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For
a moment he wondered if he had the wrong house.
Throwing the door open, he checked the number, shaking his head at the
silliness of his actions. “Luv?” “Through
here Spike!” Following the sound of
Xander's voice, Spike walked through the small hallway into their living room,
a gasp escaping him as he took in the changes.
The fireplace had been decorated – pine cones on the mantelpiece,
scented candles scattered around the room.
A huge Christmas tree stood in the corner, black and red tinsel and
decorations making the branches bow slightly under their weight. At the top of the tree, causing a huge grin
to spread over his face, was what could only be described as a punk fairy. It
was wearing a black mesh top, leather look trousers and had spiked blond hair. Xander had decorated it and Spike could
clearly see fangs and drops of blood drawn on its face. Standing
in the middle of the room, Spike turned around to take it all in. The fire was burning brightly and Xander had
used pine logs because the smell was circulating through the room, evoking feelings
of warmth and happiness in Spike's heart.
He remembered telling Xander about some of the Christmases he had had
when he was human – about how the simple things reminded him of happier times –
and Xander had obviously taken everything he had said to heart. There wasn't a single expensive decoration in
the room – some were obviously home-made, others he recognised as having
belonged to Joyce back in Sunnydale.
That had been a sad day – clearing out the house during the period when
Buffy was dead – but he remembered seeing the boxes of Christmas decorations
that Xander had said he would give a home to.
Quiet
hymns were playing on the stereo in the corner which threw Spike for a loop –
how the hell had the boy managed that? “Happy
Christmas Spike.” He turned and there
stood Xander, dressed in jeans and a bright green and red Christmas jumper, a
Santa hat resting jauntily on his head, slightly obscuring his eye patch. “What
the - “ “I
wanted our first Christmas to be special – there's turkey with stuffing,
Brussels sprouts, roast potatoes and gravy.
And I got Giles to send me a
Christmas pudding with some brandy that we can set alight when we're ready to
eat it.” “Xander
- “ “Please? I want to make this special – for both of
us.” “K,
Pet, okay.” Stepping forward, Spike
pressed his lips gently to Xander's, not for the first time asking himself how
he got so lucky as to fall in love and be loved by the Scoobie's White Knight. The
meal was amazingly awful. The turkey was
dry, the roast potatoes had gone cold, the Brussels sprouts were like bullets
and the gravy was so lumpy it was necessary to chew it. But it didn't matter. After eating, or pretending to, they sat on
the comfy leather sofa and Spike laughed as Xander shared another story of his
less than stellar romantic history before Buffy came to town, complete with a
toilet swirly courtesy of Larry in the locker rooms when it transpired that the
jock was in love with the same girl as Xander.
“God,
that's awful Pet! Sounds like it was pure luck you ever managed to get laid.” “Luck
had nothing to do with it – the Xan-man made up for lack of quantity with
quality my dear vampire!” “Yeah??
Oh yeah, I heard from Faith that you and she - “ Spike made the universal
gesture for sex, circling one finger and poking another one back and forth
through it. “
- she and I did it once. She showed me
round her curves but to be honest I was more like a human sized dildo!” “Ouch,
Pet, not the best introduction to sex.” “Better
her than a psychotic vampire seeress but let's not compare!” “OI! Dru was never psychotic! An' who says she was
me introduction to sex?!” “Oh
please!! I've met William, remember?? When you first got the soul – William was
a gentleman, no way he got his end over before Dru.” “The
words you're lookin for, pet, are got his leg over!! If you're gonna take the
piss, learn the language!” “Still
got more experience than you have!” Sticking his tongue out, Xander laughed in
Spike's face. “Cheeky
bugger!” Leaning over, Spike sucked
Xander's tongue into his mouth, wrapping his arms around the man as he shoved
him backwards onto the sofa. “You're a
daft pillock, anyone ever tell ya that?!” “My
British lover tells me so all the time.” Xander answered, wrapping arms and
legs around Spike and holding on tight. “Ahhh,
so you found someone to put up with ya, did ya?
After your many experiences?” “Yes,
I did. And in typical fashion, I ended
up with the strangest demon of all. Not
the normal kinda demon for me – I did a Slayer and a vengeance demon but ended
up finding true love with a vampire with a soul. Nope, nothing ordinary for
me.” “An'
does he love you – this souled vampire?”
Reaching up for a kiss, Xander looked Spike directly in the eye. “He
loves me more and better than anyone I have ever known. And I love him more than that.” “Truly?” “Truly.” For a time, the silence in the room was
broken only by the crackling of the fire, the soft rustle of clothes being
removed and tossed aside, moans and sighs as bodies settled alongside each
other. “S'take
it to the floor luv.” Spike murmured, leaning back to stroke his hands down
Xander's torso, admiring the broad tanned chest, the curve of belly, down to
the straining head of Xander's cock pushing itself into his hand. Stroking it lightly, Spike smiled as it
greeted his hands with a tear of pre-cum, the moans coming from Xander telling
him more clearly than words how affected his lover was by his touch. Slipping
down onto the floor, he moved swiftly to put Xander beneath him, cradling his
head gently as he took the warmth of his mouth once more. Hands moved over memorised flesh, tweaking
peaked brown nipples before sliding down to cup hips that were made for his
hands. Strong thighs wrapped around his
waist as Xander welcomed him between his legs, a hold he couldn't break even if
he wanted to keeping him close. Cupping
Xander's face, he kissed him deeply, tongue sliding between welcoming lips to
dance and play within. At the same time,
he slipped his hand down Xander's body to the upturned ass, squeezing each
cheek gently before stroking around the puckered entrance. “All
ready for me then, Pet?” “Oh
yeah..... didn't want to waste time when we got to the main course. Of course, if you'd rather I – fuck
Spike!” Head thrown back, Xander gasped
for air as he adjusted to Spike's sudden forceful entry. Leaning back, Spike waited, giving Xander the
chance to adjust as he revelled in the tight warmth rippling along the length
of his enclosed cock. His
eyes travelled down the length of the beauty laid before him : strong throat,
arched back as Xander fought for breath; strong, broad chest heaving with
effort, sweat sliding down into the well of his belly button; heavy, pulsing
cock, leaking against his stomach, making Spike's mouth water with desire;
strong thighs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight, holding him where
he adored being held. And suddenly, he couldn't wait any longer – wanted, needed to move, to take. “Now
luv?!” His voice was strained, the
effort to stay still and let Xander adjust showing in the tight grip he
maintained on the other man's hips.
Xander took another deep breath, then tilted his head up to look at
Spike. It was times like this – when
Xander removed the patch and let Spike see him completely and utterly as he was
– that the love swelled within him, so deep and so strong, it almost made his
heart start beating again. “Now,
baby, please now!” Sharp but tender, strong but gentle, rough but not hurting –
the movement of Spike's hips evidence of much practice, knowing exactly how to
move. How to drag the growls from
Xander's throat then make them turn into whimpers; to make him hold onto Spike
with arms and legs, tugging him in tight, trying to crawl under his skin; the
swivel of hips that made Xander's arms and legs fly apart as he arched up onto
his shoulders to force Spike deeper.
Times when Spike felt that he was in Xander so deep, he would never find
his way out again and ecstatic to be there – never wanting to let go. But
the pressure would build, the groans would become guttural – deep cries for
mercy, for an end, for whatever it would take to make his brain implode and his
bones melt as he came for his Spike. And
as he felt the warmth splatter against his stomach and chest, the tight clench
of Xander's muscles around him as he sank in in in, Spike felt his soul leave
his body and join with Xander's til they danced and sang and flew back to
earth. “Did
you know you get very poetic when you're in my ass?” “Never
one to let a bit o'romance spoil the moment, eh Pet?!” Smirking, Spike slid free, rolling and
adjusting until he and Xander were snuggled together in front of the
fire-place. Xander laughed, pulling
Spike's arm over his waist and gripping his hand. “So – gonna explain all this then?” “What
– this?! Well, when two guys really really have the hots for each other - “ “OI!
You know what I mean. All this – fire,
decorations, tree.” “Oh
that. Well, when you first came out of
the amulet you were stuck – couldn't leave the building, had to put up with
Deadboy in all his broody glory. So you
missed Christmas. And I know everyone's
expecting us to visit them this year for a bit of a reunion. But I wanted you to have a real
Christmas. One with just me and
you. You know?” Swallowing
the lump in his throat, Spike smiled and dipped his head so that he could
nuzzle into the back of Xander's neck, inhale the aroma that was a mixture of
him and Xander combined, forever. “Yeah,
Pet, I know. Never thought I'd be saying
this, but Happy Christmas Pet. Love
you.” “Love
you too.” Reaching back with one hand,
Xander stroked a sharp cheekbone. “I
must love you – who else would be willing to wear a heavy jumper and be
lighting a fire in the middle of June?!” “Only you, Xander, only you!”
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