Spike smirked at Xander's expression. "Like what you see?" In another time, Spike would've wanted to frequent the flesh markets elsewhere in the city. With Xander by his side, he found himself preferring to wander this market, laughing at the varying qualities of knockoff merchandise and relearning his appreciation for the local cuisine.

Xander was content to let Spike lead him through the market, pointing out things the boy shouldn't miss. When they stopped at one stall, however, Xander balked. "I am not eating that, and neither are you."

"Why not?" Spike asked around a mouthful of crispy fried insect. "Crunchy, spicy, nutritious. Not that I need it, but you should keep your strength up."

Xander stared at the display. "They're bugs."

Spike rolled his eyes and selected a morsel for Xander's delectation. "You swallow vampire cum. Bugs don't even compare to that." When Xander began to object, the bug was pitched into his mouth.

Crunchy, and if he didn't think too much--eww, that was a bug--it wasn't too bad. "Ok, I've eaten a bug. Can we go look at the fake Rolexes now?"

Spike shrugged and they left the stall. "You sure those are fakes?"

By the time they found what Xander thought was a water taxi, the human was more than a little tired. "Isn't there supposed to be a... um... driver?" He asked Spike, who was carrying on as though he was going to pilot them back. "Or is this Venice all over again?"

Spike pouted. "I thought you liked boat sex. You didn't complain at the time..."

Xander glanced around. "It's not the liking of boat sex, Spike. It's the water. Is it better than Venice, or worse?"

Once again, Spike shrugged. "The locals don't walk on it, so it can't be that bad." With that, they were off, speeding through the night. Xander let himself relax enough to enjoy the ride--the sounds of a bustling city washing over him as they slid across inky water. Spike was in his element here, in Bangkok. Exotic demon, exotic city. No one looked at Xander tonight, because with Spike there they had no desire to. Frankly, Xander was surprised that no one had offered the vampire a bit of remuneration for an evening's entertainment.

They'd have been disappointed, because the only person entertaining--or being entertained--by Spike tonight was Xander. He reached over to slide one hand up Spike's thigh, knowing what he would find there. He wondered if Spike was ever completely soft. Maybe it was the tight jeans...

Spike purred happily as Xander petted him, enjoying the lazy strokes of that warm hand. He shifted a bit, giving better access to whatever Xander wanted to do. As he'd hoped, a second hand appeared, opening his jeans. The sensation of warm night air brushing over his cock was quickly replaced with searing heat as Xander's mouth closed around him. Spike blinked a few times to clear his vision as Xander began to suck. It just wouldn't do to crash them into something, not when Xander's tongue was wrapped around the head of his cock and strong fingers were rolling his balls just like that and...

Xander hummed around Spike's dick. He didn't care what Spike said about the things he'd eat, this was far better than anything the market had to offer. Long, cool fingers reached down to trace the edge of Xander's collar, moving in time to the human's ministrations on Spike's cock. Sliding down, teeth just brushing, and then back up, sucking, tongue pressing at the underside and then all along the head. Soon those fingers were still, pressing desperately at the juncture of neck and shoulder. The soft sac in Xander's own hand drew up, tightening and then his mouth was flooded.

When Xander looked up, he saw a dazed Spike and completely unfamiliar surroundings. "That was ninety-two, and where the hell are we?"

"Fuck if I know," Was the dazed reply.