A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with druffine and aset We were all worried about our friend, kerieane, and wanted to cheer her up. We started writing and ended up with a pretty good beginning for what might have made a really great longer fic. Only problem? It wasn't what we wanted. So, we kinda abandoned the poor thing. I found it tonight and finished it rather abruptly. I like how it ended. Yeah, it would make a fabulously smutty fic, but I like it this way.

Disclaimer: This all belongs to Joss, damn it!

Rating:??? Not bad, no nekkididity or anything, so sad...

Summary: A plane crash. Xander. Spike. A very pissy Angel.

Nightflight

by
Randy Sex Kitten, Druffine and Aset

It was dark in the plane, causing the passengers to panic even more when the pilot’s voice broke back through.

“It has been confirmed. A bomb has detonated on the plane. Everyone, please remain calm.”

Red lights began to flash and screams filled the stale, recycled air.

*****

“Whelp, I could hit you for that!” Spike’s annoyed voice filled the darkness.

Sticking out his tongue at the blond, Xander answered, “Do it! I’d love to see it!”

“You brought the bloody plane down, Harris!” Spike shifted into game face and roared at the brunette.

Xander blushed, looking down at his shoes and pretending not to notice the burning grassland that surrounded the pair. “How was I supposed to know that Coke explodes when it’s in the hold of an airplane?”

Spike growled under his breath and tried to ignore the brunette.

The pilot and co-pilot quickly worked with the flight attendants to put out the remains of the fire caused by the friction of the plane’s giant tires, and started gathering together the terrified passengers.

As the other passengers of the plane followed the pilot, Spike held Xander back, looking up at the lightening sky. “We have to find a place to hole up. It’s almost dawn.”

Xander nodded and the pair began to scan the landscape, seeing nothing but trees and field. Right on the edge of the horizon, Spike noticed what appeared to be a roof of some sort. He pointed and shoved Xander in that direction. “Move, Harris. It’s at least thirteen miles and we don’t have time to dawdle.”

As they began walking briskly, a voice behind them brought them both to a halt. “Fuck. I have to meet final death with the two people I least want to see.”

Spike turned slowly and looked into a face he had hoped never to see again. “Pouf.”

Xander snickered. “Yeah, the bottle did go poof!” The two vampires began to growl and Xander smacked Spike on the shoulder. “Fangless! Birds are singing, we need to go!” Xander wrapped one large hand around Spike’s wrist and began dragging the blond across the field away from Angel.

Angel looked at the impending sunrise and began to follow the swiftly moving pair. The trio reached the abandoned barn just as the sun broke over the horizon. Angel sniffed the air. “There’s something in here.”

Xander spun, looking around the barn. “Another passenger?”

“No, something bigger.” Angel’s nose curled.

Spike took a deep breath and began to cough. “A cow!”

Xander blanched. “A cow?”

Angel walked deeper into the barn. “No, three cows.”

“Fuck!”

Spike and Angel both looked over at Xander who was quivering and huddling against the wall.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you, Whelp?” Spike stalked over to the younger man.

“I..I’m sc..scared of cows!” Spike could barely make out the human’s quietly spoken words.

Angel on the other hand, heard the muttered words clearly and Xander drew back further against the wall as the elder vampire’s laughter filled the barn.

“Oh, for… Get up.” Spike dragged the taller man back up to his feet and contemplated the best way to get the boy to calm down. Xander’s blood was racing and Spike hadn’t eaten since before they had boarded the flight.

“Childe!” Angel’s laughter stopped suddenly as he sensed Spike’s hunger.

Spike looked over at his sire, frowning. “I’m not gonna bite ‘im! Gonna snog ‘im”

“Whoa!” Xander looked at the blond in shock. “What’s a snog? It’s not some kind weird vampire ritual or something is it?”

Spike smirked and leaned closer into Xander. Angel, catching the unmistakable scent of his childe’s arousal prowled closer. A dark glimmer filled Angel’s eyes and he felt Angelus’ desire to come out and play.

Catching his childe’s eye, Angel nodded and the two began to weave a web of seduction around the young, panting man. “A vampiric ritual is the perfect way to pass the time. And we have a lot of time to pass. The sun has just come up.”

Spike pulled Xander closer, understanding what his sire wanted to do. Angel crept up behind Xander. Spike slid into game face and dragged his tongue along the length of Xander’s jaw. Xander jumped back, inadvertently pressing himself against Angel.

The two vampires caught each other’s eye, leaned and each placed a loud, wet kiss on each side of Xander’s neck. Xander’s eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

“We killed him!”

“Don’t be an idiot, Spike. He passed out is all.” Angel slid down the barn wall and closed his eyes.

“Well, guess the cows won’t be bothering him now.” Spike pulled Xander into his lap and held the boy as the night faded into day…

The End

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