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tamingthemuseTitle: Introduction
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #24 - Crabapple
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,226
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Introduction
Spike strode into his new home, dumping his numerous information sheets, schedules and assorted pens and pencils on the table by the door. He dodged the stacks boxes still waiting to be unpacked as he wandered through the living room.
"Da?" he called out, listening quietly for a response.
When he received none, he tried again, louder this time. "Da!" The house remained quiet and the blond boy stopped long enough to draw in an insanely deep breath. However, before he was able to bellow once again, he heard a voice quietly respond, "William, I'm in the kitchen. There's no need to shriek like a banshee."
Spike smiled lightly and made his way through the maze of boxes on the way to the spacious if cluttered kitchen. Sliding into one of the stools set up at the breakfast nook, Spike smiled at the man diligently arranging dishes in the cabinets opposite him.
He waited until his father stopped and acknowledged him.
"All signed up for classes at the university, then?" Ethan Rayne asked.
"Yeah, I was even able to get my schedule worked out like you asked."
"Thank you, William. I appreciate it."
Spike shook his head at his father's insistence of using his given name. "You're welcome, Ethan." The elder Rayne glared at him for a moment before chuckling lightly. "Please don't tell me you want my afternoons free so I can work in that awful store for you."
The older Englishman stopped his organizing for a moment, leveling his son with a serious gaze. "Yes, Spike, I do expect you to come and help me at the store. It's very important that we get everything in and settled as soon as possible. You know our situation is a little dire at the moment."
Spike did know. Ethan had used the very last of their money to come to Sunnydale to buy this house and the shop Ethan planned to open that would sell high quality costumes and antiques. All to follow the love of his life. Spike thought it was stupid, but Ethan had promised him a better life, and besides, things weren't going so well in London, so a new start was required.
"How soon do we start?" the blond boy asked as he walked to the sink, snagging a glass on the way.
"Tomorrow morning," his father informed him. "You have a few weeks before you are scheduled to start classes and I'd like you to help me when you are not helping Rupert."
Ah yes, Rupert. Spike had heard enough about the man his entire life. Well, maybe not his entire life, but his entire life with Ethan Rayne. He didn't know his father even existed until he turned ten years old and his mother died in a car accident. According to the birth certificate, Ethan Rayne was his natural father and after some blood tests, the claim was confirmed.
The two got along swimmingly. It seemed that William's propensity for taking after his father was genetic and not environmental.
Spike drank the tepid water as he stared out the window into the neighboring yard. It was as rundown and ragged as their own, if not more so. When they had spoken to the overexcited real estate agent about moving to town, she had explained to them that this area was what had become known as 'University row'. The entire street had once been single family homes, but with UC Sunnydale so close, many coeds had taken to renting the spacious houses, sometimes cramming eight to ten students in to help curb the high cost. Needless to say, the homes quickly fell into disarray and many needed massive improvements.
That explained how they were able to purchase the house cheaply enough that the Raynes could pay in cash – in full. The bubbly agent was more than helpful and told them she was happy to see another family moving into the area. The one single family left had apparently been there a lifetime and they might benefit from a 'positive influence'.
Spike had nearly doubled over in laughter at the idea for the two of them as anything positive.
If she only knew.
The rustling of leaves caught Spike's attention and he studied the battered tree in the opposite yard for a moment.
"What the bloody hell is that monstrosity?"
Ethan laughed before answering, "According to Jessica, that is a crabapple tree."
Spike turned quickly, his eyebrow quirked. "Jessica? Please don't tell me you're seducing our innocent suburbanite neighbors already."
"No," Ethan responded a little too quickly. "I just happened to wander over to introduce myself. Besides, she seems a little...rough for my tastes and her husband doesn't seem to be the most forgiving bloke around."
"Met them both, did you?"
"Just Jessica. Tony was 'napping' which I believe was code for stone cold pissed."
Spike simply laughed. It seemed they moved to the right neighborhood after all.
As he studied the dilapidated yard, a dark-haired boy trudged up the sidewalk before stopping beneath the hideous tree. The boy leaned up against the dark, mottled trunk, staring at the imposing house.
The blond haired boy studied this new creature. The boy seemed younger than Spike, probably no more than sixteen years old. His hair was a lush, rich brown and hung in waves around his forehead and ears. He no doubt needed a haircut, but Spike loved the way it made him look sad and helpless, almost younger in a way. His skin was pale for a young man in Southern California, although it held onto a sunkissed tint on his cheeks and nose.
Spike couldn't miss the kicked puppy look in his downcast eyes or the slowly fading bruise on the left side of the boy's jaw. His pain called to Spike in a way he'd never felt before. He was going to make the boy his.
"That must be Alexander," Ethan suddenly whispered over Spike's shoulder. The blond boy startled slightly. He had been so intrigued by the boy before him that he'd forgotten about his father completely. "Although Jessica called him Xander. She said his friends came up with the moniker. She's quite worried about him. She had to leave as soon as we were done chatting to attend a meeting at his school about him."
Spike nodded in answer, not trusting his own voice.
"You know, William. Age of consent laws are quite different here in the states than they are back home. You are twenty now. I'd hate for you to get us in a spot of trouble so soon after we've moved in."
The smile that graced the young man's features was nearly predatory as he studied the oblivious boy outside his window.
"Not to worry, Da," he replied, anticipation and lust coloring his voice, making it dark and husky. "I'll be careful. Remember, I learned from the best."
Ethan laughed, his tone matching his son's. "That you did. And don't forget, you start your job with Ripper tomorrow afternoon."
Spike immediately caught his father's slip of the tongue, wondering what wicked plans the man had for his former best friend.
"I won't," Spike replied as he watched the boy sigh heavily before heading inside his home. "And maybe after I get home, I can go over and introduce myself to the boy next door."
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #24 - Crabapple
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,226
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner behind the cut.Spike strode into his new home, dumping his numerous information sheets, schedules and assorted pens and pencils on the table by the door. He dodged the stacks boxes still waiting to be unpacked as he wandered through the living room.
"Da?" he called out, listening quietly for a response.
When he received none, he tried again, louder this time. "Da!" The house remained quiet and the blond boy stopped long enough to draw in an insanely deep breath. However, before he was able to bellow once again, he heard a voice quietly respond, "William, I'm in the kitchen. There's no need to shriek like a banshee."
Spike smiled lightly and made his way through the maze of boxes on the way to the spacious if cluttered kitchen. Sliding into one of the stools set up at the breakfast nook, Spike smiled at the man diligently arranging dishes in the cabinets opposite him.
He waited until his father stopped and acknowledged him.
"All signed up for classes at the university, then?" Ethan Rayne asked.
"Yeah, I was even able to get my schedule worked out like you asked."
"Thank you, William. I appreciate it."
Spike shook his head at his father's insistence of using his given name. "You're welcome, Ethan." The elder Rayne glared at him for a moment before chuckling lightly. "Please don't tell me you want my afternoons free so I can work in that awful store for you."
The older Englishman stopped his organizing for a moment, leveling his son with a serious gaze. "Yes, Spike, I do expect you to come and help me at the store. It's very important that we get everything in and settled as soon as possible. You know our situation is a little dire at the moment."
Spike did know. Ethan had used the very last of their money to come to Sunnydale to buy this house and the shop Ethan planned to open that would sell high quality costumes and antiques. All to follow the love of his life. Spike thought it was stupid, but Ethan had promised him a better life, and besides, things weren't going so well in London, so a new start was required.
"How soon do we start?" the blond boy asked as he walked to the sink, snagging a glass on the way.
"Tomorrow morning," his father informed him. "You have a few weeks before you are scheduled to start classes and I'd like you to help me when you are not helping Rupert."
Ah yes, Rupert. Spike had heard enough about the man his entire life. Well, maybe not his entire life, but his entire life with Ethan Rayne. He didn't know his father even existed until he turned ten years old and his mother died in a car accident. According to the birth certificate, Ethan Rayne was his natural father and after some blood tests, the claim was confirmed.
The two got along swimmingly. It seemed that William's propensity for taking after his father was genetic and not environmental.
Spike drank the tepid water as he stared out the window into the neighboring yard. It was as rundown and ragged as their own, if not more so. When they had spoken to the overexcited real estate agent about moving to town, she had explained to them that this area was what had become known as 'University row'. The entire street had once been single family homes, but with UC Sunnydale so close, many coeds had taken to renting the spacious houses, sometimes cramming eight to ten students in to help curb the high cost. Needless to say, the homes quickly fell into disarray and many needed massive improvements.
That explained how they were able to purchase the house cheaply enough that the Raynes could pay in cash – in full. The bubbly agent was more than helpful and told them she was happy to see another family moving into the area. The one single family left had apparently been there a lifetime and they might benefit from a 'positive influence'.
Spike had nearly doubled over in laughter at the idea for the two of them as anything positive.
If she only knew.
The rustling of leaves caught Spike's attention and he studied the battered tree in the opposite yard for a moment.
"What the bloody hell is that monstrosity?"
Ethan laughed before answering, "According to Jessica, that is a crabapple tree."
Spike turned quickly, his eyebrow quirked. "Jessica? Please don't tell me you're seducing our innocent suburbanite neighbors already."
"No," Ethan responded a little too quickly. "I just happened to wander over to introduce myself. Besides, she seems a little...rough for my tastes and her husband doesn't seem to be the most forgiving bloke around."
"Met them both, did you?"
"Just Jessica. Tony was 'napping' which I believe was code for stone cold pissed."
Spike simply laughed. It seemed they moved to the right neighborhood after all.
As he studied the dilapidated yard, a dark-haired boy trudged up the sidewalk before stopping beneath the hideous tree. The boy leaned up against the dark, mottled trunk, staring at the imposing house.
The blond haired boy studied this new creature. The boy seemed younger than Spike, probably no more than sixteen years old. His hair was a lush, rich brown and hung in waves around his forehead and ears. He no doubt needed a haircut, but Spike loved the way it made him look sad and helpless, almost younger in a way. His skin was pale for a young man in Southern California, although it held onto a sunkissed tint on his cheeks and nose.
Spike couldn't miss the kicked puppy look in his downcast eyes or the slowly fading bruise on the left side of the boy's jaw. His pain called to Spike in a way he'd never felt before. He was going to make the boy his.
"That must be Alexander," Ethan suddenly whispered over Spike's shoulder. The blond boy startled slightly. He had been so intrigued by the boy before him that he'd forgotten about his father completely. "Although Jessica called him Xander. She said his friends came up with the moniker. She's quite worried about him. She had to leave as soon as we were done chatting to attend a meeting at his school about him."
Spike nodded in answer, not trusting his own voice.
"You know, William. Age of consent laws are quite different here in the states than they are back home. You are twenty now. I'd hate for you to get us in a spot of trouble so soon after we've moved in."
The smile that graced the young man's features was nearly predatory as he studied the oblivious boy outside his window.
"Not to worry, Da," he replied, anticipation and lust coloring his voice, making it dark and husky. "I'll be careful. Remember, I learned from the best."
Ethan laughed, his tone matching his son's. "That you did. And don't forget, you start your job with Ripper tomorrow afternoon."
Spike immediately caught his father's slip of the tongue, wondering what wicked plans the man had for his former best friend.
"I won't," Spike replied as he watched the boy sigh heavily before heading inside his home. "And maybe after I get home, I can go over and introduce myself to the boy next door."
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Date: 2007-01-06 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-07 06:01 am (UTC)I'll be looking forward to read the rest of this.
Keep up the good work,
~Alterian
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Date: 2007-01-07 08:49 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting. It means a lot.
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Date: 2007-01-07 09:23 am (UTC)I get the feeling Xander's not going to know what's hit him (apart from Tony's fist!) Am wriggling happily just at the very thought of this. The idea of Ethan and Spike plotting togethr is giving me just too many naughty thoughts - going off for a cool shower now...
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Date: 2007-01-07 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 12:12 pm (UTC)