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Spikey The Snow-Vamp	By : EmeraldGrey Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander was shocked, totally, utterly speechless. Buffy had told him that it was a surprise, but wow...He felt like he'd stepped into the colorful pages of a children's fairy tale. Just like the one's Jesse's Mom used to read to him and Jesse and Willow, when they were little..and had sleep overs.

Wow..he was,... What's that word? Oh, yeah..gobsmacked...

Xander's hungry look scanned the room once more. He blinked, squeezed his brown eyes tightly shut.. Then slowly opened them again, as if afraid it was all some cruel joke.

As if someone or something could in a blink of an eye, erase all of this. All of it.

He stumbled at that thought. At the thought of losing Spike, and his friends, his family..His home, his safety. And, the dreadful feelings washed over him, covering him like an avalanche of cold hard facts. Icy truths.

As he heavily leaned against Spike, he felt a cool strong arm curl around his waist.

Spike took the full brunt of his lovers sudden weight, looking at Xander in surprise.

What tha fuck? First the boy had looked like he was gonna break out into a bloody Snoopy Dance..then..then... Spike NEVER wanted to see THAT look on his boy's face ever again. He had looked so scared, so lost..Spike had smelt the waves of misery and pure fear just rolling off of Xander. It frightened him too. For once, he truly did not know what to do. So, he'd offered Xander the shelter of his arms, of his embrace..

That one small gesture, was all it took, as a huge Xander grin replaced the sadness.

Spike could tell, after all, he'd spent many years watching Xander, feeling, smelling his many emotions. Xander was like a bouquet of human emotions, and a magician at hiding them from everyone. Well �cept him. And, as Spike looked deep into Xander's sparking brown eyes, he found himself catching an un-needed breath.

Damn! Xander had grown up into such a handsome man!..He'd been a beautiful teenager..with his large soulful chocolate-brown eyes..full lips just begging to be kissed..Young lean body..And, now, look at him! Those eyes had seen so much, still just as beautiful though, although more dark... deeper Whiskey rich, more mature..And, those lips, they now held a more sensual curve..As if inviting Spike to taste them..So, he did.

The kiss was soft, at first, then deepening into a more urgent need..As if both men were afraid to stop, Spike moaned, as Xander reaching down, cupping his bulge with expert fingers, tracing those trembling fingertips up and down the rapidly expanding shaft. Spike moaned into his mouth, and deepened the kiss even more, running his own hands urgently up and down, and all over Xander�s strong arms, as his slender fingers found purchase on Xander�s large, firm biceps. Quickly, Xander unbuckled Spikes belt, un-buttoned his pants, and ripping them open, shoved them down hard, to fall against the Vampire's worn Docs. Ohh, commando...

His hands were now both massaging the Vampires heavy sac, and stroking his hard cock, moaning himself now, as he felt the same things being done to him..They both kicked away their pants, and tore off their shirts, then they were standing there, nude. Wordlessly, Spike led him to the couch, and as they sank down onto the softness, they never broke the kiss.. They didn't want to stop..They couldn't stop..For if they did, that would mean....only one thing..that it was all just a dream..a beautiful, wonderful dream...

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Spike felt himself smile into the kiss. Hot fuckin' damn the Whelp could sure as fuck kiss!.. He was damn silly, jolly fuckin' happy...Soul? Gods, how lame!

Just the look on Xander face alone, had made everything worth it. And, if Red truly had found that spell, well, he'd died and gone to Heaven.. Ahhh, yes Heaven..that was what he held now in his arms..His own Xander-shaped Heaven. Spike smiled again, and rolled, so that Xander....

**************************************tiny evil grin***********************

"AAAAAAGH!"

A huge 'crash' and muttered "shit" was heard from inside Xander�s bedroom.

"BLOODY FUCKIN' 'ELL!"

A similar, although not so large 'thump' was echoed inside the closet that now housed Spike, formerly known as William The Bloody.

Anya smirked.

She had been on her way to Paris, to reek havoc and mayhem on a nasty man who's girlfriend had summoned her out of a very nice dream.

She pouted. Why should they have a good dream, when mine was so ruined?

She had last minute decided to pop over and check on Xander, and tell him that she would not be able to meet him for breakfast after all. They had mended fences, and had tried to stay friends, despite the fact that Xander had embarrassed her into a new dimension by leaving her and her broken, tattered bleeding heart at the alter, forcing her to endure all of the sympathy that had been heaped up on her slender shoulder by well meaning friends, and family, forcing her to return to Vengeance, to once again wear the mask of a Demon. Plus, she had to do that little favor...

Anya had decided, to let by-gones be..and, had reluctantly accepted his stuttering invitation just yesterday. It was to be the first time they had been alone in months.

Anya had figured she'd make the Paris trip two-fold, and buy something that would drop Xander to his knees, (where in HER mind he so belonged!) begging her to take his worthless ass back..Yes, she was gonna buy something so sexy, so sinful..so..But, like everything else in her pathetic life, that plan had been brought to a screeching dusty halt.

Speaking of 'dusty'..Hmm, she'd love to 'dust' that damn Vampire that now resided in Xander�s closet!..hell, Buffy might even throw her a party!...

No, wait scratch that..cause, it was all BUFFY'S damn fault to begin with!

It was Buffy that had brought the stupid Vamp to her Xander in the FIRST place! Anya shook her head, her mind still trying to wrap around that one.

Why the FUCK would a Vampire Slayer, give a rats ass to what happened to a Vampire?

She shrugged conceding that, yeah, okay, Spike HAD been a good lay..but, really, what was BUFFY'S excuse anyway? Just because he now had a stupid SOUL? Psht! She'd had said as much to a shocked Willow, earning her an expected glare, when the little red-headed Witch had babbled the news to her a few weeks ago, and had talked her into doing that little 'favor'... Then it was Anya's turn to glare. "I'll do it," Anya had hissed to Willow's 'resolve' face.

"Hrumph! Silly Xander, stupid Spike! Dreaming about each other, how dare they?" She muttered, her look becoming grimmer as she remembered the look on HIS face, as he'd stroked the Vampire, and kissed him so hard, so deeply, and with so much passion..

Grrrr.

"Xander never kissed ME like that!..I wonder if he's gay? And, psht! Spike? Why in the name of D�Hoffryn, was he kissing Spike??"

Anya wondered aloud.

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Xander was stunned.

As he sat on his cold hard floor, he moved one cheek of his ass to the side, gingerly checking it, to see if he was okay. His head hurt too, where he'd bumped it. As he rubbed his head looking over at his Spider man lamp, Tears filled his eyes.

Jessie had given him that lamp, the Christmas before he'd been turned into..a thing..a Vampire.

The lamp was toast. As was his alarm clock, and the model airplane he'd been working on..all of it, smashed. He must of hit it off of the night stand, dresser beside his bed..He looked at it once more then sighed..Cause it was...

"Fucked, just like my life.." Xander muttered to himself..Wiping at his eyes, feeling his body fill with the icy self loathing he knew all too well...

Then it hit him..Hard...

He brought shaking fingers up to touch his mouth, remembering the passionate kiss that he and Spike had shared, just moments ago in his dream. As felt himself hardening..looking down he gasped and he noticed for the first time, a wetness in his crotch area.

Shit! He'd cum in his boxers!

******************************************(snicker)..and, in the other room***

As Spike sat on the cold, hard floor, he realized two things. One, he really needed some fucking carpet in here, and two, why the fuck WAS he IN here? Christ in a tea kettle!

He was a fucking MASTER Vampire for fuck sake! That little doe eyes whelp-of-a-wanker- goody-goody- Scooby, should be BLOODY honored to just be in his bloody presence! GGAHHHH! He hung his head in shame. What had he been reduced to?

Spike took in a deep un-needed breath, then froze. Then, sniffed the air. fuck...fuck... FUCK..

"No way, no sodden, bleedin' fuckin' way!" He muttered, jumping to his feet, and throwing open the closet door, he bellowed, "Oi!..... ANYANKA!"

Totally uncaring that he was, well, nude, he stomped out to the livingroom, and glared at her.

Anya just stood there smirking, slowly looking him, up and down, then up and down, pausing on his 'charms'.

Which to her surprise, was slowly growing smaller. She turned the startled gaze up to Spikes red face.

"What's wrong Spike, don't I turn you on anymore?" She asked, truly curious.

And, then, she jumped, at the indignant squeak of Xander's "Anya! Spike?! What the fuck is going on out here?!"

********************************************(Giggle)..just moments earlier..**

Xander had sighed once again, and sat on the edge of his bed..As he held his head in his hands, his elbows biting into his thighs, deep in thought..Why had he dreamed of Spike?......Those musings how ever had been cut short, as he'd tumbled off the bed, startled to an inch of his life by Spike's very loud bellow.

Hello, Mr. Vampire! Neighbors much? gggr, Xander thought and he'd had gotten up, and was gonna go tell off that self-centered, cheezy-chips-stealing, blood-sucking.., towels-on-the-bathroom-floor-throwing, pain-in-his-ass-'roomie'..(ha, what a fuckin' laugh!)..

Just 'what was the fuckin' what' at Chez Xanders!

Throwing open the door, he stormed out of the room, ready to lay into Spike.

Xander feet came skidding to a halt so fast, he bumped right smack dab into Spike.

A nekid, red-faced, um, hard? (gah!) Spike!

Quickly Xander wiggled, and tried to push himself away, only to find himself being held, 'firmly' by the now smirking Vampire. The very 'strong' nude Vampire.

Spike, upon suddenly finding himself with an armful of Xander, noticed a few things.

One, Xander was blushing. Two, Xander was hard, three, Xander's colorful silky Scooby Doo printed boxers were damp. Hmm, interesting.....

Spike paused, and as he sniffed the air.. a smirk played on his full lips...Ah, yes..four..Xander was aroused.

And, as Spike saw the sudden dawning realizations on the Vengeance Demons face as she watched the two men embracing, just like they had in their dreams, (of course minus that killer kiss) The smirk turned into a full on grin. A, nasty, evil grin.

He waited, knowing it was coming.

"Well, Spike," Anya quipped, miffed that SHE had not done what just holding Xander had done, so obviously well.

"Looks like you're not only sleeping in a closet, you've come OUT of it too?" Anya inquired, slender brow arched. Her own smile turning just as nasty.

Spike, ignoring the stuttering, muttering, red-faced Xander now standing next to him replied,

"Aww, what's the matter Luv?" He taunted, advancing on her slowly, and with his muscles rippling, his gameface morphed and his fangs dropped, he stalked slowly toward her.. ...like a large cat.

He almost purred...As he silkily asked her, "Are you upset cause just the 'thought' of you, the mere 'sight' of you makes me willy shrivel?"

Spike threw her a nasty leer, and as he turned to look at Xander, Spike found himself looking at air, because Xander was no longer there.

Xander had rushed back into his room, stepping, hopping, carefully avoiding the glass on the floor from the broken lamp, and after snatching his blanket off of his bed, he was now thrusting it at the nude (OMG!) smirking Vampire, that was standing in his livingroom, looking like he wanted to go ten rounds with his ex-fiancé' who was now a very POWERFUL Vengeance Demon!

As he saw her beautiful face morph into the ugly veiny one he shuddered.

FUCK a DUCK, and, Mother, Mary & Jesophat, could his life just possibly get any more weird?

As Spike took the spread from the Humans trembling hands, he could feel the fear, the sadness pouring off of Xander, just like it had in the dream.

Sod it all! Spike covered himself up as best he could with the bulky blanket, and plopped himself down on the sectional furniture. His bright blue eyes fixed on the upcoming play before him. Kinda reminded him of Passions, his favorite Soap on the telly.

Xander cleared his throat, and as he took a deep steadying breath, he looked right down into Anya's dark eyes.

"Anya, Alexander Bell spent many sleepless nights inventing the Telephone..I know you have one..Next time, use it."

"But, Xander" She whined, her Demon face receding, and melting back into her own beautiful one..

Xander held up a large hand.

"Save it Anya," He replied, glaring at her.

"Ayn, it's late, I have to be to work in two hours, I have fallen out of my bed, twice now.." Xander's large hand formed two fingers.

Spike snorted.

"Yeah, right, Whelp, flip 'er off for me as well!" Looking at Anya he slowly mouthed.."Bi..t...ch".

Xander glared at him, blushed, dropped his hands to his sides, and looked at his toes. Then, he looked up at his annoying house guest.

The now blanket covered Vampire was just sitting there, watching them. Just sitting on his sectional furniture watching his life like it was some demented play.

It..just.. pissed.. him.. off!

"Spike, I don't need any help from the bleached section!" He all but growled.

Spike shot him back a look, then looked at Anya.

Who turning away, pointedly ignored him.

Instead, she turned towards Xander, and her slender arms went around his waist, as she tried to hug him. Xander sighed, his own arms remained slack at his sides, his head dropped to his chest.

He knew she'd never shut the fuck up, and, he SO needed to change his boxers, which were beginning to feel all 'ick' and, he SO needed some FUCKIN' SLEEP! Vampire hunting with Buffy and the Bleached One..Damn, was slowly taking it's toll on him. He was not as young as he once was, and, hells bells, they had fuckin' super powers!

She tried again to get Xander to listen.

"Xander, see, I got a Vengeance call, and um, I was popping over here to let you know that I could not make breakfast, cause I had to go to Paris.." She paused, taking a deep breath, babbled on..Then, I heard you moaning, I was worried, so I popped into our..er, YOUR, your bedroom, and I touched your forehead." Her voice trailed as Xander shoved her clinging hands away.

He was disgusted just by her touching him. They had talked about this before. Dreams were private..

He was SO shocked! She'd invaded his thoughts!

Then,... he got very pissed,... again.

His voice low, and very quiet, as he said,

"Anya, have a safe trip. Leave, leave now."

And then he turned around, and looked at his un-dead roommate.

"Spike, just, go on back to bed." He told the nosy Vampire.

Spike, who had been listening, and watching it all with interest, was offended at Xander's condescending tone.

"Oi, now! I'm not bloody 10 years old Mate! Don't talk to me as if I were a soddin' baby!"

Xander watched as he pouted, that luscious full bottom lip just begging to be sucked, and licked, and..Oh shit! LIPS! Lips of Spike! And dear God, could he sound more like Buffy?

What in the Hell was wrong with him! First the dream..Now this??!

Anya snorted, and with a wave of her arms, the room was minus one Vengeful Vengeance Demon.

Xander, stumbled his way to the kitchen, and asked over his shoulder if Spike wanted anything? He grabbed the broom and dust pan to sweep up the mess in his room. He was gonna grab a snack when he finished, and was being polite to his guest in inquiring of his needs.

He about wet himself, when he felt the soft lips of said Vampire at the shell of his ear.

"Why Mate?" Spike all but purred, as he licked a tiny trace up and down Xander's ear rim.

"Whatcha got ta offer me?" He whispered, his cool mouth leaving hot traces.

He smirked, and watched as the blanket dropped, and Xander's big anime eyes became even more round.

Spike laughed, as he turned to walk away, making sure to strut just enough to make his ass wiggle with each smooth step.

Xander just stood there, his mouth open, as his once loose silk boxers suddenly becoming very uncomfortable, and kinda tight. (GAH!, nekid, sexy assed Spike..he mind babbled)

Instead, he sputtered, "Wha, what are you doing?!"

Spike just kept on walking. When he reached his room, he found his black jeans, and shimmed into them, leaving the top two buttons un buttoned.

They slung low on his hips as he walked, no stalked, back into the room and up to Xander, and he smirked, "Luv, you should go put something on..."

Xander 'eeped' as he watched the Vampire's eyes travel up and down his body, finally resting, 'there'...

Spike's laughter trailed after him, as he sprinted towards his room, clutching the broom and dust pan to his chest for dear life and all but jumped inside, slamming the door shut.

Spike stopped laughing, bent over, grabbed the black remote control and flicked on the television.

Shrugging to himself at Xander's more than usual strange behavior, he shrugged again and sank back into the furniture to enjoy an HBO movie.

Spike licked his lips, he could still taste Xander on his mouth. Damn, but that dream had felt so real.

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Xander sat in the 'middle' of his bed this time. His long legs drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. He'd just finished cleaning up the glassy mess, and was sitting here, thinking...Careful to stay in the 'middle'..cause, well,

He was not taking any chances, as he heard the opening movie credits for National Lampoon's 'Christmas Vacation" playing...He smiled, thinking about the chubby misfit Santa.....He loved that movie.

Spike was very capable of making loud noises, and, hearing his laughter..Xander had to smile.

The man sure knew how to laugh. It was a buttery rich, deep Bourbon smooth laugh..

Er, wait a min..hold up..Since when do we refer to 'Spike' as a 'man'? Then, he wondered what part of the cartoon was tickling the Vampires funny bone?

The part where the little rotund St. Nick gets stuck in the chimney? Or, when he slides down the outside Christmas lights holding on for dear life to a metal candy cane, breaking the bulbs on the way, and glowing like he drank neon, when he hits metal and gets fried? Xander loved that part! Almost as much as when Chevy Chase gets really silly & takes his family out for a good ole fun, filled Griswold family Christmas! Too funny!

Xander started as he heard Spike's velvety voice singing along with the movie.

"Christmas vacation, Christmas vacation, I'm so glad it's Christmas vacation!"

Smiling, Xander had hummed along. As the catchy tune came to an end, he realized something.

Christmas Vacation! Crap! He'd forgotten he was now on vacation? What was wrong with him? Now, he understood how and why he'd asked Anya out for breakfast. It was almost Christmas, and that was a time, well, for Peace on Earth, good will to, um, others. Right?

So, why not start with the Vampire in your living room? Asked both his Hyena and Soldier. Yeah, why not. Besides, it was his vacation, sure it was almost er, something in the early morning. He glanced down at his now broken clock on the floor.

His stomach growled. He was hungry dammit. He felt silly, hiding here in his room, while his un-dead house guest was out there enjoying HIS cable, that HE paid for.

.Fuck this..

Xander got up, and walked out of the room, and straight to the kitchen, passing go, and not collecting any kisses from the Vampire on his couch sections, who sat giggling helplessly like a toddler with a toy.

"Har..Hhehehe, Harris!" Spike sputtered.

"You, *giggle* have bloody got to watch this! HEEHEHEH!!" Spike was now practically rolling on the living room floor, thanks to the amazing antics of Actor Chevy Chase, A.K.A. 'Sparky' A.K.A. 'Clark Griswold.'

Xander chuckled. He knew how Spike felt. Next to doing the Snoopy Dance, and watching the Charlie Brown Christmas movie, watching this movie too, was one of his traditions.

He finished up in the kitchen, and as he handed the Vampire his heated cup of blood, he prayed Spike finish it quickly, before he became a fountain, and sprayed it all over, from laughing so much and so hard.

Spike must of sensed Xander's unease, because he smiled his thanks, and drained the cup, and placed it back into Xander's hands before morphing back to his handsome human face, hardly missing a Chevy antic.

Xander shrugged, and set the cup down on the coffee table. Then, he stood there, feeling weird. A huge part of him wanted to sit down on the sectional, with Spike. Another part of him, didn't want to encourage the Vampire. But, before he could decide, strong arms grabbed him, and held him fast against a cool bare chest.

Gah! Bare chested Spike!

Xander wiggled at the sudden shock of cool flesh against his warm skin. Spike just rolled his eyes as he grabbed the colorful throw laying across the back of the sectional, and draped it down and around them both, as he snuggled Xander closer to him, nuzzling his face in Xander�s shoulder. Xander felt himself relax, and melt into the embrace.

Soon, both men were giggling and helplessly wiping at their eyes.

************************Hmm, while across town...evil giggle****

"Well, I hope that worked." Buffy muttered, grimacing from the cramp in her legs, that was brought on from sitting crossed legged with Dawn and Willow in a circle. She waited patiently as Willow opened the circle, to allow herself and Dawn to exit.

Willow smiled.

Dawn grinned.

Standing, Willow walked counter-clock wise, and broke the sacred circle.

Dawn jumped up first. Then giggling, reached down and hauled the grumpy Slayer to her feet with a quick jerk, nearly sending the older girl across the room.

"Dammit Dawn!" Buffy sputtered, regaining her footing.

"Oopsies!" Dawn laughed. "Sorry Buff, kinda keep forgetting, Slayer strength and all, ...Mine!" She crowed, sticking out her tongue.

She play slapped at the older Summers girl.

Buffy rolled her eyes, Willow smiled.

"Wills," Buffy asked, ignoring her bratty teenage sister. "Um, do ya think it worked?"

"Yeah Buffy, I do. Um, I mean, it wasn't like we caused anything to happen, um, it was a 'hearts desire' dream spell. Whatever was in their hearts, what they desired the most, would be revealed to them in their dreams. As soon as Anya gets here, we'll know 'what's the what' and all of that..stuff"

Dawn had to ask. "Willow, what if what you suspect is true, are you guys ready for that?"

Buffy and Willow both blushed, and were saved any further embarrassment, as their partner in crime arrived, with the scoop.

"Willow, Buffy, Dawn," Anya said. "Brace yourselves, it's worse than we thought!"

Willow sat down quickly on the edge of Buffy�s bed, dragging Buffy down with her.

Her mind stumbled on all that Anya was telling her. As she exchanged looks, and ideas with the others, she realized one thing, something had to be done, and she was just the Witch to do it!

dum, dum, daa!......tbc....evil giggle..aaww! bite me...lol..
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