Xander stirred from his post-orgasmic haze and wrapped his arms more tightly around the cool body beside him. He burrowed his nose into the soft down at the nape of Spike's neck. Sliding one hand down Spike's washboard abs, Xander's fingers drifted lower through the coarse curls to stroke the vampire's stirring erection.

"Hey, it's not stirring," Xander said, frowning.

"I'm not a bloody machine." Spike removed the hand from his sensitive flesh. "It doesn't run on hydraulics."

"But vampires are supposed to be sex gods, able to go all night without resting."

"Don't believe everything Angel told you, pet."

~end~