Fic: The Gift Of Christmas 8/8
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suki_blueMERRY CHRISTMAS!
I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas day. Thanks for reading so far. I hope you enjoy the last part.
Thanks to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1 for beta'ing this and thank you to amejisuto for the title.
Summary: Spike tries to give Xander the best Christmas ever.
Rating: R
Warnings: Obsessive fuff? You ain't seen nothin' yet!
Feedback: It's all I want for Christmas.
Chapter 8 - Christmas Day
Xander felt cool arms tighten around him. He nestled further into Spike’s chest and sighed, heavily.
“Hope that was a happy sigh, pet.”
“Mmm, it was. I love waking up like this. Feels nice.”
Spike ran his fingertips up and down Xander’s arm. He spoke into Xander’s hair as he nuzzled at the sable strands. “Me too, luv,” he purred. “You make me all warm and sleepy.”
Xander stretched as much as he could with one of Spike’s arms clamped around him in a grip that was both comforting and protective. He climbed further up Spike’s body and caught his lips in a long, tender kiss.
“Morning, blondie.”
Spike chuckled and kissed him back.
“Morning, whelp. Merry Christmas.”
Xander’s smile widened; he’d completely forgotten. “Merry Christmas, Spike. Our first?” he asked shyly.
“Definitely. First of many.”
A good hour was spent with lazy kissing and touching, each man seeking to explore and remember the other’s body, learning every inch of skin and every curve of muscle. When their climax finally came it was moaned out through loving words and tender kisses.
**
They both looked at the clock and smiled at each other.
“This is the first time that I’ve ever started my Christmas celebration in the evening.”
“I think this is the first time I’ve celebrated Christmas in a hundred years.”
“Really? That’s so sad. We’ll make this a Christmas day to remember, then,” Xander said as he hopped out of bed and headed upstairs. “C’mon, Spike. We have a dinner to cook. The turkey we ordered? It came last night when you were out. *And* I got extra stuff when I bought the ingredients for the log.”
“Yeah? What did you buy?”
“Everything for a traditional English Christmas dinner.” Xander counted on his fingers, “I got sprouts, carrots, which will be cooked and buttered, sage and onion stuffing, chestnut stuffing, an onion to bake and Yorkshire puddings…well, I didn’t buy them, I have to make them, and I got those little sausages with bacon wrapped round them, and cranberry sauce and, well, I couldn’t get Christmas pudding, what is Christmas pudding? Anyway, so instead, I got stuff to make apple crumble and custard, ‘cos I remember that you said that you liked that. And then I got some chocolate mints to have with coffee after, to, um, clear the palate? Then, later, we could have turkey sandwiches and put the left over stuffing and cranberry sauce in them too.”
Spike waited for the festive babble to end before he pounced on his lover and kissed him fiercely.
“You’re gonna do all that? For me?”
Xander shrugged. “Of course. Well, I couldn’t afford a proper present and I know how much you love all this English stuff, and it was the least I could do. I just want to make you happy.”
Spike was happy, very happy. He almost couldn’t believe that this was all happening. It was like a beautiful dream.
Here he was, innocently trying to give Xander the best Christmas he’d ever had and just look what had happened. He’d accidentally given himself the best Christmas ever too.
“You have already made me happy, Xan, and you don’t need to go to all that trouble to make me happier. Just knowing that you would is enough.”
Xander blushed and looked at his feet. “Shouldn't I cook Christmas Dinner, then?”
“Oi! That wasn’t what I said!”
“Yes it was.”
“Okay, it was…but I still want the dinner.”
Xander smirked. “You have to wash up and maybe help me with the Yorkshire puddings. I’ve never been very good at making things rise.”
Spike quirked an eyebrow.
“Smutty vamp,” Xander said, hitting him lightly on the arm. “I meant making food rise. Aren’t Yorkshire puddings supposed to be all risen and crispy on top?”
“Naaah. I like ‘em soggy and flat. C’mon, then. Get your arse up that ladder and start cooking, boy. This mouth is watering and it’s either the Christmas dinner or you.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going. Last one up the ladder has to stuff the turkey!”
**
Xander groaned and twisted his head to lean on Spike’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full before.”
Spike gently patted Xander’s belly. “I told you not to have that third helping of apple crumble. You were warned.”
“Since when do I ever take any notice of warnings?”
“That’s a good point. Wouldn’t it be a good way to torture someone? Force feed them ‘til their stomach exploded.”
“Firstly. You’re not the first to think of it. That nutter did it in the film, Seven. Secondly, I can’t believe you’ve never actually tried it. And thirdly, could we put a cap on the force feeding thing, unless you want to see Christmas dinner in reverse?”
“Got it.”
“Thanks, Spike, for the best Christmas ever.”
“It ain’t over yet, pet,” Spike said, hearing the footsteps of an approaching surprise. “Wait there, luv.”
Xander looked confused as Spike shot to his feet and made a bee-line for the crypt door.
“Spike…?”
Spike yanked open the door and chatted quietly with someone on the other side.
“Spike, who is it?”
Spike turned and smiled. His plan had taken a fabulous twist, thanks to Joyce. He stepped out of the crypt and allowed all the visitors to enter, all but one.
Xander’s face lit up. His friends were here. Buffy, Willow, Giles, Tara and Dawn. They all piled in laden with presents, candies, and a good amount of Christmas booze.
“Hey, Xan.”
“Willow,” Xander breathed.
“I hope it's okay, us being here, I mean. Mrs Summers said you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind, but…why? Why are you here? I didn’t know there was a get together planned.”
“There wasn’t,” Buffy said, “but…Mom pointed out that we hadn’t exactly been the most *attentive* friends recently.”
Xander shrugged but didn’t argue the point.
“We are most terribly sorry, Xander,” Giles said, “we were all so wrapped up in our own private lives and the slaying that we didn’t bother to see that one of our friends was, well, having a few problems. We are most truly sorry.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, no, I’m afraid it isn’t okay, Xander. We have been terrible friends. How can we make it up to you?”
“You’re making it up to me now, because you’re here. That’s all I want, to have my friends around me. I just sometimes need to know that you care.”
“We do care,” Willow said, taking Xander’s hands in hers. “We love you. We’re just really bad at showing it.”
“But that’s going to change from now on.”
Xander laughed at the determination on Buffy’s face.
“Thanks guys, it means so much that you’re here.”
Each person got an armful of emotional Xander. Giles in particular gave Xander a good squeeze, trying to convey his feelings for the boy in one great big hug. The watcher not only felt guilty that he had neglected Xander, but also that it had taken Joyce and Spike to point it out.
Joyce had phoned them all on Christmas Eve and invited them over, telling them that she had something urgent to tell them. Once they had all arrived, Joyce had given them what for, ripping into each of them for their part in ignoring one of their best friends. She had told them about how Xander had been evicted from his parents' house and told them all about Spike.
It seemed that Spike had done everything he could to help Xander. He'd probably even saved his life. Giles shivered at the thought of all the ways that Xander could have met his untimely end while sleeping on the streets.
Spike had spoken to Joyce about his anger that Xander’s own friends didn’t seem to care enough to make sure he was okay over the holiday season. They all knew that Xander had a volatile relationship with his parents and had often even slept outside at Christmas just to avoid them. Yet, his friends had never seemed to care.
Joyce had particularly laid into Buffy. Apparently she knew that Xander had been kicked out, yet she had said nothing. This had earned her a near black eye from Dawn.
“Where’s Joyce?” Xander asked, suddenly concerned that she wasn’t there.
“I’m right here, sweetie.”
Joyce passed something to Spike outside the crypt and stepped inside.
“Spike has a surprise for you.”
“Another one!?”
“Two actually!” Spike shouted from outside the crypt.
“You have to close your eyes,” Joyce insisted.
“Huh? Why? What’s going on?”
Joyce laughed and covered Xander’s eyes for him, “Spike, honey, you can come in now,” she called.
Spike walked slowly through the crypt; he deliberately took his time, his mind imagining Xander’s reaction. He hoped it would be everything he thought it would be.
He stopped just two feet away from Xander.
“No looking yet, pet. Hold out your arms.”
“Spike? What is it?”
Spike answered by placing the Christmas present in his arms. Joyce took her hands away and Xander stared down at a wiggling bundle of fluff.
“A puppy? Y-you got me…?”
Xander burst into floods of tears.
“Pet? What’s wrong?”
Spike hugged his lover, mindful not to squash the little puppy that was licking the tears from Xander’s face.
“Nothing's wrong. It’s j-just that I-I…I…”
Fresh tears erupted and Spike pulled him onto couch, “Xan, baby? I didn’t mean to upset you. Was it too much? Is this all too much for you?”
Xander wiped at his eyes and turned to face Spike. He clung to the puppy, holding it gently and running his fingers through its long spikey fur.
“It’s just so overwhelming. All my life I got nothing, nothing I ever wanted, and not just at Christmas, ever. And suddenly…you give me everything. All I ever really wanted was someone to care about me, someone to know me and someone to listen to me. That’s you. You give me all that.”
“You’re worth giving it too.”
“I never thought I was.”
Xander lifted the puppy a little higher and rubbed his cheek over the soft furry head.
“I was so lonely, when I was a child. I had no-one. My only friends were Willow and Jesse, and I wasn’t even allowed to go and play with them half the time. That was why I wanted a puppy. I just wanted a friend that I could see every day, a friend that I could cuddle when it all got too much...a-and now I have that. I’ve got my puppy and…I’ve got my Spike. Thank you.”
“Course you’ve got me, always got me and I got you too.”
Spike felt Xander stroking his face and he realised that he was crying too. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that their friends were watching from beneath their lowered lashes. He didn’t care that his reputation as the Big Bad had been flushed well and truly away. All he cared about was this sweet boy that he held so tightly. Xander was happy. That was all that mattered.
“Actually, Xan, I did have one more surprise for you. But if it’s too much, I’ll understand.”
Xander shook his head, “I’m fine. Really. What’s the surprise? I can’t think that there is anything left for you to do for me. Did you buy me the batmobile? ‘Cos that would be cool.”
Spike laughed and took Xander’s hand, leading him out of the crypt. “Well, I was going to get you that for your birthday, but now you’ve gone and spoiled it.”
Spike called over his shoulder, “You lot coming?”
They all shrugged at each other and followed Spike and Xander out of the crypt.
“Everybody, I want you to meet Halfrek.”
There was stunned silence as everybody registered the demon.
“Halfrek is an old friend. She is also a vengeance demon.”
“A vengeance demon?” Xander asked. Clarification was definitely a must.
“That’s right, pet. A bloody good one too. Halfrek and I used to hang together back in the meat hook days.”
“Oh, that’s…nice.”
Spike smiled at his perturbed lover before turning to the demon.
“Halfrek, meet Xander, my better half.”
“Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, sweetheart. So you’re the one that’s got my old Big Bad all googly eyed.”
“Err, yeah?”
“How lovely. You make a fine couple. Very nice indeed. If at any time either of you wanted join in one of my org...”
Spike interrupted quickly.
“No, no, that’s fine. Shall we move on? Are we set?”
Xander was looking more confused by the second. Even the puppy was confused.
“Oh yes, all set. With reference to your earlier wish, yada, yada, yada. Done.”
Halfrek wiggled her hips and lifted one arm in the air in a grand gesture. With a small flash, she was gone.
Everybody waited, glancing around for any sign of a wish. It was Xander and his puppy that noticed it first.
One single snowflake floated down and settled on the puppy’s cold wet nose. Xander gasped and looked up at the sky just as a million snowflakes started to fall.
“Spike…”
“Surprise.”
“Spike, it’s…I can’t believe it. Guys, look.”
Xander turned around and watched Willow raise her hands into the air, waiting to catch the first flakes of snow. He turned back to Spike and kissed him.
“I can’t believe you made it snow for me.”
“I only make it snow for the one I love.”
“You love me?”
“Just said, didn’t I?”
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Xander. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Spike. I love you too.”
The End
Authors note: I do not condone giving pets as Christmas presents. A dog is not just for Christmas…If you are lucky, you will have enough left over for Boxing day! ~dodges more rotten fruit~ Hee! Merry Christmas everyone!!!!
Preveious Parts Here
I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas day. Thanks for reading so far. I hope you enjoy the last part.
Thanks to the wonderful
kitty_poker1 for beta'ing this and thank you to amejisuto for the title.Summary: Spike tries to give Xander the best Christmas ever.
Rating: R
Warnings: Obsessive fuff? You ain't seen nothin' yet!
Feedback: It's all I want for Christmas.
Chapter 8 - Christmas Day
Xander felt cool arms tighten around him. He nestled further into Spike’s chest and sighed, heavily.
“Hope that was a happy sigh, pet.”
“Mmm, it was. I love waking up like this. Feels nice.”
Spike ran his fingertips up and down Xander’s arm. He spoke into Xander’s hair as he nuzzled at the sable strands. “Me too, luv,” he purred. “You make me all warm and sleepy.”
Xander stretched as much as he could with one of Spike’s arms clamped around him in a grip that was both comforting and protective. He climbed further up Spike’s body and caught his lips in a long, tender kiss.
“Morning, blondie.”
Spike chuckled and kissed him back.
“Morning, whelp. Merry Christmas.”
Xander’s smile widened; he’d completely forgotten. “Merry Christmas, Spike. Our first?” he asked shyly.
“Definitely. First of many.”
A good hour was spent with lazy kissing and touching, each man seeking to explore and remember the other’s body, learning every inch of skin and every curve of muscle. When their climax finally came it was moaned out through loving words and tender kisses.
**
They both looked at the clock and smiled at each other.
“This is the first time that I’ve ever started my Christmas celebration in the evening.”
“I think this is the first time I’ve celebrated Christmas in a hundred years.”
“Really? That’s so sad. We’ll make this a Christmas day to remember, then,” Xander said as he hopped out of bed and headed upstairs. “C’mon, Spike. We have a dinner to cook. The turkey we ordered? It came last night when you were out. *And* I got extra stuff when I bought the ingredients for the log.”
“Yeah? What did you buy?”
“Everything for a traditional English Christmas dinner.” Xander counted on his fingers, “I got sprouts, carrots, which will be cooked and buttered, sage and onion stuffing, chestnut stuffing, an onion to bake and Yorkshire puddings…well, I didn’t buy them, I have to make them, and I got those little sausages with bacon wrapped round them, and cranberry sauce and, well, I couldn’t get Christmas pudding, what is Christmas pudding? Anyway, so instead, I got stuff to make apple crumble and custard, ‘cos I remember that you said that you liked that. And then I got some chocolate mints to have with coffee after, to, um, clear the palate? Then, later, we could have turkey sandwiches and put the left over stuffing and cranberry sauce in them too.”
Spike waited for the festive babble to end before he pounced on his lover and kissed him fiercely.
“You’re gonna do all that? For me?”
Xander shrugged. “Of course. Well, I couldn’t afford a proper present and I know how much you love all this English stuff, and it was the least I could do. I just want to make you happy.”
Spike was happy, very happy. He almost couldn’t believe that this was all happening. It was like a beautiful dream.
Here he was, innocently trying to give Xander the best Christmas he’d ever had and just look what had happened. He’d accidentally given himself the best Christmas ever too.
“You have already made me happy, Xan, and you don’t need to go to all that trouble to make me happier. Just knowing that you would is enough.”
Xander blushed and looked at his feet. “Shouldn't I cook Christmas Dinner, then?”
“Oi! That wasn’t what I said!”
“Yes it was.”
“Okay, it was…but I still want the dinner.”
Xander smirked. “You have to wash up and maybe help me with the Yorkshire puddings. I’ve never been very good at making things rise.”
Spike quirked an eyebrow.
“Smutty vamp,” Xander said, hitting him lightly on the arm. “I meant making food rise. Aren’t Yorkshire puddings supposed to be all risen and crispy on top?”
“Naaah. I like ‘em soggy and flat. C’mon, then. Get your arse up that ladder and start cooking, boy. This mouth is watering and it’s either the Christmas dinner or you.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going. Last one up the ladder has to stuff the turkey!”
**
Xander groaned and twisted his head to lean on Spike’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full before.”
Spike gently patted Xander’s belly. “I told you not to have that third helping of apple crumble. You were warned.”
“Since when do I ever take any notice of warnings?”
“That’s a good point. Wouldn’t it be a good way to torture someone? Force feed them ‘til their stomach exploded.”
“Firstly. You’re not the first to think of it. That nutter did it in the film, Seven. Secondly, I can’t believe you’ve never actually tried it. And thirdly, could we put a cap on the force feeding thing, unless you want to see Christmas dinner in reverse?”
“Got it.”
“Thanks, Spike, for the best Christmas ever.”
“It ain’t over yet, pet,” Spike said, hearing the footsteps of an approaching surprise. “Wait there, luv.”
Xander looked confused as Spike shot to his feet and made a bee-line for the crypt door.
“Spike…?”
Spike yanked open the door and chatted quietly with someone on the other side.
“Spike, who is it?”
Spike turned and smiled. His plan had taken a fabulous twist, thanks to Joyce. He stepped out of the crypt and allowed all the visitors to enter, all but one.
Xander’s face lit up. His friends were here. Buffy, Willow, Giles, Tara and Dawn. They all piled in laden with presents, candies, and a good amount of Christmas booze.
“Hey, Xan.”
“Willow,” Xander breathed.
“I hope it's okay, us being here, I mean. Mrs Summers said you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind, but…why? Why are you here? I didn’t know there was a get together planned.”
“There wasn’t,” Buffy said, “but…Mom pointed out that we hadn’t exactly been the most *attentive* friends recently.”
Xander shrugged but didn’t argue the point.
“We are most terribly sorry, Xander,” Giles said, “we were all so wrapped up in our own private lives and the slaying that we didn’t bother to see that one of our friends was, well, having a few problems. We are most truly sorry.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, no, I’m afraid it isn’t okay, Xander. We have been terrible friends. How can we make it up to you?”
“You’re making it up to me now, because you’re here. That’s all I want, to have my friends around me. I just sometimes need to know that you care.”
“We do care,” Willow said, taking Xander’s hands in hers. “We love you. We’re just really bad at showing it.”
“But that’s going to change from now on.”
Xander laughed at the determination on Buffy’s face.
“Thanks guys, it means so much that you’re here.”
Each person got an armful of emotional Xander. Giles in particular gave Xander a good squeeze, trying to convey his feelings for the boy in one great big hug. The watcher not only felt guilty that he had neglected Xander, but also that it had taken Joyce and Spike to point it out.
Joyce had phoned them all on Christmas Eve and invited them over, telling them that she had something urgent to tell them. Once they had all arrived, Joyce had given them what for, ripping into each of them for their part in ignoring one of their best friends. She had told them about how Xander had been evicted from his parents' house and told them all about Spike.
It seemed that Spike had done everything he could to help Xander. He'd probably even saved his life. Giles shivered at the thought of all the ways that Xander could have met his untimely end while sleeping on the streets.
Spike had spoken to Joyce about his anger that Xander’s own friends didn’t seem to care enough to make sure he was okay over the holiday season. They all knew that Xander had a volatile relationship with his parents and had often even slept outside at Christmas just to avoid them. Yet, his friends had never seemed to care.
Joyce had particularly laid into Buffy. Apparently she knew that Xander had been kicked out, yet she had said nothing. This had earned her a near black eye from Dawn.
“Where’s Joyce?” Xander asked, suddenly concerned that she wasn’t there.
“I’m right here, sweetie.”
Joyce passed something to Spike outside the crypt and stepped inside.
“Spike has a surprise for you.”
“Another one!?”
“Two actually!” Spike shouted from outside the crypt.
“You have to close your eyes,” Joyce insisted.
“Huh? Why? What’s going on?”
Joyce laughed and covered Xander’s eyes for him, “Spike, honey, you can come in now,” she called.
Spike walked slowly through the crypt; he deliberately took his time, his mind imagining Xander’s reaction. He hoped it would be everything he thought it would be.
He stopped just two feet away from Xander.
“No looking yet, pet. Hold out your arms.”
“Spike? What is it?”
Spike answered by placing the Christmas present in his arms. Joyce took her hands away and Xander stared down at a wiggling bundle of fluff.
“A puppy? Y-you got me…?”
Xander burst into floods of tears.
“Pet? What’s wrong?”
Spike hugged his lover, mindful not to squash the little puppy that was licking the tears from Xander’s face.
“Nothing's wrong. It’s j-just that I-I…I…”
Fresh tears erupted and Spike pulled him onto couch, “Xan, baby? I didn’t mean to upset you. Was it too much? Is this all too much for you?”
Xander wiped at his eyes and turned to face Spike. He clung to the puppy, holding it gently and running his fingers through its long spikey fur.
“It’s just so overwhelming. All my life I got nothing, nothing I ever wanted, and not just at Christmas, ever. And suddenly…you give me everything. All I ever really wanted was someone to care about me, someone to know me and someone to listen to me. That’s you. You give me all that.”
“You’re worth giving it too.”
“I never thought I was.”
Xander lifted the puppy a little higher and rubbed his cheek over the soft furry head.
“I was so lonely, when I was a child. I had no-one. My only friends were Willow and Jesse, and I wasn’t even allowed to go and play with them half the time. That was why I wanted a puppy. I just wanted a friend that I could see every day, a friend that I could cuddle when it all got too much...a-and now I have that. I’ve got my puppy and…I’ve got my Spike. Thank you.”
“Course you’ve got me, always got me and I got you too.”
Spike felt Xander stroking his face and he realised that he was crying too. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that their friends were watching from beneath their lowered lashes. He didn’t care that his reputation as the Big Bad had been flushed well and truly away. All he cared about was this sweet boy that he held so tightly. Xander was happy. That was all that mattered.
“Actually, Xan, I did have one more surprise for you. But if it’s too much, I’ll understand.”
Xander shook his head, “I’m fine. Really. What’s the surprise? I can’t think that there is anything left for you to do for me. Did you buy me the batmobile? ‘Cos that would be cool.”
Spike laughed and took Xander’s hand, leading him out of the crypt. “Well, I was going to get you that for your birthday, but now you’ve gone and spoiled it.”
Spike called over his shoulder, “You lot coming?”
They all shrugged at each other and followed Spike and Xander out of the crypt.
“Everybody, I want you to meet Halfrek.”
There was stunned silence as everybody registered the demon.
“Halfrek is an old friend. She is also a vengeance demon.”
“A vengeance demon?” Xander asked. Clarification was definitely a must.
“That’s right, pet. A bloody good one too. Halfrek and I used to hang together back in the meat hook days.”
“Oh, that’s…nice.”
Spike smiled at his perturbed lover before turning to the demon.
“Halfrek, meet Xander, my better half.”
“Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, sweetheart. So you’re the one that’s got my old Big Bad all googly eyed.”
“Err, yeah?”
“How lovely. You make a fine couple. Very nice indeed. If at any time either of you wanted join in one of my org...”
Spike interrupted quickly.
“No, no, that’s fine. Shall we move on? Are we set?”
Xander was looking more confused by the second. Even the puppy was confused.
“Oh yes, all set. With reference to your earlier wish, yada, yada, yada. Done.”
Halfrek wiggled her hips and lifted one arm in the air in a grand gesture. With a small flash, she was gone.
Everybody waited, glancing around for any sign of a wish. It was Xander and his puppy that noticed it first.
One single snowflake floated down and settled on the puppy’s cold wet nose. Xander gasped and looked up at the sky just as a million snowflakes started to fall.
“Spike…”
“Surprise.”
“Spike, it’s…I can’t believe it. Guys, look.”
Xander turned around and watched Willow raise her hands into the air, waiting to catch the first flakes of snow. He turned back to Spike and kissed him.
“I can’t believe you made it snow for me.”
“I only make it snow for the one I love.”
“You love me?”
“Just said, didn’t I?”
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Xander. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Spike. I love you too.”
The End
Authors note: I do not condone giving pets as Christmas presents. A dog is not just for Christmas…If you are lucky, you will have enough left over for Boxing day! ~dodges more rotten fruit~ Hee! Merry Christmas everyone!!!!
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