Yindagger's Birthday Challenge

By Mys and Morrigushout

The Challenge:

*Must be S/X
*Must have sex - I just need the sex
- One character owes another some dry-cleaning
- the following snippet of dialogue "Don't help! It never helps when you help!"
- hidden sexual contact in a room full of people
- a 'they might be giants song'
- the passing of a 1$ bill
- a fish
- the number 34
- the following snippet of dialogue "I'm almost positive I could have phrased that better"
- a camera
- someone blushing

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"Don't help! It never helps when you help!"

Spike pressed himself flat against Xander's back and let his hand drift over the human's chest, rubbing over an already hard nipple before he moved down to lightly brush his fingers over Xander's crotch.

"It always helps you when I help you lose some tension." He growled low in his throat.

Xander took an unsteady breath and closed his eyes as he tilted his head back to lean against Spike's shoulder before he remembered where they were and turned around with a yelp to push Spike away.

"We're at a birthday party for Christ's sake! We can't do *that* in front of all the people!"

Xander looked around and sighed gladly as he saw that no one was watching them.

As he turned back the vampire was pouting. Not a pretty sight.

Ok, big, fat lie, the vampire doing *anything* was a pretty sight. Even watching him not breathing made Xander's knees weak.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to Spike's whining.

"But she *said* she needed the sex."

He looked over at the girl that was dancing on the dance floor, flirting heavily with the good-looking guy on the turntables.

"Yeah, but I don't think *that* was quite what she meant." Xander tilted his head, considering.

"And it doesn't really seem as if she needs us for it. And who would want to watch us having sex anyway?" He turned back to Spike who was smiling at him.

"What?"

"I would."

"You would what?"

"Watch us having sex."

Xander snickered and rolled his eyes. "Narcissist much?"

Spike's grin got even more wicked and Xander started to feel rather uncomfortable.

"You're not really serious about this, right?"

Spike could feel the good mood leave his pet. Xander still didn't get that he was gorgeous and had nothing to hide so he dropped the comment about the film camera that was waiting at home for the right time and shook his head.

"Nah, just kidding. Let's go dancing, k?"

Xander looked around again, debating how the people at the party would react to two guys shaking it up on the dance floor but before he came to terms with the concept Spike sighed, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the middle of the room.

// They are persuaded by the music of the bells//
//They're not responsible for anything they do//

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's neck, once again giving in to the fact that he really *was* shorter than the brunette.

//The people know, the way to go//
//The bells are ringing, they hear the sound//

Xander placed one hand on Spike's hip, the other on the small of his back and pulled him closer, closing his eyes so everything he felt was Spike pressed up against him.

He had never been really good at dancing. He loved it, had always loved it and mostly he just moved to the music, completely lost in it, not knowing how he looked and for once not caring either. But Spike, Spike danced how he fought, how he moved, how he was:

Controlled, elegant and vicious, and Xander was lost, as always.

// The bells are ringing//
//And everyone's walking//
//With arms extended in a trance//

The blond pulled away a bit and rolled his hips sinnfully, always a few inches away from touching Xander. The brunette groaned frustrated as he watched those teasing hips and pulled Spike close again, spinning him around so that he was now pressed against Spike's back.

He held Spike's right hand in his own and his arm was draped around the blond's chest so that Spike was practically embracing himself. Xander's other hand held still onto Spike's narrow hip, fingers playing over the waistband of faded denims.

//Forgetting their washing//
//Neglecting the children//
//They're dropping all businesses at hand//

Spike was rubbing his ass up and down against Xander, doing a good job at making the human miss the beat till he gave up concentrating on the music altogether and focused on Spike moving against him instead. Much better anyway.

//A voice is telling them to act a different way//
//They tilt their heads so they won't miss what it will say//

Dancing with Spike was like having sex upright... or, well, maybe it wasn't cause he had had sex upright with Spike. And horizontal. And diagonal. And every other position.

//And when it's so//
//There's this to know//
//The bells are ringing, they hear the sound//

Xander tilted his head down and sucked Spike's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling a bit before he bit down for real.

"If you keep that up I'll have to..."

He never managed to finish the sentence cause someone squeaked behind him 'Party Games' and Spike turned away, making a face and Xander once again pitied him for his good hearing.

Everyone started to line up and a party game that had something to do with 'sucking and blowing' was announced and Xander knew it would be a bad idea to look at Spike so he didn't.

As he looked at the other end of the room he knew what it was all about. A dollar bill was supposed to be passed between the people standing in the room... without using hands. Sucking and blowing indeed.

When it was Xander's turn he sucked the dollar bill from the girl that was standing in front of him and turned around without dropping it.

Spike was grinning and wiggling his eyebrows and Xander leaned over and just before Spike could suck on the dollar note, Xander dropped it, wrapped an arm around Spike's waist and pulled him close, dipping him low to the ground, to kiss him soundly on the lips.

When he was aware of the whistles and catcalls again, he realized what he had done and almost dropped Spike on the ground, next to the dollar that was lying there, all abandoned and lonely.

They both straightened and Xander grinned sheepishly as Spike licked his lips and bowed to their audience.

Someone was yelling for an encore and Spike already turned back to Xander as if to finish what they had started then and there when suddenly someone caught his upper arm.

"We don't want to spoil our guests now, do we?" Stacy smiled.

"No more party games for you guys, you're not playing them right. Go, get some drinks or something."

Spike grinned and grabbed Xander's hand who was still flustered by his own bluntness.

Spike pulled him to the next room, through the kitchen and into something that looked like a little study-room. There was a table, a small couch, a shelf with a few books and a dim lamp in the far corner of the room.

Before Xander managed to protest, Spike had him pressed up against the desk and was kissing him thoroughly. Xander managed to steady himself with one hand on the desk, knocking over a penholder in the process. The other hand buried itself into Spike's hair and once again he told himself that he *really* should remember to throw away that horrible hair-gel when they got home but Spike was pushing his legs apart and was just starting to crawl on top of him so he was pretty sure that he would stop thinking altogether in about ten seconds and stunningly as it might seem he was okay with that.

Xander lifted his hips and tried to push himself fully up onto the desk to get a bit more comfortable than he was now. He bent over the edge as he hit his head and a swallow (of) cold water spilled over his face.

Spike didn't notice any of that cause he was too occupied with opening Xander's fly with his teeth.

Very. Slowly.

It took all of Xander's brain (which he was fairly sure wasn't where it was supposed to be) to remember how to use his mouth. To talk and not to moan that is.

"Fish."

"Yeah, me too."

Spike mumbled against Xander's still jeans covered thigh before he bit down on it. Xander gasped and threw his head back, once again hitting it and getting another splash of water in the face, which sobered him up, a bit.

"No. Spike. Fish. Stop it."

How was he supposed to make clear sentences when Spike was breathing along the hairline of his belly?

Xander reached down and pulled sharply on the blond locks he managed to get a hold on and Spike looked up and snickered as he took in the sight before him. Xander draped over the desk, Jeans partly open, shirt pushed up, face flustered and his hair dripping of water.

"Why didn't you say you were hitting your head on the aquarium?"

"Cause I thought that 'fish' had much less syllables?"

Spike tilted his head, then nodded, "Pretty fair."

He looked around and caught sight of the couch. "Let's move then, shall we?"

Xander wasn't sure about his talking skills anymore and since it wouldn't help to say "Fish" this time, he just nodded weakly.

Spike swiped him off his feet and carried him to the couch as if he weighed a big nothing.

Xander remained always amazed at how Spike could do that, what with him being pretty bulkier and all, but by now Spike had already gently laid him on the soft cushions, so he stopped wondering and arched his body to meet the mouth which was now torturing his left nipple.

The younger man moaned and carded his fingers through the white strands, keeping his lover's head in place.

Spike caressed Xander's ribs as he sucked on the hard nub, then lowered his fingertips to the boys hips, but soon met the obstacle of the boy's pants.
How Spike could undo the laces on his shoes, remove said shoes, remove his socks, and finally remove both his jeans and boxers, without ever stopping sucking and lapping his nipple, was another thing that left Xander in deep darkness, but who was he to complain?

Oh yeah, the guy whose nipple Spike had just stopped sucking.

He was going to protest when he saw the expression on his vampire's face, and every word died in his throat.

His lover was staring at him in pure awe, eyes dazed and suspiciously moist. He looked… moved.

"What?" Xander asked, bemused.

"If you only… if you could only see yourself now… you're all… all sprawled before me, like that… so open… so… so offered … I love you… you look like that statue with your shirt all pulled up over your chest…God, Xan..."

Xander was speechless: Spike's adoration had left him with no brain, only an almost-bursting heart. But he wouldn't be able to say anything anyway, because as soon as Spike had finished talking, he'd pounced.

Xander was lost in a whirlpool of white flesh, pink lips and blue eyes. Kissing his lover as if there was no tomorrow, Spike got rid of Xander's shirt and of all of his clothes.

As soon as he lifted his hips to slide his own jeans down, Xander found enough coherence to help him, and as their hands entwined over the faded fabric, he thrust up to meet Spike's newly uncovered erection with his own.

Spike whimpered into the kiss he was ravishing the dark-haired boy with, eliciting a smile from said boy, and kicked his pants off.

He caught them before they hit the ground and fumbled in one pocket until he retrieved a squeezed tube from it.

He released Xander's mouth, kissing the boy's chin as he uncapped the tube and collected a dollop of gel on his fingers.

Spike was kissing the man's Adam's apple and approaching the cleft between his cheeks when Xander grabbed his wrist and hissed through clenched teeth:

"You're using what I think you're using as lube? You're putting *that* up my innocent-if-not-untouched ass?!?"

"Now, now, easy pet. I really don't have anything else"

"I already hate that you use that stuff to turn your hair into concrete, I won't let you use it to lubricate me. What if my ass gets all rigid too?" He shuddered at the mere thought.

Spike narrowed his eyes and stated slowly: "So this stuff is good enough to be put in my *hair* but not in your *ass*?"

"No, I think that this stuff shouldn't go in your hair to begin with, you know I like it all soft and wavy."

"And poufy."

"Says the guy who chooses the "Cherub Brightness" shade of bleach."

Spike knelt back on the couch, his face dark. "Well, maybe we should leave it at that."

Xander propped himself on his elbows. "What?"

"You don't seem to be so attracted to the whole sex idea right now. Hell, you don't seem to be attracted to the whole *me* idea right now."

"Hey, hey, hey…" Xander leaned over and kissed Spike's furrowed and lowered brow, and, raining soft kisses on his Vampire's scarred eyebrow, cheekbones and chin. He guided the hand he still clutched between his legs so that the gel touched his puckered opening.

He arched with a hiss at the cool touch and put his foot on the floor to lever himself and give Spike better access.

"I'm attracted to you when you're covered in demon slime, you moron" he grumbled fondly, "You think some cheap hair gel can scare me?"

Spike nuzzled his neck and murmured: "Well if you want to finance some better gel…"

He couldn't finish his offer, because they both tumbled off the couch.

"Ow" said Spike.

"Ow" said Xander.

Chuckling, they climbed back onto the couch and Spike gently kneaded the muscles in Xander's back as he pushed him on his stomach on the cushions.

"Nnnoooooo…" Xander moaned, "Wanna see you…"

Spike smiled and kissed the boy's nape. "Ssshh pet" he whispered gently "You will."

He inserted one gelled finger in the younger man's opening, then another, stretching the tight channel and seeking the nub that always turned his pet into a puddle of happy whimpering goo.

Xander gasped and arched his back like a worm on a hook. Spike smirked. Found it.

He pushed a third finger in the dark-haired man's opening and stretched him some more, then retracted and silenced Xander's whimper of protest with a lick and a kiss on his lower back. The vampire recollected the tube and squeezed some more gel on his hand, then prepared himself thoroughly.
He braced a foot on the floor, then lay one hand on the spot he'd just kissed and took his now raging erection in the other, pushing the tip against Xander's rosette without entering, just teasing it and smearing it with precome.

"Sssspiiiiiike" Xander almost wept.

Spike took pity of him and entered him in one slow and gentle, yet powerful, thrust.

"Aaaaaahhh…" the boy was really, really on the brink of crying' now. "Spike… no… wanna… see…"

The vampire encircled one of his slim but strong arms around Xander's waist and splayed his other hand against the boy's chest, and gently turned the upper half of his lover's body so that their chests and heads were facing each other.

Chocolate eyes stared at him in wonder for a second, a mouth slightly open, then Spike thrust again, and the new angle sent Xander straight to Heaven.
It was a fortune Spike was kissing him right now, because the boy was screaming like the damned. He thrashed restlessly against the smaller, harder body, impaling himself further on his lover's penis.

Soon, Spike lost the calm he'd managed to maintain till now and began to thrust in earnest, gripping the tip of Xander's erection and rubbing his palm over it almost cruelly.

A second after, the couch was ruined.

Powerful spurts of white semen erupted from the younger man's engorged member and spilled through the blond's elegant fingers, landing on the couch seat, back and armrest.

The contraction around his own manhood sent Spike over the edge, and he muffled his howls of pleasure in the crook of Xander's neck.

"Wow" panted the taller man once he'd gained enough breath, resting his head on the slim one's shoulder.

"Yeah, me too." Spike replied smugly. His arms were still entwined around Xander's chest, and he lulled the sated body gently.

Xander took Spike's head in his hands, and kissed him tenderly and slowly.

"Just for that, you earned a whole case of inadequately expensive hair gel." He sighed.

"Hurra." The vampire deadpanned.

"Huh, we stained the couch."

"Uh huh"

"Badly."

"Uh huh" Spike repeated. He could probably have said something more intelligent, but he was too busy licking his fingers.

He stood up to get his pants and threw the boy's onto the couch. He had finished buttoning up his own jeans and went over to help Xander. Well, at least distracting him with little licks along his spine and neck, causing Xander to shudder and arch back, missing the buttonhole again and again. They were both spent but Spike just loved to tease his lover and keep his mind off the fact that they just had sex in a house full of people. Which probably would have worked if...

"And here we see couple 34 sneaking off from the party to get into some smoo..." CLICK. FLASH. SQUEAK.

Stacy dropped her camera when she noticed the scene she had just captured on film.

A halfway dressed Spike wrapped around an equally dressed (or rather un-dressed) Xander, standing in front of her couch and were that really... oh my god!

Xander squeaked again and made a dash to get behind the couch, grabbing his boxers on the way and while he blushed furiously he started to wipe off the stains on the couch.

"We were... I am... the couch... Spike just... "

Spike tilted his head and grinned at Xander's babbling. "I'm almost positive I could have phrased that better". He looked at Stacy who was still trying to *not* look at the couch and shrugged. "Or maybe not."

Xander wiped even harder so he wouldn't have to look at Stacy who was now blushing as well, trying hard to not think about what had just happened in her Dad's study-room. Spike was the only one who was calm and still grinning like the proverbial cat that got the canary... at a birthday party in the backroom.

Xander finished his useless attempt to clean the couch, struggled into his shirt, grabbed the rest of his clothes while he tried to get into his shoes and without looking at Stacy he made it to the door where he stopped, and, without turning back, explained that the party had been great and that they would just go now and that she had his address and that he would, of course, pay the dry-cleaning of the couch. Then he was out of the door, calling back for Spike to hurry up.

Spike shrugged into his shirt, walked over to Stacy, leaned down to kiss her cheek and said: "Lovely party, we'll have to do that again sometime."

He walked to the door but turned back again, calling her name. She turned around with a wary look and he smiled broadly.

"Make sure to send that picture along with the dry-cleaning bill, k pet?"

And with that he was out of the door and gone, leaving the poor girl alone in the room.

How the fuck was she going to explain *that* to her parents?

~Fin~