"You keep this up and we’ll never leave." Xander managed between soft gasps. Spike’s lips lifted at the edges in a soft smile.

"You make it sound like a bad thing, sweetheart." Xander shuddered as Spike’s sexy accent caressed the word sweetheart, making the endearment sound even sweeter. "Don’t you know I’d rather be here with you? Hearing you giving those breathy little moans of yours just before you cum? Those sexy cries when I tease your nipples?" Xander felt as though he was drowning in flames as Spike’s voice dropped an octave, low and throaty and seductive as it swept over him. He swallowed hard as his eyes met Spike’s.

"Spike...please..."

"Please, what, my love?" Spike lifted Xander’s hand, nipping at his fingertips.

"We have to go...we...ohhhh God...bad, bad vampire...Must go to the meeting...I have to bring the snacks..." Xander reminded him.

"Bugger the snacks!" Spike pouted, letting go of Xander’s hand, knowing the boy was right. "Yeah...yeah...get your kit on and let’s go." Both men sighed and began to dress for the meeting. Xander pulled on his shirt and turned to watch Spike wriggle into his skintight black jeans. "Quit staring at my ass and finish getting dressed." The blond smirked over his shoulder. Xander flushed guiltily and dropped his gaze, mortified that he had been caught ogling Spike’s gorgeous ass. He found his underwear and put it on. Next, Xander found his jeans and began to struggle into them. "Xan-derrrr..." The vampire crooned, bringing his lover’s eyes back to his face. He blew the mortal a sexy kiss and watched Xander get tangled in the denim and fall back onto his ass.

"Sonofa..." Xander glared at him. Spike snickered before interrupting.

"Ah-ah-ah...watch how you speak about my mum. She was a decent lady." Spike warned him, a spark of humor still in his eyes.

"Help me up, you undead jerk!" Xander was beginning to get annoyed.

"Tsk-tsk...where are your manners? Not even a please?" Spike clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he reached out and grabbed Xander’s hand, pulling the boy up. Xander’s chocolatey eyes flashed as he glared at his lover.

"You can shove your please right up your...mmmphhhh..." Spike cut Xander off mid-tirade with a rough kiss. Spike threaded his fingers through Xander’s silky strands of dark hair, making love to the other man with his mouth. When he released Xander, the mortal almost sank to the floor, but Spike steadied him. Spike licked his lips, tasting Xander there.

"Anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re angry, luv? Love all that fire...that passion...so bloody hot..." Spike murmured, his blue eyes blazing with lust for the man in his arms. Mutely, Xander shook his head. "Blind, all of them...could get lost in your eyes, I could, luv. We really should get going...Buffy’ll get all brassed off if the snacks are late." Spike said, with a slight sneer.

"Remind me to buy you a muzzle...so you can keep all those snarky comments to yourself." Xander grimaced, as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.

"Ooh, kinky...didn’t know ya had in ya, baby." Spike purred. "Tie me up, chain me down...I’m up for anything." Xander rolled his eyes, pulling on his socks and slipping his feet into his tennis shoes. Spike sat down practically in his lap, giving him a naughty smile.

"Socks, shoes, snacks...no S & M...move it or lose it, Blondie." Xander snapped his fingers at the vamp, but was willing away a hard-on at the mental image of Spike tied to his bed...blindfolded...fulfilling all of Xander’s wildest fantasies. "Gah...you are so going to pay for making me visualize...stuff!" Spike laughed at Xander’s outburst.

"What did you have in mind, sweet thing?" He growled, nipping at Xander’s earlobe. He heard Xander’s breath start to come in short, panting gasps.

"Meeting..." The boy squeaked, his voice almost an octave higher than normal. Xander cleared his throat. "Meeting in forty-five minutes...please...can we discuss your raunchy sex games later?" He bent over to tie his shoes.

"Spoil my fun." Spike grumbled, with one parting nibble. He swatted Xander on the ass. "Come on, gorgeous, let’s roll." Xander quickly tied his shoes and nodded.

"We need to stop at the store and get chips, dip, and soda."

"Are we researching or having a bloody sleepover?" Spike rolled his eyes. Xander snorted in agreement.

"I am not polishing my nails and piercing my ears, I can tell you that much." Xander snarked, glancing over to see Spike, who was holding his hand out, scrutinizing his own painted nails. Xander gave an embarrassed laugh. "You know what I meant." Spike simply raised an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut about the comment.

"Here we are." He said, instead. They went inside the store, headed for the snack aisle and began picking up bags of chips and cans of dip. Xander grabbed an empty cart and Spike loaded it up. They went and got soda next, and Xander snagged himself a cherry Ring Pop at the counter. Their items were paid for and they headed off towards Buffy’s house. To Xander’s shock and delight, they did not encounter one demon, vampire, or renegade Slayer. Spike looked around helplessly for a moment as they reached Buffy’s door. Both his hands and Xander’s were full. After looking at Xander, he shrugged and whacked his head on the door three times.

"Spike! God, Spike, don’t do that!" Xander admonished, afraid that the vampire would hurt himself. His lover just winked at him and Xander rolled his eyes.

The door opened and Dawn grinned at them, inviting them in. She took a bag from Xander, but Spike refused to let her take any from him.

"I’m good, Bit. It’s just a few drinks...sodas." He amended when Dawn raised her eyebrows. He laughed when her face fell. "Sorry, luv, not going to piss off Big Sis by contributing to the delinquency of a minor." Dawn made a face, but gave Spike a one-armed hug before following Xander to the living room.

"Xander!" Everyone chorused, reminding Xander of the show ‘Cheers’ where everyone shouted ‘Norm!’ at a main character. He gave them his trademark goofy grin. Spike dropped the snacks he was carrying unceremoniously on the coffee table.

"Hi, Spike. How are you? Well, ya know, same old, same old, and you?" Spike glared at the redhead, blond, and ex-Watcher. They all flinched.

"Hi, Spike. How are you?" Rupert asked, his tone and expression cautious. "You look...um...well." The man took off his glasses and polished them.

"Sorry, Spike." Buffy chimed in, looking guilty. Willow echoed her sentiment softly, guilt also apparent in her green eyes.

"Shut it, ya tossers." The blond pouted on the couch. Xander sat down beside him and nudged him gently with his knee. Spike looked over at the boy and took a deep breath, very obviously counting to ten in his head.

"Calm down, okay?" Xander murmured, his voice loud enough to carry through the living room. The others watched in silent fascination as Xander soothed the seething vampire. "Relax...relax." His voice seemed to do the job. Buffy and Dawn exchanged glances, as did Willow and Giles. Dawn looked from Spike to Xander and smiled to herself.

"Does he roll over and stay on command, too?" Buffy teased. Dawn poked her in the ribs and shook her head, trying to convey that this was not the time to make fun of Spike. Buffy gave Dawn a tiny shrug. Giles sighed.

"Oi! You’re one step away, Missy!" Spike growled, kept from attacking her by Xander’s restraining hands. He didn’t want to make Xander mad at him by knocking the girl’s teeth out. Stupid Slayer. He thought angrily. And to think she had been so decent to him earlier. Bipolar bitch.

"What are you going to do? Lick me to death?" Buffy scoffed. Giles couldn’t hide a slight smirk at that, but Willow gave Spike an apologetic smile. Dawn glared at her sister and tugged not-so-gently on her sister’s blonde hair before getting up and moving to the other side of the room.

"Just ignore her." Xander whispered, loud enough for only Spike to hear. "I love you." Spike’s sour look disappeared and he relaxed. Xander leaned forward, rubbed his hands together and grinned at the rest of the Scoobies. "So, what nasty, evil demon are we researching tonight?"

"We’re not. It’s been quiet for the last three days and nothing, so we decided that we needed a kind of party to get us psyched up for the next Big Bad." Buffy explained. She passed the soda around and Dawn ran to the kitchen to get bowls for the chips.

"I was right...it’s a bloody hen party...no offense, Rupert." Spike scoffed. "You got anything stronger than soda?" He directed the last question at Buffy, who shook her head. "You women and your touchy-feely parties...enough to make a bloke barmy."

"You don’t have to be here, Spike." Buffy glared at the vampire. "Feel free to let the door hit your ass on the way out." And to think she had been nice to him earlier. Ungrateful bastard.

"He goes, I go." Xander shocked them all by speaking up.

TBC...