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Teenage girls could be the souls cause of famine. They ate everything in sight. Four pizzas, three bags of chips with two jars of salsa, at least two candy bars each, and ice cream. Willow gave up at two pieces of pizza and a bowl of ice cream. Xander had stopped at four slices of pizza and half a bag of chips. But at three in the morning the seven teenaged girls were still up and still eating away.

Xander had fallen asleep sitting up on the couch, Willow fell asleep right after she stretched out on the floor and Spike was sitting on the other end of the couch from Xander trying to convince the chattering girls that they really wanted to watch Freejack and not Bram Stoker's Dracula. He was losing.

"How can you possibly want to watch a movie about a vampire when you're sitting with one?" Spike asked indignantly.

"Well," the slayerette with short brown hair said, "Gary Oldman is hot and Keanu Reeves."

Spike rolled his eyes.

"Oh. My. GOD!" Came a screech from the video cabinet and Spike hissed at the girl standing there. "Sorry," the girl said, "it's just... he has The Full Monty!"

A couple of girls began tittering while the rest looked confused. Spike sighed loudly and looked over at Xander. The boy seemed to have adjusted to the fact that Spike had kissed him easily enough. Either that or he had decided it was another illusion.

Also it seemed that Xander had told Willow about having the blasted illusions, she was always watching them out of the corner of her eyes. Every time Spike had gotten Xander in a separate room away from the girls Willow seemed to pop up. Spike was three seconds away from ripping Xander's clothes off and screwing him into the ground and there'd be Willow. All smiles.

"We have got to watch it," one girl said.

"I still wanna watch Dracula," another said.

"I assume you'll be up all night," Spike interrupted.

"I don't know about all night-"

"Yeah, probably-"

"Long enough to watch the video-"

"Great," Spike said cutting off anymore comments. "I'm just going to make sure the old timers get to bed then."

Spike rose up off of the couch and walked over to Willow. He bent down and wrapped Willow's arm around his shoulders then picked her up effortlessly and carried her into his room. He laid her on the bed gently, careful not to wake her, and went back out to the front room.

"If I fall asleep will you carry me off to bed?" One girl asked and the rest began giggling again.

Spike rolled his eyes and moved over to Xander.

"I'm awake enough to walk," Xander said rolling his eyes open in a not quite awake manner.

Spike smiled involuntarily, Xander could be so cute sometimes.

"Well how about I just help you then?" Spike said and pulled Xander up off of the couch.

"I can do it," Xander said and nearly fell back onto the couch. "I can, myself, do it."

Spike grabbed Xander around the waist and pulled Xander against him. Xander gained some lucidity and pushed himself away from Spike slightly.

"I'm going to bed," Xander said aloud to no one in particular.

"I'll-"

"Why don't you, Spike, stay here with the girls," Xander said cutting Spike off.

Spike morphed into game face and jumped Xander. He pushed the young man against the wall and bit into his neck then began drinking the blood that poured from the neck wound.

Xander pushed away from Spike slightly and Spike let him go so much Xander sank back down to the couch.

"I'm sorry," Spike said looking in Xander's eyes.

"It's all right," Xander said and stood back up. "I'm just a little disorientated, what with the sleeping and all."

"No," Spike said angrily, "for biting you. I'm sorry I bit you."

A few of the girls looked back at them from the movie they had started but quickly looked back.

"You didn't bite me," Xander said quietly.

"I did," Spike said loudly and this time a few more girls turned and stared.

Xander gave the girls a nervous smile, pulled Spike into his bedroom, and shut the door behind them.

"Spike," Xander said quietly, "you didn't bite me."

"I did, I wanted to, want to."

"Then do it," Xander said.

Spike's head shot up at the young man quickly and he stared. Xander turned his head slightly to the left baring his neck the vampire.

"What?" Spike whispered but he already knew what Xander had said and he took a small step towards the young man.

"If you want to bite me so badly," Xander said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Spike's shirt and pulled the vampire against him. "Do it."

Spike stared at the vein pumping lightly on Xander's neck as if he were mesmerized.

"You want me to drink," Spike said and had to lick his suddenly dry lips, "from you?"

"No," Xander said and turned his head back so he could look at Spike. "I want you to do this."

Xander leaned forward and captured Spike's mouth in a kiss. Spike let Xander take control of the kiss, let him set the slow, passionate pace. Let him trail soft wet kisses down his jaw and neck. Let him pull his shirt up over his head. Let Xander push him back towards the bed and drop down on top of him. Let Xander's soft wet kisses roam his exposed chest.

He let Xander control him knowing what would come next, knowing he couldn't stop it, knowing he wanted to.

Xander kissed his way back up to Spike's mouth where Spike claimed the young man with a forceful, bruising kiss. Spike rolled them over so that he was on top and ripped off Xander's shirt. He dropped down to feel Xander's soft, warm skin against his skin.

"I know what went wrong pet," Spike whispered in between kisses. "I know what I did wrong."

"What?" Xander asked.

"The spell," Spike said and kissed Xander hard on the mouth.

"The wha-" Xander started but the room around them dissolved until they were lying entwined, naked in the circle in the library with the thick smoke all around them.

"Some thing weird just..." Xander said but was cut off when Spike kissed him again.

Xander lost himself in the feeling of the kiss. The sensation of Spike's lips against his, the smooth texture of Spike's chest against his own, the touch of Spike's tongue to his. Lost in Spike's hands as they slid over his naked, willing body.

"You're not afraid of me, are you pet?" Spike asked looking down at Xander.

Xander thought about the question for a moment. He felt that he should have been, he should have been terrified. One second they were kissing in his bedroom and the next they were back in the library. One moment Spike was the cold, dead, guy he hated and the next Spike was the supple, firm, body he wanted all over his. Was he afraid of Spike? No. He trusted him.

Xander shook his head and Spike smiled down at him. Spike ran his fingers through Xander's hair and kissed him softly on the lips.

"This is where I went wrong," Spike whispered against Xander's lips. Xander opened his mouth to ask a question but Spike shook his head. "Don't say anything pet." Spike let a tear slide down his face and he kissed it off of Xander's. "I love you."

Spike morphed into game face and bit into Xander's neck. Xander gave a shudder and a slight whimper and wrapped his arms tightly around Spike's back.

"I love you," Xander whispered before his body went limp in Spike's arms.

Having fully drained the young man Spike pulled back and slipped into human form. He gathered the young man up in his arms and wept as the smoke around them began to clear...

**SLAM**

"Andrew!" Anya screamed at him.

Andrew sat up from the book he had fallen asleep on. He looked down and saw he had drooled and wiped it up with his sleeve before looking over at the pissed off ex-vengeance demon. She was leaning against a big book she had just slammed on the table.

"You're supposed to be doing research, not sleeping," Anya yelled. "And, you drooled all over that book!"

"You should have left him asleep," Willow said from behind her laptop, "he looked so peaceful. Plus it shut him up."

"It was a great dream," Andrew admitted.

"I agree with Willow," Xander said, "sleeping Andrew is a good Andrew."

Andrew gave a sigh and went back to researching.

~fin~

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A/N: I think that was the most nonsensical thing I've ever written (god I hope that's the most nonsensical thing I've ever written). It might be better if I didn't subscribe to the epiphany style of writing. That means I don't plan shit out, I just write whatever I think of. It's not a very smart thing to do and I have really, really long unfinished stories in proof of that fact. Anyway, that's the end. I hope you had fun.