The blue reindeer is looking at me, in a way I don't trust.
If I could just move my hands and shush it away...But they're stuck Tied behind me with a garland of tinsel attached high on the wall light.
Having my feet stuck in this giant christmas pudding doesn't help much either.
"No!" Scolds Cordelia, ignoring my nakedness. "It's good for you to keep your feet in hot pudding. Stops brooding thoughts. Makes them sink to your toes."
She's busy trimming the Christmas Tree with my two bladed axe.
"Where's Spike?"
"Skateboarding on Hollywood Boulevard," she replies. "He's having a race with Wesley. I wish he'd used the purple hair dye on Wes, and not the pink." She sighs as she chops. "Pink is just 'so' not his color."
I wish he hadn't left me strung up naked. Especially with the chocolate body paint all over my private bits..."HEY!"
The reindeer's just started to lick it off.
"Hey no, don't do that it tickles..."
If I could just get my hands loose !
"Don't keep fussing, Angel." Cordelia's not the least bit interested in my predicament.
But the reindeer has devloped a taste for what he's found.
"No! Hey stop, that's too...oooh! Oooh no, no, owww! Stop it!.
Oh shit it was damn well making me hard. God but reindeer have.rough tongues.
"Hey, stop doing that - your making me...oooh yes!" Ah, damn it but this feels good. What? No! This is crazy!
"Stop it Rudolph, you stupid, damn randy reindeer." Oh ooow aaaah.....shit, if you keep licking like this you're gonna make me...
"Mmmmmh pet?" mumbles the reindeer.
"Come!" I gasp , as the orgasm of the centuary sweeps over me bringing me back to a world of bedcovers and pillows and ....Spike?.
He sits up and smirks at me from between my thighs.
"Mmmh, Happy Christmas, Peaches!" He grins, licking his lips, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"... and who's soddin Rudolph?"
*~*~*~*~*
"Hey, surprise !..." He's grinning at me, his dark eyes glittering with false amazement, as he pulls out the three-hundreth CD "Placebo, hey, they can't be a punk band too, they don't start with ' The' something. Am I actually going to like this one?"
"Come on, pet. You're gonna love them all, s'just a question of education. Tell you what, we'll put this on and listen to it together, an' if you still can't stand it by tomorrow, well , er,.. you can always give em to me to look after. I wanted that one for a while actually."
"It's one of the things I can count on with you, Spike."
"What's that pet?"
"The selfless way you always choose the things you like best for my presents."
"Well, it's part of my charm, I guess."
"I guess so." He replies, and leans in to claim a kiss from the charming one.
I feel great. Bloody excited. So I jump up and stick one of the CDs into the player.
"I AM AN ANTI - CHRIST, I AM AN ANARCHIST...."
I do one of my less energetic dances - cos things fly about a bit when you're naked and I don't want to ruin my Christmas, by falling into something painful before we get to the fucking---.
"Spike?, Spike! SPIKE!"
Suddenly is all quiet. He's killed the sound, pulled me back on the bed, and has his head in his hands shaking it.
"Well, I suppose this is better than that Christmas when I tried to kill myself," he groans.
"You should loosen up, mate." I touch his shoulder gently with my hand, and look up into his eyes.
"You need to look at unlife as more fun. Here - "
I grab another present for him and shove it in his lap.
This'll show him
He know's it's not a CD 'cos it's too big, and I actually wrapped it. Used this morning's paper.
Pulling the wrapping off he shakes his head and grins as he reads the box.
"Acme, Choco Sex Manual - Tasty Tips for Lusty Lovers."
"Wanna have a go, pet?"
I know the answer, but he shivers as he laughs, and grabs another present handing it to me.
"Here, open this first."
I rip the parcel open as if it were a slayers throat. "An electric blanket? You implying we're not 'hot stuff' in bed, mate?"
"Well, it's cool this time of year, especally with you hogging all the covers."
"I do not hog the covers -"
"Ah stop. Truce. Lets not even go over that old argument this morning, all right?"
I growl back at him with mock anger
Then he's grabbing the blanket from my hands and shaking it unfolded. "Come on, plug it in there."
So I scramble down and bend to put the plug in the socket. "How's zat?"
"Fine from where I'm sitting,"
I look round to see him leering at my naked rear. "Bloody hell!"
Launching myself back on the bed and the poof, I push him back by the shoulders and straddle his waist.
"Why do you only get me soddin' useful gifts? It's a good job I love that meaty ass of yours, or I'd be right pissed off by now. Don't you think I'd like something that's bloody fun for a change?"
"Spike, If I didn't buy you jeans, socks and tee's you'd be walking round in rags by now. Anyway, you've got me - I'm all the fun you need!"
He manages to say that with a straight face too. Bloody impressive. Still he needs to pay for being that big headed. Er..yea.
"Better prove it then, pet." I jeer.
Leaning forward poking out a long,pink, wet tongue, I lick my way up his soddin' smooth chest, and fix my eyes inches from his, narrowed with the challange.
"Ahhh God," he groans, as our hard erections are squeezed up between our bodies.
So I writhe around a bit, just to tease like, an' press home my point.
Then grab for the sex manual, and rip out the chocolate.
"Insert tab a into slot b." Hmmm, haven't a clue where they're meant to fit but stick one in my mouth anyway.
*~*~*~*~*
"Come here,childe," I scold him patronisingly, pulling that pouting mouth down onto my own, and twisting my fingers into the peroxide hair. I force my tongue between his firm lips. A moan escapes me, as I reach the cool moist interior and start to lose myself in the pleasure. The demon inside me just purrs with delight, and my toes curl into the bedsheets.
Happiness like this is something I've denied myself for so long, that now, I can never, ever, take it for granted. And anyway - as Spike is always able to remind me.- one of the most important things in life is 'appiness'... Oh lord, there was certainly no blood left in my brain now. Yep. The sacred penis is certainly where it's all gone.
"You're thinkin' too much, pet." He pulls back ,grinning down at me.
"And you talk too much." I roll over
pulling him underneath, and hold his hands down firmly as I lean down to
continue the kiss. Hmmm, my childe tastes so good; cool, wet, chocolately.
Wiskey,
cigarettes, blood , sex, and semen
?
Ah yes, Angel semen.
Altogether, complete essence of Spike. Perfect. Just like the smell of his skin-
"Oi stop that ! What you doin' now? It bloody tickles,"
"Breathing you in." I tell him with a sigh.
"Grr,wanker!"
I slither my way down his cool body, licking, sniffing and then blowing softly on the wet skin. He wriggles beneath me, cussing and protesting, but I hold him down firmly, and tease back, nuzzling.my way through the soft hair of his armpit and across to a frozen hard nipple just waiting to be bitten.
"Sssssshhh!" My lover hisses and arches his back at the pleasure of the pain.
My attention is drawn to his erection suddenly, the foreskin completely lost in the taughtness of the length, revealing the head; smooth, deep pink and slippery, the slit oozing precum into his navel and the dark line of hair below.
Oh god, I've just got to -
"Ah fuck!".
Suck it .
Hmmm, perfect. Salty essence of Spike.
With my face so close against the tangle of pubic hair. I can smell the sweat of lust. The balls so tight against the shaft, hmmm, he won't hold out much longer if I continue this, and I want something more yet.
"Hey...!?"
I meet his angry glare with a grin " You're not coming yet."
I give him the evil half smirk Angelus likes to use, and tightening large hands around the lithe muscles of his pale thighs, stroke the downy surface just hard enough to tease.
*~*~*~*~*
"Having enough fun now?" The bastard's teasing me. Sod it he knows I dont bloody want him to stop now. He raises one eyebrow, and waits.
"Bloody hell!" I cuss back. I can feel my demon struggling inside, and my eyes roll back. I know he's bloody got them turning gold.
In one swift movement the huge ponce is on top of me. His muscular shoulders pin my legs back, his hips against my ass.
"Gonna invite me in?" He growls, golden eyes glittering inches from my own.
Sod him, I will not bloody submit. I let out a low rumbling growl from deep in my throat, and glare back.
"Invite me in." He growls back even lower. Nipping with sharp teeth at my ear and shoving just slightly with his hips.
I hiss back, but I want him inside..I can feel his length hard up against my ass. Letting go my grip on the blanket, I submit and pull my ass cheeks apart.
"Oh yessss!" He moans as with one shove he penetrates the tight muscle and sinks deep inside me.
"Ah shit!" I gasp at the pain and pleasure of being filled. Grabbing down on the heating blanket, I'm struggling to relax and let him take it all.
Sod it, it hurts. But I want it, want him. He is my everything. He is beautiful.
My Angel.
And I am his. And I roll my head back to give him my neck.
*~*~*~*~*
His body beneath me shivers as I
scrape my teeth along the blue track of his jugular vein. I hold still
for a second, and the 'Big Bad' wimpers aloud for
completion.
'Hah! Not so bored now, Spike!' I'm thinking. Reaching down to take hold of his swollen cock I feel it twitch at my touch. This is the thrill. My power to take this beautiful, willful, untamed,vampire to new heights of arousal. The thrill that shoots through me to the very core.
I bite down and thrust deep.
Spike is breathing now. Breathing to groan, and writhing wildly beneath me. The movement in his throat makes the blood pulse into my mouth. Almost as if he has a beating heart. Damn erotic, to both my soul and demon. I ride on the pleasure building, thrust harder, my balls growing so tight, ready..
"Angel" He screams, as his body goes tense and spasms. Instantly my own pleasure peaks, and I pull away from his neck groaning aloud as I shoot my load somewhere deep inside. The cock in my fist is throbbing, hot sticky wetness soaks my fingers as I jerk it off.
"Wow," I breathe, and look down to see the last spurt of semen, then up to meet his exhausted grin.
"Hey." he manages back.
I have completely forgotten the point of the previous argument. And I really don't fucknig care. But I think I won.
*~*~*~*~*
There's something not right here.
I'm lyin' here just soakin' up the heat from the leccy blanket, thinking the poof's not so stupid after all.
And I'm kind of enjoying it as he snuggles next to me, dreamily sliding his fingers across my sticky semen soaked belly.
When I become aware of something else that's sticky under my foot,
-and my arm,
-and my left shoulder
and as I turn to investigate, I realise what it is.
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"Chocolate."
"What?"
"Bloody hell!" I leap up, and he does too, even though he doesn't realise why.
He will any minute now---uh ho!
"Damn it Spike, why the hell did you rip the box open? This is never gonna come off. Damn chocolate melted everywhere. It's - it's ruined. Ten minutes and you've destroyed it, you bleach haired excuse for a vampire!"
"Sounding like Cordelia, pet."
He's standing there naked, eyes blazing, well covered in melted choccy.
And there's just one thing I want to do to him-
Lick it off
So I do.
"For God's sake , Spike. What the hell--? Ah, stop it, stop it will you, that tickles--no, please Spike!"
So we go at it again.
I'm so bloody good at distracting him.
The chocolate is well and truly part of this blanket now.
But he seems to have forgotten, so I guess I'm in the clear.
Maybe I'll concede to the point about the presents. He's such a damn good lay, as poofs of sires go.
So I lean up on my elbow and gaze into his dark eyes, n' get soppy.
"Awake, pet?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're right you know."
"About what?"
"The Christmas present thing.- What you said. I've got all I need I s'pose, just being here with you."
He looks at me with amazment.
He's right to, - even I can't believe I said it.
Then we're kissing, and he's got that evil grin back in his eyes again.
"What?" I ask, as he lays there smirking at me.
Then he looks all serious an' says -
"I guess you won't be wanting the Playstation Two I bought you then!"
"What?
- - - - - -Bloody Hell!"
*~*~*~*~*
I gave him the Playstation. If nothing else it will give him something to do while I work instead of annoy me or systematically destroy my personal belongings. Apparantly these video games let him 'virtually' destroy things. So that was the draw for Spike. Now it makes perfect sense.
I can hear the grunts and growls coming from the other room as he blows something up every few minutes. And I am just so damn grateful that it's nothing of MINE that it takes me a few minutes to notice when all goes quiet.
Shit.
Spike. Quiet.
Hell. Handbasket.
I sprint with as much dignity as I can muster toward the back room, and blink owlishly. Just when did Spike acquire blacklights?
"Ho, ho, ho.."
I look over to the corner where the familiar voice rumbles seductively. A huge chuckle forces its way out of my chest at the insane spectacle before me. The blacklight shines directly on the head of my...uhm..."roomate" and maybe it's the eggnog, maybe it's the xmas spirit, but I don't think I've been this amused by his hair in a while. It's got this crazy, unearthly glow which really would be frightening under other circumstances....this bright ball of light weaving around like a really big firefly, and making buzzing noises...
He's nuts. I spent 300$ on a Sony and he's amusing himself to ribald distraction with a 3$ blacklight like some kid who prefers the wrapping paper and the box to the present inside of it. Have I mentioned he's nuts?
*~*~*~*~*
Oh yea, he's trying to look all put upon, but I can see where his eyes are. He's noticin' the other parts of me that's lit up by the blacklight. Well, never let it be said I don't give good light show. The colors bob and weave, long thick, and glowing just as bright as the friggin Xmas star.
What? A bloke needs to have a proper amount of pride in his jewels.
Angel stares at it for a moment, then promptly bursts out laughing. Well, so much for pride. Wanker.
"What the hell is *that*, Spike?!" he points to the column of glowing light swinging side to side as I continue to jiggle by the light. This is damn entertaining.
"A kind of 'glow in the dark' cock-warmer. D'ya like?" A few dance moves later everything glowing on me is spinning crazily, and tears are streaming down Angel's face. He is hiccupping and snorting, trying desperately and without success to get control of himself.
Soon, he's doubled up on the floor, screaming with amusement. I'll give him something to laugh at. I push something onto his - thankfully - ungelled head. He opens his eyes, to my trademark maniacal grin.
"Now we can do a duet, love." I tell him.
*~*~*~*~*
l reach up and feel something fluffy and warm on my head. I've no doubt what it is; all white and furry, complete with a long bobble bit at the end.
Spike's brilliant white Santa cap.
I would only wear a hat for two reasons. To save the World and to fuck Spike.
Thank the gods this is the latter. Soon the room is filled with manic laughter, the odd hysterical scream, and frequent chuckles as three strangely glowing lights bobble happily to music only we can hear.
*~*~*~*~*
Later that night, we're laying under the Xmas tree..well, sort of under the tree. Angel has labeled a DMZ about a quarter mile wide around it, and I'm not allowed nearer than that under penalty of death. Or ballet. Whichever.
He's got some instrumental Christmas carols playin, and I'm warm and sleepy from blinking lights and eggnog. That and the copious amounts of shagging didn't hurt neither.
He opens one eye and quirks a brow at me.
"What?!" I demand, pulling the ridiculous Santa hat off of him. I don't think I'm ever going to recover from the site of him fucking my eyes out with a velvet stocking on his head. Course, he's gonna require years of anti-depressants for that manger debacle, so I suppose we're tight even.
"You were singing," he smirks knowingly.
" I was not *singing* you ponce! I don't *sing* effing Christmas carols!"
"Yes you were, " he assures me in his best Sire voice, nails on the blackboard of my spine.
"Was not!"
"Were too"
"Was not!"
*~*~*~*~*
I sigh at him. The last time we got into a monosyllabic argument of this type, we ended up in a grudge match of naked twister. I've had enough excitement for one night, and I have no idea where the Twister mat is.
I concede defeat, knowing it's the only way to shut his ass up. "Fine, you weren't singing. Merry Christmas, Will."
He blinks, once, twice, again. Then he smiles, that huge, open, childlike look of pure joy usually reserved for moments when he has stolen my credit card or pushed an old lady into the path of a speeding car. But this one is for me, and it says all I need to know. All I will ever need.
"MerryChristmasAngelIloveyou."
It's my turn to blink in shock, the words a giant tumble from his lips. He said it. Again. Twice in the last week. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit. Or the sex.
He opens his mouth to say something else, probably an insult to cover for his moment of uncharacteristic emotional honesty.
But I cover his lips with my own, and kiss him until he is breathless. I drink in the flavor of eggnog and Southern Comfort, Xmas pudding and me. I ravage his mouth with the skill and lust born of a hundred years twice over, and soon he is arching against me, wrapping his hands in my hair and moaning softly...
I pull away slowly, and he looks up at me, blue eyes half open, lips parted and swollen. Gods but I love this creature.
I touch him lightly on the tip of his nose with my index finger.
"Were too."
~Finis
Happy Holidays, Everyone!!!