It had been two months since John had found an apartment that suited his needs. It had a spacious living room and bedroom, and he had it tastefully designed with lots of dark colors to attract his lover's attention.

Said lover lounged shirtless in sweats on the blood red leather loveseat and worked on a crossword puzzle while John slept. A smile played around his lips when he heard footsteps. John was awake, and that was always fun.

John settled down next to Spike, equally shirtless. "Doing another one?"

Spike looked up at his boyfriend. "You bloody well ruin the last one."

"I was just helping. It isn't my fault that I know history. My old job required it."

"Yeah, yeah," Spike said, ignoring John and setting about finishing his game.

John was never one to let anyone ignore him. He slid his hand up Spike's thigh, using his lips to play with Spike's ear.

"Quit it, we just finished the last bout you set off. Swear you're worse than a vampire." Spike tried not to pay heed to the hand rubbing the front of his pants, but that was no easy feat. Spike rolled up the paper and hit John on the head.

"Bad dog," Spike said, smothering his mirth.

John snatched the paper and tossed it, wrestling spike to the ground. They bit, punched and kissed until one pinned the other. John looked down at Spike, breathing heavily.

"Spike, I'm human," he said, frowning.

Spike lifted his eyebrow. "I figured that out already."

"No. I'm gonna get old, die. You're not." John rolled off Spike, sitting next to him on the floor. "I don't much like that idea."

Spike sat up, tilting his head. "What brought this on?"

John shrugged. "Us. We won't be able to be this way forever if I keep aging. Spike, turn me."

Spike shook his head. "No."

"Why? I don't want to die. I never really thought of it while I was running around the galaxy, traveling through time, but now I'm here, one spot. Stuck."

Spike touched John's cheek, kissing his temple. "John, I turned my mother when I was first sired. She was a demon. She wasn't herself. I'm not going to lose you like I lost her."

John raked his hand through his brown, receding, hair. He really hated aging. "A soul. You said that Angel idiot has a soul. Turn me, give me a soul and I'm good to go."

Spike wrapped his arms around John, kissing his neck. "Soul won't stick if you have sex." He nuzzled his cheek. "There's one more way, but I don't know if you'll like it."

John turned his eyes to Spike. "I'm sure I'll like it better than being celibate."

"We'd have to—"

A knock on the door interrupted Spike. Buffy's annoyed voice rang through the wood, ordering they open up.

"Bugger," John cursed. "I'll get it." He moved to the door while Spike resettled on the couch.

"Hello Gorgeous, how nice of you to stop by," John grinned at Buffy. "Come for a particular reason, or you just couldn't wait to see me naked?"

"Stop teasing the Slayer, and let her in," Spike called.

John extended his arm. "Mi casa es su casa," he said.

Buffy walked in, not impressed by John's playfulness. "Spike," she stopped in front of him. She forgot what she wanted to ask when she saw Spike's smooth, pale chest. A very lovely chest. She had forgotten how much she really liked that chest.

John came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "He looks even better without pants on."

Buffy jumped and glared at him as he laughed. "You, I don't need. You can leave."

"And leave you alone with my boyfriend? Not a chance missy. If you two are doing something, I want in." He winked at her, sitting down next to Spike and putting his arm around his shoulders.

"What is it you need, Buffy?" Spike asked, slapping John playfully on the back of his head.

"Ow. I was being nice! A lot of girls would jump at the chance to have sex with two hot guys."

"Ignore him," Spike said, though the idea of have both Buffy and John at once was very attractive.

Buffy shook off the mental image of John and Spike pressed against her. "Do you know of a demon that strips people of skin?" She made a face. "Demons are gross."

Spike pursed his lips and went through the demons he'd heard of. "Gnarl."

"Huh?" Buffy asked.

"Gnarl. A demon that paralyzes its victims with its nails, and then eats strips of skin from the body and drinks the blood," Spike explained.

John laughed and the other two looked at him. "Uh," he cleared his throat. "It sounds like an alien I took on once. Nasty git."

Spike leaned over and kissed John. "Making a bad impression on the Slayer, pet."

John grabbed Spike's head before he could move, and smashed his lips against his. The possessive kiss was obviously for Buffy's benefit, but Spike found it hard to care. John knew exactly how to kiss him.

"Ahem, can we stop the making out and get back to business?" Buffy asked, annoyed for a plethora of reasons, the main one that she hated watching Spike kiss John.

Spike pulled back with one last kiss and looked at Buffy. "Sorry, luv."

"Come join us. I guarantee a good time," John purred seductively.

Buffy almost took him up on the offer. "Demon. How do I find it?"

John grinned at the waver of indecision that passed over Buffy's face. The girl wanted the, he knew that for sure. And John was never opposed to a little ménage à trois. Especially when both partners were so attractive.

"I could track him by the scent of blood probably. Or Glinda could do a tracking spell."

Buffy nodded. "Blood sounds quicker. Come on, we'll go to the Magic Box first."

"Let me get dressed." Spike jumped up and moved to the bedroom.

"So, you two are living together? I thought Spike still had his crypt," Buffy said to John, unhappy about the living arrangement.

"He does. The man won't let go of it. He has practically all his kit here, but he insists upon spending time at his crypt. Not like he sleeps there." John stretched out, moving lithely to his feet. "I better dress."

"You don't have to go. In fact, I'd suggest you stay."

John chuckled. "Why do I make you oh so uncomfortable?"

"I don't know if I have enough time to list it all."

"Let's get the top three then."

"You're an ass, you constantly flirt and you stole Spike." Buffy was surprised at her omission, but knew that the last one took the top position.

John made a noise of indifference. "I may be an ass, but you left Spike, I didn't steal him. And you like my flirting. It gets you hot."

Spike came out buttoning his blue shirt. "Need to do bloody wash. And buy new clothes. You've ripped half my wardrobe." He glanced between to the two. "What'd I miss?"
"Nothing, luv. You two can start, I'm gonna dress and meet you there." John wrapped his arm around Spike's neck and massaged his lips across his mouth. "Mmm, be good 'til I get there. Then you can be bad."

Spike slapped John's ass as he moved towards the bedroom. "No promises."

Buffy rolled her eyes and left, leaving Spike to catch up.

Spike finally caught her half way to the Magic Box. She had the distinct feeling that he and John did something after she walked away.

"Why didn't you wait?" Spike asked.

"Didn't feel like watching you and John screw," Buffy answered curtly.

Spike grabbed her arm. "Why can't you get along with him? I'd like to at least be your bloody friend, why do I have to feel ashamed for wanting John?"

"Because its—"

"I swear to god if you say it's wrong I'll snap your neck. That is bullshit and you know it. Tell me the truth."

Buffy and Spike stood nose to nose, challenging each other in poise and eye contact. They both itched to kiss the other, but neither made a move.

"Go on and kiss the girl."

John's voice broke the spell and Buffy and Spike took a step back.

John stood between the two, smiling like the gossip he was. "Come on, why are you two so frigid? The three of us could have a good time, and it might make it bearable to be in the same room as the two of you."

Spike smiled a little. "Come on, we have a demon to kill." He resumed his gait towards the Magic Box.

John looked at Buffy and wiggled his eyebrows. "He'd crack if we double teamed him."

Buffy looked like she was going to slap him. Her words surprised him. "Maybe."

With that said, she went to catch up with Spike. Her ass swiveled enticingly as she went. John grinned. Maybe she was more fun than he gave her credit for. She sure as hell got little John standing at attention.

"Let's turn that maybe into a yes," he said to himself as he followed them. Fun was to be had with those two.