Title: Happy Death-day Spike
Author: Cassy Mills
E-mail: TBA
Website: http://www.geocities.com/kiwileesa2000/jameschick
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Willow
Rating: NC17
Warning: Semi-Character death- they're vamped
Summary: It's Spikes Death-day, what does he get?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. 
Notes: Happy Birthday Woodlandchild 


Happy Death-day Spike


Spike was depressed. It was his death-day and no one remembered. Back in 
the day, Angelus and him would always go somewhere special, eat some exotic 
people, torture a couple virgins and then shag in their blood. It was a good time. 

Dru had tried to keep up the tradition. She was just a bit too insane and later on 
weak to really do much about it. But she had always remembered. There was 
always some small token of her affection for him, a piece of jewelery, a new 
pair of boots, a fresh young virgin. Something. Not this year though.

This year he was stuck with the slayer and her minions. No Dru, no Angelus, 
hells even mighty mousse up in LA didn't bother with him. This was looking to 
be the worst death-day ever. Even worse than the year Darla made him dress 
like a woman and go to a fancy dress ball with her as her 'sister'.

Just last week the moron had a birthday, the gang threw him a party. Cake, 
balloons, even prezzies. It was a lame party, but what would he expect from a 
bunch of white-hats. No booze, no strippers, no killing, but at least they bloody 
well remembered. 

Spike sat in the corner of his dark crypt and tipped the bottle of Jack Daniels to 
his lips once again. He thought about what a pathetic tosser he had become, 
working for the enemy, befriending the enemy,  caring about the 
enemy. Angelus would disown him if he could see him now. 

He had just about finished off his third bottle when he heard it. The sound of 
humans in his crypt. He almost laughed at the irony of it all. His final death, on 
his death day. It made perfect sense in a fucked up way. His human life had 
been ended by a demon, and now his demon life would be ended by humans. 
He began to stagger to his feet. No way was he going down with out a fight. 
That's when he noticed the familiar red hair  and the tall dark haired 
man  who were emptying bags out onto the marble slab of the 
center tomb. 

He looked over the items as they withdrew them from the bags. A portable 
radio, paper plates, plastic knives and forks, a cake, and  
presents. Spike was stunned. Of all the scoobies, Willow would be the one who 
was kind enough to do this, but why was Xander here? Perhaps he didn't trust 
Spike enough to leave him alone with the witch. And funny enough , that made 
him smile. Xander still thought of him as evil and untrustworthy. 

He slowly approached the two humans who had obviously not noticed him yet 
and couldn't help but feel grateful to them for remembering him. For making 
what could have been the worst day in his whole unlife a bit less painfull. Better 
to spend time with your enemy than spend it alone. At least the boys razor 
sharp wit would keep him from feeling depressed. 

"What ya doin' pets?"

Willow spun around, hand reaching for her throat.

"Eeep! Goddess Spike. You scared me!"

"Well, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day. Thanks luv."

Xander gave the vampire one of his rare friendly smiles.

"Happy Death-day Spike. So how old are you now?"

"Old enough to know better than answer that question. How'd you lot find out 
anyways?"

"Watcher diaries. I figured out that something extra evil always happened on this 
day when you were still with Angelus and I thought it was probably like an 
anniversary or something so I started digging around. Then I just gave up and 
called Angel."

"And he told you?"

"No, deadboy was very unhelpfull. So we lied and said you had been acting 
extra sneaky lately and was there a reason for it. He fessed up and so here we 
are. So. . . cake first or prezzies?"

Spike was still trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Xander Harris was 
partially responsible for throwing him a death-day celebration. With presents.

"Depends. There isn't a stake in one of them boxes is there?"

Xander and Willow laughed and shook their heads. 

"There is however holywater in the cake."

Spikes eyes got big and he looked at the witch with an awed expression.

"You cheeky little mare! I didn't know you had it in ya pet."

"What? I can make jokes! I just don't usually."

Xander got impatient and handed Spike a brightly wrapped box. He waited 
until the vampire eventually took it with some trepidation. 

"It's not going to hurt you. Open it already."

Spike shrugged his shoulders and tore into the paper. He opened the box to 
find a large assortment of British Punk CD's. He couldn't help the smile that lit 
his face, Xander knew how much he loved his music collection before Harmony 
burned all of his belongings. 

Willow was next and she practically bounced when she handed him her present. 
Spike accepted this one much more enthusiastically than the last and tore in 
open immediately. He looked into the box and swore he felt his heart turn over 
in his chest. It was a tiny portrait of him and Angelus. It was the first gift he had 
ever been given by his sire and he'd thought it was lost over a century ago.
 
"I found it in Angels old apartment, it's very beautiful, so I kept it. I thought you 
might like to have it."

Willow was caught off guard when strong arms pulled her into an embrace. She 
hesitated briefly before giving in and hugging Spike back. She felt his body 
begin to shudder with silent sobs as he hid his face in her neck. Xander stepped 
up behind Spike and wrapped his arms around the two of them. 

"It's okay Spike. We understand what you're feeling. The loneliness, the 
despair. It isn't right, no one should have to be alone. After tonight you won't be 
alone ever again."

Spike didn't know what Xander had meant by that, but at the time he didn't 
really care, he felt warm and safe crushed between these two humans. 

"Xander's right. We want to stay with you, always."

Spike smelled the blood instantly and his demon rushed to the surface looking 
for it's source. Xander had made a deep wound in the side of his throat and was 
pulling the vampire towards it.

"Drink Spike, drink and then change him. When it's over it will be my turn. We'll 
be your new family, and we won't ever leave you."

Willow gently pushed Spike toward Xander and smiled as he latched onto the 
man and began drinking deeply. She watched as Spike pulled away and tore 
into his own wrist and fed Xander his blood before laying him gently onto the stone floor.
 
"Why luv? Just tell me that before I turn you."

"Because It's what we want. What we need. I can cure you Spike, but not until 
I'm changed, I need the darkness to cast the spell. Don't you want to be whole? 
To kill? To feed? To spend forever with someone who loves you?"

Willow brought the blade to her own throat and sliced into it. Spike pulled her 
close and once again drank deeply of warm living blood. He pulled away just in 
time to feed her from his own veins to bring her across. 

Spike looked down at his soon to be childer and smiled. It was turning out to 
be a good day after all. What better gift to recieve than two loyal childer, a 
promise of eternal love and the return of his bite? Sod Angelus and Dru! He 
didn't need them anymore, he had his own family now.

Spike dragged Xander and Willow down to the lower level of the crypt and put 
them in his bed. He then cleaned up all traces of their ever being there and 
returned downstairs to watch over his new family. 

Outside Buffy and Giles were combing Sunnydale trying to find Xander and 
Willow. Ethan Rayne had come back and bespelled them all to act out on their 
most secret desires. By the time the spell wore off of Buffy and Giles, they were 
mortified at the things they had done. . . to each other. They assumed that 
somewhere, Xander and Willow were probably re-enacting the clothes fluke 
episode from highschool. Buffy just wanted to find them and explain before they 
ruined their friendship. Thank God Spike wasn't involved, otherwise they'd all 
be dead. She had no doubts what so ever that his most secret desires would 
involve killing them all.

Spike smiled as he watched Xanders golden eyes open and fix upon him. His 
was a truly stunning vampire, he always knew the boy would be gorgeous. He 
leaned in and pressed his lips to his childes. He was pleased when Xander 
opened his mouth to him instantly and pulled him in close.

"Spike, sire. Please."

"Shh luv, I know what you need. Lay back, let me take care of you."

Spike swiftly undressed them both and lay himself down on his first childe. He 
rolled his hips and watched the look of pleasure and need wash over Xanders 
face as their cocks rubbed together. He new he didn't have much time to waist 
on foreplay as Willow would be waking soon as well. He lifted Xanders legs 
and then bit into his own finger before using the blood as lubricant as he 
prepared Xander for entry. Spike coated his shaft in blood as well before 
pushing in. Xanders eyes rolled back in his head and he snarled as Spike drove 
into him at a frenzied pace. He was very close to cumming.

"Touch yourself childe, let me see you."

Xander began furiously pumping his erection as Spike jack hammered into him. 
It was too much for his newly enhansed senses and he came with a howl. Spike 
followed behind him and bit into Xanders neck as he came. He retracted his 
fangs, licked over the wound and then kissed Xander before rolling off of him.

"Is it my turn to play?"

Willow was sitting up, naked, and playing with herself as she watched her sire 
fuck her best friend and brother. It was extremely arousing and she was 
desperate for Spike to take her as well. Spike took one look at her displaying 
herself to him so wantonly and began to swell again. He chuckled as he noticed 
that Xander was watching as well and had also risen to the occasion.

"Come here luv, I want you to ride me."

Willow immediately obeyed. She climbed onto Spike and began lowering 
herself on his cock. Spike moaned as she began to ride him in earnest. The 
witch was definately not shy anymore. He looked over at Xander and saw him 
jerking himself off as he watched. He wanted to keep these two forever. He felt 
Willow clench around him as she came, her demon to the fore and growling. 
She was magnificent. He came as well, and so did Xander. Morning was only a 
few minutes away now and they needed to sleep.

Tonight they needed to hunt, and then they needed to get out of Sunnyhell. He 
wasn't letting the slayer get a hold of his childer. She would stake them or soul 
them, either way it wasn't going to happen. Willow said she could remove the 
chip, and once she did the world would be theirs. 

Spike pulled Willow and Xander close to him, one on each side and smiled as 
they curled around him before drifting off with the first rays of the dawn. It had 
been one hell of a death-day, he'd gotten everything he really wanted, he 
couldn't remember one better. 


THE END


Title: Happy Death-day Sire
Author: Cassy Mills
E-mail: TBA
Website: http://www.geocities.com/kiwileesa2000/jameschick
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Willow
Rating: NC17
Summary: Follows 'Happy Death-day Spike'. It's one year later.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. 
Notes: This is for Mel because she asked for it first.


Happy Death-day Sire


Spike woke up in the middle of the bed, his childer spooned to him on either 
side. It was the only way he ever wanted to wake up again. He never knew 
having childer would be this rewarding. Maybe it was because his were special, 
because they knew all about vampires and demons before they were turned. 
Maybe it was because they had asked for it. What ever the cause, Spike was 
happy. He was chip-free thanks to his lovely Willow, she was quite the 
powerful sorceress since she'd been turned. At least she wasn't crazy enough to 
want to send the world to hell though. She was having too much fun for that.

And Xander. Hell the boy was a natural. He had so much rage and hatred 
buried within himself from years of neglect and abuse. He was a perfect 
predator. He looked like a man now too. Gone were the baggy pants and loud 
print shirts. Spike was proud of the new look his childe had chosen. Black 
pants, either leather or denim, a tight t-shirt in a dark colour - burgundy usually 
black boots and a leather coat. He let his hair grow out a bit as well, it now fell 
in loose waves around his face. 

They made quite a site when they were out together. Willow between them, her 
red hair shining in the streetlights, her tight clothes and high heeled boots. She 
was nothing like her mortal self dress-wise. Gone were the fuzzy shirts and the 
long flowing skirts. She had a body and she showed it off. 

It had been a year since their death. A year since they had moved to LA and 
killed Angel for good. One year ago that Spike had been thoroughly shocked 
by the offer of the two slayerettes to be his for eternity. He never once regretted 
taking them up on it. He found out later that he had a chaos wizard to thank for 
his lovely childer. An old chum of the watchers even. Seems he'd cast a little 
spell to make people act on their innermost desires. 

He would have loved to see the bitch on her knees servicing old Ripper. It 
would have been right funny to see them when the spell wore off. He knew the 
kind of desires the watcher harboured. He was surprised the slayer was still 
able to walk. But the best part was that he knew that Xander and Willow had 
secretly wanted him. To belong to him, to be like him. 

Of course he wasn't unaffected by the spell himself. He desired companionship, 
love, fidelity. He was tired of being alone, being chipped and forced to work for 
the good guys. Living off their hand outs and performing for them just to keep 
from being alone. He wanted a family again. He got one and it was better than 
the first one. He was the sire, the one in charge, and his childer respected him, 
they loved him. It was a rare thing for a demon to love, but they did. He loved 
his childer, and they loved him. Something that they were about to physically 
demonstrate any minute now when they awoke. Mornings always started with a 
good shagging.

"Happy death-day sire."

Willow slid her hand down along Spikes chest toward his half hard cock. She 
stroked him to full hardness and then took him in her mouth. 

"Mmm, save some for me. I want to play too. Happy death-day sire."

Xander slid down Spikes body and joined Willow licking and sucking at Spikes 
cock and balls. They kissed and licked at each other around their sires shaft. 
Spike watched it all through hooded eyes. It was a very erotic site, one he 
would never tire of. He pulled Willow up to his mouth and kissed her roughly 
before throwing her down on her back. He spread her legs and pushed himself 
inside her slick channel. He turned to see his other childe watching with lust 
filled eyes and stroking himself. 

"Take me."

Spike growled the order and Xander hurried to obey. It wasn't often that he 
was allowed to mount his sire and he wasn't going to give up the privilege. He 
knew Spike liked to be fucked now and again, and he looked forward to doing 
it when ever his sire allowed it. He quickly slicked his cock and slid into his sires 
tight hole. He held still and waited for the order to move.

Spike remained motionless and just allowed himself to feel. He loved being 
surrounded by his childer this way, filling and being filled at the same time. A 
long time ago, this very thing had happened with two other vampires. This was 
better than those times. 

"Fuck me Xander!"

The words were barely out of Spike mouth when he felt himself pushed into 
Willow with savage thrusts. His childe knew he liked it rough, and so did the 
other one. The bed springs groaned under the assault and Spike was sure this 
would be the time the whole thing gave way. He didn't care so long as it didn't 
interupt his shagging session.

Xander was close and was desperately holding off his release. He wouldn't cum 
until Spike told him too. That meant that Willow had to cum first, then Spike, 
and lastly Xander. It was the order of things when they did this. When Xander 
was in the middle, he was allowed to cum as soon as he brought Willow off. 

Willow tensed around Spikes cock as her orgasm crashed through her. She 
clawed at his back leaving trails of blood. Spike looked into her yellow eyes 
and gowled before sinking his fangs in her throat. 

Xanders thrusts became erratic as he smelled his sires blood. He leaned in to 
taste it as he continued to fuck his sire into Willow. Spike arched into the touch 
of his tongue cleaning the blood from his back. Within moments Spike came 
with a howl and Xander followed right behind him.  They all collapsed in a heap 
of cool naked flesh. Eventually Spike and Xander shifted off of Willow and they 
took up thier previous positions with Spike in the middle and the younger 
vampires on either side of him.

"So, you kids wanna shag all day, or do you want your prezzies?"

"Prezzies!"

They both shouted at once. Spike chuckled and rolled over Xander to get out 
of the bed. 

"Get yer kit on then."

Willow and Xander got dressed and followed Spike upstairs to the top of the 
old house they lived in. They could hear two hearts beating and followed the 
sound. When Spike opened the door to the attic room Xander and Willow 
smiled ferally at their former friend and tormentor - Cordelia chase. 

She was tied up with a black silk bow stuck to her head. There was a tag 
attached to it, it read: To Xander, I hope you enjoy your prezzie. Love Spike. 
Xander smiled at his sire and kissed him softly.

"Thank you sire. It's perfect. Can I play with her before I eat her?"

"Of course, luv. It's your prezzie."

Willow looked at the other human, he wasn't much to look at, young and skinny 
but he had power. There was something oddly familiar about him but she knew 
they had never met. 

"Is he for me sire?"

"Yes luv, he is."

"Who is he?"

"He's a special one. Human but not quite, born of two vampires. That there is 
Connor. Angel and Darlas son. And he's all yours."

Willow squealed and hugged Spike tightly before pressing kisses all over his 
face. 

"Thank you! He's perfect. He's strong too, he'll last for days I just know it."

Spike chuckled at his girls enthusiasm. She did like to play with her food. 
Xander leaned over to Willow and whispered in her ear. She smiled at him and 
then they both advanced on Spike. He found himself crushed between two very 
happy vampires who were purring in either ear.

"We have something special for you as well, Spike."

"Uh huh. I put it in the basement, with a little spell on it so you wouldn't know it 
was there."

"Well by all means, pets. Lead on."

Dragging their new play things with them, the two vampires led their sire down 
stairs. Willow disappeared to the basement briefly before returning and placing 
a small statue in front of Spike. She whispered an incantation and watched her 
sire as his present was revealed. 

"I hope you like it, we thought it was a perfect gift for you."

Spike grinned evilly as he looked down at Buffy who was sprawled helplessly at 
his feet. He looked back to his childer and smiled at them.

"It's bloody perfect. I don't know what to say."

Willow and Xander each kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't say anything. We just want you to be happy."

"Happy death-day sire."

And it was. For all of them.

End

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