"Spike," Xander said, his voice a combination of sulky sigh and excited whimper, "I found another market. We *have* to go there!"

Spike saw no way out of going, not when Xander wasn't about to start talking. "Right after dinner, hmm?"

Xander pulled Spike through the darkened streets, letting the noise of the crowds distract him from the tension in Spike's body. They'd talk later, after Spike had eaten and they'd both worn themselves out in the city. About halfway to the market he'd wanted to visit, Spike tugged him into a side street. Here, too, was a market--but of a completely different kind. Close inspection showed that this was more Spike's speed--and that Xander was in the minority.

Spike never let go of Xander's arm as he pushed his way through the market and found a blood vendor. As he'd figured, the man didn't cater to vampires--after all, there were more than enough people in the city to feed its vampires. Still, the stall had fresh blood, which was all Spike really needed.

Xander listened as Spike negotiated for his dinner. A few minutes later, the vampire was sipping blood out of an inconspicuous soda bottle and they were back on the main street, walking towards Xander's newest find. "What kind is that?"

"A+, I'd say," Spike replied, offering the bottle with a smirk. "Local brew, vegetarian diet."

Xander grimaced slightly. "Thanks, I'll stick to Evian." Spike simply finished his dinner and deposited the bottle into a nearby garbage can. Shortly thereafter, they reached the market and Xander started to show him what he'd found earlier.

By the time they'd gone through the third--or fourth, was it?--stall of dubiously authentic Rolexes, Spike's eyes were crossing. He didn't need a watch, and neither did Xander. He supressed a yawn and rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Much to his surprise, it didn't work; watches and other jewelry still blurred together in a haze of silver and gold. When Xander yanked on his arm to get his attention, Spike stumbled drunkenly.

"You ok?" Xander inquired, voice a touch concerned.

Spike blinked a few times. "Dunno. Feel kinda..." Warm, actually. His feet were tingling, too, just like they did after Xander sucked him dry. Speaking of which, Xander hadn't touched him since late last night. Something should be done about that, Spike figured.

Xander tried to keep Spike's hands in PG-rated places as they wove their way out of the market. At the rate Spike was working, they'd end up in jail within the hour--and Xander had read somewhere about the overwhelming hospitality in Southeast Asian prisons.

Just when Xander was about to push Spike into the nearest canal, the vampire found a conveniently abandoned alleyway and shoved Xander into it. "What's gotten into you?" Xander asked, taking in the blonde's bloodshot eyes and flushed skin.

Spike didn't say anything; he just pushed down on Xander's shoulders until the boy got the hint. "This is a really bad idea, Spike," Xander said, even as he sank to his knees and reached for the vampire's waistband.

Spike leaned back, his eyes slipping closed, as Xander pulled him out of his jeans and placed a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. Then those silky lips were tugging at his balls, rolling them gently. He twitched his hips and Xander returned to his cock, swallowing him down to the root.

Xander took Spike in, relaxing his throat and jaw as cold fingers wove into his hair to hold him still. Spike's hips began to pump lazily, fucking Xander's mouth with unhurried strokes. The boy's tongue wasn't so still, constantly laving the underside and head of Spike's erection.

The briefest touch of teeth made Spike hiss and thrust harder. Even with the dual anchors of the wall at his back and Xander's mouth on his cock wasn't grounding Spike; the world was spinning wildly and he couldn't tell what was real and what he was imagining. Xander's mouth was real--the heat was too familiar not to be--but the rest of it? He couldn't tell. The warm night air was talking to him, and stench of the city was a putrid brown swirling along the streetlamps.

A passing thought informed Spike that he'd probably ingested something psychotropic in his dinner, but it didn't concern him at the moment. All he cared about was how tight and hot Xander's mouth was on his cock and how if he twisted his hips just so the pressure was absolutely divine.

Xander groaned around Spike's cock as the vampire thrust twice more and froze, spilling across the boy's slightly sore tongue. The young man's jaw ached and he wondered how much hair Spike had pulled out. Mostly, though, he was hard and horny and hoped Spike was going to do something about it.

"Ninety-five," Xander murmured as he stood.

"Ninety-six," Spike corrected, tucking himself back into his jeans. He stumbled out of the alley without looking back at Xander.

"Six?" Xander questioned. "What happened to ninety-five?"

"Jacked off this morning," Spike replied over his shoulder. "Figured it counted, even if you were throwing a hissy fit."

Xander stared.

Spike stopped walking and turned back to Xander. "Can we argue about this later? I think I'm stoned and I want some of those crunchy bugs from yesterday."