xander thrust slowly into Spike's unresisting body, moving without haste. Soon, the vampire began to stir, unable to resist the call of their mating. When the blonde began to move back against him, Xander reached down and hauled Spike up onto his knees. "Come on, Spike," Xander hissed, digging his fingers into the vampire's hips, "Come with me."

Spike shook off the last of the haze that engulfed his mind and reared back, pushing against Xander as the young man thrust forward. Inhumanly strong hands gripped the edge of the tub, muscles rippling as the vampire worked himself on Xander's cock. Spike's back arched sharply, dropping his head against Xander's shoulder. Yellow eyes flashed, ivory fangs glimmering in the faint light of the bathroom.

Xander watched Spike's arousal climb, the demon growling and clawing as water sloshed around them. When sharp features gave way to ridges, Xander slipped one hand around to grasp the vampire's erection. The broken scream that clawed its way out of Spike's throat just made Xander harder, driving him faster, his thrusts coming sharply and erratically.

Spike felt himself gasping for air, reaching for some sort of mortal strength he didn’t have or need. Every movement sent his mind spinning and reeling. The sense of being dominated made his demon rage, but not in anger. He reveled in the sensation of Xander taking control of him, of driving into him with a force only a vampire could appreciate. Each killing thrust brought Spike that much closer to a climax that promised to drive him out of his head and into oblivion.

"Now, Spike," Xander ordered harshly, almost growling into Spike's ear. "Come for me, Spike. Give me your pleasure."

Spike's world stilled momentarily. He could feel his demon roar and writhe, and then... Time made up for its pause and ecstasy caught him off-guard, sending him back against Xander as the world fell away once again.

Xander didn't even bother trying to resist the tug and pull of Spike's body as the vampire convulsed. The young man caught Spike as he himself shuddered under the weight of a crushing climax, sinking back into the lukewarm water that surrounded them.

"Sixty-three," Xander murmured, blinking away stray drops of water.

Spike growled briefly and swallowed.