One Week Later
'Pressies?' Xander clapped as Spike laid a small, brightly wrapped package on the table by the remains of Xander's dinner.
'Yeah, pet, pressies,' Spike replied with a grin.
He watched as Xander tore into the paper with childlike enthusiasm.
Everything just seemed to stop for Xander.
He closed the box and blinked several times before he opened the small box again. Staring at the contents of the box he suddenly stood and rushed out of the restaurant.
Spike snarled at the people and demons that had watched his pet and were now glaring at him before he followed Xander out into the night.
'Xanpet?' he asked, finding Xander sitting on the curb in front of the restaurant.
Xander turned to look at the blond before he flung himself at the startled vampire.
It took a minute for Spike to decipher what Xander was saying.
'Thank you.'
Spike tightened his hold on Xander, 'anything for you my Xangel,' he whispered, causing Xander to shiver almost violently.
'Can we add that to our list of banned words?' Xander asked pulling away gently.
'What?' Spike asked in confusion.
'Xangel,' Xander stated, 'it sounds like some bizarre pairing between me and Angel.' He shuddered again.
Spike was quiet for a moment before he burst into laughter. A moment later Xander joined him. A few people who were leaving the restaurant gave the pair odd looks and a wide berth.
They quieted down after a few minutes and managed to pull each other to their feet. They walked home and every now and again, Xander would pull out the ring that was inlaid with amethyst.
It wasn't until they were settled on the sofa in their boxers that Xander spoke, 'how did you find it?' The ring in question was sitting in its box on the coffee table in front of them.
Spike snorted, 'I may or may not have tortured your father into telling me where he pawned it, and I may or may not have tortured the broker into telling me what happened to it, when he told me he still had it I convinced him it would be wise to return it.' He replied.
Xander snorted, 'I don't think I've thanked you properly,' he offered as he kissed Spike, straddling his hips.
'And how would that be?' Spike asked sliding his hands into Xander's pink boxers and cupped his ass, Xander moaned and rocked against Spike, who found the lube that was stashed in the cushions.
It only took a few minutes before Xander was sinking down on to Spike's hard length, causing both men to groan.
Spike tugged on Xander's erection and too soon but not soon enough, both men were crying out wordlessly in bliss.
Xander nuzzled Spike's neck, as Spike's hand traversed Xander's back from his neck to his thighs.
'Spike?' Xander finally managed to mumble.
'Hmmm,' Spike hadn't yet gotten his ability to speak back.
'Next time you decided to torture my father,' he began as he pulled back enough to look into Spike's eyes, 'take me with you,' he demanded.
Spike was tempted to laugh but he could see the seriousness in his pet's eyes, 'of course,' he replied with a firm nod.
'Good,' Xander grinned and pushed back against the cock that was still inside him, 'now, fuck me like you mean it,' he stated.
Spike growled and flipped them, pounding into his Xanluv, causing him to moan and babble incoherently.
This coupling lasted slightly longer than the first but when it was over their boxer's, used to wipe up any mess, lay in a soiled heap on the floor and they lay in tangled mess on the couch.
They were both asleep, though somehow Spike managed to still be buried in Xander and the television was still on. Playing something about a lost pirate named, rather aptly, One-Eyed Willy.