Jack stretched out and yawned, awoken by a demanding knock at his hotel room door. If it was one of his team members, they had better be ready to go away until morning.

"How the hell did they find me?" he grumbled as he got out of bed and padded over to the door. "And at three in the freaking morning."

His eyes widened when instead of Gwen or Ianto standing there, it was Spike.

Spike's eyes traveled over Jack's naked chest and back up to his face. "I believe you invited me over?"

Jack grin and spread his arm in a welcoming gesture, suddenly much more awake. "Want a drink?"

Spike walked in tilting his head as he studied Jack. "Is that what you wanted me here for?"

"No," Jack admitted.

"Well, why don't we start with your original idea?"

Jack put his hand on Spike's hip, their bodies pressed together. "You're a little over dressed for that."

Spike teased his lips over Jack's. "That can be changed."

Jack smashed his mouth against Spike's, and pushed his jacket off.

The two stumbled back, pulling back from their heated kiss long enough to pull Spike's shirt off. They toppled onto the bed, touching and groping desperately.

Spike kicked off his boots while Jack work his jeans open. Spike groaned in relief when his erection was freed from its denim prison.

Jack gripped Spike's shaft and grinned at the responding moan. "Who's on top?"

Spike took Jack's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged softly. "Don't bloody care."

Jack stripped off his own sweats while Spike shimmied out of his tight jeans. Both men took a minute to eat up the sight of each other's bodies.

Jack grabbed the bottle of K-Y lube he bought just in case Spike came.

"If you don't care, then it's me."

Spike really didn't care as long as he came, and pretty damn soon. He moaned as Jack hastily prepared him.

Spike grabbed Jack's hair and pulled his mouth down. His lips were soft and warm, but the kiss was hard and frantic, a perfect match for their movements.

Jack gripped Spike's hips and thrust into him. Their dual cries of pleasure filled the room as they bucked, and thrust together.

Spike licked the shell of Jack's ear and whispered. "Harder, mate. Ah fuck... Please, harder."

Jack responded immediately to Spike's request, moving faster and harder, changing the position to create better friction for both.

Spike pressed his head back and arched into Jack's hand; which was playing havoc with his nerve ending and his cock.

Spike tensed as his orgasm approached.

Jack buried his fingers in Spike's hair and brought his mouth to his neck. "Bite me, Spike." The idea thrilled both men more than either would have liked to admit.

Spike's fangs dropped and he slid them easily into Jack's willing flesh. The burst of blood was all Spike needed, and the intense pleasure, and slight pain of a vampire bite threw Jack over the edge. Both men came, shooting long streams of semen for several minutes.

Jack dropped onto Spike's chest, panting as the vampire closed the bite mark with his saliva.

Jack chuckled and nuzzled Spike's neck. "I guess I can take 'sex with a vampire' off of my to do list."

Spike smirked and propped himself up on his elbows. "It was on your list?"

"From the moment I found out you were a vampire."

Spike pressed a kiss against his lips. "You ever hear about vampire stamina?"

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Angel stood outside the door. He could smell the sex, and hear the moans all the way from his room. He had hoped it was someone other than Spike with Jack, but his grandchilde's scent was unmistakable.

"This means war," he murmured as he headed for the stairs and back to his own room. He wasn't going to give up. He refused to. He waited too long to lose Spike to a couple of pretty boys.