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Chapter 7 - Christmas Eve
Xander opened his eyes and stretched. Snuggling back up beneath the heavy covers he turned to face Spike.
“Mornin’, luv.”
Xander jumped slightly.
“Hey. I didn’t realise you were awake.”
“Sorry, pet. Didn’t mean to startle you. Want anything?”
“Just you.”
Spike smiled and held his arms open, soon receiving a wiggling Xander.
“Mmm, you’re all warm, luv. I’m tempted to keep you in my bed. My hot water Xander.”
Xander chuckled and snuggled closer into Spike’s embrace. He felt so safe and so content, which was surprising considering who he was cuddling with. But Spike had shown such a different side to himself. He had shown himself to be a better friend than anyone else in his life.
Xander tilted his head up and invited Spike in for a kiss.
Spike bent his head down and feathered his lips over Xander’s before slipping his tongue inside and gently lapping.
Xander moaned into the kiss and felt himself grow hard against Spike’s hip. He pushed his tongue into Spike’s mouth and pressed his hardening cock against Spike in a gesture that was almost demanding.
Spike trailed one cool hand over Xander’s body, touching and feeling every part that he could reach. He hesitated when he reached Xander’s stomach, still unsure if he could go further. Xander answered his silent question by pulling Spike’s hand lower and wrapping his own hand around Spike’s leaking cock.
“Please,” he whispered into Spike’s mouth.
Spike deepened the kiss and started to slowly stroke Xander to full hardness.
Xander broke the kiss and moaned loudly, tipping his head back for Spike to use as needed. It was only a matter of seconds before Spike lavished his throat with impassioned kisses, his tongue sliding over Xander’s warm flesh and his mouth sucking and tasting Xander’s essence.
“Gods, Spike. Please.”
Xander fisted Spike’s cock faster, setting a much more rapid pace. Spike was glad. He’d had the horn for nearly a week, lying next to Xander every night and just wanting to feel his cock in his hand, feel his breath panting and blowing over his skin and hear the boy moan and plead for him. He was not going to last long.
“Xan, so good, baby…”
The pace quickened, each man fisting the other, desperately seeking fulfillment. Spike felt Xander cling tighter to him, his body readying for release.
“Come for me, Xan. Come for me, baby. Need you so much.”
“Gods, need you too, Spike. Want you. Need you. Come for me too.”
Spike stroked harder and faster, his hands now slipping easily over Xander’s pre-come soaked cock. His body tensed and together they cried out their releases.
Xander released Spike’s softening member and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Spike…that was…”
Spike waited a short while for the end of the sentence. When he realised that it wasn’t forthcoming, he joined Xander in a happy contented sleep.
**
Spike opened his eyes and stretched. Snuggling back up beneath the covers he turned to face Xander. He wasn’t there.
Although the normal part of Spike’s brain told him that Xander was probably upstairs watching TV, his over-dramatic demon side was telling him to panic. Waking up with no Xander just didn’t feel right. He leapt out of bed and charged up the ladder. He got about halfway up before the smell hit him.
A fry up.
He sprung up the ladder and landed with bounce in front of Xander, who had been coming to serve him breakfast in bed.
“AH! Geez, could you make some noise when you’re coming?”
Xander realised what he had said and he ducked his head, blushing furiously.
“Sorry ‘bout that. That for me?” Spike asked, unable to repress a smile.
“Yeah, I was going down with it…just take the damn food.”
Xander blushed some more and Spike hugged him and kissed his temple, laughing as he took his plate and headed towards the couch.
Xander collected his plate and sat next to him.
“Is the bacon that good?” he asked, referring to the huge smile on Spike’s face.
“It’s good because you made it. I can’t believe you’re going to be with me every day. That I can get bacon cooked this good everyday. Just can’t believe it.”
Xander leant over and kissed his lover.
“You better believe it, blondie. You also better believe that I won’t be cooking you bacon everyday.”
Spike shrugged, “We’ll see,” he said with a wink.
“So, what are we doing today?”
Spike thought quickly. He really needed to get Xander out of the way again, just for an hour or so. He needed to talk to Joyce, he had kind of left her in charge of something. But what with the sudden panic yesterday, he’d had to run out on her without explaining everything. He also wanted to talk to Buffy. Explain a few things to her and hopefully make life for Xander a little easier.
“Well, pet. I thought we’d pop into town. Get a few last minute bits and pieces, err, then I need to, err…”
“Yeah…I need to…um…do something…uh…”
“Yeah…we could, I mean you could…then I could.”
“Yeah, sounds good. That’s settled then.”
They both sat quietly eating, each knowing that the other was up to something. Oh well, it was Christmas. A time for sneaking, hiding things and secrecy. It was what the holiday season was all about.
**
Spike and Xander walked happily down the street together. Xander carried the shopping bags while Spike finished off his bag of roasted chestnuts.
“Sure you don’t want another one, Xan? Fucking gorgeous!”
Xander chuckled, “No, you finish them; I’ve got some Swedish fish to polish off when I get in.”
Spike popped another chestnut in his mouth and crunched. “Well, if you’re sure. These are fucking gorgeous!” He threw another chestnut into his mouth and leaned in to give Xander a kiss. “Cheers, Xan. These are fucking gorgeous. Should have let me buy them, though. I know you ain’t got much money.”
“Spike, you wouldn’t have bought them just for you. You only ever buy stuff for me. It was my turn to do something nice. And you’re welcome.”
They stopped in front of the colourful crypt and Spike helped Xander to carry the bags inside.
“Right. Now I know you’re safe here, I’ll just shoot off and do what I need to do. Won’t be long and you ain’t going anywhere, are you?”
“Nope.”
“So I won’t have to worry?”
“Nope. I’ll be right here. Hand on heart. Not going anywhere.”
“And you’re not up to anything, pet?”
“Nope.”
“Hand on heart?”
“Nope.”
“Good. See you in a few.”
Spike got about a hundred yards from his crypt before he realised.
“Hang on…”
**
Xander put away the fresh supplies they had bought. Bread, milk, eggs, bacon. When it was all packed away he started his project.
Chocolate Yule Log.
He’d gone to the local store last night after his visit to his parent’s house and had bumped into Meg. He’d known her since he was a child. Meg was a friend of his Gran’s. The times that he’d been allowed to visit his Gran, Meg had often been there. She used to bake cookies and candies for him and take them to his Gran’s just in case he should visit.
Xander had been wandering down the aisle, completely lost, when he'd backed into the old lady’s wheelchair. One thing led to another and, before he knew it, Meg was helping him pick out ingredients for a chocolate Yule Log. She’d even written down the recipe for him after a promise that he would visit her in the New Year. A promise that Xander was more than happy to keep. He was positive that Spike would love her. Meg was a little crazy, always had been and she had a wicked sense of humor. Plus, she was old, right? Spike was old. See? Plenty in common.
Right. ChocolateYule Log. Xander stared at the ingredients all laid out. Oh gods.
**
“Right, so you sure that’s ok?”
“Of course it is. I told you yesterday, I want to help out.”
“Cheers, Joyce. He’s gonna love it, yeah?” Spike asked, a little uncertain.
“How could he not?”
Spike nodded. “Can't wait to see his face.”
Joyce smiled. Xander certainly was in for a surprise.
Spike cleared his throat and put on his casual voice. It wasn’t much different to his normal voice, but he gave it a shot anyway.
“Buffy not here, then?”
“No, she went out with Willow. I think they went to the movies.”
“And you didn’t go with them?”
“I didn’t get invited.”
“Oh.”
“Sometimes, I think I know how Xander feels.”
Spike’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t mentioned to Joyce how Xander was feeling and he was amazed that someone else had picked up on it. Well, if anyone else was going to notice Xander’s plight, then it would be Joyce. She was a wonderful woman and a wonderful mother. Just the sort of mother that Spike wished Xander had.
“Listen, when you drop round tomorrow with the stuff, do you…will you…you wanna stay a while? We got plenty of food ‘n stuff. I know Xander would like it. Course, I guess you got things going on here. It was a silly suggestion…”
“Spike, I’d love to. And let me talk to the girls when they get back. Maybe they would like to come round too? If that is okay with you.”
“Well, it would make Xan happy, so yeah, that’s fine with me…You’ll be lucky if get them to come, though. They don’t give a flying dog’s turd about Xander.”
“Spike, I don’t think that’s true. Sometimes they just get wrapped up in themselves, they don’t notice others around them. And you know what Xander is like. He won’t ask for attention. Not in a million years. And he keeps everything to himself, he’ll never say if he’s upset. He won’t ask for help. So when you combine that with the blind-sight that everyone else has developed…”
“Yeah, I see where you’re going with this.”
“But don’t worry, Spike. I’m going to give them a good talking to, including Rupert. Now, you’d better get going, or Xander’s going to start wondering.”
Spike glanced at his watch and agreed. “Yeah, best had. Although I reckon he wanted me out the way tonight. Hope he has finished whatever he was up to.”
Joyce and Spike exchanged pecks on the cheek and Spike left through the back door. He wondered with a grin what Joyce’s “talking to” was going to be like.
**
Spike made plenty of noise as he approached the crypt, making sure to give Xander ample warning that he was on his way. He had a sneaking suspicion that Xander was planning a surprise.
He opened the crypt door slowly, allowing it to emit the most powerful squeak possible.
“Xan…”
That was when the smell hit him. Sweet, hot chocolaty goodness.
“Surprise!”
That was when the mess hit him.
“Xan, pet? What you been up to?” He couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little. It looked like a chocolate bomb had gone off and Xander had been caught in the blast.
“Um, I made you something…I kinda made a mess, though. I *will* clean it. I promise.”
Spike closed the crypt door and closely inspected his chocolate covered lover.
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll help you clean the kitchen if you let me clean you.”
“Um, okay. How are you going to clean me?”
“Like…this,” Spike said, between licks to Xander’s neck.
“Mmmm, ‘kay…no! Wait! Damn vamp, distracting me. I wanna show you what I made.”
Spike took Xander’s hand. “Lead the way, pet. Show me what you did.”
Spike had to admit, he really didn’t know what to expect. Something with chocolate icing, that much was obvious. But what culinary monstrosity was waiting for him, he did not know. Whatever it was, he would eat it, just because Xander had made it for him.
“Daa, Daaaaaa! I’m actually quite proud of it. Turned out better than I thought.”
Spike stared with an open mouth.
“It’s a…It’s a…a…”
“Chocolate Yule Log!” Xander finished.
“It’s…it’s…”
“Does it look okay? Does it look right, like it should?”
“Xan, pet, it looks perfect. Just like sommit from Marks & Spencers. You did this? All by yourself?”
“Yup, just little ol’ me…and a damn good recipe.”
Spike grinned; he couldn’t believe that someone would go to such trouble for him. He felt special.
“It’s wonderful, Xan. Thank you.”
“Oh no, don’t thank me yet. You’d better try it first.”
Spike grinned again, an idea forming in his head. He picked up the whole plate and quickly headed towards the ladder.
“C’mon then, luv. Wanna go enjoy you and the chocolate log in comfort.”
“’kay. Shall I get plates ‘n stuff?”
“Just the stuff. Forget the plates. You’re my plate.”
Xander moved faster than he ever had in his life.
**
Xander lay in arms of his lover. He’d just experienced one of the most bizarre, yet enjoyable evenings of his young life. The things you could do with chocolate Yule log. Thank the gods it was tasty. Very tasty. Spike had agreed.
Xander adjusted his head on Spike’s chest and listened to the low rumbling purr that came from the sated vampire. This had turned out to be a great Christmas. Okay, so technically it wasn’t Christmas yet. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what happened tomorrow. He had everything he ever wanted right here. How could it possibly get any better?
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