Spike glanced over at the young man. "What did you forget?" He asked through a haze of cigarette smoke.

Xander shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. Don't worry, I'll remember just when it's too late to go back." He looked around nervously, not recognizing where they were. "Spike, where--"

"Too late already," The vampire murmured, pointing down yet another obscure street. Xander rolled his eyes and followed the blonde once more, starting to get tired of lugging his bags on the scenic tour of Brussels.

"Where--"

"We're taking a car," Spike growled. "To Paris. No cab, no driver, no questions."

Xander blinked. "Oh." A car. They were *driving* to Paris? How long would that take? It took hours and hours to get from Sunnydale to Oregon, or Nevada... or Utah, or New Mexico. How long would it take to get to to Paris from a completely different country?

Spike rolled his eyes to the heavens, wondering what had happened to his bright pet's brain cells. With a long-suffering sigh, the vampire shoved Xander into an alleyway, pressing them together against a crumbling brick wall. "Not that long," He huffed, snarling at the sky. "Xander, countries over here aren't as big as that great bloody behemoth you call home. California alone is probably the size of half a dozen of them. This isn't like driving to Argentina from New York, alright?"

Xander blinked again. "Oh." A quick glance at Spike's face told him that he'd managed to find one of Spike's nerves and do a tango on it. "I'm sorry, Spike. I'm just nervous. You know... that whole getting-arrested-for-indecency-because-I-was-getting-my-lover-naked-and-then-having-sex-in-a-jail-cell-and-then-breaking-out-and-then-having-sex-in-the-jail-and-then-jumping-out-a-window thing is starting to get to me, k?"

Spike stared down at Xander. "Did you say that in one breath?"

Xander nodded. "So... car. Driving to Paris. Still taking the train from there, right?" He wanted that long, slow train ride, complete with naughty Spike shower-toy.

"Yeah," Spike whispered, softening his grip on Xander's arms. The vampire brushed his cheek against the young man's, letting blood-heat seep into him with each stroke. They had time, what with the overwhelming force of policemen *not* out looking for them.

Xander turned his head, letting his and Spike's lips slide together. They didn't have time for this, he knew, but... How could he resist? In the midst of danger, excitement, and flight from justice, what else did he expect? The way Xander saw it, he was best served just going with the flow.

Spike took possession of Xander's mouth just as the first warning rumbles of thunder sounded overhead. A brief gust of wind rifled through his hair. The vampire knew it was time for him to make a decision. Either they moved immediately and stayed dry, or they finished what he'd started and drove to Paris in a mess of sodden clothing.

Xander made the decision for them when he reached under Spike's shirt and raked his fingernails down the vampire's chest. Spike hissed, eyes flashing yellow. Fat, cool drops of rain hit both men's' faces as Spike tipped Xander's head back, exposing an irresistible length of warm throat.

"Spike!" Xander moaned, feeling ivory fangs on his neck. Workman's hands tugged and pulled at the blonde's jeans, struggling to find skin beneath denim. Spike's fangs found purchase at the base of Xander's neck just as the brunette released his aching erection, eliciting broken groans from both men.

Xander wrapped his fingers around Spike's cock, stripping the vampire with ragged strokes. Spike let just the barest of trickles of Xander's precious blood flow across his tongue, tantalizing him with its heady flavour.

The random drops of rain called for their friends, who brought along some relatives. Soon a torrent came pouring down upon the lovers, inundating them with pounding water. Spike simply shuttered his yellow eyes, ignoring the cold downpour. Xander shuddered and quickened his hand, afraid he'd drown from the rain. It was hard to concentrate on keeping his mouth closed when Spike was doing *that* with his tongue, right over the bite he'd just given Xander.

Spike felt himself spiraling out of control. Xander's blood on his tongue, hand on his cock, rain pouring down from above. The drumbeat of water on concrete echoed his lover's pulse, which was tattooed into the vampire's skin with every heartbeat. There was no way to stop his climax, not with Xander practically begging him. The boy's blood pleaded, his hands demanded, the angry rain gods commanded from on high...

Xander felt Spike tense and shudder. He grinned up at the tumultuous night sky, feeling his vampire's silky release wash away in the rain. Satiny lips caressed his neck one more time before drawing away, a regretful sigh following behind.

"Forty-eight," Xander murmured, tucking Spike back in his jeans. The vampire glanced down at Xander's obvious, though now sodden, erection, but the boy simply shook his head. "Later. Car, remember?"

"Right," Spike said, reaching for Xander's hand.