| Author: Scarlet
Title: Spiked and Stunned Date: Backup Fandom: Buffy Pairing: Spike/Xader Rating: NC-17 Summary: Eggnog. Booze. Magic. Mistletoe. Need I say more? Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That honor belongs to Joss Whedon. The End. Feedback address: scarletsficiton@yahoo.com Advertisement: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar of 2003 at http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2003 Note: Set during Season 4. Yes, I know that the Initiative boys would recognize Spike. It's FICTION! Just let it go… Beta: Thanks go out to Katie, the SuperBeta. ___________________________________________________________________ "I think that *I* should be allowed to participate. *I* celebrate Christmas. Red's not even a bloody Christian," Spike argued. He tried gesturing toward Willow with his hand but it was difficult to do since he was tied to Giles' kitchen chair. "Somehow no one is convinced by *that* argument, Fangface," Xander said. "Yeah, now no talking from you, Mr. Vamp of Solstice Past, " Willow agreed, wrapping a length of green garland around the vampire like a boa. "I’m appreciative of all faiths." "And prisoners don't get parties," Buffy added as she carried another tray of her Christmas cookies from the kitchen. Spike watched Giles wince at the refreshments and the vamp grinned evilly. So the slayer's cookies weren't up to the watcher's standards? Something to keep in mind. "I can help. Can guard the liquor. Keep it safe from the kiddies and all that, " Spike offered with a straight face "While I'm certain none of the guests would be able to get to the alcohol with you around, Spike, I am *not* untying you so that you can belittle Buffy's friends, eat all of the food, and dispose of the contents of my bar. And not that it matters, but there will be no alcohol served tonight. Many of Buffy's guests are too young to drink." The vampire looked confused. "Too young?" Giles added. "Under twenty-one?" At Spike's blank stare, Giles stormed off with a sigh. Frustrated, Spike turned his attention back to Willow who he perceived as the weakest link. "Hey! Hey, Red. You wanna untie me, right?" "Not especially." "Come on...in the spirit of Chanukah or somethin', right?" "No." "Not gonna leave," he whined. "Just wanna enjoy myself. Have fun, like before the soldier boys put this chip in my head." The witch was wavering. He could tell. "Promise not to…I won't do…um, anything. I'll pet kittens and play hopscotch and whatever it is you white-hats do for holidays." "I'm not sure how we'll explain the captive vamp to Riley and his friends," Willow finally admitted. Giles removed his glasses. "You'll be on your best behavior?" he finally asked. "Of course, Rupes. Scout's honor." He gave his most innocent smile--which had Willow wincing and the watcher reconsidering his decisions. "Look, if I do anything you can have Buffy stake me." Giles replaced his glasses. "All right." Spike whooped form his seat. "But you must be discreet. No talking with the guests. Or Buffy. In fact, no interacting with humans at *all*." "What about *me*?" Anya called from behind the large tree she was decorating. "Just don't *talk* in general," Giles said, untying Spike's bonds. Once free, the vamp leapt from his chair. "Now that's better! Let's get this party rolling. I need a drink. And a smoke. And--" An evil stare from Giles shut him up. "Right then. Think I'll just settle down on the couch with a cookie and my thoughts." Spike took a frosted Santa from the tray and sat on the sofa. After he'd divested the jolly man of his head, he chewed it briefly before spitting it into a potted plant. "Yeah, I think she got the salt and the sugar mixed up," Xander admitted from behind the tree. "You could've told me, Harris." "Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Xander finished dropping strands of tinsel on the tree and stepped back to admire his handiwork. "I *am* the Tinsel King!" he shouted and then moved to the kitchen, leaving Spike with a nice view of his ass as he did so. The vampire took an opportunity to admire said posterior before once again admiring the table of food. His mum had always decked the halls right and proper for the season, and Christmas held a particular place in the vampire's undead heart. This holiday, however, looked to be more than a little tedious. No booze, no smokes, no fun. As the pubescent college kids began to trickle in, Spike's mind began to wander. Some of the hulking monstrosities passing for co-eds looked decidedly familiar. He made sure to keep to the shadows when any of them passed by. After an hour, Spike began yawning. The PG party that Slutty planned needed a pick-me-up in the worst way. He stood and began wandering the room. Christmas tree, decorations, food…mmmm….eggnog. Sliding up next to Xander, he took a small glass cup from the food table and filled his glass--then promptly spit it out. Bloody hell! "You're making a habit of spitting, Spike. I would have figured you for a swallower…" Xander grinned evilly. Spike seethed, "This stuff is sugar-sweet and not a drop of bloody alcohol went into it! How can anyone drink this swill?" "Giles warned you, Spike. No alcohol tonight. It sucks, I know." Xander looked rather apologetically at the vamp before taking a plate of cheese and crackers to Willow and her new friend. Spike looked at the room full of Scoobies and Scooby pals. He had a *great* idea. ***** Two hours later, Spike was pissed. Right and truly pissed. And not pissed in the way those bloody Americans meant it, he thought to himself as he devoured another tiny cup of eggnog, but drunk. Really drunk. Happy drunk. "Happy holidays!" he called to no one in particular. The ex-Watcher's house was teeming with, well, teens. Spike watched as Giles hurried from the kitchen to the makeshift food table. Why the tweedy Brit had agreed to host the party for Slutty and her friends was beyond the vampire, but what did *he* care? He had eggnog! And what a magical, delicious elixir it was! Spike dipped his cup into the large bowl of fragrant eggnog and gulped it greedily. Even though he'd been disappointed to discover it's lack of alcohol content when he'd tried it earlier that night, he'd found a way to fix it. He'd simply raided Giles' liquor cabinet and retrieved a large bottle of expensive rum. Now, the bottle was empty, the punchbowl was full for the third time tonight, and no one seemed to notice. Red and her new witch friend were deep in conversation in the corner. Spike snorted as the blond witch pulled a lock of hair out of the redhead's eyes. A little more of his "special" eggnog and it wouldn't be long before those two figured themselves out. What was it about eggnog that had such a clarifying effect? "Yep, it's *all* clear…" Spike muttered happily. "What's clear?" Anya asked. "Have no idea, pet. Enjoyin' yourself?" "Oh, yes. Many of Riley's friends are quite muscular and look fully capable of giving me many orgasms. I think they will offer a pleasant diversion from wishing boils and leprosy on Xander for dumping me before Christmas." Spike choked on his eggnog. "You and the whelp 'ave parted ways?" "Well, that's one interpretation. Him taking my heart and blending it in a Cuisenart like a strawberry daiquiri humans drink with humorously small paper umbrellas would be another." Spike nodded slowly. "Good to know. Tell me, love. Have you tried the eggnog?" Anya narrowed her eyes. "Yes I have, Spike. And don't think that just because the others haven't said anything that I'll keep mum, too. You spiked it! And when Giles finds out, I'd like to be quite near so as to see the actual point at which the vein in his forehead explodes." Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, please pet. You know my eggnog is just what this party needed. Dull as toast, it was. And now folks are all warmed and friendly. Giles should thank me really. Buffy, too." "Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike." Anya shook her curls at the vampire. "If you want to loosen everyone up, you should use *magic*, not rum." "What do you mean?" Spike asked with interest. "I mean, alcohol is all well and good when it comes to the warm fuzzies, but if you really want to have fun, all you have to do is enchant the eggnog. Any simple enchantment spell will do, really." "You don't say…" "Yes! You could say, 'Artisium velenti--eggnog!' and 'poof!' the eggnog enchants anyone who drinks it with a basic lust spell." "Artisium velenti?" "And then the thing you want enchanted." "Like the eggnog." "Well, yes!" Anya snapped. "That's what I said!" She took a cup of eggnog and moved to stand with Riley. "Yes, pet. That *is* what you said. *Exactly* what you said, actually…" Spike watched Anya sidle up to the students Buffy had invited. At that moment, Willow approached the table and Spike handed her two glasses of eggnog. "Aren't *you* going to have any?" Willow asked. "No, I think I've had my fill of the stuff tonight. But you and your new squeeze enjoy it." "My-my…what?" Willow stuttered as Spike walked away. Grinning evilly, Spike staked out a comfortable armchair to let the events unfold. One by one, each guest drifted to the punchbowl filled with the creamy drink. Every guest, that is, except for Xander. Apparently Xander wasn't a fan of the Nog. No matter how many folks offered it, he hadn't yet partaken, Spike noted. Spike avoided the drink himself after his last alcohol-filled glass. Instead, he sipped from a glass of bourbon he'd taken from Giles' cabinet and watched the guests grow more and more randy. Red and her witch friend were the first to succumb, as Spike had predicted. Within a half-hour the two were snogging happily on the loveseat. They drew stares for a few minutes until the other guests found themselves otherwise engaged. Spike nearly burst out laughing when he saw Buffy and the Watcher grinding happily to the Christmas carols echoing from the stereo. Spike knew folks would be mad when it was all over, but the best part was that it wasn't even his fault! He'd done nothing, really, for the Watcher or the kids to complain about. Well, except for spiking the punch. But that would pale in comparison once Giles found out about the spell. It was all Anya's fault, really. He fully intended on telling Buffy that when the eggnog was out of her system and her hands were out from underneath the Watcher's shirt where they now resided. All the demon's fault. Anya had enchanted the eggnog and was now she was reaping the rewards. Her mouth was thoroughly attached to Riley's and the two were occupying a great deal of the sofa. The other side had been claimed by two of Riley's mates who were all but dry humping each other over the arm of the sofa. And speaking of which… Spike scanned the room until he found Xander standing uncomfortably in the doorway to the kitchen. All of Buffy's guests had paired themselves off and Xander was assessing the room, confused and clearly aroused. All at once, Spike had a delicious idea. An evil, evil idea that would almost surely get him staked or slugged. Probably both. Xander was standing in the doorway--a doorway fully adorned with holly, lights…and mistletoe. The boy hadn't had a drop of the eggnog, but didn't know Spike knew that. A plan came together in Spike's bourbon-soaked mind. He stood, shifted his duster so that it hung straight, took a deep breath, and strode quickly across the room. Bypassing writhing bodies, Spike stepped directly up to Xander, wrapped one hand around his hip, and placed the other on the back of the young man's head. The vampire pulled Xander forward and met his mouth with his own. As he pressed Xander against the left side of the doorway he felt every one of his muscles tense, preparing to duck the blow that would almost certainly come. The blow that would come any second. Just as soon as Xander realized the vampire was *kissing* him, Spike thought. Any minute. Spike's mind was suddenly swept completely blank as, instead of hitting him, Xander's mouth opened under the vampire's lips. A tongue, warm and wet and tasting of caramel popcorn, tentatively met his. It slowly tangled with Spike's own tongue and it was all the demon could do to not choke in surprise and confusion. Then the vampire felt Xander press forcefully against him: driving him passionately up against the other side of the door. Warm, human hands pulled at his hair painfully as Xander flicked his tongue repeatedly into the vampire's mouth. Must be a joke, the vampire thought wildly. Or possibly a dream. A very, very good dream, Spike amended as the boy fucked his mouth with his tongue. Xander knew I didn't have any of the enchanted eggnog and now he's gonna see how long it takes 'til I back down. Well no deal, pet. You're snoggin' the wrong vampire. I don't back down. With a deep grown, Spike shoved Xander back to the other side of the doorway. Completely prepared to win this game of sexual chicken, he thrust his tongue into Xander's mouth and grasped the bulging package in front of him. Xander gasped sharply and his frenzied kisses slowed as the vampire massaged the hard bulge in his pants with one hand and snaked the other up under the boy's t-shirt to tweak at his nipples. The vampire was delighted. The boy was dazed and panting. With a leer and a well-placed snarl, Spike claimed Xander's lips again as he ground his hand into swollen flesh. A small moan escaped the human's lips and Spike felt vindicated. The boy would soon realize that in games of chicken, Spike never gave in. Without warning, Spike felt strong hands grasp his shoulders. He was propelled backward once again and his hands fell free of Xander's body. Xander grabbed the lapels of his duster and crushed his lips against Spike's. He began working at Spike's belt and finally pulled it free, dropping it to the carpet where it went unnoticed among the twisting couples. Xander tried frantically to get the vampire's fly open. He yanked and pulled, but Spike squirmed out of his hands torturously. With one hand on Xander's broad chest, Spike shoved the human back against the other side of the doorway, smothering his mouth with kisses. Xander shoved back, slamming the vampire back into the other side. Spike pushed back and Xander responded likewise until they found themselves at a standstill in the middle of the doorway, directly under the mistletoe. Spike flicked his eyes up. Xander caught his glance and let his own eyes follow. When they both looked back, neither was sure what to do. Blue eyes looked into brown ones for several long seconds, the human's panting echoing between them. Finally, Xander tilted is head forward and left a soft kiss on the front of Spike's throat. He pulled his head back and gazed into gold-tinted eyes. Spike was stunned. He stared at Xander's kiss-swollen lips and glassy eyes, then swallowed hard. Braver now, Xander leaned forward again and left another kiss, this time wet and open-mouthed, on the edge of Spike's jawbone. He let his lips trail the length of the jawbone before nibbling on one earlobe and then pulling back. Spike was completely baffled now. There was really no explanation for this behavior. Xander hadn't had the eggnog…or had he? No, he would have noticed. He'd been staring at him most of the night as it was. Spike would have seen the boy getting some of the magic drink. Then the question still remained; why the hell was the boy behaving so enthusiastically? Sure, Xander was feeling lonely and vulnerable--he *had* just broken up with his demon chit--but still… When Spike neither left nor advanced, Xander pulled the sides of Spike's coat until the vampire's duster flopped around Xander's body. The human let his lips trail along the vampire's waiting for Spike to respond. In a daze, Spike tried focusing his eyes on the brown ones in front of him. The mixture of lust and earnestness he saw in them had him completely confused. Without thinking, he urged his lips forward to meet the human's. Xander seemed almost relieved and continued kissing Spike slowly. Warmth, real warmth that Spike felt very rarely, began building in his belly. Their kiss grew more passionate. More serious. He tried reaching for Xander's zipper again. "No," Xander said with a hushed gasp between kisses. It was the first word either of them had spoken under the mistletoe. "Your coat. It has to…you know…" Spike nodded quickly, not wanting to break the connection with Xander for more than a moment. He wrapped his arms and his coat around the human and felt Xander burrow into his body as they continued to kiss. Large hands began kneading at his nipples and trailing under the hem of Spike's shirt. The hands slid lower, rubbing over the vampire's skin and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. Xander had a much easier time of it, now that Spike wasn't teasing him. He slid the zipper down and slipped one hand into the dark recess of Spike's jeans. The vampire groaned as Xander wrapped his hand around his dick. Once freed, Xander ran his hand up the turgid shaft reverently. Spike let both hands rest on Xander's shoulders, kneading them to express how much he was enjoying what Xander was doing. The human's strokes came faster and Spike began to thrust against him very gently. He tried not to let the sides of his coat fall back as they provided the only shield from prying eyes. That is, prying eyes that weren't already engaged, which were few at this point in the evening, Spike noted. Their mistletoe escapade was going utterly unnoticed, though it appeared that one or two guests were beginning to stir from their magic induced sexcapades. "You," Spike started and the swallowed quickly after he heard the crack in his voice. "Want you to…to take it out…please…take," he winced in pleasure and pain as Xander's other hand squeezed at Spike's balls. "You too," he finished lamely. Xander looked confused. "Just trust me…pet," he gasped. Nodding his head, Xander released Spike's dick. The vampire left his hands on the other man's shoulders as he pressed his forehead to Xander's and stared at the human's progress. Xander was nervously sliding his own zipper down and pulling out his own sensitized cock. Spike gasped at its gleaming, bulbous head, more than a little impressed. A human hand wrapped around his cock again and he knew Xander was doing the same to his own. He lost himself in the sensation of a warm human hand stroking him until he looked up. Xander was staring at him with wide-open eyes. Eyes that were shiny with pleasure and need. Nearly overwhelmed with confusion and lust, Spike rested trembling thumbs on Xander's lips and watched as the human took them into his mouth and sucked them lazily. Spike was deliciously frustrated. He couldn’t touch Xander's cock. He couldn’t feel his nipples, couldn't stroke his sweet puckered hole. The coat had to remain in place to hide their act from the eyes of the awakening party guests. If only they had the luxury of a horizontal surface. A couch. A table. A floor that wasn't covered with Buffy's pals. What would it be like, for that matter, to take the boy to a proper bed? The fun they could get up to…It was almost too wonderful to imagine. He couldn't seem to get close enough to the boy. Xander's hand and arms were in the way and all Spike could suddenly think of was pressing his entire body against Xander and drowning in the human's panting warmth. "Come here," Spike cried softly, pulling Xander against his body. The boy's hands went slack and Spike aligned their bodies until they were fitted cock to cock. Slowly, he walked Xander backward until he was pressed up against the doorway as they had started out their adventure "This okay, pet?" Spike asked. Xander only nodded and keened softly until Spike resumed kissing him. The vampire began slowly gliding up and down the human's body, letting the sweet friction build between their cocks. Xander caught on quickly and the two began rubbing in earnest. Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's back so he could hold the coat securely. Then Xander slid his hands under the fabric of Spike's jeans, which had begun to slide down over his hips. The human squeezed at the soft globes of Spike's ass and kneaded harder when he heard the vampire groan. "Does anyone else feel weird?" Spike heard someone call from the foot of the stairs. He willed them to shut up. As soon as this spell, or whatever it was that had Xander so enamored, was over, Spike would be alone again-and probably staked if he couldn't convince the slayer and her pals of Anya's role. Xander thrust harder. Spike met his thrusts and soon felt his orgasm rip through him. The vampire came with a great growl, shooting fluid over Xander' dick and belly. The human continued thrusting until he, too, orgasmed. "Yeah. I don't think I was under this table an hour ago…" someone else called out. Weak-kneed, Xander began to slide down the doorway. "Watch out, love," Spike said, catching Xander and pressing him back up against the wood. "Feeling a bit woozy myself." He pinned Xander to the doorway with his hands and kissed him gently. Then he ran his tongue over the human's face, tasting each small spot with a lick and a kiss. "Spike…" Xander spoke as the vampire nuzzled his right eyelid. "We've gotta…people…people are…" Spike knew that whatever spell had charmed the eggnog, it was beginning to lose its potency. With a bitter snort, he stepped back and allowed Xander to zip himself up and then do the same for the vampire. Spike felt contentious and he hardly knew why. His original plan had simply been to snog the boy under the pretext of a lust spell. Neat and tidy and consequence-free in the long run (minus the punch he had assumed would be coming). Now, the boy's scent and sound were etched in his mind. He'd only had one small taste. It wasn't enough. The vamp wanted more now. Xander finished zipping the fly on the vampire's jeans and Spike stepped back, wrapping his coat around him protectively. Here and there, people were starting to stand and wander around confused. Many, however, were still happily involved on the Watcher's sofa and expensive carpets. Giles was lying docilely against a dining room chair as Buffy sat in his lap, suckling his earlobe. Neither appeared in any hurry to move. "Hey!" Willow called, sniffing the eggnog. "Someone spiked the eggnog! With…" She sniffed again. "…magic! Who did this? Whoever you are, you're in big…big…" Her words slowed as the blond witch's hand slipped in to hers, tugging her lightly toward the front door. "Big trouble," she called weakly. "And I'm going to deal with you…severely…tomorrow," she finished, grabbing her coat and kissing the young woman quickly as the passed under the mistletoe on their way toward the UC Sunnydale dormitories. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" began playing. Spike always found that to be the worse of the holiday rubbish recycled each year in the name of Christmas spirit. He searched his pockets for his cigarettes but couldn’t find any. Then he realized that the Watcher had made him throw them all away the week before. He growled in disappointment. "Look, Spike," Xander said nervously from just behind the vampire's shoulder. "I know you're confused, but I think Willow might be right. There's an explanation to this. I think someone put a spell on the eggnog or something. Look around! We weren't the only people to do something just this side of the Twilight Zone." Spike turned to the human in confusion--an emotion he was getting quite good at tonight. "So," Xander went on, "we can just forget this ever happened because there must have been something hellmouthy going on. 'Tis the season and stuff. Wow, look at the time! I've gotta go. No more eggnog for me this year. I--" "You didn't *have* any eggnog!" the vampire suddenly blurted out. The young man froze and turned to Spike. Like a deer caught in the headlights, Xander stared at Spike with his eyes wide and his mouth trembling. One glance at the quivering lip and Spike was ready to enchant the boy's Cheerios just so he could have another go at him. "Yes I did!" Xander protested. "I had tons! I told you. Lots and lots of enchanted goodness." "And *I* told *you* that I'd been watching you all evening and you didn't have so much as a sip." "But I--wait. You were watching me all evening?" "Well…I mean I…" Spike inwardly cringed. It wasn't supposed to go like this. He wasn't supposed to be put on the spot and-- "Why were you watching *me* all evening?" "Wasn't," Spike tried to deny. "But you said you watched me all night. That's what you said. You--" "If you didn't have the eggnog--which you DIDN'T--then why were you snogging me as randy as a sailor on a weekend pass? Hum?" There, thought Spike. That would teach him to make accusations about folk who were trying to uphold a perfectly good lie. Spike watched Xander sputtered for a moment, trying to come up a suitable lie of his own. Then the human gave up and ran his hands along his face. When he let his hands drop to the sides, Xander's face was red. "Fine. I don't like eggnog so I didn't have any. Happy?" "And…?" "And…what?" "And at what point did you realize that it was enchanted?" "Aboutforscndsbeforykissme…" the human trailed off. "Sorry? What was that?" "ABOUT FOUR SECONDS BEFORE YOU KISSED ME!" "So you just…what? Decided to go along with it?" Xander shrugged, mortified beyond words. "Doesn't make sense, Harris--" "Look, I just wanted to know what it felt like. Kissing…kissing…people. And not having to deal with the inevitable rejection and horrible ramifications of my act. Unlike what we're doing right now. In Giles' living room…" The two men turned instinctively to the watcher who had his arms raised while Buffy worked at getting his sweater off. People were leaving as fast as they could, though most were doing so with their arms wrapped around someone else. Xander heaved an enormous sigh. "Look, I know you're mad. But *I* didn't cast the spell and *I* didn't make you kiss me and-and the other stuff," he added, blushing. "So why didn't you stop me, then? Why not go find Red and her pal or one of the school kiddies?" "I…I didn't want one of them," Xander admitted. His pink face turned crimson as he downright cringed with embarrassment. "So…" Spike said, finally understanding. He felt the illusive heat in his belly returning. "You didn't want one of *them* but you didn't mind engagin' in a little frottage with *me*?" "A little what?" "A little frottage. What we did, love." Spike stepped close to the embarrassed young man. Xander instinctively stepped back. "You're not gonna kill me know, are you?" Xander began backing up, edging toward the doorway where their debauchery began. "I mean, I know you can't anymore, but you're not gonna booby-trap my apartment or send one of your minions to kill me? I mean, just because I wanted a few innocent smooches with the Big Bad…it's not like--" Spike cut his babble off by crushing his mouth against Xander. He buried his hands in the soft, warm waves of Xander's hair and kissed him until the human was begging for breath. When they parted, Xander was staring at the vampire in stunned confusion while his mouth moved silently trying to find the words he needed. "Yeah, that's about what *I* felt like most of the night," Spike laughed, claiming his mouth again. When they parted the second time, Xander finally asked, "How much?" "How much…?" "Did you drink? Did you double up on the eggnog?" Spike didn't take his eyes from the lips of the human in front of him. Somewhere behind him, he could hear the slayer's chipmunk-like squeaks of pleasure and he tried to block it out. He dragged his eyes from the delicious mouth, aware that Xander was trying to ask him something. "Sorry? What?" "How much eggnog did you have? How long do I have until this wears off?" "Huh? Oh, the 'nog. It won't. Think maybe we should see if Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tweedy has a spare bed?" He nuzzled his nose into Xander's neck and breathed deeply. "Why-why won't it?" Xander gasped nervously as the vampire kissed his throat, then his hair, and the edge of his chin. "Cause, pet. Didn't have a drop." "What?" "I. Didn't. Have. A. Drop. Not so much as a gulp. Not when it had the mojo, that is. Where do we stand on the bed situation?" Spike asked, running his hands under Xander's shirt. "So…you didn't, you know, get the whammy?" "Nope." "And neither did I." "Right." "So what are we doing then?" Xander asked breathlessly. His hands clenched and unclenched on Spike's hips, unwittingly drawing the vampire closer and then farther away; teasing and tempting the vampire in turn. "Just using the mistletoe to its best advantage," Spike growled and yanked the boy flush with his body. Then he kissed Xander again. When they broke apart, Spike said, "That okay?" "Uh-huh," Xander gasped. "This is definitely one of my more memorable Christmases." "Me too, love. Me too." ~The End~ |
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