Five Times The Others Didn't Find Out...

Giles prowled around the shop, stopping every so often to listen: something was making knocking sounds somewhere in the shop, but he had yet to figure out what it was. He was about to step down into the basement when a customer recalled him to the counter. He rang up the sale with a smile, and a little discussion about the uses of newts eyes, and forgot about the noises for a while.

He was about to lock up a few nights later when he remembered that Xander had been stacking boxes in the basement. He opened the door and called out.

“Yeah?” Xander called from behind some shelves.

“I’ll be leaving soon: are you nearly finished?” Giles asked.

“Just about,” Xander replied, a little breathless from lifting, obviously.

“Very well,” Giles noted, and closed the basement door.

“Best hurry up, then,” Spike growled into Xander’s ear.

“Fuck,” Xander muttered, “that was close.” With that, he slammed into the vampire, rutting hard in his need to finish them both off. He took Spike’s mouth in a hard kiss to hopefully muffle both of them as they came hard, keening into the kiss. “One of these days, Spike,” Xander sighed, sated.