A blur, coming from nowhere, pinned Xander against the crypt. Spike's fingers brushed over lips in a shushing motion. "Rule One: don't get caught."

"Gonna be quiet for me?" he added, waiting for Xander's nod before pulling his fingers back.

"What's Rule Two?" The whispered question was quiet enough; no punishment necessary. Not yet.

Grabbing with both hands, Spike tore Xander's t-shirt. "Hey ow," Xander complained.

The fingers returned, shushing the lad again. "Rule Two." Pushing the shirt aside, Spike said, "If you're caught, scream."

As Spike twisted his nipple, Xander let out a yelp.

"That'll do for a start."