Eventually the vampire found a bottle of some kind of soap and glopped it in his hair. The stuff stung his eyes and made his mouth taste funny, but he made no effort to wash it away.

Xander heard the shower start and knew that he wouldn't get back to sleep. It wasn't the sound of water that kept him awake, but rather Spike's parting words. He knew the vampire hadn't intended to be heard, but he had. Xander never intended to hurt Spike like that; hells, he hadn't even thought about what he was doing. He'd been more than half asleep, and for him sleep was better than beer for making him silly.

He sighed and rolled out of bed, figuring that if he didn't nip this little situation in the bud, the rest of their cruise would end up a big, sticky ball of misery.

Spike heard the door open and watched warily as Xander stepped inside. "Hiya," The brunette murmured, stripping off his clothes. "Any warm water left?"

"Yeah," Spike whispered. Xander slid next to him, turning the water warmer. The vampire didn't resist when Xander draped his arms around him, pressing them together.

"You ok?" Xander asked, leaning forward to push Spike against the shower wall. He ran his fingers up and down Spike's spine, rubbing at each little ridge. Big, watery blue eyes stared back at him.

"Mm hmm," Spike hummed unconvincingly. He was confused; Xander seemed just fine at the moment, acting like his normal self. What was going on? He decided that the best approach was silence, since saying something might lead to one of their monumental mutual misunderstandings.

Xander kissed Spike gently, tasting the remnants of what seemed to be body gel. He shook off the questioning thought of how Spike got the gel in his mouth, ignoring the flavor in favor of letting the combination of Spike and a warm shower remind him of how nice being awake really was.

"You know," Xander said as he moved down to lick across the blonde's neck, "It's always a bad idea to play around with me when I'm half awake. It's worse than when I'm drunk; I just sorta fuck everything up with no effort at all."

"Oh," Spike said, trying to focus through the feel of Xander biting one of his collarbones.

"Besides, it's daylight out. Shouldn't you be asleep too?" Xander inquired curiously. He reached for the shower gel, squeezing out a measure onto Spike's chest. The stuff slithered down to the vampire's navel before Xander caught it, smearing the stuff everywhere.

"Huh?" Spike grumbled. "Sleep? Probably." He gave up on thinking altogether when Xander's hand slipped lower, slathering his cock in something slippery. Then that warm, human body was back, pressing against him, moving this way and that. Xander's cock slid against his, beckoning him to move, to respond to his beautiful boy's body.

"Yeah, right there," Xander whispered, thrusting against Spike. Cool hands gripped his hips, dragging him up and down. The young man turned his head just enough to capture Spike's mouth again, twining their tongues together.

Spike felt Xander's tongue along his teeth, searching for still-hidden fangs. He let himself shift forms, as always shocked by the fact that Xander actually found his demonic face arousing. Xander showed his appreciation by laving at those sharp fangs before moving on, pressing kisses over the ridges and bumps that defined the demon Spike usually hid.

Xander focused totally on Spike, entranced by the sheer, restrained power that was wrapped around him. Fingers that could bend steel holding him so carefully; a set of teeth capable of ripping his throat out, just behind pale lips. Mostly, though, there were those yellow eyes, glowing and unblinking. Xander lost himself in them, bright as the sun and twice as beautiful.

Spike felt Xander still and shudder against him as hot seed spilled, instantly washed away by the still-falling water. Xander's face fell into a mask of pleasure--eyes blind and curved mouth open. The blonde was undone by the sight, his own climax flowing through him like a harsh wind.

"Sixty-Eight," Xander murmured, grinning. "Wanna go back to bed?"

Spike yawned, still in gameface. "I could sleep, yes."

"Sleep, my ass."