It had been a while since Xander had gotten so excited about something as silly as Halloween, but excitement looked good on him, and Spike enjoyed watching him sneaking around, thinking he was making plans behind his lover's back.
Of course, he frowned slightly, there was that one night last week when he'd actually managed to lose track of the brat for three whole hours, but then the goofy git had come bouncing back, babbling about having a secret and making Spike promise not to try and find out what it was. As if...
And now it was the night when all good ghosts and ghouls and fiendish monsters stayed off the streets so the humans could make complete idiots of themselves dressed up as mummies and witches and pocket-sized Draculas.
The night that Xander had promised would be a night to remember. The night he shared the 'secret' he'd been hiding.
Spike was sprawled naked on the bed, as ordered, and had been waiting there, patiently, for almost an hour. His gaze wandered around the room, trying to spot something that would give him a clue as to what to expect. He sniffed. He could smell something... hear something. It was almost...
A sound from his left had him twisting round, only to freeze, balanced on one hip and one hand, as he saw what his senses had been trying to tell him.
Xander. It was his Xander, vampire now these forty years and more, yet suddenly with a heartbeat and a body temperature Spike could feel heating up his skin where he lay, too stunned to move. His Xander, in an eye-searing shirt of neon greens and yellows and blues, and a pair of cargo pants so baggy they could probably fit both of them inside with room to spare.
A smile, as wicked as ever, lit the face he'd come to love more than his life and then his boy was on the bed beside him, bouncing with badly restrained glee.
"When Tara died three years ago, Jesse Junior found a parcel and a note addressed to Angel in LA. It took him eighteen months to track Deadboy down to the beach house in La Jolla. If he hadn't loved his Grandma Tara so much and grown up listening to her stories, he never would have taken the time off work to hunt him down and make him listen. You know how much he hates to be reminded of what he was." They shared a smirk and then Xander was bouncing again.
"Jesse made Angel promise to do what Tara had said in the note. So, after Jesse had gone home, Angel called here. You were out, which was great, 'cause that meant I got to keep the whole thing secret, and the spell was fairly simple so I knew I could manage it on my own, I just had to find the right clothes and get everything together and take delivery of the parcel without you guessing I was up to something sneaky and I did and it worked and here I am!"
Xander's tendency to babble when excited had reached whole new levels once he no longer had to breathe. Sometimes he left Spike gasping for unnecessary breath in reaction to his constant flow of chatter. This was one of those times, and Spike found himself reaching out and clamping a hand across the motormouth in question to stop the flow of words while he mentally caught up.
"The little earth witch made us up a spell before she died and left a note telling the Poof to give it to us? Why not just send it here?"
A dark eyebrow quirked at him, and Spike pulled his hand away, not quite fast enough to avoid the moist swipe of a hot-blooded tongue. He shivered.
"The note was written years ago, while we were off touring the world. She didn't know how to get in touch. By the time our postcards arrived we'd always moved on, so she addressed it to Angel and, I don't know, maybe she just forgot about it after Willow's... accident, or maybe it just didn't seem so important any more. So it got put away somewhere and forgotten until Jesse was clearing out the cottage."
Spike couldn't resist reaching out and touching skin that hadn't been so alive and warm in decades. It brought back memories of their first time, and suddenly Spike realised why Xander was dressed so like his old self.
"Later, Pet. You can tell me all about it, later. Right now I want to see if you're this hot everywhere..."
"Oh! Gods, Xan, I'd forgotten how hot you'd be inside!"
Spike froze, savouring the heated velvet skin clenched tightly around his cooler cock. He shuddered in reaction as Xander flexed hidden inner muscles, sending shivers of sensation through them both.
"Like fucking fire. You burn me up, luv, inside and out."
He began to thrust again, slow and deep, rocking them both into the deep mattress until they were ready to explode from the constant stimulation and raw nerve-endings and picture perfect memories of their very first night.
Xander struggled up onto his elbows and rolled his head back to expose the vulnerable stretch of his throat.
"Now, Spike," he panted. "Now, just like you did... the first time. Please."
Warm flesh parted under careful fangs and the feel/taste of hot blood pumping out made them both convulse in ecstasy.
It was some time before either of them could speak. As usual, Xander was the one to break the silence.
"I forgot the best bit."
Spike turned to glare at him in disbelief. "That wasn't the best bit?"
Xander grinned. "Well, yeah, but the bestest best bit is that the spell is reusable. We can do this every Halloween if we want to. We just need to get the ingredients together. Tara included a list, and she even added a bit about what we should do if you ever want a turn at being the warm one."
The stunned expression of on Spike's face was one that Xander rarely got to see, and he spent the next fifteen minutes gazing at it raptly. He did so enjoy surprising his Sire. He already had an idea for his next trick...