Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter One
“Hi!” Xander said cheerfully as he bounced into the Magic Box. “What’s going on tonight?”
“Research,” Buffy said dully. “Lots of musty old book reading.”“Cool,” Xander said, grinning. Spike looked warily at the boy. Since when did Xander like to research?
“Here,” Giles murmured, thrusting a book at the youth. Xander accepted it and took a seat at the table.
“So, anyone know what day it is?” Xander asked hopefully.
“Wednesday,” Willow said distractedly.
“Uh,” Xander started. “Specifically?”
Giles glared at Xander, who was most definitely not researching. He reached over onto the counter and picked up a calendar, dropping it on top of Xander’s closed book. One long Watcher’s finger pointed to a day on it. “Now that we have determined the precise day, month, year and moon phase, could you please open that book and glean what you can, if that is anything at all, about Ghash demons?”
Xander nodded slowly and set the calendar on the table. He opened the book and started flipping pages slowly, looking for the requested demon.
Spike watched the boy. Something was up; Xander didn’t normally react to the group this way. Hmm…
Two hours later Xander was sent on a coffee mission. “If you would, bring back an extra box of doughnuts,” Giles said, giving the boy more money. Spike stood up and went outside to smoke a cigarette while Xander walked to the coffees shop. The brunette spared a glare for the blonde as he left.
Once Xander was out of sight, Spike opened the boy’s wallet, which he’d just lifted, and confirmed his suspicions. “Bloody bastards didn’t remember?” He murmured to himself. Shaking his head, he put Xander’s wallet to rights and went back inside. He planted the wallet next to Xander’s seat and took his own place in the corner. He had the only book in the shop that adequately covered Ghash demons, but he wasn’t about to tell the others that. At least not until they were significantly more frustrated than they currently were.
“Coffee!” Xander chirped, obviously happier than he’d been when he left. “Lattes, mochas, and a frappe. Ugh. Frappe just sounds bad.”
“Research,” Giles said sourly. “This is not a comedy club.”
Xander sighed and went back to his seat, reluctantly giving up the doughnuts. “Hey, my wallet! I wondered where I left it.”
•••
“Er, well, I need to go home,” Xander said tiredly. “Work and all that, you know.” Giles barely spared a glance for the young man as he waved him off. Willow and Buffy didn’t even bother, just grunting a bit as he stood. “See ya ‘round,” He muttered as he fetched an extra stake and headed for the door. Spike had rather thoughtfully left it open when he’d taken off a few minutes earlier.
“Home sweet hell,” Xander whined as he let himself into his apartment. The walk home had been blessedly quick and nasty-free. Unfortunately that meant that he was still hyper and wound up, although that would soon change. It was 11:45 pm and he was alone. “This sucks so bad,” He said to himself.
The young man was about halfway though his evening rituals of comfort clothes, hygiene procedures and a beer when someone knocked on the door. He grinned and ran excitedly to it, knowing that Willow and Buffy were on the other side. He opened the door, about to grab them into a hug.
“Spike?”
Spike cocked his head to one side, smelling the sudden shift from alright to not-alright in the boy’s scent. Well, he wasn’t Red or the Slayer, but he was all the boy was gonna get tonight. While Xander was stuck there in the doorway, Spike let himself in, having been previously invited, and shut the door, locking it as he did so. He stepped forward, pushing Xander back.
“Er, why are you here, Spike?” Xander asked. This was not what he meant when he’d wished for a bit more company on this particular day.
Spike just walked Xander back towards the wall separating his bedroom and living room. Xander was a bit to dazed and weary to notice what was going on until Spike had him flush against he wall. The vampire pressed their bodies together and reached up slightly, ghosting a soft kiss across Xander’s mouth.
“Ahh…” Xander hissed, jolted at the contact. His reality shifted a bit, turned this way and that, and developed a slight warp. Spike had just kissed him. The bleached menace, big bad, slayer of slayers, had just kissed him. On the mou… Well, he did it again. This time it wasn’t so light, more of a firm peck, gone as soon as he felt it.
Spike trailed his lips over Xander’s cheek, pausing briefly to smile as he kissed the boy again. This had been such a good idea. Besides, who’d have thought that Spike, of all people, would think of the perfect thing for Xander? Hmm? Oh, yeah, and he wanted the boy anyway. But that was beside the point.
“Spike?” Xander managed to force out. Spike made a questioning noise as he kissed Xander’s ear, letting his tongue just brush the cartilage. Xander jumped noticeably at that. “What’s, uh, going on here?”
Spike didn’t bother to answer. He just returned to Xander’s mouth and jumped in, twisting their tongues together in a slippery mass of sensation that Xander couldn’t identify if he tried. The brunette relaxed against the door, hands unknowingly coming up to hold Spike in place. The blonde reached between their bodies, touching Xander here and there, rubbing and pinching. Still his mouth ravaged Xander’s, teasing him with decades of expertise.
Xander tried to wonder about what Spike was doing. Really, he did. But Spike was really, really good at kissing.
The blonde tugged on Xander’s sleep pants, edging the elastic down. He pulled the boy away from the wall slightly, easing the way of the garment as it fell to the floor. Xander yelped when his bare ass hit the wall and he tried to pull away. Spike just fell to his knees and swallowed the boy’s already-hard cock.
“Christ!” Xander screamed as Spike took most of his erection into his mouth. It was cold and wet and cold and tight and ah, people couldn’t really do *that*, could they? He stared down in awe as Spike took him all the way in, swallowing repeatedly. That cold(hot) tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, massaging the vein there. Spike pulled back, sucking hard on the glans. One slender hand wrapped around Xander’s balls, squeezing and stroking, while the other latched onto a hip, slowly drawing Xander into the act. The brunette began thrusting at the pace Spike set, trying hard not to ram himself into the blonde’s mouth. He gave up trying to figure out what was going on. Hells, he knew exactly what was happening. He was getting the best blowjob he’d ever had.
Spike grinned around Xander’s cock and let the boy move a bit faster. He swallowed again, using the one hand to tickle Xander’s perineum. The boy yelped appreciatively, so Spike did it again, even as he began to move his mouth with increasing speed.
Xander held on for dear life, although there wasn’t anything to hold onto, while Spike blew his mind via his dick. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his own blood-darkened cock disappearing into that pale mouth, then sliding back out. Spike’s ivory skin and nearly white hair contrasted starkly with the boy’s own black pubic hair, meeting and separating as they moved against each other. He felt it begin, that tight coil at the base of his spine. No, this wasn’t going to end, it was going to end now, too quickly, he wanted it to go on forever but his cock was throbbing and his balls wanted to just secede and live in Spike’s hands and that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
Spike knew the boy was close, so close to coming he was scared of it. The vampire drew back and sucked on the head of Xander’s cock one last time, bringing the hand on Xander’s hip around to jack off the rest of the boy’s erection. Xander froze, a low moan floating out of his throat, as he climaxed, filling Spike’s mouth with warm, living fluid as lightening ripples of ecstasy raced through his veins.
Once Spike was sure the boy wouldn’t fall over, he released Xander’s flesh and stood up. Xander was collapsed against the wall again, panting. “Ah,” Xander began, trying to get his eyes open. Spike shook his head and laughed, still tasting the boy in his mouth. He reached for Xander, pulling the boy into a hug. Xander returned it automatically, jumping when Spike’s hand fell firmly on his ass—hard enough to make a nice, loud smacking sound, but not enough to hurt. “Gah!” Xander shouted in surprise.
Spike pulled away, figuring the kid was awake enough now to find a stake and run him off. “Ta pet, lovely party. Happy birthday and all that,” He threw over his shoulder as he made for the door. Maybe he shouldn’t have locked it.
Xander stared at the vampire, not caring that he was standing half naked in his living room. Birthday? Spike had remembered, or found out, that it was his birthday? And *that* was his present? The blonde made clear into the hallway before Xander broke free of his sex-and-shock induced paralysis. Xander ran to the door, feeling enough of a draft to tell him not to actually leave his apartment.
“Spike?” Xander called down the hall. Spike stopped. After a few seconds, he slowly turned around.
“Yeah?” Spike murmured, really wanting to be somewhere else when a stake came flying through the door. Well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe he should’ve considered Xander’s utter straightness.
“I’m 22 today,” Xander reminded the vampire.
“I know,” Spike replied, not really understanding. Xander grinned evilly.
“You only spanked me once.” Spike stared at the boy.
“Right.” The vampire was through the door and had Xander against it in less than a second. Maybe the boy wasn’t so straight after all…
“So how’d you figure out it was my birthday?” Xander asked curiously as Spike divested him of the rest of his clothing.
“Wallet,” Spike murmured, rather obviously appreciating the boy’s newly bared chest.
“You picked my wallet?” Xander said incredulously. He slapped at Spike’s hands.
“You were acting off today. Figured it had something to do with your birthday. Seem to recall it being around this time of year,” Spike murmured, distracted by the boy’s lovely skin. “Do you really want to argue about how it is I figured out it was your birthday, or do you want to earn your next spanking?” He asked when Xander tried to stop him again.
Xander eyed the vampire. Oh my, what a difficult decision. “I’ve got this great, big bed in there…” Xander told Spike, who simply picked him up and carried him into the next room.
“Better, pet?” Spike asked as Xander fell back onto the bed.
“Getting there. Get naked, Spike. You’ve got 21 more sex acts to perform before morning.”
Spike grinned. The boy wasn’t gonna walk for a week.