Bev woke early, stumbling out of bed and down the stairs, heading for the coffeepot. She waited for it to heat, and poured herself a cup, moaning happily as the caffeine-filled liquid slid down her throat.

After she emptied the cup, she put it in the sink, then turned and glanced at the basement door, wondering. //I never heard Will leave last night. Maybe...//

Slowly, she walked over and turned the knob, pushing the door open. The lights in the basement were on, and she listened carefully to check if Xander was awake. There was no sound, so she poked her head in and peered over the banister.

//Ooohhh.// She smiled at the sight. Xander lay on his back with the blond curled up against his chest. The covers were pushed away enough for her to see that both boys were bare, and there was a faint hint of something sweet in the air. Strawberry? //Oh! Strawberry!//

Biting her lip, she closed the door, waiting until she had reached the dining room before letting out a quiet but exuberant "Yes!" and spinning around happily.

Eyes shining with glee, she stilled, drawing in a calming breath. Her brow furrowed as she thought. //Hmm, morning after stuff. Might get awkward. Or more intense. Either way, maybe I should make myself scarce for a while.//

She went to the fridge, looking inside. Nodding, she began to make out a shopping list. //After all, growing boys need to eat. Especially after getting so much...exercise.// She giggled, finishing her list and whisking out to do some grocery shopping.

~~~~~~~~~~

"So? What did you think?" Willow asked Anya.

Anya looked around the room at the spilled popcorn, pizza box empty but for a few crusts, and bags of mostly eaten chocolates. There were also curlers, nail polish, and assorted types of make-up scattered over most of the nearby surfaces. Tara lay pajama clad in a pile of messed up blankets and pillows that had served as a 'sleeping' area. Not that any actual sleeping had taken place.

She looked down at her own pajamas, covered with little bright blue and purple kittens, then at back up at Willow. "I'm not sure. Are sleepovers always this...messy? And why call it a sleepover when no one sleeps?"

Tara giggled. "That's the point. You stay up all night eating, watching movies, doing each other's hair and nails and stuff. It's how we girls bond."

"What a strange custom."

"Well, yeah, I guess. But honestly...did you have fun?" Willow bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting hopefully.

Anya leaned over and grabbed one of the remaining bars of chocolate. Opening it, she took a bite. Around the mouthful, she mumbled, "Yesh. C'nwe do't 'gain?"

Willow clapped, flopping down next to Tara. "Goody! We can even make a regular thing of it. Maybe invite Buffy, if she's not too busy with Riley or patrolling. A real girl's night." Tara nudged her meaningfully, and Willow cleared her throat. Acting nonchalant, she too reached for a candy bar. "So, speaking of being busy...how come you were free last night? You usually have something going with Xander, or we would have done this sooner.

Anya shrugged casually. "Oh, Xander and I aren't having sex anymore. I broke up with him about two weeks ago."

Willow and Tara stared at her open-mouthed. Spluttering, Willow regained her voice. "Wha--why? I mean, I thought you guys really liked each other. What happened?"

A sad expression briefly passed over Anya's face. "Well, I couldn't keep him tied to me once I found out he was gay." She sighed.

Willow blinked.

Tara covered her mouth with her hand, eyes round.

Starting to feel like she was doing a fish impression, Willow snapped her mouth closed. "Um, Anya? What...what makes you say the Xander's gay?"

The ex-demoness waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, it's obvious when you know what to look for. So, I'm single again, and he's looking for the perfect man."

Tara and Willow exchanged helpless glances, knowing they weren't going to get much more out of Anya, then the blonde witch launched onto a different topic. "Anyway, Anya. Are you coming to the meeting tonight?"

"I suppose. What are we doing?"

"Just a little research, then probably a patrol," Willow interjected. "Same old, same old. I called Buffy earlier, and she said there was nothing pressing going on, and that she was heading out on a shopping trip with her mom. So we won't see her until tonight. What are your plans for today?"

"Not much. I was going to stop by Xander's, pick up some of my stuff that I left there. That's pretty much it."

"You know, since you're going there anyway, maybe you should tell him about the meeting tonight. We couldn't get ahold of him yesterday."

Anya nodded. "Sure." She looked down at her pajamas. Yep, still covered in fluorescent felines. "But first, I'm going to change."

~~~~~~~~~~

Anya knocked on the door to Xander's house.

She waited.

She knocked again, and waited some more.

Finally, she pushed on the door, and went in when it creaked opened.

"Hello? Mrs. Harris?" No one answered, so she shrugged and made her way through the house, heading down into the basement. "Xander?" she called softly. At the bottom of the stairs, she halted.

There was something...*odd* here.

The shower was running in the background, which was bizarre considering Xander usually showered before he went to bed.

She examined the trail of clothes on the floor. //When did Xander start wearing black jeans and red silk?// She followed the trail to the messy bed, wrinkling her nose as the smell assaulted her. It smelled like...sex.

Anya turned as some muffled thumps sounded from the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, the water shut off, and there was silence. Then the door opened.

A fluttering feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as a naked Spike backed out into the room, pulling her equally naked ex-boyfriend with him and shoving him up against the wall, mouth latching on in a possessive kiss.

She saw the exact instant when Xander looked over and noticed her presence. His eyes grew comically wide. "Um, hi Anya."

Anya looked at Xander. She looked at Spike. She *really* looked at the two naked and aroused men wrapped in each other's arms, lips swollen. She looked at the bed, rumpled and smelling of recent sex. She again looked at Xander.

Xander fidgeted, which made him rub up against Spike in an extremely interesting manner. Needless to say, Spike was pleased by this, a fact which he made known by dipping his head and sucking in a rosy nipple.

Xander arched his back, trying to pull the vampire closer while at the same time attempting to dislodge the clinging mouth. //Gee, undecided much?// "Spi-ike!"

Around his delicious mouthful, Spike mumbled, "Wha? M'bsy." He walked his fingers down to Xander's hips, petting the smooth skin, then drifting over to take hold of his rapidly...softening...cock.

He pulled his mouth away with a wet sucking sound, scowling down at the limp flesh. "Bloody Hell!" He glared over his shoulder at Anya. "Well, ta *very* much!" He let go of the offending handful, stalking unselfconsciously over to the couch and sprawling on it, pouting as he glared at the blank TV screen.

Xander salivated at the picture Spike made. //Oooh, naked Spike on my couch!// He had made a step in that direction, when a questioning voice halted him.

"Xander?"

His head whipped back around to his gir-- *ex*-girlfriend. "Um, Anya. This is...I can explain." He searched the room frantically, rushing over to grab up the towel discarded the night before and wrapping it around him.

A snort was heard from across the room. Still disgruntled, Spike crossed his arms over his chest. "What's you're hurry, mate? It's not like you got somethin' she ain't seen before."

"Yes, thank you *so* much for bringing up that little--"

"Xander?" Anya's gaze darted between the two males. Her face took on a rather stern expression. "Xander, how long have you been having orgasms with Spike?"

Xander's mouth just flopped open.

Ignoring this reaction, she continued, "Because if you cheated on me with him while we were dating and you were still...confused, then I might have to do something drastic that would involve the extreme discomfort and/or removal of some body parts that most men happen to be very fond of. I can do that, you know. I learned a lot of interesting things over the centuries."

She breathed deeply and paused, waiting to see if either man would comment. "Of course, if you only started having orgasms with him after I found out you were gay and broke up with you, that's different." She looked at Xander expectantly. "Well?"

Xander's mouth decided that was its cue to start babbling. "I...we...I mean, my mom, she...and then Spike...and there was this movie...and that *book*...and then last night, it just...and we..." He stuttered to a halt, cheeks flaming red.

"Oh." Anya deciphered that as best she could. "Well, good. I'm glad you found someone so quickly. I'd hate to think you were pining over me, even if I am a girl."

"See, I didn't really--"

"And he's a vampire, they tend to be very good in bed. Did he do lots of exciting, nasty things to you?"

"That's not really---"

"What about his dick? Does he have a big dick? I didn't get a good look at it."

"Anya!"

"What?" She craned her neck to catch a glimpse of the vampire's crotch. "Spike, do you have a big dick? Can I see it?"

Spike smirked, about to stand and display himself.

"No!" Xander blushed as the others looked at him. "Um, I mean..." He glanced around desperately. "So, why are you here? And how did you get in anyway? Did my mom let you in?"

"No, she's gone, but the door was open. I came by to pick up some things I left here."

"Oh. Well, that's um...that's..." He moved to block Anya's view of Spike, trying to act casual about it. "What things?"

Anya walked over to Xander's closet, pawing through it and then emerging with a silk blouse, a red lace bra, and two pairs of thong panties.

"Huh. An' here I though those were Xanny's, and we'd get to play dress-up later." Spike sighed in mock disappointment.

Xander glared at him. "Ha. Ha." He noticed that Anya was once again staring at the two of them intently. "What!?"

"I'm getting mental pictures of the two of you together." She cocked her head thoughtfully. "Are you going to have sex again? Now? Can I watch?"

Spike had just started to nod, a delighted grin covering his face, when Xander yelped out another startled "No!"

Anya frowned. "No to which? You having sex now, or me watching?"

"Either! Both! Argh!" Xander tugged at his hair in frustration. //Why is this my life? And the naked, sexy, extremely fuckable vampire on the couch is doing *nothing* to help this situation!// Not for the first time, he cursed his wayward libido.

The ex-demoness sighed wistfully. "Oh. Well, in that case, I'll be going now." Clothes in hand, she ascended the stairs. At the top, she paused to add, "Oh yeah, I was at a...slumber party?...with Willow and Tara before I came over here, and they said I should tell you about the meeting tonight. Giles' place, 8:00. But if you don't want to come, I'll just let everyone know you're too busy having sex with Spike, and can't make it." With that, she left.

Xander sat on the floor with a thud. Head in hands, he began to whimper. "This is it. My life is officially over. I am *so* gonna be dead."

Spike just ignored him, eyes wide as he stared at the door Anya had just gone through. "Slumber party? With Red and that blonde number?" He drooled as a few choice scenarios ran through his head. "Hey, think they did any...spells? Now *that* would be a sight!"

Xander jerked his head up, horrified. //I am horrified, right? That thought *totally* doesn't turn me on. I am *not* thinking about Wills and Tara and Anya doing naked things to each other. Not. Definitely not.// His cock, however, made its opinion known by pressing painfully at against the cotton covering it, once again back to its full glory.

Spike sniffed the air, growling softly at the renewed scent of arousal he picked up. He prowled over to the boy currently sitting on the floor, knees bent up and cradling his head, which was shaking back and forth as barely vocalized denials rose through the air. "Pet? I got a...problem for you to take care of."

Xander raised his head, to be met with an up close and personal view of little Spike. //Ok, not so little. You know what I mean.// His legs flattened against the floor, and he put up no resistance as Spike pushed him onto his back, ripping the towel away.

Spike covered the boy's body with his own, dipping his head in for a kiss as he pushed their cocks together. He felt warm hands grip his hips, pulling him closer as the body under him surged upwards.

It didn't take long for them both to once more reach their pleasure, rubbing against each other in a frenzy of need. All too soon, Xander lay panting as the blonde traced his fingers through the sticky mess coating their stomachs.

Spike lifted a glistening finger to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste the combination of flavors. Returning it to the puddle, he idly traced a pattern over Xander's heaving chest. "Think we can get an invite to the next slumber party they throw?"

Xander began to whimper again.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bev pushed her shopping cart through the store, occasionally consulting her list before plucking the corresponding item off the shelf. She wasn't even aware of the pleased, cat-ate-the-canary expression on her face. Ever so often, a girlish giggle would escape her, and she'd glance around to see if anyone had taken notice.

Looking down at her list, she didn't see the cart in her way, and proceeded to crash hers into it. Mortified, she looked up. "Oh, gosh! I'm *so* sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!"

"That's all right. happens to everyone." The other woman smiled kindly, although the blonde girl beside her looked vaguely irritated.

Bev squinted at the girl. //Do I know her?// She brightened. "You're that friend of Xander's, aren't you? I've seen you around a couple of times. What was your name again?"

"Um, Buffy. Do I know you?" Buffy looked confused.

"Oh, I'm Bev Harris. Xander's mom?" She held out her hand, which was taken by the woman with Buffy.

Joyce smiled and introduced herself. "I'm Joyce Summers, Buffy's mother. Wonderful to meet you." She glanced into the other woman's laden cart, blinking at the three bags of mini-marshmallow sitting on top. She chuckled. "I see someone has a sweet tooth."

Bev smiled. "Those are for Xander's new boyfriend. He absolutely *loves* them!"

Buffy's jaw dropped. "*Boy*friend!?" she squeaked.

Joyce's smile grew slightly confused. "Xander's boyfriend? I thought he was dating some girl." She turned to her daughter. "Wasn't he dating one of those girls you...hang out with?"

"Yes! He's dating Anya!"

Bev waved her hand in negation. "Oh, they broke up a couple of weeks ago when he realized he was gay. It was all very confusing for him, but he seems to have come through it just fine."

Buffy was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea of Xander with a boyfriend. "But...but..."

Bev continued, "Now he's with the *nicest* boy! Such a dear, and cute too! Actually, I think you might know him. He's foreign, has this really sexy accent. English, it is. Dyes his hair blonde, too. Isn't that a kicker?" She giggled again. "The black nail polish might be a bit over the top, but boys will be boys! His name's William...something or other. I forgot to ask."

Joyce nodded. "I think I've met him. I had him over once for hot chocolate. He certainly *does* like those marshmallows, doesn't he? It was so sad, though. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend and was devastated. I'm glad he's found someone to make him happy."

Buffy's eyes were bugging out. "Spike?" she whispered in disbelief.

Joyce frowned. "Yes, that was him. Such an odd nickname."

"Oh, it has something to do with his job. He does rail work of some sort."

Joyce nodded in understanding. "I wondered. I thought it might have something to do with...*you* know."

Bev covered her mouth as another giggle erupted. "Well, I suppose... I mean, you never know with kids today." The women exchanged conspiratorial glances.

"Spike!?" Buffy's voice was getting louder, but neither woman noticed as they continued to chat about how great it was that two such lonely boys had gotten together.

Eventually, Bev sighed. "Well, I really must be going. It was lovely meeting you, Joyce."

"You too, Bev. We'll have to get together sometime."

"I'd love to! Do call me, won't you?" They exchanged phone numbers, and Bev left, pushing her cart in front of her.

Joyce nudged her daughter. "Isn't she an interesting person? I wonder why we've never met before, what with you and Xander being such close friends. And isn't it great about Xander and his new boyfriend?" She sighed, eyes misting over as she pondered the course of true love, then wheeled her cart off to finish her shopping.

Buffy stared down the now-empty aisle. "*Spike!?*"

Finit