"Xander?" Spike murmured, seeing that the boy was shifting around in bed as though he might be waking up. The vampire hoped so; he was bored to tears.

"Mmm?" Xander hummed. The young man swore he heard Spike, trying to wake him up. It wasn't going to work; he was asleep and by all the gods he was going to stay that way.

Spike slid into bed next to Xander, reaching over to tweak the brunette's ear. A blunt hand swatted at him, missing by a wide margin. He grinned, catching the hand in cool fingers.

Xander yanked his hand back, burrowing deeper into the bedclothes. The last thing he needed now was an amorous vampire, working like the very devil to ruin his nap. Apparently Spike couldn't tell the difference between 'let's play' and 'leave me the hell alone', because as soon as Xander freed his hand, Spike snagged it back.

Spike grinned, watching Xander struggle into wakefulness. He let the boy's hand go again, only to find that Xander reached for his jeans. The blonde's eyes rolled back in his head as nimble fingers freed his erection and wrapped around him, stroking him hard and fast.

Xander sighed and moved his hand faster, hoping that this would satisfy Spike so he could go back to sleep. He loved Spike to death, but he also loved his precious rest.

Spike's hips bucked and rolled as Xander stripped his cock with rough strokes. The blonde let Xander take the lead, not bothering to fight the rapid pace. Within minutes, he was reduced to a boneless puddle of sated demon.

Xander released Spike's softening flesh, reaching up to pat the vampire's cheek. "Sixty-seven. Go 'way now. Need to sleep."

Spike blinked. Cold come stuck to his eye and nose, slowly dripping down his chin. After a moment, he levered himself off the bed and strode towards the bathroom. "The bloom is very definitely off the rose," He muttered as the door closed behind him.