Merry Fucking Christmas

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I used to sleep outside on Christmas. I told people I liked it, but most of them knew that the real reason was that I just wanted to get away from my family. They tended to drink a lot at Christmas time. Not that they didn’t drink the rest of the year, but at Christmas we had company that drank, too. So I’d sleep outside, as far away from them as possible.

I’m still not sure why I slept outside, especially after I found out what actually goes bump in the night. Sunnydale’s nightlife isn’t exactly camper-friendly. But I did it. And I never got eaten.

Then Anya came into my life. After I moved out, into my own apartment, I didn’t sleep outside anymore. Christmas morning usually consisted of a few rounds of wake-up sex, opening gifts, more sex, breakfast, then sex in the shower before convening with the rest of the Scoobies for more gift exchange.

This year, he didn’t know what was going to happen for Christmas. Anya was gone. Off, searching for herself, to see if she had a bigger purpose than marrying me. I guess it hurt, but she’d been gone for almost 9 months now, so it didn’t hurt much anymore. I was lonely for a long time. Of course, then there was Spike.

It was strange, the way things happened with Spike. One night, I was sitting alone in my apartment, watching some late night movie, laughing at the absurdities of vampire mythology in the movies, and being bored. A knock on the door interrupted me, and I opened it into the hall to find Spike standing on my doorstep, looking pensive. He just stood there staring at me for a few minutes.

“I’m not inviting you in,” I told him, defiance on my face. I didn’t really mind him, of course. He was actually kind of a nice guy, if you looked past the fact that he was an asshole. I mean, he had a good heart when he decided to use it. But he had a chip in his head. I had no doubts that if he were able to get it removed, I’d be near the top of his list of people to bite. Which I didn’t want.

“Didn’t expect you to, Harris,” he muttered. “Just wanted to talk to you. Come outside?” I rolled my eyes and followed him out the door.

“Okay, what do you want?”

“Told you. Wanted to talk.”

“Then talk, Spike.” Silence for a minute. I was about to get fed up and leave.

“Right. Wanna shag?”

I stared at him. Sick joke. He thought he was so funny. He had to be messing with my head.

“Close your mouth, something’s liable to fly in there and die,” Spike finally said after a few moments. His voice held a touch of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry. My brain seems to have shut down. What did you say?”

“I said, wanna shag?”

“You’re insane! What the hell are you doing?! What kind of a joke is this?”

“Not a joke. You’re hot. I’m hot. Neither of us is attached at the moment. Wanna shag?”

“You’re…That’s…what on earth makes you think I’d want to…”

“You haven’t said no, yet.”

I just stared at him, gaping. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. But he was right. I hadn’t said no. Why not?

I opened my mouth to do just that. I was about to say no, but nothing came out of my mouth. No sound, no air, nothing. I was speechless.

“Right then,” Spike said, and leapt forward, crushing my mouth under his in a wild, passionate kiss. And even though I didn’t mean to, I kissed him back.

Eventually, we made it back to my apartment, and I did invite him in. I guess all the kissing had cut off the oxygen to my brain, and since the blood was rushing to other, less intellectual parts of my anatomy, I completely forgot my resolution to never invite vampires into my home. We made it to the couch before we were both naked, and in a tornado of kisses, licks, nibbles and gropes, found a wild release in orgasm. It was amazing. I’d never felt anything like it.

That was two months ago. Spike had been spending almost every night with me since then. And now, it was almost Christmas. I didn’t know what was going to happen. Did Spike celebrate Christmas? It was a Christian holiday, and Spike wasn’t exactly religious. Being a demon’ll do that to you.

Of course, I’d gotten him a gift. A cookie jar vampire. As a joke. The real present was a set of keys to my house. So he could move in for good, and we’d have every night together. Yeah, it was sappy, but Spike had a romantic side I’d never expected to see. One time, he’d slept late and hadn’t been able to make it to his crypt before dawn, and stayed the day while I went to work. When I came home, he’d set up what looked like a hundred white candles, and sprinkled flower petals all over the large double bed. Then he’d fucked me till my brains leaked out all over said flower petals. It was beautiful.

It was Christmas Eve. I was waiting for Spike, who’d promised to come by as soon as night fell, so we could have a romantic evening before having sex till Christmas morning. When the knock on the door came, I jumped in anticipation. I wondered what he’d say when I gave him the keys.

I didn’t expect who I saw at the door. She’d been gone for nine months. Yet, there was Anya, standing at my door. Wearing a Santa Claus hat. And nothing else.

“Jesus!” I cried, yanking her into the apartment before any of my neighbors could see her. “Anya! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to surprise you for Christmas,” she said cheerily. Then she leapt into my arms, mouth devouring mine in a searing kiss.

“Gah!” I cried when another knock sounded at the door. It was Spike. It had to be Spike. I shooed Anya into the bedroom. “Hide in the closet,” I whispered. She looked at me strangely before I closed the bedroom door in her face and went to the door. I flung it open.

But it wasn’t Spike. Tara and Willow stood there, holding hands. Thankfully, they had on more clothes than Anya had. But not by much. Willow wore jeans and a low silk blouse, and Tara had on a strapless little black dress. Both were looking a little embarrassed, but hopeful.

“Will! Tara! Um, hi, guys. Don’t think I’m not happy to see you, but what on earth are you doing here?”

“Okay, well, here’s the thing,” Willow said, shyly. “We were kind of wondering if you, um, wanted to have a threesome with us.” I gaped like a fish. Tara and Willow wanted a threesome? With me? This was too weird.

“You what?” I asked, knowing that I’d heard wrong.

“We want a threesome. Tara’s never had sex with a guy, and we were thinking you’d be perfect.”

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. It’s just, that, you know, like Willow says, there’s nothing like a guy shooting his man-juice into your pussy,” Tara added. I couldn’t find anything to say to that. I’d certainly never expected anything like this from Tara, or Willow, for that matter. I figured I was dreaming. I must have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Spike.

“Nobody EVER calls it man-juice in real life!” Willow giggled, elbowing her lover. Tara blushed and giggled, but I still wasn’t thinking with my higher thought processes. If I had, I would have noticed the correlation between Anya showing up on my doorstop wearing nothing but a Santa Claus hat, and two of my closest friends asking me to be part of a threesome with them. All I could think was that three beautiful women wanted to have sex with me. Right now. Beyond that, my brain was on an extended holiday.

“So?” Tara asked, locking the front door behind them. “What do you say?”

“I…” I said intelligently. Willow chuckled, and stepped forward, placing a hand on my arm.

“It’s okay, Xander,” she said. “You’re allowed to be nervous, and shocked. Doing this isn’t going to change our friendship, I promise.”

Another knock on the door. This had to be Spike. What would he say when I told him the story later? Or would the girls want him to join in? Oh God. I’d actually just thought that.

I opened it, and my jaw dropped to the floor again. Not Spike. Angel, Cordelia, Gunn, and Wesley. Not Spike.

“Um…hi?” I said, looking at the newcomers quizzically.

“Xander, hi,” said Angel, nodding once. Cordelia and Wesley shot me beaming smiles, and Gunn nodded.

“Um…apocalypse?” I asked, still not completely coherent.

“Actually…” Cordelia started, “we were wondering something.”

“Oh. Um, come in,” I said, opening the door the rest of the way. The group entered the apartment, looking nervous.

“This is going to sound strange,” Angel said. “Oh, hey, Willow, Tara.”

Willow and Tara smiled, then exchanged a glance. I knew what that look meant, and the blood rushed away from my head.

“So, we were wondering,” Angel said, looking at his friends for a final confirmation. They all blushed a little, and Angel continued. “Would you like to have an orgy with us?”

I started to choke, in both laughter and shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. For sure now, it was a joke. Or a spell.

Willow giggled. “Do you mind if we join in?” she asked Angel. He grinned at her.

“Not at all. Anyone else?”

“Anya’s in the bedroom,” I sighed in defeat.

“Anya’s here?” Willow said. “She’s back in town?”

“Apparently,” I said. “Hey, Ahn?” I said, louder. “Wanna come out here for a minute?”

Anya opened the door, still wearing nothing but her Santa Claus hat. She grinned. “Are they coming to have sex with us, Xander?” she said.

“If you don’t mind,” Gunn said, staring at her naked form unabashedly.

“Not at all! Everyone here is very attractive. I’d like to have sex with all of you.”

“Then it’s settled. Sure you don’t mind, Xander?” Angel asked, looking at him dubiously. Xander thought for a moment. Did he want to do this? Well…yes. But should he? What if Spike came, and got angry?

Wait. Spike would just join in. This was a good idea.

“No. I don’t mind,” I said with a smile. Willow grinned, then leaned forward and kissed me. At first, it was strange, but then Tara was behind me, running her hands across my back, and wrapping her arms around me, to unbutton my shirt at the front. I looked over at the other people in my home as Willow’s tongue counted my molars, and saw that Anya was already kissing Wesley and undressing him. Angel stepped forward and started to kiss the back of Willow’s neck, running his hands across her breasts. Gunn and Cordelia moved to the sofa, and Gunn sat down, Cordy straddling his lap as they kissed. I decided that this whole thing was a very good thing indeed.

Soon, we were all mostly naked. I was kissing Tara now, while Wesley and Angel were licking Anya’s neck and breasts, touching each others’ chests. A knock at the door jerked me to attention, and I smiled at Tara, pulling away.

“It’s just Spike,” I announced while everyone scrambled for clothing. “Is it okay if he joins us?” I asked. The group nodded and went back to their activities. I swung open the door, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile, and screamed, jumping back, as I saw Buffy standing in the doorway.

“Buffy!” I cried. The entire group jumped, looking for something to cover themselves with.

“What’s going on here?” she cried, taking in the scene. Her eyes had grown into large round globes, and her mouth was agape.

“We were, um, having an orgy,” Willow said, looking down, trying to cover her breasts with her hands. Buffy looked at each person in the room in turn.

“Oh.” She stared for another moment. “Um…do you mind if I join you?” she asked. Angel stepped forward and took her hand, leading her into the room. I closed the door behind her. Angel kissed her gently, and I went back to Tara’s mouth. Willow came over, and started kissing Tara while I worked her bra clasp.

“I think I’m going to go give Angel a hand in catching Buffy up,” I said, stepping back. I watched Willow and Tara kiss for a few more moments before turning around. I placed a hand on Buffy’s back and stepped so that I was standing against her. Her hands came back to run through my hair while Angel kissed her, and I started to lift her shirt up. She and Angel broke apart so that I could pull it over her head, and Angel stepped around her and started to kiss me.

I’d kissed Spike lots of times, considering we’d been sleeping together for a while now, but kissing Angel was totally different. Where Spike was demanding, Angel was soothing. Where Spike’s passion was wild, Angel’s was gentle and sweet. But no less arousing. Buffy watched us for a moment, as our tongues dueled, and then she started to lick our chests, alternating between us. She glanced up at our mouths, which were gaining passion.

“Wow,” she breathed. Angel and I broke apart to look at her questioningly.

“You okay?” Angel asked, touching her arm. She shuddered.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. Definitely okay. I just…I didn’t realize how hot two guys would look kissing.”

I chuckled. “Nice, huh?” I asked her, a hand running across Angel’s abdomen, causing him to shiver.

“Very, very nice,” she said. “Do it again.”

Angel chuckled, and we went back to kissing. I felt a hot body pressing against my back, and a wet tongue trace my spine.

I broke the kiss, letting Angel kiss his way down my neck, while I looked to see who was back there. Anya looked up at me, lust in her eyes. She leaned up and kissed me.

“I think it’s time to stop standing,” Angel murmured against my nipple, and I agreed. I looked around the room, and saw that Wesley was in the middle of a lesbian-witch sandwich, while Cordy and Gunn were writhing on my couch.

“Do you have condoms?” Anya asked me, as Angel, Buffy and I sank to the floor, a tangle of groping limbs and sucking mouths. I nodded, pointing to the bedroom.

Anya moved to the bedroom, and came back with an industrial size box of glow-in-the-dark condoms. She passed them around, making sure each person in the room had at least three within reach, then left the box in the middle of the floor for later.

When she came back to us, Buffy was sitting on my face while Angel’s mouth trailed downward across my torso. I was panting, tasting Buffy’s juices as she mewled over me. My hips jerked up against Angel’s talented mouth, and I groaned at the sensation when he nipped lightly at the skin on my hipbone. My boxers were gone.

“Oh God!” cried Gunn from the sofa. I looked over, and saw that Cordy’s head was bobbing up and down on his lap, and his eyes were rolling back in his head. Anya moved up, and kneeling beside my head, started to kiss Buffy. Watching my ex girlfriend and former crush go at it above my head while I licked Buffy’s soaking folds was almost too much. Add to that Angel’s lips, which were trailing light kisses up and down my hard cock, and I thought I’d lose my mind.

When Angel’s mouth enveloped me, I thought I might. My head jerked up, causing my nose to bump up against Buffy’s distended clit, and she gasped, grinding her hips down. Angel took my entire length down, his tongue working, fluttering, while he sucked for all he was worth. Buffy keened loudly and came, her climax crashing over her, triggering mine, and I thrust my hips up against Angel, who swallowed every last drop happily. Buffy rolled off me as Angel slowly licked my softening member, and Anya moved over to where Angel was, and pushed him onto his back, then thrust her hips down onto him, sheathing her inside him tightly. I watched as she rode him hard, and sat up to suck at her nipples. Neither lasted long, far too aroused by watching Buffy and I come, and Anya cried out as Angel thrust his hips up to meet her roughly, and they both came hard. The four of us melted into a sated puddle on the floor, watching as Wesley fucked Willow brutally while his face was buried between Tara’s thighs. The three came as one, moaning and whimpering with the force of it. Cordy and Gunn must have finished before our foursome had, because they were watching with interest. I crawled over to where Tara, Wesley and Willow lay, and started to kiss Tara, my arousal already starting to rise again.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” I asked her between kisses. She looked at me for a moment before nodding, and rolled on to her back. I picked up a condom, but didn’t put it on yet. I kissed her some more, playing with her breasts, my hands sometimes straying down to play at her sopping folds.

When Tara was writhing under my ministrations, I decided it was time. I sheathed myself in the condom, and gently pushed into her tight channel.

“You don’t have to be too gentle,” she rasped in my ear. “Willow and I do play with dildos.” Her words heightened my arousal, and I began thrusting into her, my hips grinding against hers with each stroke. I felt a hand on my back and turned my head to see who was touching me. Wesley was looking at me, a little shy.

“Would you mind terribly if I fucked you while you fuck her?” he asked me gently. I stopped moving for a moment, despite Tara’s grunts of protest.

“There’s lube in the bedroom. On the nightstand,” I told him in answer, starting to thrust again. Wesley nodded and went to the bedroom. He came back with a large tube of lubricant, and applied a liberal amount to his fingers, pushing one into my ass. He moved slowly, preparing me, touching my prostate now and then. I didn’t know whether to push myself deeper into Tara’s wet heat, or to push back into Wesley’s hand. When he added a second finger, I yelped and thrust back before plunging deeper into Tara. My eyes rolled back when Wesley brushed my prostate again, and then he removed his fingers. I started to protest, but I saw him put another condom on himself, then slicken up his cock with more lube. I spread my legs wider, which not only opened me up wider, but also pushed Tara’s thighs further apart so I could thrust deeper. I stopped moving for a moment, to allow Wesley to enter me. He pushed forward slowly, and I moaned at the sensation. I’d had Spike inside me, and I’d been inside other people, but never had I felt both at the same time. It was amazing. Wesley began to thrust in earnest, which pushed my hips forward into Tara, who keened with pleasure. Willow was soon in front of us, sitting on Tara’s face, facing me. I leaned forward and began to lick at her clit while Tara pushed her tongue in and out of her channel. Willow keened, and came quickly, which finally sent Tara over the edge. Tara spasming around me brought me to orgasm, and I cried out as my cock jerked inside her, letting loose into the condom. My throbbing organ sent her into another climax, and as my muscles convulsed around Wes, he cried out and came.

The four of us sighed and lay back to watch as Buffy bent over and let Angel ram into her wet pussy as hard as he could. Gunn stepped forward and prepared himself and Angel, then thrust into Angel’s ass, and Cordelia went to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. She moved over to Wesley, and poured it over his chest, then began to slowly lick it off. Wesley giggled and moaned, spent but not adverse to her actions. His cock hardened again, and Cordy straddled him, then began to ride him hard into the floor. The sounds of coupling around us sent Willow and Tara into another frenzy, and they moved into a position that allowed them to lick at each others’ wet cores. I watched the three groups, growing a little more aroused, but not wanting to interrupt. They all looked so perfect. Angel drove into Buffy with more force than I’d ever seen the vampire do anything, with Gunn behind him, driving in just as hard. Cordy’s head was thrown back in wild abandon as she slammed her hips down onto Wes, who thrust his hips up into her with equal force. Willow and Tara were gentler, but no less passionate, bringing each other to the brink again and again. A knock at the door caught my attention, but nobody else heard it. I slipped on a robe quickly, and opened the door, peeking out.

Spike stood on my doorstep, a smirk on his face and a flower in his hand.

“Merry Crimbo,” he said, smiling at me.

“You’re late,” I said, crushing him against the door jam in a passionate kiss. As my tongue fought for dominance with his, he managed to close the door and untie my robe, his hands running all over my chest and back, finally resting on my ass cheeks and squeezing, grinding his already hard cock against me.

I gasped and pulled him into the room, already heading for where Wesley had dropped the lube, and picked it up, while undressing Spike.

He turned me over, and realizing that I’d already been fucked once tonight, he didn’t waste time preparing me. He put a little lube on his own cock, and thrust into me roughly. I cried out at the pleasure, and he started thrusting in earnest, pulling out almost all the way before burying himself to the hilt again. Each stroke brushed my prostate, and I must have been making a lot of noise because Angel was suddenly in front of me, his cock in my mouth. He thrust into my face, but not far enough to choke me. With Spike’s cock thrusting into my ass, and Angel’s in my mouth, I thought I’d die from the pleasure. Then a hot mouth enveloped my cock, and I looked down to see Willow sucking me. The sight sent me over the edge, and I spurted into her mouth. She swallowed readily, and my groans sent off a chain reaction. The vibration made Angel come deep into my mouth, and I swallowed eagerly, and Spike thrust three more times before he pulled my hips roughly back, and, buried to the hilt, Spike exploded inside me. I was instantly a puddle of goo, and lay down on my back, Spike’s arms wrapped around me as he snuggled in close.

“Did you like your Christmas present?” he asked slyly.

“What do you mean?” I asked sleepily.

“Spike didn’t tell you yet?” Cordy asked from where she was curled up between Buffy and Gunn, who were leisurely playing with her nipples.

“Tell me what?” I asked. I looked at my bleached vampire lover. “What?”

“I invited them all here tonight. For your Christmas present,” he replied, entirely too pleased with himself.

“This was your idea?” I asked, trying to be shocked. I couldn’t do it. This was something only Spike would do.

“Of course! You like?”

“Do I LIKE?” I cried. “I just had an orgy with Anya, Tara, Willow, Angel, Cordelia, Gunn, Wesley, Buffy, and you. What’s not to like?”

Spike leaned forward and kissed me. “So what’d you get me?” he asked, breaking the kiss. I laughed, and dove in for another kiss.

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