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tamingthemuseTitle: The Meeting
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #25 - Kleptomaniac
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: 1,517
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The Boy Next Door: The Meeting
Xander slowly walked down the hall toward the library. He hated having to do this, hated being punished just because he couldn't make it to school. It wasn't as if he didn't have excuses. His mother had written him a note for everyday he couldn't make it. He didn't realize that missing so much time could get you into so much trouble.
It wasn't like Xander was a bad kid. It's not like he beat people up on a regular basis like Larry or was a kleptomaniac like that Andrew kid that was always stealing stuff. Shit just seemed to happen to him.
Rounding the corner on the way to the library, Xander was stopped by his best friends all crowded around Willow's locker.
"Hey, buddy!" Jesse shouted, seeing the sable-haired boy first.
"Xander!" Willow cried as she ran up and threw her arms around the smiling boy. She squeezed him just a little too hard and Xander gasped in pain. "What's the matter, Xander? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. "I was helping my mom out, moving a bunch of boxes in the basement last night and I think I may have overdone it a bit."
"Well, you'd better take it easy next time," Buffy chided. "You just about got creamed today in gym – by Cordelia. That would have been so embarrassing."
"Totally," Xander agreed. "But I got her first, although I can't believe how much her lip was bleeding. She's going to hate me forever. My mom wrote me a note to get me out of class but Couch Marin said I just had to tough it out. That man has a serious obsession with dodgeball."
The friends all chuckled lightly, chatting animatedly between themselves until Xander loudly cleared his throat. "Sorry to be a raining on the parade kinda guy, but I have to go and do the tutoring thing today."
"Man, that blows," Jesse complained as the rest of the group murmured wordlessly in agreement.
"No biggie," Xander replied as he started to walk off. "It's with some guy named Spike. What's his dad's name? Butch?"
As his friends laughed at the boy's attempt to lighten the mood of his unpleasant situation, Xander waved before ducking through the doors to the library. "I'll catch you all tomorrow."
The doors to the library swung shut behind him, effectively shutting out all sound from the hallway beyond. Xander wandered further into the quiet room, looking for some sign of what he was supposed to be doing. There was no sign of the librarian in charge of his studies, so he softly called, "Giles?"
Receiving no response, the boy tried again. "Giles?"
He spotted some motion coming from the librarian's office and he began to move that way to ask what the agenda was until someone stepped through the door, leaning casually against the frame. Xander froze, staring at the man he was sure he'd never met, as the other's crystal blue eyes raked over him as if the man was sizing him up, taking him in, studying him somehow. He just couldn't figure out for what.
Finally, Giles strode through the door of his office, breaking the spell that had fallen over the two boys.
"Oh, good, Xander, you're here," Giles said casually as he walked over to the large study table, setting the large tome in his hands on its smooth surface. "I believe introductions are in order. Spike, this is Xander. Xander, this is Spike, your tutor for the remainder of the year."
The entire introduction was done with the librarian studying his book and the two younger men staring at each other from across the room. "Come now," Giles chided. "No need to be so formal. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
The two boys stepped forward, Spike holding out his hand and Xander taking it automatically. They shook hands, slowly, gently and when Xander finally pulled his hand away, he wiped the sweat from his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
The librarian turned and motioned for the boys to sit before him. Xander moved quickly to take a seat, but Spike moved slowly, languidly sinking into the seat next to him. The younger boy was shocked when the heavy wooden chair scraped loudly against the floor as Spike moved in close to him. The tutor smiled slightly at the bewildered boy as he sprawled out in the chair, his knee lightly brushing Xander's.
Giles was talking, laying out the schedule for the two young men. Chemistry and French on Mondays and Wednesdays, Algebra and History on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and English on Fridays. Except Giles didn't say that. Xander heard a lot of "Imperative - blah blah blah – utmost importance – blah blah blah – ever vigilant – blah blah blah."
The young boy knew he should be paying attention, but it was hard when there was a warm, strong thigh pressing against his own. Spike looked like he was paying attention to the older man's speech but Xander could feel the other boy's leg moving, almost imperceptively, against his own. It was very distracting.
Xander tried to sneak tiny glances at the blond boy. He was so different from anyone Xander'd ever seen before. He looked hard, with his platinum blond hair and razor sharp cheekbones. His skin was pale, like he was made of porcelain, and his eyes were the palest crystal blue, like the purest arctic waters.
Shaking his head, Xander tried to rid himself of the weird thoughts. He never thought about these kinds of things about guys before – well, nobody but Jesse, but they were best buds and that didn't count. Spike was just unique and exotic and completely different from Xander. That was it – it had to be.
Xander looked up suddenly as he realized that the room had grown suspiciously quiet. He ducked his head, hiding behind his fringe of bangs when he realized that they were both staring at him.
"Sorry, Mr. Giles," Xander whispered quietly. "What was the last part again? I'm afraid I didn't catch that."
The librarian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses before repeating, "I asked you if you had any issues meeting here with Spike alone after hours since I may have other duties that need attending."
Xander silently shook his head, his stomach fluttering at the thought of being left alone with the older boy, but didn't utter a word, afraid to trust his voice.
"Very good," Giles replied with a smile. "Now I'll leave you boys to it. I have to meet with an old friend this afternoon, so I will catch you up tomorrow. It's Wednesday, so I believe that science is in order. You need to be firm but fair with him, Spike. I want to see you take the boy in hand."
Spike snickered lightly until Giles gave the blond boy a hard look before slipping into his office for his jacket. After the Englishman left the library, Xander reached into his bag to pull out his chemistry textbook. He froze when he felt a strong hand encircle his wrist.
Turning to look into blue eyes, much too close for his liking, Xander cleared his throat before asking, "Something wrong, Spike?"
"Not a thing, pet," Spike whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just thought I'd stop you before you went through all the trouble of taking that book out, only to have to put it right back."
"Why?" Xander forced himself to ask, even as he shrank away from the tutor, who seemed to enjoy invading Xander's personal space.
"I thought we'd get out of here, you know, get to know each other a little better."
There was that funny, fluttery feeling again but Xander decided to push it away and ignore it for now. If Spike wanted to leave and talk, then that was less studying he had to do. And Xander wasn't really in the mood anyway. He was tired and sore after a long night at home.
"'K," he agreed quickly. "Where do you want to go?"
"I thought we'd head over to your house," Spike all but purred. "How does that sound, Luv?"
Xander started at the endearment, trying to hide his reaction by reaching down to pick up his backpack. Tossing the heavy bag over his shoulder, Xander gasped at the sudden pain in his ribs. He turned slowly to see the other boy staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face as he studied the pained boy.
"You don't even know where I live," Xander challenged as a distraction.
"I'll bet I can guess," Spike replied, a wide grin on his face.
"Ok," Xander said, practically bouncing in excitement. "But if you're wrong, you have to bring me soda and doughnuts for our tutoring sessions all next week."
"Done," Spike agreed as he began to steer the boy toward the door.
"So, what do you want, Spike? Assuming you guess right, which you won't."
"Simple, Pet. Just want you to invite me in."
Tbc...
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #25 - Kleptomaniac
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: 1,517
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner behind the cut.Xander slowly walked down the hall toward the library. He hated having to do this, hated being punished just because he couldn't make it to school. It wasn't as if he didn't have excuses. His mother had written him a note for everyday he couldn't make it. He didn't realize that missing so much time could get you into so much trouble.
It wasn't like Xander was a bad kid. It's not like he beat people up on a regular basis like Larry or was a kleptomaniac like that Andrew kid that was always stealing stuff. Shit just seemed to happen to him.
Rounding the corner on the way to the library, Xander was stopped by his best friends all crowded around Willow's locker.
"Hey, buddy!" Jesse shouted, seeing the sable-haired boy first.
"Xander!" Willow cried as she ran up and threw her arms around the smiling boy. She squeezed him just a little too hard and Xander gasped in pain. "What's the matter, Xander? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. "I was helping my mom out, moving a bunch of boxes in the basement last night and I think I may have overdone it a bit."
"Well, you'd better take it easy next time," Buffy chided. "You just about got creamed today in gym – by Cordelia. That would have been so embarrassing."
"Totally," Xander agreed. "But I got her first, although I can't believe how much her lip was bleeding. She's going to hate me forever. My mom wrote me a note to get me out of class but Couch Marin said I just had to tough it out. That man has a serious obsession with dodgeball."
The friends all chuckled lightly, chatting animatedly between themselves until Xander loudly cleared his throat. "Sorry to be a raining on the parade kinda guy, but I have to go and do the tutoring thing today."
"Man, that blows," Jesse complained as the rest of the group murmured wordlessly in agreement.
"No biggie," Xander replied as he started to walk off. "It's with some guy named Spike. What's his dad's name? Butch?"
As his friends laughed at the boy's attempt to lighten the mood of his unpleasant situation, Xander waved before ducking through the doors to the library. "I'll catch you all tomorrow."
The doors to the library swung shut behind him, effectively shutting out all sound from the hallway beyond. Xander wandered further into the quiet room, looking for some sign of what he was supposed to be doing. There was no sign of the librarian in charge of his studies, so he softly called, "Giles?"
Receiving no response, the boy tried again. "Giles?"
He spotted some motion coming from the librarian's office and he began to move that way to ask what the agenda was until someone stepped through the door, leaning casually against the frame. Xander froze, staring at the man he was sure he'd never met, as the other's crystal blue eyes raked over him as if the man was sizing him up, taking him in, studying him somehow. He just couldn't figure out for what.
Finally, Giles strode through the door of his office, breaking the spell that had fallen over the two boys.
"Oh, good, Xander, you're here," Giles said casually as he walked over to the large study table, setting the large tome in his hands on its smooth surface. "I believe introductions are in order. Spike, this is Xander. Xander, this is Spike, your tutor for the remainder of the year."
The entire introduction was done with the librarian studying his book and the two younger men staring at each other from across the room. "Come now," Giles chided. "No need to be so formal. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
The two boys stepped forward, Spike holding out his hand and Xander taking it automatically. They shook hands, slowly, gently and when Xander finally pulled his hand away, he wiped the sweat from his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
The librarian turned and motioned for the boys to sit before him. Xander moved quickly to take a seat, but Spike moved slowly, languidly sinking into the seat next to him. The younger boy was shocked when the heavy wooden chair scraped loudly against the floor as Spike moved in close to him. The tutor smiled slightly at the bewildered boy as he sprawled out in the chair, his knee lightly brushing Xander's.
Giles was talking, laying out the schedule for the two young men. Chemistry and French on Mondays and Wednesdays, Algebra and History on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and English on Fridays. Except Giles didn't say that. Xander heard a lot of "Imperative - blah blah blah – utmost importance – blah blah blah – ever vigilant – blah blah blah."
The young boy knew he should be paying attention, but it was hard when there was a warm, strong thigh pressing against his own. Spike looked like he was paying attention to the older man's speech but Xander could feel the other boy's leg moving, almost imperceptively, against his own. It was very distracting.
Xander tried to sneak tiny glances at the blond boy. He was so different from anyone Xander'd ever seen before. He looked hard, with his platinum blond hair and razor sharp cheekbones. His skin was pale, like he was made of porcelain, and his eyes were the palest crystal blue, like the purest arctic waters.
Shaking his head, Xander tried to rid himself of the weird thoughts. He never thought about these kinds of things about guys before – well, nobody but Jesse, but they were best buds and that didn't count. Spike was just unique and exotic and completely different from Xander. That was it – it had to be.
Xander looked up suddenly as he realized that the room had grown suspiciously quiet. He ducked his head, hiding behind his fringe of bangs when he realized that they were both staring at him.
"Sorry, Mr. Giles," Xander whispered quietly. "What was the last part again? I'm afraid I didn't catch that."
The librarian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses before repeating, "I asked you if you had any issues meeting here with Spike alone after hours since I may have other duties that need attending."
Xander silently shook his head, his stomach fluttering at the thought of being left alone with the older boy, but didn't utter a word, afraid to trust his voice.
"Very good," Giles replied with a smile. "Now I'll leave you boys to it. I have to meet with an old friend this afternoon, so I will catch you up tomorrow. It's Wednesday, so I believe that science is in order. You need to be firm but fair with him, Spike. I want to see you take the boy in hand."
Spike snickered lightly until Giles gave the blond boy a hard look before slipping into his office for his jacket. After the Englishman left the library, Xander reached into his bag to pull out his chemistry textbook. He froze when he felt a strong hand encircle his wrist.
Turning to look into blue eyes, much too close for his liking, Xander cleared his throat before asking, "Something wrong, Spike?"
"Not a thing, pet," Spike whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just thought I'd stop you before you went through all the trouble of taking that book out, only to have to put it right back."
"Why?" Xander forced himself to ask, even as he shrank away from the tutor, who seemed to enjoy invading Xander's personal space.
"I thought we'd get out of here, you know, get to know each other a little better."
There was that funny, fluttery feeling again but Xander decided to push it away and ignore it for now. If Spike wanted to leave and talk, then that was less studying he had to do. And Xander wasn't really in the mood anyway. He was tired and sore after a long night at home.
"'K," he agreed quickly. "Where do you want to go?"
"I thought we'd head over to your house," Spike all but purred. "How does that sound, Luv?"
Xander started at the endearment, trying to hide his reaction by reaching down to pick up his backpack. Tossing the heavy bag over his shoulder, Xander gasped at the sudden pain in his ribs. He turned slowly to see the other boy staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face as he studied the pained boy.
"You don't even know where I live," Xander challenged as a distraction.
"I'll bet I can guess," Spike replied, a wide grin on his face.
"Ok," Xander said, practically bouncing in excitement. "But if you're wrong, you have to bring me soda and doughnuts for our tutoring sessions all next week."
"Done," Spike agreed as he began to steer the boy toward the door.
"So, what do you want, Spike? Assuming you guess right, which you won't."
"Simple, Pet. Just want you to invite me in."
Tbc...
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Date: 2007-01-13 06:12 am (UTC)*snicker*
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Date: 2007-01-13 06:42 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-14 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-14 04:42 pm (UTC)This is getting more and more intriguing, with every chapter.
I have all sorts of conspiracy theories sprouting in my imagination.
Can you tell I like this story? 'Cause I really, really do.
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 10:21 pm (UTC)Call me masochist or glutton for punishment or maybe this is my secret guilty pleasure. Let's seen how long I can follow your story until my nerves fail me.
Keep up the good work,
~Alterian
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Date: 2007-01-15 10:00 am (UTC)I hope you continue reading. It's going to be evil...but not too evil. I do love my boys. *evil grin*
*hugs*