"I swear to all that is unholy, I will never listen to you again!"

"Spike, come on! How was I supposed to know visiting Deadboy during
our vacation would end like this!!

"How `bout , `cause I bloody well TOLD you it was gonna happen!?"

"Shhh! Lower your voice! We're supposed to be all covert right
now." Xander rolled his eyes heavenward before turning back toward
the unhappy blonde. "Fine! You were right! Satisfied?"

"About time you realized it, isn't it?" Spike stuck his lip out into
the pout he knew his lover could never resist. "Just wanted you all
to myself for a little while, luv. Finally got you away from Slutty
and the gang and now we're stuck doing recon for the great poufter
himself!"

The brunette edged his way toward Spike on the narrow walkway. "I'm
sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you somehow."

"Promise?" Just a little more lip…

"Guh! Yes! Now put that thing away before I'm tempted to screw up
the whole mission by taking you right here."

Gotcha!

"Take me here, pet? Never knew you liked theater that much!" The
vampire ran his fingers over his lover's chest and down toward the
already hardening cock hiding behind a pair of baggy cargo pants.

"Spike!" Xander quickly looked around to take in their
surroundings. "Aw fuck it!"

"No, luv, fuck me."

And then it was a mad rush. Hands everywhere. Clothes being pulled
down and pushed aside. Lips and tongues battling for control. A
quick lick. A fleeting touch. A harsh grip on hard flesh. And
finally… the sweet bliss of hot, tight ass around thick, hard cock.

"God… yes!" Barely a whisper from Xander trying to make sure they
were not caught. Thrusting back and neary dying of pleasure from the
friction against his prostate. "Spike…Fuck!"

"Mmm yeah, Xan… feel so good. Bloody hell you've got a great ass!"

A few more quick thrusts and then… heaven. Or as close as either man
was likely to ever see.

"I cannot believe we just did that!" Xander was trying to control
his breathing while pulling up his pants and straightening his shirt.

"Fuckin' unbelievable rush, wasn't it?" Spike leaned over and kissed
the mortal gently. "Not knowing if some one is gonna look up and
spot us goin' at it."

Xander smiled and pulled his lover close to him. "My sex life was so
boring before I found you. I love you, Spike."

"Love you too, Nummy."

As the couple held on to each other, basking in the love and sexual
satisfaction that surrounded them, the support on which they were
standing began to shake.

"Umm…Spike?"

"Yeah, luv?"

"This is not good!"

They looked into each other's eyes and grasped on to the hand rails
as the floor dropped out from under them.

"Aaagh!"

"Bloody fucking hell!"

*CRASH*

The sound of feet rushing up to them. Shouts to call 911. Hands
checking for broken bones.

A female voice. A very pissed female voice.

"Xander? Spike?!"

"Uh… hiya Cordy."

"How ya doing, Princess?"

"What the *hell* are you two doing here?!"

"Would you believe that we just wanted to see if any famous people
were going to be here?"

"Not a chance in hell, Xan." Cordelia helped the men to their feet
and, after reassuring her cast mates that the couple was okay, ushered
them to her dressing room. "Now, tell me what's really going on?"

"Promise not to be too angry?" Xander had felt `the wrath of the
Prom Queen' before and he was hoping to avoid it at all costs.

"Xander…" There was the look. The boy wilted and hid behind his
lover.

"Oh bloody hell! The gel-king just wanted us to watch you and make
sure no up and coming young actor tried to horn in on his precious
princess."

And there was the vein. The one that stood out ever-so-slightly from
the seer's temple when she had reached her limit.

"You go back and tell Angel that if I EVER find out he has sent spies
out to check up on me again, I'll…. I'll toss his ass on the couch
for the next month!!!"

Backing toward the door, Xander stuttered, "S…sure Cordy. No more
spying. Couch. A whole month. We'll make sure to tell him!"

Grabbing his lover by the arm, Xander made for a hasty retreat.

"Oh… and boys?"

Both stopped dead in their tracks and peered over their shoulders.

"Yeah, Princess?" Even Spike was a little scared of Cordelia.

"Don't even *think* you two are off the hook." The young
seer/actress smirked at the men before her. "You will have to pay
for that catwalk you wrecked."


END