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A story set in the Holiday!verse
Rating : Adult |
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'Tis The Season
by
BmblBee
Part One
"Yeah, right there. Fuck that's good. Harder, Spike, harder"
"God, Love, you're so tight. Can't ever get enough."
"Jesus, Spike everytime you hit that spot I still hear bells ring"
"That's the phone, you idiot."
"Nice, Spike. Nice way to talk when you're........Oh yeah, just like that."
"Come on Xan. Come with me Love. Ugh."
"Easy! Don't pull so hard! Shit, let me do it. AHHHH."
Kissing Xander lovingly on the back, Spike pulled out slowly, and laid down behind him. Rolling over, Xander snuggled up close, kissing his vampire on the tip of the nose.
"Damn, I could go to sleep right here." Xander yawned and curled up into a ball.
"Better not, Love. Last time the neighbors found us out here it nearly got us evicted. Grab your pants and let's get inside."
Snickering, Xander felt around for his pants and shirt "Yeah, good times. I still didn't think it warranted old Mr.Miller allowing his poodle to lift his leg on you like that." Climbing to his feet, Spike reached down a hand to help pull Xander up. "Fuckin' little fur ball. Not like he isn't a bigger nuisance shitting all over the yard and all."
Finally giving up on locating the other sock, Xander followed Spike into their apartment heading straight for the kitchen. "Something about shrubbery sex always makes me hungry as fuck."
"Well, Love, if it's fuck you're hungry for.." Spike circled his arms around Xander from behind and began rubbing an almost hard cock against the human's ass.
Humping back, Xander leaned forward on the counter. "I'm always hungry for...HEY! Didn't you say the phone was ringing?
I'll bet it was the council. I'll bet they have a mission for us. HOT DAMN! And you said they wouldn't trust us again after what
happened in Paris at the top of the Eiffel Tower."
Spike's eyes glazed over at the memories that flooded through him. Swaying back, Xander slipped out from under him and ran to the livingroom to find his discarded pants. Riffling through the pockets, he located the phone. Checking the caller I.D. his eyes lit up.
"Yup. It's from Giles. See I told you. I just knew sooner or later they would get desperate enough to call us." Quickly pushing redial, Xander paced and tapped his hand on his bare thigh nervously.
Coming from the kitchen with a mug of blood, Spike flopped down on the couch to wait. He really didn't think it was another assignment. After all, Xander had apparently forgotten about the trip the Council had sent them on to Scotland. It should have been a quick in and out.
He just could have sworn that was Nessie he saw, and to be honest, the local economy hadn't suffered all that much when they pulled his - ahem - lifeless body from the loch, then lost said body a few hours later. If that's what they consider a scandal, well he was doing them a favor by livening things up a bit.
"No, no, I promise. No screw ups. Yes, I'm sure we can handle it. Willow, please stop crying, I'm sorry about the pyramid incident, but really, Egypt was not a good place for us. Spike suffers from mummy phobia." The last few words said quietly with his hand cupped over the receiver.
Glancing over at Spike who just rolled his eyes. "Vampire hearing, Love."
Xander stuck his tongue out and resumed his phone call cheerfully. "But honestly, Wil. No sweat. We can do that easy. Love ya. Bye."
Flopping (literally) down beside Spike, Xander waited to be asked. Finally, out of boredom, Spike relented. "So. Giles, Red and the Council decided to give us another assignment huh?"
"Sure did." Xander had that extra twinkle in his eye that always got Spike's
motor running. Actually, everything got Spike's motor revved, but an excited Xander was just icing on the cake.
"So, spill. Where are they sending us? Morocco for a T'ript demon uprising? It is December, maybe Mt. Ararat for the discovery of the ark? Oh, the tv news was talking about a volcano eruption on some south Pacific island. Are we headed for a cleanup of over cooked natives?" Spike was sucking his teeth and clapping his hands.
Smacking Spike on the arm, Xander frowned "Well that's just gross and unfair. What the hell would I eat?" Then snapping back to his over eager puppy persona, Xander gave him the good news. "This is the best one ever! We're going to the North Pole to help Santa load his sleigh!"
Total silence.
Spike was tettering back and forth between "Oh, hell no!" and "What the fuck!"
Unable to settle on which one to use first, gave Xander time to continue. "Willow says the elves are under some kind of an evil spell by a warlock trying to stop Christmas. Can you imagine anything meaner than that? Anyway, all we have to do is fly up there, help load the sleigh, and fly back. We can do this, Spike. I promised Willow there would be no screw ups this time.
The Council was willing to forget what happened at the zoo last month and give us one more chance. This is important, Spike. Christmas is important."
Knowing what the holiday was like for his human, Spike scooped him up in his arms. "I know this means a lot to you, Xan, but isn't that like up at the North Pole where it's colder than a witch's tit? I hate the cold, Xan. That's why I like your nice warm ass so much." Spike began rubbing, leering, and slowly pushing Xander back flat on the couch.
Allowing himself to be manhandled , er, vamphandled and positioned, Xander continued "I really want to do this Spike. Think of all those - yeah, right there - kids. And think of Santa. All those years of - no, no, lift the other leg higher - giving to the world unselfishly. God, yes, that's so fuckin' good. Come on Santa, give it to me. Harder, Santa, harder. Rock those fuckin' jingle balls. UG!"
Collapsing onto Xander's limp, spent body, Spike peeked up. "We're going to the North Pole aren't we?"
Xander looked back with his biggest grin. "Hell,yeah! We're gonna ship those toys! Let's go clean up and find some mittens."
Xander jumped from the couch and ran for the shower. Groaning, Spike followed. He really wanted this to go well for
Xander, but to be honest.......
Part Two
They had been standing outside for about fifteen minutes. Still waiting.
"Are you sure she said they were sending transport, Love?" Spike readjusted his coonskin cap and tightened the ties
on his mukluks.
Xander pulled a second pair of socks on his hands then refitted his mittens over top. "I'm positive. She just said get ready and wait right here."
"Not doubting or anything, I just hate standing out here. Might give the neighbors something to talk about." Locking eyes for a minute, both men burst out laughing.
Wiping the tears from his face, Spike looked up, stunned. "Uh, Xan." Spike stared over Xander's shoulder, eyes getting
bigger by the second.
"You know Wills is reliable. If she said wait, we should just...."
"Xan!" Pointing wildly, Spike spun Xander around to see what was coming up behind him. Tugging him close, they both screamed as the whirlwind of snow and swirling ice hit and sucked them up.
"What was it Ethel?" The old man ask from his easy chair in front of the television.
"Nothing, Dear. Just those two boys from the downstairs apartment." The old woman who had watched the whole scene play out, closed the curtain and joined her husband on the couch to watch the latest rerun of Perry Mason.
"EURP! Wow look there, Spike. Puke freezes before it hits the ground." Puffing out unnecessary clouds of steam breath, Spike hopped around slapping his arms around himself.
"Fuckin' vampires freeze in this weather too, ya know. What the hell were they thinking, spinning us here like that. Fuckin' inconsiderate it was! I'm telling you it was payback for that time they sent us to South America! I'll bet if you shit yourself in that God damn vortex, it woulda froze too!"
Shifting from side to side, Xander had an unusually scrunched twitch to his face and nose. "Um, the answer would be yes. It does freeze." Pointing to the small cozy house a few yards ahead, Xander started waddling forward. "Hurry up. Looks warm and cozy. Hope they got clean pants."
Snickering, Spike stopped breathing - vampire advantage - and hurried after him.
"Ho Ho Ho. Welcome. Come in. You must be the helpers the Council promised to send." The man in the doorway had a jiggly belly, pink cheeks, and a flowing white beard. Xander was beside himself.
They were being welcomed by Santa himself.
Spike wasn't sure if the words were Santa's standard welcome or if he knew it was necessary to admit the vampire, but either way, he was enormously glad to be out of the cold and get his human in where it was warm and they could thaw out.
Unfortunately, everything started to thaw. Crinkling his nose, Santa took a step back. Ducking his head, Xander apologized, more than slightly embarrassed, "Really sorry about that, Santa, see this swirling, sucking...."
"Ho Ho Ho, no need to explain." Santa smiled and pointed to a back room. "Elves have a locker room back there, help yourself. I'm sure you can find something that will fit. In the mean time I will get your friend here started."
Leading Spike to another large room, it suddenly occurred to him that walking up to the workshop from the outside the building looked to be no more that one room approximately 20' X 20'.
Now that they were inside it was huge.
Just as Spike was trying to cypher how the fuck that worked, Santa took him by the arm and showed him the work shop.
Several rooms of toys, storage, shipping, and what appeared to be living quarters filled the building. It was larger than any warehouse Spike had ever been miserable in. But that was a time before he and Xander finally gave into their long fought passion and moved in together.
Walking around he saw toys of every type. Bikes, trikes, balls and dolls. With the fire crackling in the fireplace and the bright cheerful colors of all the joyful promising gifts, Spike had to admit, even for a demon, it was heavenly.
Totally caught up in the sights surounding him, Spike was surprised when Xander approached and tapped him on the shoulder.
Turning around, Spike was speechless. There stood Xander dressed from head to toe in total elf suit. From the top of his pointy green hat to the tips of his curled up, bell capped toes. Spike was instantly hard as a rock.
"Holy shit" snicker "Jesus, Xan! That is hot! Please, please, let me fuck you in that suit." Spike was now sniffing and licking Xander's neck. Both hands were busy jingling the bells on various parts of Xander's suit.
Noticing the shocked look on Santa's face, Xander jumped back. "Stop it, Spike! This is a sacred place that is not to be
sullied by your perversions! Sorry Santa. Please, tell us what we can do to help."
As soon as Santa turned to show them the way to the line, Xander leaned over and winked. "Later"
Spike nodded frantically and they ran to catch up.
Regaining his composure, Santa again plastered his best smile on his rosy cheeks. "All of the toys are made, built lovingly all year long, we just need them organized and packed onto the sleigh. The elves had just gotten started when the evil spell hit them.It's really very simple. As I explained to the Council, even a moron could do it. They promised me you two could handle the job."
Both frowning, Spike and Xander looked at each other. Neither was able to come up with a reason to be insulted, so they simply shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, Santa, we can do that. No sweat. Can't we, Spike?"
Standing with two small bags in his hands and a humongous room full of all types of toys, Spike had his doubts. "Sure, well, um, actually Santa....."
"Ho Ho Ho. I knew I could count on you boys. Hurry up now. Time is short. I'll be in my office checking over my naughty and nice list. Ho Ho Ho"
Watching him go, Spike threw down the bags. "That ho ho shit is getting old really fast."
"Come on, Spike. Let's get started. I really want to do a good job. Hey, I wonder which list our names are on." Spike didn't have the heart to give him an honest answer.
Xander had picked up the bags and started walking toward the stacks of dolls. Each step he took caused the bells on his hat and shoes to jingle. It was maddening.
Lunging at him, Spike frantically tugged at the trousers of his little green suit. Xander frantically tried to slap his hands away. It was a task made almost impossible by the fact that he was now hard as a rock and desperately needed to be free of the restriction of the pants. Elves apparently did not get hard ons.
Before any other arguments could be voiced, Spike swallowed him to the root. "Oh, God yes!' Xander gave up the fight. No one in their right mind would refuse the experience and expertise of Spike's talented tongue.
Intermittent sucking and grunting was interspersed with Spike jerking and fumbling. Finally rolling his eyeballs back into place, Xander looked down to see what the fuck was going on.
That's when he realized that in anticipation of the cold weather, Spike was wearing not only two pairs of pants, but underwear as well. Grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and pushing Spike's forehead away with the other he growled. "Get em off!"
It took less than a minute.
Spike was up, the pants were down and he dropped back to his knees. Now they had a good rhythm going. Suck, stroke, moan, groan. Finally when Xander knew he couldn't hold off any longer, he jingled the bell on his hat, and like Pavlov's dog, Spike came onto the workshop floor as well as Xander's shoes.
Xander shot his load down Spike's throat just as the office door flew open. "What the fuck is going on in here!?"
Spike looked up and smiled. "At least he didn't say Ho, Ho, Ho"
Part Three
While rearranging his clothes, Spike briefly considered apologizing, but with all the groveling Xander was doing, it seemed sort of pointless.
"Really, we promise, Santa, if you give us another chance we will get right to work. No more screwing around. Right Spike?"
"Well, we never actually got to the screwing part....OUCH! Fine, right. Back to work."
Grumbling, Santa returned to his office and slammed the door. "Whew. That was close. Let's start with the dolls. Shouldn't take too long. There is only like, what, two million?" Xander planted his feet in front of what must be a mile long aisle of plastic humans.
"Hey, Xan, who is this?" Spike was waving a shapely model doll that he had stripped and stuck tassels on the tips of its pointy, perky, breasts.
Hands on his hips, Xander knew he should be mad. Sort of proxy offended since his friend was not here. "That does NOT look like Buffy! Well, maybe a little. Oh, o.k. who is this?" Holding up a caveman figure both snickered.
"Yeah, Pet, that's his broodyness. Toss 'em here."
Catching it easily, Spike turned his back to prevent Xander from watching. Finally spinning back he threw them to Xander.
Holding them up, he let out a whoop of laughter as he saw that Spike had super glued the caveman's mouth to the stripper Buffy's crotch.
"HEY!" The voice boomed from Santa's office.
"Fuckin' fat slave driver."
"Shhhhhh. Damn Spike, he might hear you."
Opening his tiny bag, Xander began shoving dolls into it. Amazingly, the more you put in, the more it stretched. "Wow. You can stuff anything in here, no matter how big."
Spike preened and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. "Maybe ought to take one home for a condom."
"Pfttt. Come on. Quit joking. Time to get serious" Xander was rapidly clearing the shelves, stuffing dolls of every size, shape
and color into the endlessly expanding sack.
Deciding that was a challenge that could not be passed up, Spike took one of the bags and slipped behind the rack of trucks.
"AHA!"
Turning around, Xander spotted Spike standing by the Hummers with nothing on except one of Santa's toy bags tied around his cock. "Told ya it would fit." Spike looked down proudly.
Xander had to admit it was an unusual concept. Scratching his head he squatted down in front of Spike's cock.
"Nothing else in there? I mean just your cock, right? Sure is an interesting fit."
Xander leaned first one way then the other. "It sort of molded itself to the shape of your dick. Even covered your balls."
Reaching out, Xander could clearly feel that the bag was so thin that he could touch the outline of each vein. "Damn, that is even snugger than a rubber. Look how it expands as your cock gets bigger."
Fascinated with the feel, Xander ran his hands up, down, and all around the sheath. Moaning, Spike rocked, humping Xander's hand. Sliding his fingers up to the head, Xander could feel the foreskin moving back and forth with his massage.
The sack was so snug, Xander felt the bundle of nerves just under the head. Pressing it, he formed a tighter fist with his hand and watched Spike's face as he humped and moved. The tip of the toy bag was wet with pre come. Spike rocked faster as Xander stroked harder. Finally jerking erratically, Spike came into the sack.
Taking a minute to recover, Xander peeled it off and peeked inside. "What do you think we should do with it?"
Shrugging, Spike pulled his clothes back on "Fill it with balls. Seems appropriate."
"How you boys doing?"
Xander jumped and hid the offending bag behind his back. "Just great, Santa Look, we got all the dolls done."
Xander pointed to a huge over stuffed bag with tangled, wild haired babies overflowing. Santa eyed the pack wondering why
the Barbie on the top seemed to have a caveman stuck to it.
"Yes, well, you are going to have to pick up the pace a bit if we are to make this trip on time. Everything has to be packed and loaded onto the sleigh before midnight. As soon as you're finished here go out to the barn and bring the reindeer around to the front. Short on time, boys." Santa clapped his hands and retreated.
Irritated at being clapped at, Xander stared at Santa's back, fists balled up at his sides.
"Hey, Xan, ever fuck a reindeer?"
"NO! No way, Spike. Were are not fucking the reindeer. Do you know how fuckin' cold it must be out in that barn?"
Thinking it over, Spike decided Xander was probably right. Besides, this whole gig had lost it's appeal, if it ever had any. He just wanted to finish up and get back home where it was warm. He wanted his own bed, shower, and human.
"Fine. Let's do this." Like a whirlwind, Spike began shoving toys of every kind into the bags. Not wanting to be out done, Xander took his own sack and started snatching model cars, trucks, and all sorts of toy vehicles, and jammed them inside.
They were making excellent time. Nothing could stop them now.
"Reach for the stars, Pardoner." Whirling around, Xander's eyebrows met his hairline as he watched Spike aim the toy cap gun in his direction. Pulling the trigger, Spike grinned, his tongue behind his top teeth. He watched as Xander nostrils flared with the smell of the exploding sulfur of the cap.
Wearing nothing but a too small cowboy hat and gunbelt, Spike blew on the barrel of the gun, and swaggered forward. Instantly regretting his confession of a cowboy fetish, Xander watched, mesmerized, as Spike moved closer.
"We are way ahead of schedule." Xander stared at the place where the holster was tied to Spike's leg.
"Pert'near done, hombre. Fixin' to take me a little siesta."
Xander gladly overlooked the slight british accent that marred the western talk and pounced.
Quickly trying to unbuckle the gunbelt, Xander grabbed Spike's hands. "Leave it on"
"Oh, Pet, that's why I love you."
Spinning Xander around and bending him over a table of Lincoln Logs, Spike jerked down the jingling green elf pants. Frantically searching for something to use for lube, Spike spotted a stack of easy bake ovens complete with a tiny can of no stick vegetable spray.
Couple of quick sprits and Spike was lined up. Spreading his legs as far apart as the pants would allow, Xander wriggled his ass back, searching for the cock that he knew could send him to the stars.
"Come on Spike, give it to me. Talk to me, Baby."
Slapping him on the ass, Spike pushed the head through the tight ring. "Yee Haw, little dogie. I'm a fixin' to put my brand on that sweet ass of yourin." Spike slapped him again, and slid all the way in.
Groaning at the erotic cowboy talk, Xander bucked back like the wild bronco he was.
Holding Xander by the hips, Spike road as hard and deep as he could.
Feeling his balls start to tighten and the tingle ache in his cock, Spike shot the cap gun over Xander's head. Letting loose, Xander came painfully all over the wooden building blocks as Spike shot a cool load into Xander's ass.
Both stiffened at the blood curdling scream and looked up in time to see Santa slapping his hands over Mrs. Claus' eyes.
Part Four
"That's it! I want you two idiots out of here!"
"No, Santa, please" Xander's bells were tinkling loudly as he fumbled to right himself. The last thing he wanted was to see the disappointed looks on Giles and Willow's faces. Again.
"Everything is almost packed. We can finish this job, please, I promise, right Spike?"
All eyes focused on Spike in time to see him cleaning himself up on the corner of a Sponge Bob sheet set.
"Huh? Oh, right. The boy is absolutely correct. We got this task in the bag, so to speak. Be right as rain in no time."
Knowing he was out of time and options, Santa hesitantly relented. "I can't imagine what the fuck I did to deserve this. After that big ass donation I made to the Council benevolent fund, this is the thanks I get."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Xander shook his head. "Wow, Santa, I don't think that is really the kind of language you
should use especially...."
"Shut the fuck up! I just want this over, and you two gone."
Pointing to Xander he ordered "You, go get the fuckin' reindeer!" Spinning around to face a chuckling Spike, Santa sputtered
"Knock off the God damn laughing and finish packing those fuckin' sacks. AND NO MORE SEX!!"
Grabbing a wobbly Mrs Claus by the arm, Santa disappeared into his office.
"He is just way too tense." Xander shook his head sadly.
"Headed for a heart attack for sure, Pet"
Picking up an empty sack, Spike looked over the long tables and racks of toys still waiting to be packed, and sighed deeply.
"Might as well get this over with."
"Yeah, I think this scene is played out. I'll go get the fucking reindeer." Glancing over,he and Spike both burst into a fit of giggles.
Once they were separated, the rest of the job flowed relatively smoothly and quickly. The sleigh was loaded, although somewhat tenuously, and Santa was dressed and prepped. Although it seemed to Xander that Santa's cherry nose was a little
redder than usual and Spike clearly detected the smell of alcohol on Old St. Nick's breath.
The reindeer were harnessed up unmolested, and connected to the sleigh. All was ready to go, and with five minutes to spare. By most accounts a successful launch.
"I'll be gone all night. Mrs. Claus has washed your pants. Unfortunately the underwear was beyond help, and I want you two changed and gone when I get back. Understand?" Santa turned to stomp off.
Rushing after him, Xander held the door open and whispered as Santa walked through "Did you get my letter? Basically I think I have been pretty good. I mean there were a couple slips, but gosh, I mean......" Santa stared at him incredulously then shoved him aside. A swirl of snow and the sleigh was gone.
"Boy, just warms your heart, doesn't it Spike? I mean we really did a good thing. Thanks to us kids all over the world will have a Christmas"
Sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, Spike pulled Xander down beside him. "Yeah, couple of Mother Teresas we are. What time did Red say she was going to vomit us back to California?"
Checking his watch, Xander counted the time on his fingers. She said about thirty minutes after Santa's take off time at midnight. So, near as I can figure, we got around twenty-five minutes. What do you want to do?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Spike was already unbuttoning the tiny snowman buttons on Xander's shirt.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt. After all we'll be gone long before Santa gets back so he'll never know, will he?" Xander
squirmed out of his britches and laid on his side letting the warmth of the fire toast his buns.
"Never have a clue, Pet" Spike lifted his head making sure the red light was flashing on the record button of Santa's video cam. Pushing Xander on his back, Spike purred low in his chest and began licking and nipping his way up Xander's legs to his cock.
By passing the throbbing flesh, he kept climbing till he was face to face with the man he loved. Kissing him deeply, Spike tasted every inch of the inside of his mouth. "Mmmmm. Just wanted to see what it tasted like before."
"Before what?" Xander wondered if there was going to be a test.
"Before I come and fill your mouth and throat with my spunk."
"Oh, God yes, do that."
Pulling away, Spike turned around so that each was facing the others wet dribbling cock. Without a moments hesitation, Xander swallowed Spike whole. Lifting his leg higher, Spike took a minute to revel in the sensation of a hot wet mouth around his cool cock.
"Hey, a liddle partithapathion here."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Love." Taking the hint, Spike leaned forward and licked each of Xander's balls, pressing his tongue between them, then sucking and tugging the sac with his lips.
Finally Spike smeared the stickiness off the head onto his lips and slowly enjoyed the taste. Holding off no longer, Spike sucked Xander's cock to the root.
Grunting as the cool mouth surrounded him Xander began thrusting his hips, fucking Spike's mouth as he sucked his cock.
Both men, knowing intimately the quirks of their partner used every trick of the tongue and throat enjoyed by the other to bring
about a quick and powerful orgasm.
Finishing with sparse moments to spare, each grabbed frantically at their belongings around them just as the snow and ice started to surround them. Just as gut wrenching as the first time, Xander found himself bent over and bringing up a load of suspicious white fluid onto the grass outside their building.
"Jesus, Xan. That's really disgusting."
"Thanks. And that from a guy that chomped his way across Europe then fucked Angel."
"Angelus. Whole different thing. Sides, you ate a pig."
Touche, Spike, touche." Staggering to his feet, Xander headed to the front door of their apartment.
Stopping at the threshhold, he turned to face Spike with an evil grin. "I swiped the elf suit."
Bursting into a big smile, Spike shoved him in. "Merry Christmas, Love"
The End
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