Fic: Spike's Surprise - S/X - 1/1
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suki_blueTitle: Spike's Surprise
Genre: Comedy Romance
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Ermmmm, G? Totally worksafe.
Summary: Spike gets a suprise or two.
Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amejisuto 'cos of the suprise.
Written for my darlingkitty_poker1. Happy Birthday you perfect bundle of greatness, you! I love you lots. Thank you for all the beta'ing, you are the best in the land. And thank you for being such a wonderful friend.
Oh, and Kitty? As an extra prezzie, you may feel free to beta this again. 'Cos I know you will anyway!! LOL!!
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Spike leapt at least three feet in the air. He was positive that he looked like some sort of comedy, cartoon vampire with his hair standing on end in shock and his mouth contorted into a humungous shout of surprise.
What the hell was this? Why was everybody screaming?
Apocalypse?
Building on fire?
Alien invasion?
Oh, god, please don’t say The Magic Box was infested again! Oh, how he hated those disgusting little things with their beady, little disgusting eyes. Urgh. Demonic Chipmonks. The worst thing about them? That scary little bald patch on the top of their scary little heads that made each one look like a tiny version of Fryer Tuck.
Spike took a moment to evaluate the situation. There was definite screaming - no, wait a minute, there had been one single scream. And now? There were six faces staring at him expectantly.
Right. Obviously there was some sort of crisis going on and everyone was waiting for him, the Big Bad, to do something about it.
Right. So, take control of the situation and sort everybody out. Thank god he was here.
“Eh?”
Buffy rolled her eyes and raised her hands in the air. “And again, everybody. From the top.”
Several people cleared their throats and the air was re-filled with a vicious cry of “SURPRISE!!!!!”
Strangely, Spike still hadn’t been expecting it.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!”
After nearly jumping out of his skin, again, Spike clutched at his heart to make sure it was still beating. Nope, it wasn’t. Well, that’s just bloody charming, innit? Scare a bloke half to death! Bloody cheek!
Oh, hang on…
Spike looked back up at the expectant faces. There was something going on here, he deduced.
“Eh?”
Dawn giggled and sighed. “Happy Birthday, Spike.”
“Erm, Birth… Oh. Me?”
“Yes, you!” Xander said. “Unless there’s another Spike around here somewhere.”
Spike looked behind him. Just to check. When he turned back around he found himself faced with a Slayer and a Witch.
“Come on,” Willow whined. “The candles are going to burn down. You have to make a wish. Um, but make sure it’s a nice wish. No evil stuff or anything that’s non-nice. Wish for something fluffy, like a kitten! Oh, maybe not. How about…”
Spike tuned the rest out as he was unceremoniously dragged over to the waiting cake. It was big and…
“It’s pink.”
“Ah, yes, well, you can blame that on Xander,” said Giles.
“Hey, hey, less of ‘blame Xander’ thanks very much. It was not I that came back from the store with a pink cake.”
“Yes, indeed, but it was you that forgot to pick it up last night, hence Tara having to scour the empty shelves this morning.”
“Ah.”
Spike looked at the cake and then at Tara. “Does it have jam?”
“Y-yes, it does. We paid extra.”
Spike shrugged. “Then I like it.”
“Good,” Buffy said. “Pink is your colour anyway.”
Spike growled.
“So, go on, make a wish,” Buffy added. Very quickly.
Without hesitation, Spike leaned down, closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles.
“What did you wish for?!” Dawn asked excitedly.
“That’s for me to know and someone else to find out. Maybe,” Spike added with a small, secretive smile.
“PRESENTS!” Willow suddenly announced. Very loudly.
“Oh, yay!!!!” Dawn screeched, shoving a brightly wrapped parcel into Spike’s arms. “Mine first. Mine first!!”
“What’s this, then?” Spike ripped at the paper, shredding it with the ease of a…paper shredder. “Oh! It’s a…! What is it?”
“It’s you!”
“Me?”
“A soap you,” Dawn clarified.
Spike sniffed it. “Smells like…lavender?”
“Yeah. It’s soap on a rope in the shape of you. I made it at school. I wasn’t sure what scent to make it, so I went with lavender. That’s an English smell, right?”
“It’s a Spike on a rope,” Xander added. “Notice the little fangs? Dawn is quite the artist.”
“Well, it’s just lovely. Spitting image, luv,” Spike said as he wrapped Dawn in a tight embrace. “Cheers, Nibblet.”
“And this is from me. Sorry it isn’t wrapped,” Buffy apologised. “I did try, but I can’t even wrap a square box, never mind this thing.”
Spike’s eyes sparkled as he took hold of the long, gleaming dagger. “Bloody hell. This is…wow.”
“I got it through a contact of Willie’s. I had to do some cut-throat bargaining, but I wore him down in the end.”
“Wow. Yeah. It’s bloody great, cheers.”
“MINE NEXT!” Willow shrieked. “I thought it was really you, but if you don’t like it I can take it back and exchange it. Or we could go shopping and I could get you something totally different. It doesn’t have to be jewellery. Oh, damn! Now I’ve told you what it is. Well, I haven’t really; you don’t know that it’s a bracelet. Shit! Oh! I said a rude word! Shit! Oh! I did it again! Somebody please stop me!”
Xander obliged and covered Willow’s mouth with his hand. “And The Willow Machine is silenced. Please go ahead and open your surprise, Spike.”
Spike chuckled and did just that. “Oh, a bracelet! What a surprise!” he said as Willow blushed. “It’s gorgeous, Red. Cheers. Just my thing.” Spike took the bracelet out of the box and put at around his wrist. It was silver, gothic, with flecks of onyx and amber; very Spike.
“You’re very welcome. Actually, it’s from me and Tara. Tara helped me pick it out. Is the amber too much? I think it might be too much, Tara. We were going to go with this big silver and jet ring. But Tara said that we should get you that for Christmas… Damn! I did it again!”
“Red, Red, it’s perfect. I love it. And the ring sounds great, too. I’ll look forward to seeing it in my stocking. Thanks, both of you.”
“H-happy Birthday.”
“Yeah, cheers, Glinda.”
“And this is from me,” Giles stated as held out a package that was suspiciously book shaped. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I’m afraid that I had to take a bit of a chance…well, you’ll see. I hope you like it.”
Spike ungraciously ripped away the packaging and stared with disbelief at what he saw. “The Ultimate Adventures of Kitty and Suki!!” he read aloud. “Wow! That was my favourite ever book. How did you know!?”
“Oh, I believe you mentioned it to Xander once. He told me about it sometime back.”
“Yeah?” Spike looked between the two men. Giles was standing proud and Xander was shrinking shyly into the background.
“Well, cheers, Rupert. This means a lot. Really. And Xander, I can’t believe you remembered.”
“Oh, I do that sometimes. Remember, that is. Once in a while. It was nothing.” Xander toed at the ground and really hoped that fire engine red was his colour. Damn, why did he have to wear blue today? He should have known he would end up clashing. He just knew he should have gone with the salmon.
“No, it ain’t nothing. Means a lot that you would remember something like that.”
Xander looked up with something that resembled a shrug. “I always remember stuff you say,” he said, quietly.
“Yeah?”
Buffy mouthed the words ‘sexual tension’ to anyone that was watching. A few heads nodded discretely.
“I remember stuff you say, too, Xan.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
A few sets of eyes wandered about the room and someone started to whistle.
“Actually, I remembered something else you said you liked,” Xander said, holding out his own present. “Um, it’s not much, but I remembered you saying how much you liked them. But, um, it’s kinda stupid. Sorry. Maybe you should open it later.”
“Nonsense, luv. If you bought it, I’ll love it,” Spike said as he carefully removed the ‘Happy Wedding Anniversary’ paper.
“Um, it’s just something I though you’d maybe like. But I totally understand if you don’t like it. It’s just something small and you know me, I tend to get things wrong. I’m not good with the buying presents thing. I’m the wrong sex. Typical man, here. Buy stuff at the last minute then get the nearest female to wrap it. Except, I wrapped that - in the wrong paper, though. But I still wrapped it and that should count for something, right?” Xander finally asked with a nervous laugh and a wish that he’d just stayed gracefully silent.
Spike lifted his present out of the wrapping paper and stared.
“Xan, I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s stupid, right? I’m not sure what I was thinking. I was having my doubts last night and that’s why I forgot the cake. And then I was still worrying about it today so I ended up forgetting the balloons. Thank god Giles seemed to have a worrying amount of them stashed away. I don’t even want to know what he…”
“I love it.”
“You…you do?”
“Xan, it’s a gorilla. Of course I bloody love it! What’s not to love?!”
“Well, you did say that you liked monkeys and gorillas, too. Particularly gorillas. And I did try to get you a real one, but I couldn’t afford the shipping. But then I saw him and I thought of you straight away. You have the same eyes. Um, except that his are blacker and way more beady. Not that I’m saying that you have…” Xander stopped talking mid-babble and he found himself staring into eyes that were completely un-beady.
“I love it,” Spike whispered. “Best present ever. Wanna know why?”
“Because you love gorillas?” Xander guessed.
“Yeah, but mostly I love it because you gave it to me.”
Xander smiled and before his brain could work out where he was and what he was doing, he leaned forward, just barely, and touched his lips to Spike’s. “Happy Birthday, Spike.”
Spike smiled and leaned back in, taking and tasting Xander’s lips with a slow, burning kiss.
“Best Birthday I ever had. And you know, I never believed that birthday wishes came true before now.”
“You wished for a stuffed gorilla?”
“No. I wished for you.”
“Awwwwww,” said everybody else before they all exchanged money and settled what had been a long running bet.
THE END
***
Genre: Comedy Romance
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Ermmmm, G? Totally worksafe.
Summary: Spike gets a suprise or two.
Beta'd by
amejisuto 'cos of the suprise.Written for my darling
kitty_poker1. Happy Birthday you perfect bundle of greatness, you! I love you lots. Thank you for all the beta'ing, you are the best in the land. And thank you for being such a wonderful friend.Oh, and Kitty? As an extra prezzie, you may feel free to beta this again. 'Cos I know you will anyway!! LOL!!
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Spike leapt at least three feet in the air. He was positive that he looked like some sort of comedy, cartoon vampire with his hair standing on end in shock and his mouth contorted into a humungous shout of surprise.
What the hell was this? Why was everybody screaming?
Apocalypse?
Building on fire?
Alien invasion?
Oh, god, please don’t say The Magic Box was infested again! Oh, how he hated those disgusting little things with their beady, little disgusting eyes. Urgh. Demonic Chipmonks. The worst thing about them? That scary little bald patch on the top of their scary little heads that made each one look like a tiny version of Fryer Tuck.
Spike took a moment to evaluate the situation. There was definite screaming - no, wait a minute, there had been one single scream. And now? There were six faces staring at him expectantly.
Right. Obviously there was some sort of crisis going on and everyone was waiting for him, the Big Bad, to do something about it.
Right. So, take control of the situation and sort everybody out. Thank god he was here.
“Eh?”
Buffy rolled her eyes and raised her hands in the air. “And again, everybody. From the top.”
Several people cleared their throats and the air was re-filled with a vicious cry of “SURPRISE!!!!!”
Strangely, Spike still hadn’t been expecting it.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!”
After nearly jumping out of his skin, again, Spike clutched at his heart to make sure it was still beating. Nope, it wasn’t. Well, that’s just bloody charming, innit? Scare a bloke half to death! Bloody cheek!
Oh, hang on…
Spike looked back up at the expectant faces. There was something going on here, he deduced.
“Eh?”
Dawn giggled and sighed. “Happy Birthday, Spike.”
“Erm, Birth… Oh. Me?”
“Yes, you!” Xander said. “Unless there’s another Spike around here somewhere.”
Spike looked behind him. Just to check. When he turned back around he found himself faced with a Slayer and a Witch.
“Come on,” Willow whined. “The candles are going to burn down. You have to make a wish. Um, but make sure it’s a nice wish. No evil stuff or anything that’s non-nice. Wish for something fluffy, like a kitten! Oh, maybe not. How about…”
Spike tuned the rest out as he was unceremoniously dragged over to the waiting cake. It was big and…
“It’s pink.”
“Ah, yes, well, you can blame that on Xander,” said Giles.
“Hey, hey, less of ‘blame Xander’ thanks very much. It was not I that came back from the store with a pink cake.”
“Yes, indeed, but it was you that forgot to pick it up last night, hence Tara having to scour the empty shelves this morning.”
“Ah.”
Spike looked at the cake and then at Tara. “Does it have jam?”
“Y-yes, it does. We paid extra.”
Spike shrugged. “Then I like it.”
“Good,” Buffy said. “Pink is your colour anyway.”
Spike growled.
“So, go on, make a wish,” Buffy added. Very quickly.
Without hesitation, Spike leaned down, closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles.
“What did you wish for?!” Dawn asked excitedly.
“That’s for me to know and someone else to find out. Maybe,” Spike added with a small, secretive smile.
“PRESENTS!” Willow suddenly announced. Very loudly.
“Oh, yay!!!!” Dawn screeched, shoving a brightly wrapped parcel into Spike’s arms. “Mine first. Mine first!!”
“What’s this, then?” Spike ripped at the paper, shredding it with the ease of a…paper shredder. “Oh! It’s a…! What is it?”
“It’s you!”
“Me?”
“A soap you,” Dawn clarified.
Spike sniffed it. “Smells like…lavender?”
“Yeah. It’s soap on a rope in the shape of you. I made it at school. I wasn’t sure what scent to make it, so I went with lavender. That’s an English smell, right?”
“It’s a Spike on a rope,” Xander added. “Notice the little fangs? Dawn is quite the artist.”
“Well, it’s just lovely. Spitting image, luv,” Spike said as he wrapped Dawn in a tight embrace. “Cheers, Nibblet.”
“And this is from me. Sorry it isn’t wrapped,” Buffy apologised. “I did try, but I can’t even wrap a square box, never mind this thing.”
Spike’s eyes sparkled as he took hold of the long, gleaming dagger. “Bloody hell. This is…wow.”
“I got it through a contact of Willie’s. I had to do some cut-throat bargaining, but I wore him down in the end.”
“Wow. Yeah. It’s bloody great, cheers.”
“MINE NEXT!” Willow shrieked. “I thought it was really you, but if you don’t like it I can take it back and exchange it. Or we could go shopping and I could get you something totally different. It doesn’t have to be jewellery. Oh, damn! Now I’ve told you what it is. Well, I haven’t really; you don’t know that it’s a bracelet. Shit! Oh! I said a rude word! Shit! Oh! I did it again! Somebody please stop me!”
Xander obliged and covered Willow’s mouth with his hand. “And The Willow Machine is silenced. Please go ahead and open your surprise, Spike.”
Spike chuckled and did just that. “Oh, a bracelet! What a surprise!” he said as Willow blushed. “It’s gorgeous, Red. Cheers. Just my thing.” Spike took the bracelet out of the box and put at around his wrist. It was silver, gothic, with flecks of onyx and amber; very Spike.
“You’re very welcome. Actually, it’s from me and Tara. Tara helped me pick it out. Is the amber too much? I think it might be too much, Tara. We were going to go with this big silver and jet ring. But Tara said that we should get you that for Christmas… Damn! I did it again!”
“Red, Red, it’s perfect. I love it. And the ring sounds great, too. I’ll look forward to seeing it in my stocking. Thanks, both of you.”
“H-happy Birthday.”
“Yeah, cheers, Glinda.”
“And this is from me,” Giles stated as held out a package that was suspiciously book shaped. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I’m afraid that I had to take a bit of a chance…well, you’ll see. I hope you like it.”
Spike ungraciously ripped away the packaging and stared with disbelief at what he saw. “The Ultimate Adventures of Kitty and Suki!!” he read aloud. “Wow! That was my favourite ever book. How did you know!?”
“Oh, I believe you mentioned it to Xander once. He told me about it sometime back.”
“Yeah?” Spike looked between the two men. Giles was standing proud and Xander was shrinking shyly into the background.
“Well, cheers, Rupert. This means a lot. Really. And Xander, I can’t believe you remembered.”
“Oh, I do that sometimes. Remember, that is. Once in a while. It was nothing.” Xander toed at the ground and really hoped that fire engine red was his colour. Damn, why did he have to wear blue today? He should have known he would end up clashing. He just knew he should have gone with the salmon.
“No, it ain’t nothing. Means a lot that you would remember something like that.”
Xander looked up with something that resembled a shrug. “I always remember stuff you say,” he said, quietly.
“Yeah?”
Buffy mouthed the words ‘sexual tension’ to anyone that was watching. A few heads nodded discretely.
“I remember stuff you say, too, Xan.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
A few sets of eyes wandered about the room and someone started to whistle.
“Actually, I remembered something else you said you liked,” Xander said, holding out his own present. “Um, it’s not much, but I remembered you saying how much you liked them. But, um, it’s kinda stupid. Sorry. Maybe you should open it later.”
“Nonsense, luv. If you bought it, I’ll love it,” Spike said as he carefully removed the ‘Happy Wedding Anniversary’ paper.
“Um, it’s just something I though you’d maybe like. But I totally understand if you don’t like it. It’s just something small and you know me, I tend to get things wrong. I’m not good with the buying presents thing. I’m the wrong sex. Typical man, here. Buy stuff at the last minute then get the nearest female to wrap it. Except, I wrapped that - in the wrong paper, though. But I still wrapped it and that should count for something, right?” Xander finally asked with a nervous laugh and a wish that he’d just stayed gracefully silent.
Spike lifted his present out of the wrapping paper and stared.
“Xan, I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s stupid, right? I’m not sure what I was thinking. I was having my doubts last night and that’s why I forgot the cake. And then I was still worrying about it today so I ended up forgetting the balloons. Thank god Giles seemed to have a worrying amount of them stashed away. I don’t even want to know what he…”
“I love it.”
“You…you do?”
“Xan, it’s a gorilla. Of course I bloody love it! What’s not to love?!”
“Well, you did say that you liked monkeys and gorillas, too. Particularly gorillas. And I did try to get you a real one, but I couldn’t afford the shipping. But then I saw him and I thought of you straight away. You have the same eyes. Um, except that his are blacker and way more beady. Not that I’m saying that you have…” Xander stopped talking mid-babble and he found himself staring into eyes that were completely un-beady.
“I love it,” Spike whispered. “Best present ever. Wanna know why?”
“Because you love gorillas?” Xander guessed.
“Yeah, but mostly I love it because you gave it to me.”
Xander smiled and before his brain could work out where he was and what he was doing, he leaned forward, just barely, and touched his lips to Spike’s. “Happy Birthday, Spike.”
Spike smiled and leaned back in, taking and tasting Xander’s lips with a slow, burning kiss.
“Best Birthday I ever had. And you know, I never believed that birthday wishes came true before now.”
“You wished for a stuffed gorilla?”
“No. I wished for you.”
“Awwwwww,” said everybody else before they all exchanged money and settled what had been a long running bet.
THE END
***
