Xander and Spike finally managed to escape the clutches of the three girls who seemed determine to dig out every tiny story of his sex life. Not that he minded, really, but...

Spike yanked Xander into a darkened alley, shoving him against the wall and plastering their lips together in a forceful kiss. "God Xan, that made me horny as hell!" the vampire hissed. "Listenin' to those stories when all I wanted t'do was shove you down on the floor and shag you blind." He frantically tugged at Xander's shirt, pulling it off over his head and dropping it to the ground.

Xander's hands went directly for Spike's pants, quickly undoing the button and unzipping them. He reached inside, running fingers along smooth cool skin until he came into contact with the column of hard flesh lodged inside. Grinning triumphantly, he freed Spike's cock, taking advantage on his hand's position to squeeze and fondle it.

Spike growled as his lover's warmth toyed with his throbbing erection. He made short work of Xander's pants, shoving them down around his knees. Spinning the human around, he pressed him up against the wall, parting firm buttock with one hand while slipping a couple fingers of the other into the grasping channel still slick from their earlier...exertions.

Xander moaned as his opening was breached, and he curved his back, thrusting his hips towards the vampire. He let out a soft cry as slim fingers flicked against his prostate, torturing him. Then the fingers left, and something quite a bit larger nudged against him, pushing steadily inside.

Both men sighed when Spike finally had his cock fully lodged inside Xander's scorching body. They remained still for endless moments, until Xander whimpered and clenched his muscles tight. Spike took the cue, and began pumping furiously in and out, slamming into the willing human.

Xander writhed on the cock that impaled him, shivering as the cool leather of Spike's duster brushed across his thighs. He whimpered when a mouth fastened on the back of his neck, suckling intently. "Yes!" he gasped, tilting his head to the side. "Do it, Spike. Bite me!"

Spike closed his eyes briefly, then carefully let his fangs drop, slicing neatly into skin already bruised from his attentions. As he swallowed down a mouthful of rich blood threaded through with intense arousal, he moved even faster and harder.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Xander knew he was going to end up with a lot of interesting bruises from this, but couldn't bring himself to care. He loved it when Spike marked him, loved every bite- mark, every hickey, every bruise left from fingers clenching too hard. He *could* do without the cold, faintly slimy wall he was currently being fucked into, but with Spike's cock up his ass, he didn't feel there was much to complain about.

Spike dragged his mouth away, reaching around Xander to capture his hot erection, stroking it quickly. "Distracted, luv?" he whispered into an ear before tormenting it with his tongue. He pulled out, changing his angle, then thrust forward again, directly hitting Xander's prostate and drawing forth a strangled shout. "Got your attention, do I?" At the whimper he received in response, he dragged his thumbnail over the head of Xander's cock.

Xander's entire body stiffened, then convulsed. Cum spurted out to mix with whatever else had already anointed the wall, and he slumped, held up only by the strength of the vampire behind him.

His cock milked by his lover's delicious heat, Spike bit down once more, latching on with blunt teeth as he came, emptying inside the human's body. Stilling, he held Xander back against him, kissing the livid mark on his shoulder. When he felt Xander push back, he let go reluctantly, pulling himself out and away.

Still panting, Xander turned and stared at Spike with a wicked smile. Without looking down, he brushed a finger over the seeping wound on his neck, bringing the bloody digit to Spike's lips. Watching as the vampire delicately licked his finger clean, Xander snorted wryly. "So, think my shirt is salvageable?"

Spike grinned. "Well mate, no big loss if it's not." He zipped himself back up, then bent to retrieve Xander's shirt.

Xander snorted, pulling his own pants up and refastening them before taking the shirt and shaking it out. With a sigh at the new stain on the hem, he pulled it over his head. "You're buying me a new one, you know."

Spike pulled him in for a kiss, then said, "Worth it. Get a shag, *and* get to see you in decent clothes. Best of both worlds, pet."

A bright flash caught their attention, and they turned toward the back of the alley.

"Oh, wow," Xander breathed as they gaped at the two shimmering balls of multi-colored light. Each about the size of a bowling ball, they simply hovered, as if watching them. Xander took a step forward, halted by the arm Spike flung out to block his progress.

"Don't think that's a good idea." Spike glowered at the glowing balls.

"Oh, come one. What harm could they do?" Xander moved a bit closer, watching in fascination as one of the balls seemed to...unfold. Layer after layer was revealed, each one sparkling brightly, almost beckoning to him. "Cool..."

Spike felt...itchy. He had a bad feeling about this, and reached out to yank Xander back. Before he could touch him, though, the expanded ball darted forward and engulfed the human, folding back in on itself around Xander. With a howl, Spike flung himself at the thing, only to have it disappear. He scanned the alley frantically, seeing nothing but the other ball of light, still hovering placidly.

Growling, Spike stalked toward it. "Listen you...glowy thing. Your little friend just stole my Xanpet, and I want him back! You understand?" His eyes flashed yellow as he spat the demand out.

The light shivered minutely, and if Spike didn't know better, he would say that the thing cocked its head at him as if sizing him up. Not that it actually had a head, but...

Spike jumped back as the light expanded, much faster than the other had, then raced forward to wrap around him. He squeezed his eyes shut as the glow became even brighter. Then there was darkness, and he thumped to the ground.

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Xander sat up, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to dispel the red spots dancing before them. He looked at his surroundings, taking note of the moonlit glade that appeared to be in the middle of a forest. Shivering, he sat up. "Hello?"

He heard nothing but the faint echoes of his own voice.

Clearing his throat, he tried again, this time louder. "Um, hello? Spike?"

Still nothing.

"Buffy? Wills?"

Not a sound.

"Anyone?" //Ok, Xander, just stay calm. Don't panic.// He took a deep breath. "Um...glowing light thingy?"

A flicker off to the side attracted his attention, and he crawled toward it. He bit his lip as he saw the faintly glimmering light, now only about the size of a tennis ball, lying there fluttering weakly. "Aw, man. Hey, what happened to you?" He winced, almost slapping himself on the forehead. "Stupid, it can't talk. At least, I don't think so," he muttered.

Feeling like a complete idiot //Yeah, like that's a new thing!//, Xander gingerly scooped up the ball. "Ok, at least no one is here to witness me talking to a ball of light, but...can you understand me?"

The light shone brighter for a second before fading again.

"Right. That would be a 'yes' I assume? Ok then. What...what's wrong with you? Are you sick of something? Or just tired after...whatever you just did with me?"

Another pulse of light after the last question, and Xander sighed. "Great. Spike is *so* gonna kill something if he can't find me. You know that, right?" This got him a rather apologetic wobble.

He sighed again. "Well, looks like we're in this together until you can take me back. So...you have a name? I can't keep calling you 'glowing light thingy'."

A glimmer that was part confusion, part questioning.

"No name, huh? Well, let's see. Are you a boy light, or a girl light?" There was a pulse that he could swear was a shrug. "You don't know? Geez, and I though *I* was confused about things! Ok, I can do this. Something neutral. Um, how about...Glimmer?"

The light darkened considerably. //Shit, is this thing *glaring* at me?// "No, huh?" He thought some more. "Hmm. Firefly? Glowball? Moonbeam?" By this time, Xander figured that if looks could kill, and the ball had eyes of course, he'd pretty much be six feet under. "Uh, uh, what about...um...Sundrop?"

There was a flicker of interest, and a returned glow. Xander smiled. "You like that? Sundrop?" He waited as the ball thought it over, then began glowing brightly again. "Ok then, Sundrop it is."

Xander stood, the newly-christened Sundrop in hand. "So, Sundrop. Where the hell are we, and how do I get home?"

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Spike groaned as he peeled his eyes open. He glared at what appeared to be another dark alley, only even worse smelling than the one he'd just left. And...no Xander in sight.

Narrowing his eyes, he picked himself up, taking a better look around. Nope, still no Xander. Although there was...

Snarling, Spike bent and snatched up the faded, tattered-looking ball of light. He glared at it, shaking slightly. "Hey! Sparky! He's not here! Where th' bloody hell am I, and why isn't my Xanpet here?"

The light flushed pink, shivering a little. Rolling his eyes, Spike sighed. "Right. I get the ball with *no* sense of direction. Great." He brought the cringing light close to his face. "Well, *you* are gonna get me to him, got it? Because you are *not* human, and I *will* find a way to make you hurt."

The light quivered, and Spike frowned. "Oh, you're not cryin', are you? Hey, stop it. Look, don't gimme that, ok? You're pouting, aren't you? Making great, puppy-dog eyes at me, lip sticking out all beggin' t'be sucked on..." His eyes glazed as he pictured how Xander had done just that the night before when he'd wanted to watch something different on the telly.

He shook himself, glaring half-heartedly at wretched looking light in his hand. "Oh, fine," he muttered. "Be that way, Sparky. But you *are* gonna help me find him! Now, go on. Do your bit again, and take me to him this time!" He tapped a foot impatiently.

Sparky heaved itself into the air, wobbling there unsteadily. It unfolded once, twice, then shuddered and collapsed into itself, dropping back into Spike's palm.

//Sod it all, I am *not* feelin' sorry for this thing! I'm not!// He prodded Sparky carefully. "Hey, you alright, mate?"

There was a sad little pulse of light, and Spike heaved a sigh. "Fine. Guess we do this the hard way." With that, he tucked Sparky into a pocket of his duster, then strode out of the alley.

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