"Didn't think you were for a jolly threesome," Spike replied, scooting farther down into the boat. Xander caught the vampire's leg, sliding one of his own in between the blonde's.

Xander shrugged. "Not really, but he could keep the boat moving while we're otherwise occupied." To make his point, Xander pressed the sole of his foot against Spike's crotch, applying slight pressure. At the same time, the young man stroked the arch of Spike's pale foot with one finger, smirking at his lover's hiss.

"If we're not rocking the boat on our own, something's wrong with us," Spike muttered, blinking to clear his vision. Only Xander could make such an innocent action the very embodiment of seduction. For crying out loud, they were skulking about the watery back-alleys of Venice, listening to the city lap against itself. There wasn't anything erotic about...well, actually there *was* quite a bit about their current situation that Spike found arousing, and not just in a romantic Italian city way. Xander was playing in the dark like a vampire would, reveling in the soothing protection of night. Their hotel room wasn't nearly as private as this tiny boat in the middle of the city.

"Hmm..." Xander hummed, rubbing his foot along Spike's erection. The vampire pushed against that foot as nimble toes dug in, outlining the head of his cock. The pressure was exquisite, pushing yellow streaks into Spike's bluest eyes. "You've got a point there, Spike." A warm, wet tongue laved where a finger had been just a moment before. When Spike jerked, blunt teeth followed.

Spike's world wavered from side to side as wet suction on his arch made his eyes cross and rhythmic pressure on his crotch brought his demon to the fore. Everything around him fell into an almost absurd synchrony; the stars began to do the wave, in time to the soft lapping of water against the wooden sides of their gondola. Xander's voice vibrated against his skin, running up his leg and thumping against his balls. A slow breeze capped off the symphony of understated sensations, flowing past Spike's face like a kiss.

Xander pressed harder with his foot, moving quickly. Spike was moaning brokenly, the low sounds pouring out of his slack mouth like tears. Slim, denim-encased hips rocked up to meet his every move, pale fingers digging new scars into the wooden railing they gripped. Xander wanted to see Spike come, head thrashing in fierce completion. He needed his vampire like this, spread open and drugged from pleasure.

Spike was so lulled by the slow, warm setting and Xander's cruel lassitude that he didn't immediately notice when the boy stopped moving. Eventually, though, the loss of touch brought the vampire back into the world. Confused, glowing eyes opened, looking for Xander and an explanation.

What Spike found was a devilish human, poised over him like a hawk. The vampire watched Xander's lips part, a sharp inhalation narrowing the young man's lips. He waited for the exhalation, to feel the brush of warmed air against his face.

It didn't come. Instead, Xander's body slid down, parting the blonde's jeans along the way. Then impossible heat swallowed him whole, teeth brushing here and there as strong hands held his hips steady. A single, ululating scream echoed through the canal as Spike was thrown headlong into ecstasy, capitulating to Xander's demands.

"Sixty-four," Xander said, licking the vampire's release from his lips.