"Dawnie..." Xander reached out a hand and placed it on Dawn’s shoulder and it went through the girl’s shoulder and down. Startled, Xander stared, wiggling his hand. He poked at her with his other hand.

"Do you mind?" Dawn asked pointedly, gesturing to where Xander’s hand was. He jerked it back, blushing, realizing that had she been flesh and blood, he would have been tuning in Tokyo. "As much as I’ve enjoyed being virtually fondled, I think I need to explain. Willow was trying a locator spell on you, Xander, cause to tell you the truth, we have all been a little worried about you...and apparently we were justified. Anyway, something went kind of wonky, I’m not actually there, I am being projected...you know, like a hologram...so I am safe at home. Don’t ask." She sighed, glaring at Spike as the vampire poked a curious finger through her arm. "Stop that! Look, I’m glad you’re both okay, but Buffy..."

"Already knows, Nibblet...kind of burst in on us earlier. Broke down my bloody door, she did. And read us both the riot act...don’t know why, she’s been hounding me for space and when she gets it, she acts all bloody irritated...women..." Spike grumbled.

"Hey! Buffy cares about you! Okay, so she isn’t sure how to handle it, but...he has a right to know, Willow...okay, okay...anyway, Willow says to be careful and get Xander home. She will explain this all later. Bye." Dawn sounded a bit miffed, but gave them both a small smile and a wave before she vanished into thin air.

"Well, that was..." Xander waved an arm, trying to think of a way to describe what had just happened. He looked at Spike who looked just as bewildered.

"I love her, but leave it to little Nibblet to blow the gaff. Buffy’s going to be extremely brassed off." Spike needed a cigarette. He dug in the pockets of his duster.

"Blow the gaff?" Xanders forehead wrinkled.

"You know, spill the beans...let the cat out of the bag..." Spike explained, watching Xander as the boy nodded. "She’s a sweet kid, but she likes to talk. I wonder how Red’s gonna take it that her best pal, Xander, is bumping tummies with the former Big Bad." Spike grinned evilly. "Bet she’ll turn me into a toad or a rat." He fished in his pocket for his lighter and lit up. Xander watched him take a drag before answering.

"Red can mind her own business for once. Besides, I really think that Wills has more important things on her mind these days." Xander kicked a small rock as they made their way toward the gates.

"Yeah, how is Glinda anyway? Has she talked to Red yet? They’re a right cute couple, I hope Glinda sees how bad off Red is without her." Spike took a long drag on his cigarette. Suddenly, Spike froze, throwing his arm out to stop Xander from taking another step. They turned to their left and a fledgling vampire launched himself at them growling. He threw a punch, knocking Spike off his feet. He then turned to Xander and licked his lips, smelling the human’s fresh blood flowing through his veins.

"Time to die." The fledge grinned, his fangs flashing.

"My thoughts, exactly, mate." Spike lunged at the vamp, a broken tree branch in his hand. He moved gracefully, thrusting it into the fledge’s heart and watching as the fledge burst into a cloud of dust. "You okay, luv?" Xander nodded, not even really fazed.

"My hero." Xander pretended to swoon, laughing at Spike’s exasperated look. Spike rolled his eyes. "I love watching you fight...so hot...you know, I always wondered if you fucked as good as you fought." He blushed and quickly looked away. He hadn’t meant to let that little tidbit slip.

"And?" Spike moved closer to Xander, lowered his voice to a sexy purr, licking his lips seductively, his eyes fixed on the boy. "Do I fuck as good as I fight?" Xander shuddered visibly at the way Spike slightly emphasized the word fuck. The human gasped as Spike pinned him up against a nearby oak tree. He nuzzled the boy’s throat, licking and sucking at the soft flesh where his mark was visible. Xander moaned, his hips thrusting against Spike’s. As Spike’s tongue grazed the puncture wounds, Xander cried out, as he felt himself lose control and cum violently in his pants.

"AHHH! SPIKE! SPIKE! You know you do, you evil bastard." Xander panted, kissing Spike hard. "Now, I really need that shower."

"Need help washing your...back?" Spike offered, grinning. Xander returned the grin, absolutely loving this whole feeling naughty thing. He had enjoyed his romps with Anya, but she gave commands like an army sergeant and that was just not sexy. Spike’s teasing bordered on raunchy and the forbidden, but stopped just short of obscene, a line Anya either didn’t see or refused to acknowledge.

"I need help with all my...hard to reach places." He murmured, trailing a finger from the neck of Spike’s black tee-shirt to where it met the waistband of his practically painted-on black jeans. He raised smoky chocolate-colored eyes to Spike and watched the vampire lick his lips hungrily. "The cemetery is not exactly somewhere I wanted to add to my growing list of places I’ve made love. Come on, Blondie." He grabbed Spike’s hand and they began walking again.

They managed to make it back to Xander’s apartment without dusting more than two vamps...surprising on the Hellmouth, but Xander didn’t want to complain. He unlocked the door and walked through, dropping his keys on the coffee table. He turned and saw Spike leaning against the invisible barrier, giving Xander a sour look.

"Don’t you have to come in to take a shower with me?" Xander grinned at him. The vampire yelped as he fell into the room, landing in a heap. Xander’s grin faded and he rushed forward. "Spike! I’m sorry. I thought I actually had to say ‘Come in’ or ‘you’re invited’ or something. Don’t be mad." He implored, reaching down to help his lover up.

"Oh, don’t fret, luv. I’m not mad." The vampires voice was far too sweet to be sincere and Xander dropped Spike’s hand, backing away slowly. "You’re going to make it up to me...aren’t you, sweet thing?" Xander licked his lips, still backing away as Spike moved towards him, a predatory look in his blue eyes.

"Spike...what are you doing?" Xander asked, his voice husky. He squeaked as he backed himself up against a wall. Spike smirked, pinning the human to it with his body. "Spike, we need to take a shower...I’ll make it up to you after we...mmmmmm...a-after we finish the shower..." He groaned as Spike licked at his claim mark. "Spike...please...stop...we have to..." Spike raised his head, revealing golden eyes. "Come take a shower with me?"

"Think I’d miss the chance to see you naked and wet and soapy? Lead on, luv." Spike gave Xander a suggestive smirk.

"You are such a pervert. God!" Xander feigned exasperation, sending Spike a flirtatious grin over his shoulder.

"And you love it, baby. Unless that was someone else moaning, Spike...Spike...do it now...Spike  earlier at my crypt." He saw the flush crawl up Xander’s neck and knew that his boy was turning a gorgeous shade of red. He could also smell the increase of pheromones in the air. Delicious...just like Xander.

"There’s never a stake around when you need one."

"I’ve got your stake right here, luv." Spike leered at him, cupping his crotch crudely. He pinned Xander against the doorframe of the bathroom and kissed him.

"Undead sex fiend...shower now...touchy feely later." Xander kissed Spike gently and slipped under the vampire’s arms.

"Oi! I wasn’t finished yet!" Spike pouted, but he followed the boy inside the bathroom and they both began to strip.

TBC...