The Christmas Carol by Mefiant
 
 
Chapter #1 - ALL
 
Written for alwaysjbj and beta'd by slaymesoftly.

The Christmas Carol

“Good King Wenceslas look'd out on the feast of Stephen,”

Buffy tossed in her bed, the noise from outside filtering through her open window and wrestling her from her dreams. She lie there for a few moments trying to work out what had disturbed her.

“When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.”

She sighed; someone had obviously been enjoying a little too much Christmas cheer. Their loud and drunken rendition of…what song was that anyway?

“Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.”

Buffy stifled a laugh as the last notes of the verse warbled out through the still air;only to be cut short and replaced with the crash of bins and a string of swearing. A frown settled across her face as a few of the expletives became clearer in the still air.

“Bloody Hell, who put that there?? Where the hell was I?”

Silence filled the air before the now recognisable English accent filled the night once more.

"Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder peasan, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"

Buffy practically flew out of bed. “Spike!” she muttered through gritted teeth as she hastily pulled on some clothes. Moving to the window she scanned the yard for signs of the bleached menace.

"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Anges' fountain."

Buffy cursed when she realised that she would have to go outside to hunt down the bane of her existence. She started to stomp down the hallway, before realising that if the vampire’s drunken warbling hadn’t woken her mother, her angry steps would. Pausing for a moment to calm herself, Buffy continued her descent to the front door more quietly.

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither."

“Yup definitely out front,” Buffy muttered to herself as she opened the front door. “Spike?” She ventured out onto the front porch, her shoulders slumping as she saw the lights that shone from several of the neighbours windows. Her mother was sure to receive some angry calls in the morning. “Spike?” Buffy called again a little louder.

“’ello, Slayer. Come sing wit me; ‘s nearly Christmas, after all.” Spike sat slumped against the tree in the front yard, his legs splayed before him and a bottle clutched in one hand.

Buffy gritted her teeth as she marched over to where Spike sat grinning up at her, a devilish glint filling his eyes. “I don’t know the words,” Buffy ground out as she tried to grab his arm and pull him upright.

“How the hell can you not know the words?” Spike stared at her quizzically. “Song’s famous; been around since I was a bloody baby. How can you not know the words?”

“I just don’t! Ok?” Buffy started tugging at his arm more forcefully, not noticing the wicked grin he was giving her. Suddenly Spike twisted his hand around, clasping it firmly around her wrist and yanking her down roughly.

“Hey!” Buffy protested as she fell forward and onto Spike. She stiffened as she came to rest snugly between his thighs; her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Buffy could feel a deep rumbling in his chest that reminded her of a feline’s purr. The sound distracted her so that she didn’t realise that Spike had moved one of his legs to twist around hers, trapping her in place. It was only when she felt his hands begin to snake under her clothes that she began to struggle.

“Ewww, Spike, what are you doing?” Buffy continued to struggle, only to find herself pressed more firmly against Spike’s body; the bulge in his jeans rubbed against her just enough to elicit a small groan from her.

“What am I doing? Well,up until you came along, Slayer, I was celebrating the Christmas season with my friend Jack here and a little impromptu carolling.” Spike’s hands began their exploration once more. “’s not like I can do bugger else is it? Can’t bite, can’t fight…well nothin’ human anyway. So the only things left for me to do are drink, fuck and annoy you.” Spike drifted his hand drifted down to caress her buttocks. “Done two of ‘em so far. Wanna help with the last one?”

“NO!” Buffy yelled abruptly. A light flicked on across the street and she held her breath. All she needed was one of her nosy neighbours to find her like this. “I am not going to help you with the third thing,Spike,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re probably not even capable of doing…that.” Buffy briefly thought of Riley and his inability to perform after even a few drinks.

“Ain’t your flaccid little soldier boy, Slayer.” Spike shifted their position so that his hand crept past her buttocks and now rested firmly between her legs, his fingertips dancing lightly across her clit. “I can stay hard all night long.” Spike slid his fingers inside her in one smooth movement, enjoying the way that Buffy’s heart sped up as she tried to squirm forward and away from the intrusion. Spike merely thrust his fingers deeper inside her.
“Spike, stop it.” Buffy closed her eyes as she tried to block out the sensations that his fingers were creating. “You are such a pig.”

“Evil here, Slayer. If you want me to stop so much, you have to do one little thing for me.” Spike grinned as a plan began to form.

“I am NOT getting Riley to take out that chip, Spike.” Buffy squirmed again, unconsciously settling herself more firmly onto his probing fingers. “He’s in Iowa with his family, anyway.”


“’s not what I had in mind, Slayer.”

Buffy’s eyes widened as a rush of images filled her head. “I’m not doing anything with you.”

“Haven’t even heard what I want yet, and you’re sayin’ ‘no’.” Spike licked his lips lightly.

Buffy took a steadying breath. “Ok, Spike, what is it that you want me to do?”

“I want you to sing the rest of the bloody carol with me.” He grinned as Buffy seemed to slump with relief. “Ahhh, not finished yet. I want you to sing the rest with me while you slide one of your hot little hands along my cock.”

“What? No!” Buffy stiffened again, her eyes wide with shock.

“So, you want to spend the rest of the night on the front lawn with my fingers in your pussy while I sing?” Spike began to pump his fingers faster. “I think I should start from the beginning, make sure I haven’t forgotten any of the words. Nice and loud, too, so everyone can enjoy it. I’m sure Joyce would love to come down and listen to me sing.”

“I am so going to stake you,” Buffy gasped as he opened his mouth. Her mind raced; Spike had her arms and legs pinned, so the only thing she could do to shut him up was to cover his mouth with her own.

It had been meant only as a diversionary tactic, but… Buffy soon found herself lost in the kiss. Spike seemed to be as skilled with his lips and tongue as he was with his hands. She found herself toying with the idea of asking him to replace the digits with his tongue; however, she quickly pressed the idea to the back of her mind. Pulling away, she searched franticly for a way out of the situation before she found herself throwing the rules to the wind and dragging the vampire to her bedroom to demand that he show her everything he had learnt in his hundred plus years.

“Ok, ok, I’ll do it.” She finally relented.

Spike stared at her in shock. “You will?”

“Yes, I will, but I have a few conditions.”

Suspicion filled Spikes gaze. “And what would they be, Slayer?”

“First, you take your fingers out.”

“Out of what?” Despite the knowledge that he would probably end up a big pile of dust by the end of the night, Spike was enjoying every minute. “And be specific, Slayer, ‘ve had a few tonight, so I may need it explained to me…in detail.”

Buffy took a deep breath before beginning. “I want to you to take the fingers you currently have inserted in my vagina and remove them from my person completely. Then I will sing the remaining verses of the song, while you remain completely silent.”

“How do I know you won’t stake me the minute I do?” God he loved making her squirm. Spike wondered if she realised that for the past few minutes he hadn’t been moving his hand at all, that she had been the one thrusting onto it his fingers”.

“Do I look like I have a stake on me?” Buffy waited to see what the vampire would do. “By the time I could get up and get a weapon, you would be long gone.”

“I don’t know, Slayer. You could just run on inside, and then I would be back where I started.”

Buffy thought for a moment. “What if I promise that I won’t?”

“I’m not that drunk, pet.”

Buffy thought for a moment, chewing her lip as she did. “Ummm how about…” her eyes lit up, “I invite you in?.”

“What?”

“You, Spike, are invited into my home.” Buffy gave him a reassuring smile. “That way, if I run away, you can follow me and do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

Buffy nodded; it wasn’t like he could hurt her, and she could always get Willow to do the disinvite spell.

“So if you scarper off, I can follow you inside, strip you naked and fuck you on the kitchen table if I want to?”

Buffy gulped. Oops, she hadn’t thought of that, but there was no going back now. All she could do now was close her eyes, sing really fast, give him a couple of strokes, and then she could go back to bed and write the night off as a nightmare.

“Ok then.” Spike pulled his hand out of her track pants and leaned back a little? “Two verses to go, Slayer; better get started. Do you need me to help with the words?”

“No, I know them.”

“Ohhh, lying before, were we?”

“Just shut it, Spike.”

Buffy turned her attention to his jeans. She could do this; she knew she could. She tugged at the buttons, pushing the denim down slightly until his cock sprang free. Tentatively she stretched out her hand, encasing the base firmly and gliding it upwards. The flesh pulsed beneath her touch, strong and firm. Buffy couldn’t help but compare Spike to Riley, whose own cock always seemed soft and semi flaccid even when at its hardest.

Softly, she began to sing the rest of the song

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly.
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly."

“In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted.
Heat was in the very sod which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing;
Ye woh now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.”

As the final notes fell away Buffy cast a quick glance towards Spike’s face. His eyes were closed as he savoured the feel of her hand gliding along his length. She turned her attention back to his cock; a small amount of precum leaked from the tip. For all the innuendo and stimulation, neither of them had achieved any release that night.

“You know I think I may have missed a line; I think I better start from the beginning. Just to be sure.”

Spike groaned his consent, his mind numb to anything but the hand that caressed him.

Without another word, Buffy stood. “I’m just going to get more comfortable.” With a quick look around she noted that the houses surrounding them were once again dark. Silently she stripped off her pants and shirt before straddling him and easing herself onto his cock.

Spikes eyes flew open. “Buffy?”

She smiled. “Wow, you know my name.” Buffy pressed a finger to his lips. “Now be quiet and let me get this right.” She began to move slowly, as she started to sing again. “Good King Wenceslas look'd out on the feast of Stephen.”