Xander was awakened at six am by the doorbell’s harsh buzz. Anya stumbled out of the bedroom in time to stop him before he opened the door clad only in his boxers. He glanced down at her baby doll nightie and tried to calmly explain in no uncertain terms that there was no way she was opening the door either. They stood arguing about who was going to go put something on when the bell rang again.

Spike stomped out of his bedroom, growling at the pair in the middle of the living room and opened the door. “What’dya want?” The men on the other side of the door stepped back at the snarled question from the blond man. Spike stood in the doorway wearing an old pair of Xander’s sweat pants, which were riding low on his hips. His hair was sleep-tussled and soft curls brushed his forehead.

He glared hard at the men and growled, flashing his fangs. “What the hell do you want?” He enunciated each word harshly to insure that he was understood.

“M..Movers. Um… M..Ms. J..Jenkins?” One of the men stuttered.

Spike spun on his heel and walked past Xander and Anya who stood staring, wide-eyed, at the hipbones and bare abdomen that were peeking out the top of the worn cotton. Spike grabbed Xander by his upper arm and dragged him from the room, glancing over his shoulder at Anya. “’S for you.”

Xander stumbled along behind Spike, ogling the other man’s back as he was dragged into Spike’s room. Spike slammed the door behind them and climbed into the bed, nestling under the covers.

Xander stood in the middle of the floor, pondering his next move. Suddenly the blond head reappeared from under the pile of blankets. Spike squinted up at Xander and flipped back the covers on the other side of the bed. “You comin’?” he rumbled.

Xander thought about it for approximately half a second then rushed forward to jump into the empty spot. Spike threw the covers over Xander and curled up against him, soaking in his heat.

“So warm, love.” Spike dozed off, lulled by the sound of Xander’s heartbeat.

Xander lay awake. When he was sure that Spike was sleeping, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers through the fat curls on the top of Spike’s head. His hair was so soft. Xander knew immediately why Spike gelled it so harshly. With the curls, he looked ten years younger and deceptively innocent.

He could hear Anya arguing with the movers in the living room. She had ended up hiring a moving company to move her into her new apartment. She, Buffy and Willow had decided that there was no reason to strain themselves since Spike had volunteered to bankroll her move. He had felt it was least he could do since Anya had found his bankroll to begin with.

“What do you mean this is the day that you’re supposed to be here? I scheduled for next Wednesday! Look around! Does it look like I’m ready to move?” Anya waved her hand around, indicating the room behind her. Remembering the weapons laying all over the place, she quickly pulled the door as close to shut as she could behind her body.

“Never mind. I will expect a call from your main office as soon as they open. Goodbye.” Anya shut the door in the movers’ stunned faces and went back into Xander’s room and climbed into bed.

*****

Xander felt something odd.

There was something cool pressed against him, vibrating. He turned and opened his eyes. He looked into deep blue pools. Spike was leaning up on an elbow, watching Xander sleep, purring contentedly.

“Hello, pet.” Spike leaned over and lightly pressed his lips against Xander’s.

Xander did his best to imitate the sound emanating from Spike’s chest. He leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the cool body that was pressed against him.

Spike rolled them so that he was half lying on Xander’s torso, one of his legs between Xander’s. He pressed his half-hard cock against Xander’s hip, rocking gently as he plundered the boy’s mouth; tongues met and dueled for dominance. The sleepily sensual vampire surrendered first and moaned into Xander’s mouth.

Xander fell into the kiss, forgetting that he needed oxygen. After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed at Spike’s chest, trying to get the vampire to back off so that he could breathe. Spike reluctantly pulled back, and immediately returned, skimming his lips over Xander’s eyelids, cheeks and chin. He began to drop lower, kissing and licking a trail down the other man’s neck.

Xander moaned and tilted his head, exposing his neck trustingly to the predator on top of him. Spike groaned in answer and began to actively lick, suck and nibble at the stubbly, but smooth skin. Xander rocked against Spike, pushing his torso up slightly, encouraging the vampire’s ministrations.

Spike’s demon responded immediately to the encouragement. His fangs dropped and his eyes flickered. Spike pulled back, attempting to control his features. Xander opened his eyes and looked on in wonder as Spike struggled. He reached up and brushed his fingertips over the ridge that kept appearing and disappearing from Spike’s forehead. Xander thought it amazing that the sight of Spike losing control could affect him so deeply.

Spike’s purr returned in force, pulled from his chest by Xander’s touch. The younger man smiled and continued to stroke the strong features. He leaned up to recapture the curved, full lips of the blond.

Just as Xander reached Spike’s lips, Anya flung open the bedroom door, both men jumped and turned towards the door. “We’re late! We were supposed to be at the Magic Box twenty minutes ago. Didn’t you look at the clock before you started fooling around?” She spun and stormed out of the room. “Men and their orgasms. Xander! I’ll finish packing your stuff. Spike! Get off of Xander!”

Spike looked down at Xander, taking in the kiss-swollen lips and the slightly flushed skin of the man lying beneath him. Xander smiled back up at Spike, enjoying the slightly drowsy and confused look on the vampire’s face.

“Anya. Gotta love her.” He reached up and pulled Spike back down, biting gently on his lips. “C’mon, let me up.”

Spike snarled and refused to move, pressing harder against Xander. “Don’ wanna. Wanna snog.” He leaned down and began to devour Xander’s mouth once again.

He yelped and looked over his shoulder. Anya stood at the foot of the bed, clad in her baby doll pajama bottoms and a button down blouse, with one of Spike’s new belts folded in her hand. “I said, get off of him, Spike! You guys are going to miss your flight if you don’t get out of that bed right now!” Spike flipped her off, but rolled off of Xander and climbed out of the bed.

He wandered out into the living area to find Anya emptying Xander’s suitcase. “Aren’t you supposed to be filling that up, luv?”

Anya scowled over her shoulder. “Hush! Do you really want to be seen out in public with this shirt?” She held up a particularly loud printed item and Spike blanched. “Then get over here and help me get the rest of this stuff in his suitcase before he comes out!”

Spike rushed to her side and began pulling out all the new clothes that Anya had chosen for Xander on their shopping spree. He pulled out a handful of silk that he didn’t recognize. “You bought him underwear?” He shook out the forest green silk boxers, rubbing the tips of his fingers over the fabric.

“Yes,” Anya hissed. “I know you don’t want him wearing any, but I know that he acts like a fool when he doesn’t have any on! He gets too distracted to function!” She rescued the boxers from Spike, who was fondling them with a far away look in his eyes.

“Hurry up!” Anya shoved Spike into action as she finished packing up Xander’s suitcase. She dumped all the clothes that she had removed into one of the shopping bags and pushed it towards Spike. “Stick that in the closet.”

As Spike shut the closet door, Xander wandered into the room. He smiled at Anya and pulled her up, planting a kiss on her forehead. “It is time to go!” His excited smile was contagious and soon all three were grinning like fools as they packed the last of the weapons into a hard case.

“How are we going to get these into Bermuda? Or, for that matter, how are we going to get them onto the plane in L.A.?” Xander’s voice was strained as he helped Spike carry the case to the door.

“No idea, pet. Rupes has some contacts, I think,” Spike offered.

Anya caught sight of a clock, squeaked and ran from the room, reappearing in the doorway with her skirt half on and her shoes dangling from her fingers.

Spike nudged Xander and both men watched as Anya’s skirt dropped to the floor and she bent over to pull it back up. Two heads tilted as one, soaking in the sight of smooth skin covered by nothing but a flimsy pale pink thong.

Xander unconsciously took a step towards the flustered girl, one hand reaching out. Spike slapped at the outreached hand and frowned. “Oi!”

Anya turned and saw that both of her roommates were staring and that both were sporting rather impressive tents in their respective pants. “Oh.” She flushed and quickly zipped her skirt. She slid on her heels, continuing to avoid looking directly at either man.

“I’ve got to get to the shop. Meet you there!” Anya flew out of the apartment; trying to control her breathing and hoping desperately that the moisture that was freely flowing from her pussy wouldn’t soak through her skirt.

*****

A stunned Spike and Xander stood in the middle of the catastrophe that was their living room. Xander turned his head slightly to look at the smaller man. Spike noticed the movement and looked back.

Both men reached out and soon no thoughts of Anya and her pink thong were left. There was only coolness and warmth, tongues dueling and hands stroking.

Xander moaned in disappointment when Spike’s mouth left his. Spike dragged his tongue down Xander’s neck and began biting at his collarbone. Spike’s hand drifted to a nipple, tweaking and pinching the brown flesh. Xander moaned again, this time in encouragement.

Spike looked up and deliberately touched his tongue to one of Xander’s distended nipples. The younger man threw his head back and groaned. Spike’s touch was sending bolts of desire throughout his entire system. He knees buckled and Spike quickly threw an arm around his waist to support him.

Spike continued to tongue the nub in his mouth before biting it roughly, drawing out a shriek of delight from the brunette. “Again!”

Spike moved to the other nipple and bit hard, sending shivers throughout Xander’s body. Spike pulled back and looked Xander in the eye. “You are so responsive, love…”

He dropped his head back down to the other man’s chest only to snort in disgust when the phone rang. Both men began looking for the cordless phone, willing it to appear from under the piles of shoes, blankets and clothing that littered the room.

“Got it!” Xander held it up triumphantly and answered it. “Hello?”

Spike’s sensitive hearing allowed him to eavesdrop quite successfully.

“Quit making out with Spike and get dressed! Your flight is in less then two hours!” Anya’s voice carried clearly over the line and both men instantly looked guilty. “And quit looking guilty! Just get in the shower, separately, and get dressed. I’ll hold off Giles. Hurry!”

Xander hung up the phone and tossed it to Spike, who had moved into the kitchen for some blood. “I’ll hop in first, ok?” Spike nodded and downed his blood.

“Yeah, I’ll gather everything up.” Spike moved to pick up his trunk and Xander’s suitcase and laid them by the door. He heard the water start in the bathroom and allowed his thoughts to wander.

Xander stood under the water and did the same. He was amazed at how it had felt when Spike had bitten down on his nipples. He drew his fingers up to circle around the tiny mounds of flesh, remembering the vampire’s touch.

Spike wondered if Xander had ever thought about piercing his nipples, they were so sensitive.

Xander wondered why no one else had paid any attention to such a sensitive area.

Both men moaned as they contemplated Xander’s nipples. Two hands drifted down and two erections were stroked. As each man came he shouted the other’s name.

“Spike!”

“Xander!”

*****

They made it to the car without too many further incidents.

Xander had stumbled over Spike’s trunk when the other man appeared from his bedroom, dressed in a sapphire silk t-shirt and tight blue jeans. It was obvious that Spike wasn’t wearing underwear; the pants were too snug to allow any. Spike slipped on a short, rough, brown leather jacket and his black eye jackets. He picked up his trunk and the case of weapons, and then turned to the other man.

“Ready?”

He turned and walked out of the apartment, giving Xander a perfect view of his ass, too-tight denim barely brushed by soft brown leather. Xander shook his head. There was no way that he was going to live through this trip. He knew it.

“C’mon, Whelp. Time to go!” Xander picked up his suitcase and ran after Spike. He reached the DeSoto in the covered parking area reserved for Xander just as Spike was hefting the case of weapons into the trunk.

“Give it here.” Spike held out his hand for Xander’s suitcase and piled it on top of the other items already packed in the large space.

He walked around to the driver’s side of the car, patting the pockets of the unfamiliar jacket, looking for his smokes. He found them in an inside pocket and lit up, sliding behind the wheel.

“Got everything, pet?” He glanced over at Xander who was staring at him with lust filled eyes. “Shit, hang on.” Spike got out of the car, dodging small patches of light, and went back up to the apartment.

Anya had set up an account for Spike in Sunnydale, transferring funds from several of accounts that Angel had provided. She had given him a debit card to access the account while he was gone, but had also gotten him several thousand dollars worth of traveler’s checks. Spike had hidden the wallet of checks under his mattress and had almost forgotten it.

“Where in the hell am I supposed to put these?” Spike couldn’t fit the thick wallet into his jeans pocket, so he slipped it in with his cigarettes and Zippo. He walked back out to the car, revving the engine as he settled in his seat.

“Here we go.” Spike threw the car into gear and stomped on the gas. Xander laughed in half-fear and half-delight as they sped towards the Magic Box.

*****

When they arrived, Spike ran in under an old wool blanket to gather up Tara, Giles and all of their stuff. The DeSoto had been chosen by default to take the group to L.A. Spike had refused to ride in the trunk of anyone else’s car, and none of the others were willing to black out their windows.

He walked in to find Tara and Willow kissing passionately, Tara pressing Willow forcibly against the counter, while Giles and Anya pretended not to notice.

“Where’s the Slayer?” Spike looked around the room and scented the air.

Giles snorted in disgust. “She was busy and couldn’t make it.” He lifted his suitcase and indicated a large box that held a variety of books. “Could you get that?”

Spike rolled his eyes but lifted the box, nudging Tara as he passed. His action pressed her more firmly against Willow, causing the redhead to groan under her breath.

“C’mon, gotta go. Watcher’ll eat me alive if we miss the flight.” He nudged Tara again, eliciting another groan from Willow. Spike leaned against the counter next to the two witches and had settled in to watch the show when Giles stuck his head in the door.

“Let’s go!” Tara jumped at his tone and blushed. Willow, too sated with her lover’s kisses to respond, floated over to a chair and sat down, silently watching Tara and Spike walk towards the door.

Anya hurried after the vampire, stopping him as he struggled to get his blanket back over his head to protect him from the waning sunlight. He tilted his head questioningly and she smiled, dragging him behind a curtain.

“When you and Xander get back, come by my new place. I’ll show you both some more of my lingerie if you want.” Anya stood on her toes and kissed Spike, pushing her tongue into his unresisting mouth and drawing in his taste. Spike was too stunned to respond to her soft lips.

Anya pulled back. “That one was for you. Give this one to Xander for me.” She reached back up and kissed the vampire again, almost bruising him with her intensity.

“Have a good trip.” Anya turned and sashayed back over to the counter, where she began going through the till, counting her precious money.

Spike stumbled out to the car, dropping the box of books through the window and into Giles’ lap, managing to singe his hand in the process. He fell into his seat and stared at the steering wheel. Xander had seen Anya grab Spike and pull him back in and wondered what she had said to make the vampire this quiet and still.

Xander leaned over and poked Spike. “You have to actually put the car in gear and physically drive it. It won’t go by itself.” Spike looked over at Xander and nodded. Revving the engine up, he pulled away from the Magic Box, heading for L.A.

THE TRIANGLE 11