The flight to Atlanta was relatively short and uninteresting. Their two-hour layover seemed almost a lark after the one in Dallas. However, even with the ease of their trip, as they boarded the flight to Miami they were already travel-weary and ready to go home.

Xander slid his arm around Spike’s waist and rubbed his head on the other man’s shoulder. Spike lifted his arm, allowing Xander to curl up under it. Almost immediately the young man was asleep.

Giles looked across the aisle at the two men, both relaxed and peaceful looking. Spike’s drowsy eyes turned towards the watcher and a tired smile flitted across his face.

Giles returned the smile and pulled his own blanket up around his neck. He glanced over at Tara who was sound asleep in her own seat, her blonde hair drifting up and down over her face as she breathed.

The attendant stopped by Giles seat. “Excuse me, sir. Are you Rupert Giles?” Giles nodded and the attendant handed him an envelope.

Giles shrugged his arms free of his blanket and peeled open the letter.

“What is it, Rupert?” Spike’s low voice resulted in Xander moving even closer. Spike smiled down at the sleeping man in his arms.

Giles quickly perused the letter, then summarized for Spike. “It’s from the Council.” He ignored Spike’s snort of disgust. “It lists the house address, where to get the key, a list of restaurants close by and where we can find some blood.”

Spike laughed. “They had a letter delivered to you on a bloody plane to tell you things we already knew? Wankers. Give it to me.” Giles leaned across the aisle and tossed the letter into Spike’s outstretched hand.

Spike pulled his arm from around Xander, who frowned in his sleep. Spike rubbed his head for a moment before focusing on the letter. After turning the letter over and examining it from all angles, Spike dropped it into his lap, frowned and looked up at the ceiling. He brought his head back down and looked at Giles. “Gimme the envelope.”

Spike examined the folder paper carefully. He grunted in pleasure and peeled back a corner of the envelope. “Rupert, look.” He eased out from under Xander and moved to kneel next to Giles’ seat. He showed the torn edge to Giles, pointing out the design that lay underneath it.

Giles took the envelope and looked around for the attendant. He rose from his seat and walked back to the attendants’ station. “Could I get a cup of scalding tea, please?” at the attendant’s nod, he walked back to his seat, stepping over the blond that was sitting in the floor.

The attendant brought the beverage and spoke quietly to Spike. “I’m sorry sir, but you cannot sit in the aisle.” Spike nodded and stood, looking around. When the attendant returned to the station, he knelt back down on his haunches.

Giles steamed the envelope over the tea. “I am not sure this is quite hot enough…” Finally, the glue began to loosen and the design became more visible. Both men inched closer, peering at the miniscule print.

“It’s a …” Giles paused.

“No, it’s not.” Spike turned his head and looked at it from a different angle.

Spike jerked when he was tapped on the shoulder. “Sir, we are about to start preparing for landing, please return to your seat.”

Spike climbed back over Xander’s still form, lifting him from where he had laid out across Spike’s seat. He checked that the younger man was secure in his seatbelt before buckling his own. He pulled him back into his arms.

Giles continued studying the paper in his hands until the flight attendant asked everyone to secure all items for landing. He shoved the envelope into the inside pocket of his jacket. Tara squeezed his arm and smiled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

*****

“Whoa!” Xander almost dropped his suitcase when he caught his first glimpse of the ship.

Spike switched the weapons case to his other hand and reached out for Xander. “Impressive, yeah?” Xander grinned at him and continued to walk towards the ship.

Tara nudged Spike. “Have you been on many cruises?”

“Used to be the only way to travel, pet. Dru and me went all over the world on different types of ships.” Spike smirked as Xander tripped over a decorative tile in the walkway, stumbling as he tried to regain his balance.

“Xan, give me your case.” Xander turned and looked at Spike, confused.

“Give me your suitcase.” Spike took the luggage from the other man, and then gave him a shove to get him moving again. Spike looked back at Giles who was struggling with his own baggage.

“Oh, bloody hell, stop.” Tara, Xander and Giles all stopped in their tracks to look at Spike.

“Put down the bags.” There was a clatter of noise as luggage of all types hit the ground.

“Go register on the bloody ship and I will find a way to get all of this shit onboard. Go!” The three stood staring at Spike for a moment before hurrying away towards the ship.

“Damn humans.” Spike gathered all of their luggage together. He looked up, his vampire visage coming out.

When the two young vampires attacked, they were quickly subdued. Spike saw their shocked expressions and laughed. “What? You gits never seen a Master Vamp before?” Both vampires in his grasp shook their heads.

“Well, now’s a good time for you to learn something. I say jump, you jump, and then jump again in case it wasn’t high enough, you got that?” Nods were his only answer.

“Good, now pick up those bags and follow me.” The terrified vampires followed closely behind Spike. When they reached the boarding platform, Giles looked over and rolled his eyes.

“Good Lord, Spike. Must you do this everywhere we go?”

“What? Got the bags up here, didn’t I?” Spike motioned for the younger vamps to give the luggage to the porters, then he and Giles walked around the corner with them.

Before the dust settled, Giles and Spike were back and Xander was wrapping his arms around Spike’s waist. Spike reached into a pocket and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one and breathing the smoke away from Xander.

Giles herded them towards the plank of the ship. “We are the only ones coming on board here. They’re waiting.”

When they arrived onboard the ship, very few passengers were seen.

“I guess there aren’t a lot of people up at this time of day. What time is it anyway?” Tara yawned in the middle of her question, drawing out the syllables and stumbling over the words.

Giles looked down at his watch and attempted to calculate the time. “We left Dallas at 7:45, the layover in Atlanta was two hours, we’ve gone through two time zones, it took a little over two hours…” He trailed off. “I have no idea. It’s nighttime. Let’s find our rooms and get some sleep.”

Tara giggled at him as the porter directed them to their rooms.

“Here is the interior room that was requested.” The porter unlocked the door and attempted to hand the key to Xander. Spike growled as the man touched his boy and snatched the key from his hand.

“Thanks.” He unceremoniously drug Xander into the room, slamming the door in the face of the very confused porter. Giles laughed, feeling a bit hysterical. He was too tired to deal with Spike right now.

“And our rooms?” He prompted the stunned man.

“Ah, yes, sir, right this way. You have a two-bedroom suite with an ocean view.”

The suite that they stepped into was ten doors down from the room where they had left Spike and Xander. Giles sighed in relief. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be an unwilling witness to their first coupling.

“Thank you.” Giles produced his wallet and offered the man a tip as Tara wandered onto the balcony leading from the living area.

“Wow.” Giles joined her and they stood watching the moon dance across the waves as the ship left port. Tara yawned again.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. It’s harder than I thought it would be to sleep alone again.”

Giles nodded in understanding. “I know.”

*****

Xander laughed and pulled his arm away from Spike. “What’s with the possessive vamp act, Spike?” He turned, searching for his suitcase. As he began digging through it, he was pulled back and shoved against the wall.

“You are mine, remember? I can be possessive if I want.” Spike attacked Xander’s mouth, pushing his tongue into the warm cavern. Xander immediately responded, allowing Spike to take whatever he wanted.

He was amazed at Spike’s behavior. No one had ever been possessive of him before. It felt kind of… good.

Spike finally released him, resting his forehead against Xander’s and panting needlessly. “Ready for bed, love?” Xander nodded, their heads moving together. Spike released Xander and tugged off his shirt, walking across the room to the twin beds.

Xander pulled his toiletry bag out of his suitcase and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and clean up a little. He stood staring into the mirror for a long moment, wondering what it was that Spike saw in him. Plain brown, too long hair, dull brown eyes… He examined his chest in the mirror. His body was ok. Shrugging, he finished up.

Xander walked out of the bathroom to find Spike dressed only in jeans, dragging the two twin beds close. He watched in wonder as the beds fastened together and Spike draped a large sheet over both mattresses.

“They’re made to do this, Xan. Come help.” Quickly, the two men made the bed and climbed into it. Spike shrugged out of his jeans before climbing under the covers with his boxer-clad lover.

Spike pulled Xander into his arms, kissing him deeply. “Tired, love?”

“Not at all,” Xander whispered against Spike’s lips.

“Good.” Spike rolled Xander onto his back, running his tongue over soft lips, dipping in to taste the essence of Xander. He ran his hands down Xander’s sides, brushing his fingers under the waistband of the satin boxers that hid what he wanted from his sight.

He tugged at the boxers, dragging them down over Xander’s hips, releasing his straining erection. With one last kiss, Spike moved down Xander’s body, touching and tasting pieces of skin as he traveled down his length.

He paused at Xander’s sensitive nipples, teasing them with his tongue and breath. Finally, he grasped one with his teeth and bit down gently. Xander moaned and Spike continued moving down.

He reached his knees and pulled the boxers off of Xander’s feet, tossing them off the bed, making a silky pool of black on the floor. He crawled back up Xander’s quivering body, dragging his tongue the length of one muscled leg, stopping to lave the cleft between thigh and groin.

He looked up to find Xander staring at him though desire-laden eyes. Holding his gaze, Spike licked the underside of Xander’s cock. Xander thrust up, moaning and pleading for more. Spike smiled and sat back on his haunches, watching the erotic dance.

Xander writhed under Spike’s heavy look. He could feel the blood in his cock pulsing, begging for the other man’s touch. Finally, Spike relented to his silent pleas. He wrapped his mouth around Xander’s length, sliding his tongue up and down, dipping into the tip, tasting the sticky fluid that was steadily leaking out.

He allowed Xander’s cock to fall out of his mouth, the other man crying out in disappointment. Spike dropped his mouth lower, lapping at the wrinkled skin that protected Xander’s most sensitive area. He drew one plump sphere into his mouth, rolling it around before biting gently at the skin.

Spike returned his attentions to his hardened length. He pulled his cheeks in tightly, hugging Xander’s cock in his mouth. Xander made sounds of satisfaction and encouragement, amazed at how Spike was making him feel.

Suddenly, he pulled in hard, drawing the blood filled member into his throat. Spike could feel how close Xander was, his cries thrilling Spike. Xander moaned and screamed as he came, shooting spurts of thick, warm come into Spike’s throat. Spike continued to swallow as he softened, cleaning all traces of Xander’s passion away.

Large hands reached down and tugged at him, urging him up. Spike released the soft member and climbed up Xander’s body, not pausing, seeking a kiss.

Xander could not believe Spike had just gotten him off. He examined his feelings for signs of disgust or fear, the lessons taught by his father still haunting him. He could find nothing but pleasure and satisfaction. Satisfaction that was only increasing as Spike continued to kiss him.

“You are an evil, nasty bloodsucker.” Xander smiled as Spike bumped at his head like a cat, moving Xander slightly to give him access to his throat.

“That I am, love.” Spike nibbled and licked Xander’s jugular, fangs dropping slightly. He pulled them back up and looked at Xander, aching to claim him completely. He watched as Xander’s eyes became a little more focused.

“I have never come that fast in my life.” Spike cut off the rest of Xander’s comments with a hard kiss. He thrust his engorged member against Xander, seeking friction. Xander reached one hand down, gently stroking the hardness that he found.

Spike thrust into his hand. “Harder.”

Xander spun them, placing himself on top of the ardent vampire. “Calm down, Spike. Give me a minute.”

Spike whimpered and continued rubbing himself in Xander’s hand. Xander moved down the bed to look at what he held.

He had never really looked at another man’s cock. He examined the flesh carefully, drawing his fingers down the many veins that littered the surface. He peeled back Spike’s foreskin, wondering at the extra flesh. He touched the moist tip of Spike’s erection, rubbing the fluid between his fingers.

He was scared.

Spike lay still, allowing Xander to explore without demanding more. He struggled with his demon. It wanted to grab the boy and take him, claim him. Spike held it in, reminding himself that Xander had already given himself to Spike. Xander was his, even if he wasn’t marked yet.

Xander tentatively licked the head of Spike’s cock, wondering if he would be able to do this. He remembered the revolting taste of semen, hot and burning, forced down his throat. He contemplated the flavor of the fluid in his mouth. It tasted sweet, a little salty…

It tasted like Spike.

Eagerly, he drew Spike’s cool member into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the loose skin around the head. Spike could no longer stay still and grabbed Xander under his arms, dragging him back up.

“Oh, pet, you don’t have to…” He stopped when he saw the fiery lust in Xander’s warm, brown eyes.

“You taste good.” Xander pulled out of Spike’s arms and dove back down, drawing Spike in little by little, experimenting to see how much he could take in.

Spike thrashed and moaned below him. One strong hand threaded through his hair and Xander stopped, tensing, abruptly reminded of days gone by. Spike immediately released the locks, pulling his hands up and into his own hair, tugging at the strands frantically.

Xander realized what Spike had done and smiled around the warming flesh in his mouth. He continued sucking and lapping at Spike’s cock, reveling in the taste of his lover. Spike moaned. “Gonna come…”

Xander slid his mouth to the base of Spike’s cock and sucked hard. He reached up with one hand and pinched a small, pink nipple. Spike groaned and cool semen flooded Xander’s mouth. He sat up and rolled the flavor around, pleased that he felt nothing but contentment in satisfying his lover. He swallowed and looked at Spike.

Spike’s eyes were wide. Xander’s blatant swallow caused his limp dick to jerk and try to rise. He groaned again and pulled Xander against him, kissing him hard, tasting himself in Xander’s mouth.

“Oh, pet, love…” Spike caught Xander’s lips, drawing in his tongue, drinking in their combined tastes.

Xander pulled back and smiled. “You know, you’re lucky. The last time I did that, the guy had to get stitches.”

Spike’s mouth dropped. “What?”

“Yep, I bit him, 25 stitches.” Xander grinned.

“You are kidding! You bit your da?” Spike looked at Xander, stunned.

Xander nodded and snorted, trying not to laugh out loud. He felt so good! Having Spike inside him, filling him had been incredible. He eyed Spike’s semi-hard cock and wondered how long he would have to wait to do it again.

Spike saw the expression on his lover’s face and smiled. Xander had won out over his memories and fears and he had done it all on his own. Spike reached out and grabbed Xander, pulling him back down and holding him close.

“Thank you, love.” Xander smiled against Spike’s neck and slipped into sleep.

THE TRIANGLE 16