Very very sorry for the major gap between updates. I've had a serious case of writers block lately, so I apologize for that. Anyway, here's the new chapter. I hope its at least somewhat as good as the others. (I'm still not a fan of my own work.)

On with the story!

"Oh.. my.. GOD! This.. oh, well now.. this is just priceless!" Spike taunted, standing in the doorway to John and Sherlock's room. He smirked at the pair who were seated on the edge of the bed, hair ruffled and shirts tossed to the side. John had finally gotten a proper kiss -for purely scientific reasons, of course- from Sherlock and to their surprise, he'd found it was more than enjoyable. Enough so that they'd found themselves soon toppling over onto the bed, fighting for control over their impromptu make-out session. The only flaw: they'd forgotten to lock the door. And so now they were being gawked at whilst half naked and panting, both of them suddenly realizing that maybe they'd gone too far, that they had been caught up in the moment a little too much. John peered over Sherlock's shoulder and groaned. Spike was grinning ear to ear, licking at his bottom lip with the kind of sneer that screamed 'Just wait till I tell EVERYONE!' Sherlock turned towards Spike and stood slowly, keeping his eyes on the vampire as he took his shirt from the corner and slipped it back on. "Right.. Well, Red's got dinner all ready. Sent me to tell ya'. Oh, and no worries. Secrets safe with me." And with that, Spike gave one last amused look at the pair, then turned on his heel and stalked off to the stairway.

"Great. Just bloody wonderful! You, the worlds only consulting detective FAILS to lock the door. How in the hell do you not notice the door isn't locked! Christ, Sherlock.. This is just great. Just lovely. Now that.. that thing.. is off to tell the whole damn household that we were.. damn. Just damn.." John stood suddenly, grabbed his jumper from the floor and yanked it back on, then stomped over to Sherlock. "Oh, and just so you know.. STILL not GAY!" John poked Sherlock in the chest, and began to slip past him to the door, when suddenly he was being wrapped in the long, pale arms of his friend, and before he could think to protest, the detective's lips were firmly planted upon his, sending tingling shock waves through his body. John froze momentarily, then relaxed into the embrace as his senses were assaulted by that which is Sherlock Holmes. His messy, brown curls brushing John's face with each movement, his soft but forceful lips, the scent of his aftershave, his long slender fingers stroking his back ever so gently. The man was like a drug, and John was no longer in control of his own mind or body, which was proven by the sudden ache between his legs. He'd always marvelled at the complexity and undeniable beauty of his flatmate, but had never once felt such a rush of desire to be anything more than friends. It was a jarring thought, which brought John back to reality with the realization that he was thinking of Sherlock in more than a platonic way. Even so, John let the thoughts linger and allowed himself to reach up and cup Sherlock's cheek in his palm, letting his fingers slide into his hair as the kiss deepened again, the tip of Sherlock's tongue brushing lightly against John's lips, teasing them open. John opened his eyes slightly as he broke away gently, his fingers still wrapped in Sherlock's dark locks. The two stood silently studying each other for a long moment, then John dropped his hand to his side and looked at the floor, as thought it might know what to say. Just as he was going to break the silence, Sherlock cleared his throat to speak.

"Yes... well then. I believe we have our results now." He turned away slowly, allowing his thigh to brush against the bulge in the front of the doctor's jeans. John jumped and let out a sudden moan, only further proving to himself that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so sure of his sexuality like he'd once thought.

"GILES!" Willow screeched from the kitchen, sending the ex-watcher dashing through the living room at full speed. He nearly knocked over Dawn as she carried the plates out to the table. As he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway, he found the redhead perched on the island counter, holding a spatula and pointing at the floor. "Spider! Big.. hairy.. bitey.. YICK!" She wailed, shivering slightly at the small tarantula that had somehow found its way into the house. Giles jumped into action, taking a fry pan down from the cupboard and beating the offending arachnid into a very slimy, furry mess. As he nudged it into a dustpan and tossed its remains in the trash, Giles stopped and looked at the quivering witch who was still crouched on the counter. Fighting back a fit of laughter he helped her down and took to washing the spider guts off the back of the pan. "Thanks, Giles. Ugh! It was just.. with the fur.. and eyes.." Willow babbled, then contorted her face in an expression of disgust, fear and what looked like hatred for the poor eight-legged beast. "Using them in spells is one thing.. but sneaking up on me all sneaky-like when I'm all defenceless at the stove.. that was just.. unfair." No longer able to hold back his amusement, Giles burst out laughing at the spectacle. An infinitely powerful witch, shaking with fear over a spider.. It was definitely the high point of his day. As he doubled over at the sink, roaring with laughter and shaking his head, Willow couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"What's so funny guys?" Dawn said from the doorway.

"Spider.. Willow.. on the counter.. screaming.. spatula.." Giles said in between chuckles, fighting to catch his breath.

"Okay then.. Yeah." Dawn turned and walked back out to the dining room, unsure if there was any point in asking again. She pulled out a chair and flopped down, then jumped back up as she saw Spike at the bottom of the stairs. Their eyes met and, like he knew what she was thinking, Spike bolted towards the kitchen, reaching the fridge just before Dawn. "No!" she pleaded. "You beat me.. How.. Grr! Hmmph.." Dawn crossed her arms over her chest and stomped off to the dining room, defeated. Spike was soon at her side, sitting down with a mug of blood in one hand, his other hand stroking her hair softly.

"Now, now.. you should know better, nibblet. No use racing a vamp to the blood. I'll always win." He hissed softly. Dawn looked over at him, and watched as he took a gulp from the yellow smiley-face mug.

"So.." Willow sighed as she carried the bowl of spaghetti out to the table. "You two.. with the snugglies. Very.. umm.. cute." the witch squeaked nervously. She'd been the first to find the pair cuddled up sleeping on the sofa that afternoon. As much as Willow had thought it was sweet, she had decided to bring it up, just to make sure they didn't need to worry about any 'funny business' as she'd called it when talking it over with Giles. She placed the serving bowl of spaghetti and meat sauce on the table and took a seat across from Dawn. Spike reached over and pulled the bowl to him, then scooped out some spaghetti onto his plate.

"Will.. its cool. We're just.. friends." Dawn said, hurriedly stuffing her mouth with a bite of French bread. She glanced over at Spike to see if he was going to jump in on the conversation and save her, but he was busy pouring blood from his mug onto his plate and stirring it into his food. Dawn's stomach twisted into a knot at the sight, threatening to make her sick right there at the table. Blood.. in spaghetti... oh.. gross! She was ripped out of her thoughts by Spike's voice, asking if she was feeling all right. "Mmm-hmm..." Dawn mumbled, realizing she still had a substantial chunk of bread in her mouth, that she was soon aware she couldn't swallow without throwing up. Excusing herself to the kitchen with a quick "Mmm-hmm-hrmm", Dawn rushed to the trash can and spit out the bread. Giles was still at the sink, sipping a cup of tea as he watched the panic-stricken Dawn running by and seemingly throwing her guts up into the garbage. Dawn turned and found Giles staring at her, a questioning look on his face. "Ugh.. man.. Spike.. totally gross.. blood on spaghetti.. who does that anyway?"

"Well, it appears Spike does, unfortunately. Tell Willow I won't be joining you for dinner. I may not be capable of having dinner for the rest of my life, now that I've got that image in my head, thank you." Giles washed out his tea cup and set it back on the shelf. He patted Dawn on the shoulder, then smiled hesitantly before making his way to the living room. Dawn crept back into the dining room and took her seat. John and Sherlock had already come down and were beginning to eat, unaware that the plate in front of Spike had blood in the sauce. Dawn slowly started on her own plate, focusing on her own untainted food to push the thoughts of bloody spaghetti out of her head.

"So, Doc... " Spike started. "How'd that go for you two.. the whole-" He was just about to announce to the group that he'd caught John and Sherlock together, when there was a terrible crash from outside, causing everyone to jump from their seats and rush to the front door. Outside, Giles was sitting in his car with a large, green demon squatting on the hood. It glared at him, then heard the commotion behind it and rushed towards the house, tossing aside Xander as it burst through the group and tackled Anya who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. As the demon clawed at Anya, snarling and growling, Spike jumped onto its back, beating it over the head with his fist. It threw him off, then stood sniffing the air. It turned towards Sherlock and stalked over to the detective, who tried his best not to flinch or make a sound. The beast sniffed him, first his head, then shoulders and back to his hair, before tossing the tall, thin man over his shoulder and rushing out the door with him. Sherlock yelped involuntarily, kicking and trying his best to break free of its grasp. John ran outside, but was too late to save him. The demon and Sherlock had both disappeared from view. Giles climbed out of the car, shaking but uninjured. He stared down the street where the demon had vanished from, then collapsed to the ground. Dawn and Willow dashed over and helped him to his feet, then dragged him back into the house. Once all were back inside, Sherlock not included, Willow spoke up.

"John.. Is there something Sherlock forgot to mention?"

Please don't kill me! I know, I know.. cliffhanger. Everyone hates them. I agree. It was a necessary evil, I assure you! *evil laugh*