Xander’s Birthday
By Byrne
Spike/Xander
NC-17
Joss’s not mine.
Archived at The Crypt
September 2002
 
 
Xander surveyed the damage to his kitchen with wide eyes.  There was flour everywhere, apparently tipped from the big ceramic mixing bowl. There was chocolate syrup on the counter.  There was a blob of green stuff on the table, and it looked like an entire pot of spaghetti was scattered on the ceiling; strands of pasta dangled down like streamers at a weird food based gala event.  Spike looked like he was trying to melt into the wall, his blue eyes wide with a patently false expression of innocence.
 
“Spike?”
 
“Yes, luv?”
 
“What happened?”  Xander was proud of how calm he sounded.
 
“Tried to make you something special for your birthday.”  Spike glanced around him and tried a small smile.  “Surprise?”
 
Xander nodded.  “Surprise.  It’s…something special.”  God, where did one even start to clean this type of mess?  Aside from closing the door and letting the vampire do it.  Which was the general plan, unless the decided to throw Spike to the sunshine instead.
 
Spike frowned.  “It’s not what I really planned, you know.”
 
Xander sighed.  “I know, Spike.”  He looked at the ceiling again.  This was a huge mess, far more elaborate than Spike’s usual messes.  He looked a Spike with suspicion.
 
“You’ve never done this before.  You’ve cooked for me before and this has never happened.  A small fire, yes.  But not this.”
 
Spike smiled and nodded, then put on a pout.  “Wanted something special.  For you.  For your birthday.”
 
Xander stared at him and tried—really tried—to figure out what was going on.  Nothing strewn about the kitchen would actually make a meal, which meant that the mess was the point.  The point of the mess could only be to piss him off.  And what was the good of that?  If Xander was mad at Spike, then the only thing to be done was to make Spike clean it up and decided how to punish him.
 
Oh.
 
He saw Spike’s grin of triumph and knew he was right.  Spike had set it up so Xander would get to punish him.  A birthday present.
 
“Drop ‘em and grab the table.”
 
Spike stripped as fast as only a vampire could and stood still for Xander to look at him before he bent at the waist to hold onto the table.  Xander just shook his head at Spike’s vanity.  Though he did think that the rather hard cock Spike was showing off to him was quite nice.
 
Xander tugged his T-shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans.  He started to push them off, still watching Spike, when he slipped on something slimy on the floor.  He looked down.  “The eggs?”
 
Spike nodded happily.  “All of them.”  
 
Xander took off his jeans and stood behind Spike.  “All of them?”
 
“Yeah.  And all the flour too.”
 
Smack.
 
“You’ll have to buy more, pet, if you’re gonna make me pancakes in the morning.”  Spike sounded positively gleeful.
 
Smack.
 
“Spike, what’s that green stuff?”
 
“Mint jelly.”  Yeah, gleeful.
 
Smack.
 
“I hate mint jelly.”  Xander’s annoyance would have been more convincing if his voice wasn’t roughened with lust.  His eyes were on Spike’s ass, and if he turned his head just so he could see how hard Spike was, how white his knuckles were as he gripped the edge of the table.
 
“I know.”
 
Smack.
 
“You know, it takes a long time for your ass to get pink, let alone red.”  But it was turning slightly pink.  Xander had never been able to spank him long enough to actually get to red—he always got distracted.
 
Smack.  Smack.  Smack.
 
Spike whimpered.  Xander stopped long enough to drag a hand over the ass in front of him.  He trailed a finger between the taut cheeks and smiled when Spike pushed back.
 
“Want something, Spike?”
 
Smack.
 
“Yeah, luv.” Whispering now, his hips moving back to catch Xander’s hand as it came down.  Thrust forward for no reason at all—nothing but air would touch his cock until Xander let it happen.
 
Smack.
 
“Tell me.”
 
Smack.
 
“Want you to—“
 
Smack.
 
“Oh god, pet.  Harder,”  Spike whimpered.
 
Smack.  Smack.  Smack.
 
“What do you want, Spike?”  Xander’s breath was coming faster, his own cock demanding attention.  
 
“Wanna touch you.”
 
Smack.
 
“Yeah?”  Oh yes.  That would be nice.
 
“Fuck, Xan.  Please.”
 
Smack.
 
“Please what, Spike?”  Hey, who was getting punished here, anyway?
 
Smack.
 
“Fuck me.”
 
Xander stopped spanking him and reached for the jelly.  He painted Spike’s entire ass green with the stuff, grinning when Spike gasped.  He looked at the gooey and lumpy stuff on his hands and shrugged.  Whatever.  Cooking oil would be better, but it was on the other side of the kitchen and he was pretty sure he’s slip on the eggs if he tried to go get it.
 
Xander stroked his cock with jelly covered fingers.  “Spike?”
 
“What?  Please, just—“
 
“Hold on tight.”  That was all the warning Spike got before Xander filled him, entering him and pushing all the way in, fast and hard.
 
“Fuck yes, Xan!”
 
Xander didn’t bother to reply, other than to grab hold of Spike’s hips and hold him steady.  He stayed buried in Spike for a moment and then bent, kissing the vampire’s shoulder.  
 
He straightened up and pulled out a little before slamming back in.  Spike’s head dropped low toward the table and the muscles in Spike’s back rippled.
 
Xander fucked him hard, using fast deep strokes that made him breathless and Spike grunt each time his body was forced forward.  Spike locked his arms straight in an effort not to be literally fucked into the table.  Xander pounded into him again and again, finally reaching around Spike’s waist to wrap around his erection.
 
“Xan.  God, yes.”
 
Xander stroked him firmly, his hand keeping in rhythm with the thrust of his hips.  Spike’s head came up and Xander kissed him, his tongue plunging in and stroking along Spike’s teeth.  Spike growled deep in his chest and Xander broke the kiss with a grin.
 
Xander let go of Spike’s cock and grabbed his hips again.  His thrust sped up, went deeper and Spike swore.
 
“Spike, touch yourself.  Come for me.”
 
“Oh fuck.”
 
Spike let go of the table with one hand and brought it to his cock, jerking off for Xander with quick hard movements.  Xander groaned and slowed his hips, moving with short shallow movements, over Spike’s prostate again and again.
 
“Shit, Xan, gonna come—“
 
“C’mon Spike, come for me.”
 
Spike threw his head back and howled, coming hard around Xander.   Xander felt every muscle around his cock contract and release, saw the tension in Spike’s back and heard the love that poured out of his vampire in every resonance of the howl that filled the kitchen.  He jerked gracelessly and came hard, shooting deep inside Spike.  
 
They stood like that for a long while, Xander trying to breath properly and Spike just patiently holding him up.  When Xander could move he eased out of Spike’s body and they kissed, long and deep.  
 
“Happy birthday, pet.”
 
“Thanks.  Question.”
 
“What’s that?”
 
“Why are all the egg yolks in one spot and the whites in another?”
 
Spike looked embarrassed.  “Was trying to divide eggs to make you a cake.  Things got messy, so I just sort of went with it.”
 
Xander stared at him, then shrugged.  He kissed him again, then wiped flour off the tip of Spike’s nose.  “Love you.”
 
“Love you, too.”