Length: 1340 words
Spoilers: Nothing specifically, entire series to be on the safe side.
Summary: Spike brings Xander a birthday cake, even though it isn’t Xander’s birthday.
Notes: PWP. I originally started writing this for truly_tazi’s birthday back in August. Now, two months to the day, I’ve finally finished it for fall_for_sx. Happy Belated Birthday, truly_tazi!! *hugs*
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written: October 2, 2007
“Birthday cake,” Spike said as he slammed the silverware drawer shut with a twist of his hip that almost had Xander forgetting about the bakery box sitting in the middle of the table, and then reached for the cupboard where Xander kept the paper plates.
“It’s not my birthday.” Xander opened the bakery box and read the top of the cake. “Happy Birthday Tammy.” He gasped. “Oh my god, you stole Tammy’s cake! Tammy is birthday-cake-less!”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Did not.”
“You did, right there, proof!” He stabbed his finger at the cake, got a little to close and ended up with icing on the tip of his finger. “Oops.” Xander licked the icing off. “Mmm, good.”
Spike gave Xander one of his evil grins, the one that said Xander was going to do something naughty, bad, wrong, and he was going to enjoy it -- he being Xander. Though usually Spike enjoyed it, too -- and held out one of the forks. Xander made a face at Spike and snatched the fork out of his hand.
“I need milk,” he said before Spike could sit down.
“‘Course you do,” Spike said, and got out the milk, a bag of blood, and two glasses.
“You’re gonna ruin perfectly good cake,” Xander said, his mouth full of chocolate cake, fork stabbing towards the bag of blood.
“Shut your gob,” Spike said. He watched with a look of mild disgust tempered by awe as Xander chewed the large forkful of cake he’d shoved into his mouth. “There are plates, you know.” Spike shoved the paper plates towards Xander with one hand as he poured the milk into a glass with the other.
“No knife,” Xander said through the cake in his mouth, even as he reached into the bakery box to scoop out another forkful.
“You’d think I never fed you,” Spike said. Xander just grinned at him, the white of the icing and the chocolate of the cake having mixed to make it look, disturbingly, like Xander had rotten teeth.
Shaking his head, Spike poured some blood into a glass and heated it up in the microwave before sitting down at the table with Xander. By then Xander had gobbled up what amounted to a single piece of cake and was working on his second. It was a good thing his boy worked construction during the day and patrolled at night, or he’d have turned into a large couch potato at this rate.
After eating about two-thirds of the first row, Xander set his fork down and groaned. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly. “I can’t believe you let me eat all that!”
Luckily Spike’s mouth was full of cake or he’d have reminded Xander that Spike hadn’t let him do anything. He just raised his eyebrow as he took a sip of blood to wash the cake down.
“What? No! I said thank you. Didn’t I?”
“Must not have been able to get it out around the cake,” Spike said, then reached into the bakery box and scooped up a glob of frosting with his finger.
Xander leaned forward and ran his hand up Spike’s leg. “Aww, Spike, I’m sorry.” Xander’s hands kept sliding up Spike’s legs and Xander’s body followed his hands until he’d transferred himself from his chair to straddling Spike’s lap. “Thank you,” Xander said, planting a kiss on the end of Spike’s nose. “Thank you so much for the cake. How can I eve—.”
Xander cut off speaking when Spike swiped the glob of frosting across his lips. He stared at Spike in shock, then flicked his tongue out to lick a bit of the frosting off, which suddenly sounded like a good idea, so Spike curled his fingers around Xander’s nape to hold him in place and leaned forward to clean the frosting off Xander’s lips with his own tongue.
Xander’s tongue darted out in an attempt to claim some of the frosting for himself, or to capture Spike’s tongue, but Spike growled and distracted Xander by squeezing his ass. Xander moaned and shimmied his hips closer to Spike.
When Spike was done he mashed their lips together and pressed his tongue into Xander’s mouth. Xander moaned as if he’d been given a prize and suckled on Spike’s tongue in an apparent attempt to get every last taste of frosting off it. Spike didn’t mind that at all because Xander was also pressing their groins together and rubbing eagerly against Spike.
Spike broke the kiss and gave Xander a little push.
Xander stared at him, hooded eyes filling with confusion. “Spike, what?”
Xander’s eyes darkened. “You have the best ideas. Come on.”
Xander’s shirt came off as he raced to the bedroom. He was pushing his sweat pants down his legs, ass in the air and wiggling in a very enticing manner, when Spike followed him into the bedroom. As soon as he was naked, Xander jumped onto the bed and looked at Spike expectantly.
“What are you waiting for?”
Spike kicked his boots off, then climbed onto the bed. Xander finally noticed the finger Spike was carefully holding away from everything.
“What’s that for?”
Spike touched his finger to one of Xander’s nipples, leaving just a dab of frosting behind, then leaned down and licked it off. He suckled the nipple to make sure he’d left no remnants of sugar behind.
Xander gasped and shivered. “Oh.”
Spike moved on to Xander’s other nipple, then just above his belly button, the spot on the inside of his ankle, his neck, where Spike took his time, making sure he traded the frosting for a red mark that Xander would still bear the next day, before he swiped some of the frosting along the length of Xander’s cock.
Xander whimpered as Spike thoroughly licked the frosting off with little flicks of his tongue, then slid his mouth down over Xander’s cock and sucked. With a little cry, Xander bucked up, his hands coming to rest on the back of Spike’s head. Spike moaned around Xander’s cock and let Xander fuck his mouth, only pulling off when he knew Xander was getting close.
Ignoring Xander’s cry of protest, Spike flipped him over and wiped the rest of the frosting between Xander’s cheeks. Xander’s cry of protest turned into one of need. Spike didn’t make either of them wait, but immediately spread Xander’s cheeks and began cleaning the frosting from his crease. Only when he’d removed all traces of icing did Spike stab his tongue inside Xander’s hole.
Xander, who hadn’t been quiet since Spike’s tongue touched him, shoved back, fucked himself on Spike’s tongue, his cries turning desperate. Spike sucked and licked and bit, and Xander shook, his voice rising and falling, until his body froze, his cries silenced, and he came, spurting his release, spattering his chest and the bedding beneath him.
Spike shoved his jeans down, finally freeing his own aching erection, and immediately sheathed it inside Xander’s body. Xander groaned as Spike filled him. Spike held Xander up, fingers gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, and thrust into him. The groans turned into mewling little whimpers as Spike aimed for Xander’s prostate, slamming over it again and again until Xander was once more trembling beneath him.
“Gonna make you come again,” Spike said. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Xander threw his head back. “Oh, fuck.” The muscles in his arms and legs were shaking as he pushed back, fucking himself on Spike, making each thrust harder, taking him deeper. Only when Xander froze, his body forcing out a second orgasm, did Spike let himself go, joining Xander at the edge and tumbling over with him.
What seemed like hours later, Xander finally stirred. “I sure hope Tammy’s birthday was this good,” he slurred as he snuggled closer to Spike.
“I’m sure it was, luv,” Spike said, patting Xander’s back, even though he was sure that nothing else could possibly have been that good.
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