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Fic: Don't Apologize, Spike/Xander, An Interlude in the Poker'verse, Prompt - Antapology
Title: Don't Apologize
Series: Poker'verse
Pairing: William/Xander, Xander/Ethan
Prompt: Antapology
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: None - all human AU.
Warnings: Prostitution, underage sex, incest.
Word Count: 1154
This an interlude in my Poker'verse series, which can be found here.
Don't Apologize
Will stood in the hallway, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. Nervous wasn't nearly enough to cover how he felt. He was alternating between mind-numbing terror and stomach-churning nausea. And the guilt. The guilt stung the back of his throat like the rising bile as he threatened to vomit.
A soft moan through the door hit him like a fist and he bolted away from the wall, spine ramrod straight as he listened for any sign of distress, any cry of pain. When none came, he sagged back against the wall, bringing his foot up the wall, bending his knee and settling in. He had an hour. He could wait an hour.
Slowly, predictably, more sounds followed. A grunt of pleasure, a gasp of surprise, reassuring platitudes that only reminded Will of his own first time in this tiny, dirty room in this filthy, disgusting building. He knew what would come next - the slip of the latex over hard, needy flesh, the loud, obscene moan torn from the scratchy throat, the creak of the old, worn bed, the slap of flesh against flesh.
He wished he could plug his ears, block out the sounds, hide from what was happening, but he'd promised. Promised to be here, to wait, to protect. And he would - just like he always had.
Soon he heard the cry of completion, pleased that this nightmare might be done, if only temporarily.
They were talking now, as if they were friends and not pimp and potential whore. The slap startled him into action and Will was in the room before he could stop himself. He reached out for the man standing over his brother before he realized what he was witnessing. There was no assault, no hitting except the slapping of palms in what appeared to be an inappropriate five high five.
"Spike," Ethan drawled as he looked up at him. "How lovely of you to join us. I was wondering how long it would take."
"S-sorry," he stumbled over the words for a moment, still in shock. "I thought..."
"I know what you thought, Spike," Ethan interrupted. "It's a good thing, I think. It will be good to know that someone is looking out of my property. I'd hate to lose such a precious little treasure like this. He'll surely be able to bring in quite a lot of business with those big brown eyes and curls. Some men might not be able to resist such a prize."
"Ummm - sitting right here," Xander complained.
Will turned to glare at his brother still laying on the dirty bed without a stitch of clothing on. Hating to see the boy like that, Will tossed him a blanket, waiting for the boy to cover up before turning back to man watching them.
"So, you'll take him on, then?"
"Yes, Spike," Ethan smiled widely. "I'll be happy to take him on. If he does half as well as you do, you won't have any problem keeping up on the rent. I'll let you use 3B and 3D. That way you can have one room each for when you are both occupied. Does that sound fair?"
"That second room gonna cost us extra?"
"Always the business man," Ethan chuckled lightly as he stood.
"Gotta take care of my own," Will answered, his face and voice hard as stone.
"I won't charge you extra for the second room but I'll take an extra five percent - from both."
"Five percent?!"
"Take it or leave it, Spike."
Will stared at his brother for several long minutes, silently asking Xander what he should do. The barely perceptible nod gave him his answer.
"We'll take it," he growled softly.
"Excellent!" Ethan crowed as he started toward the door. As he passed Will, he slapped him harshly on the shoulder. Will flinched at the familiar gesture before turning to look up at the older man. "Clean him up and the both of you get out there - tonight. I want to see how well my newest acquisition does."
Laughter followed the man out and Will waited until he heard the door to the elevator close before heading into the tiny bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet cloth before stepping up to the bed. Pulling back the ratty blanket, he set about gently cleaning the younger boy of the sweat and lube and come that covered his thin, lanky body. Silently he checked for any sign of damage, any injury and was happy to find none.
Once he was satisfied that his brother was clean once again, he tossed the cloth toward the bathroom, not caring if it made it there or not. He gathered the boy up into his arms before carefully settling him in his lap, making sure to take care with his surely tender ass.
Pressing his lips against the damp curls, he softly whispered, “I'm sorry, Xander. I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you from this. I wish we didn't have to do this. I wish you didn't suggest this and that I hadn't agreed. Just listening to that made me sick. You know I never wanted to – never thought we'd ever...fucking hell, Xan. I'm just sorry.”
He hadn't realized that he'd started crying until he felt the soft warm tongue of his brother running over his cheeks, drinking up the saltiness of his tears. Xander's lips were warm and wet against his own, gentler than normal but still as needy as Xander ever was. They parted easily as he slipped his tongue inside, wiping away any lingering taste of the man he hated but needed to rely on to replace it with his own.
“Don't be sorry, Will,” Xander whispered against his lips between gently, greedy kisses. “We're in this together, remember? We have to do this together. I want to help. So don't apologize. I don't want to hear it, alright.”
Will nodded slowly before pressing their foreheads together in a familiar, loving gesture. He didn't deserve Xander's love or forgiveness but he knew he couldn't live without it.
Slowly, he pulled back to look at his brother sitting so comfortably in his lap. Xander cleared his throat, a little nervous under the appraising gaze.
“Shouldn't we get out there?” Xander asked, the question tearing Will in two.
“Nah,” he said finally before throwing the younger boy to the bed and covering his naked body with his own. “Ethan can suck it for all I care. Right now, I need to spend some time with my little bro.”
Xander squealed as Will's fingers found his every ticklish spot before the older boy began to mark out the familiar territory of boy's lithe body with his lips and teeth and tongue. He knew this was foolish but he needed this reassurance, if not for Xander then for himself. He only hoped that Ethan would be fractionally as forgiving as Xander had been.
~~~The End~~~
Series: Poker'verse
Pairing: William/Xander, Xander/Ethan
Prompt: Antapology
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: None - all human AU.
Warnings: Prostitution, underage sex, incest.
Word Count: 1154
This an interlude in my Poker'verse series, which can be found here.
Will stood in the hallway, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. Nervous wasn't nearly enough to cover how he felt. He was alternating between mind-numbing terror and stomach-churning nausea. And the guilt. The guilt stung the back of his throat like the rising bile as he threatened to vomit.
A soft moan through the door hit him like a fist and he bolted away from the wall, spine ramrod straight as he listened for any sign of distress, any cry of pain. When none came, he sagged back against the wall, bringing his foot up the wall, bending his knee and settling in. He had an hour. He could wait an hour.
Slowly, predictably, more sounds followed. A grunt of pleasure, a gasp of surprise, reassuring platitudes that only reminded Will of his own first time in this tiny, dirty room in this filthy, disgusting building. He knew what would come next - the slip of the latex over hard, needy flesh, the loud, obscene moan torn from the scratchy throat, the creak of the old, worn bed, the slap of flesh against flesh.
He wished he could plug his ears, block out the sounds, hide from what was happening, but he'd promised. Promised to be here, to wait, to protect. And he would - just like he always had.
Soon he heard the cry of completion, pleased that this nightmare might be done, if only temporarily.
They were talking now, as if they were friends and not pimp and potential whore. The slap startled him into action and Will was in the room before he could stop himself. He reached out for the man standing over his brother before he realized what he was witnessing. There was no assault, no hitting except the slapping of palms in what appeared to be an inappropriate five high five.
"Spike," Ethan drawled as he looked up at him. "How lovely of you to join us. I was wondering how long it would take."
"S-sorry," he stumbled over the words for a moment, still in shock. "I thought..."
"I know what you thought, Spike," Ethan interrupted. "It's a good thing, I think. It will be good to know that someone is looking out of my property. I'd hate to lose such a precious little treasure like this. He'll surely be able to bring in quite a lot of business with those big brown eyes and curls. Some men might not be able to resist such a prize."
"Ummm - sitting right here," Xander complained.
Will turned to glare at his brother still laying on the dirty bed without a stitch of clothing on. Hating to see the boy like that, Will tossed him a blanket, waiting for the boy to cover up before turning back to man watching them.
"So, you'll take him on, then?"
"Yes, Spike," Ethan smiled widely. "I'll be happy to take him on. If he does half as well as you do, you won't have any problem keeping up on the rent. I'll let you use 3B and 3D. That way you can have one room each for when you are both occupied. Does that sound fair?"
"That second room gonna cost us extra?"
"Always the business man," Ethan chuckled lightly as he stood.
"Gotta take care of my own," Will answered, his face and voice hard as stone.
"I won't charge you extra for the second room but I'll take an extra five percent - from both."
"Five percent?!"
"Take it or leave it, Spike."
Will stared at his brother for several long minutes, silently asking Xander what he should do. The barely perceptible nod gave him his answer.
"We'll take it," he growled softly.
"Excellent!" Ethan crowed as he started toward the door. As he passed Will, he slapped him harshly on the shoulder. Will flinched at the familiar gesture before turning to look up at the older man. "Clean him up and the both of you get out there - tonight. I want to see how well my newest acquisition does."
Laughter followed the man out and Will waited until he heard the door to the elevator close before heading into the tiny bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet cloth before stepping up to the bed. Pulling back the ratty blanket, he set about gently cleaning the younger boy of the sweat and lube and come that covered his thin, lanky body. Silently he checked for any sign of damage, any injury and was happy to find none.
Once he was satisfied that his brother was clean once again, he tossed the cloth toward the bathroom, not caring if it made it there or not. He gathered the boy up into his arms before carefully settling him in his lap, making sure to take care with his surely tender ass.
Pressing his lips against the damp curls, he softly whispered, “I'm sorry, Xander. I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you from this. I wish we didn't have to do this. I wish you didn't suggest this and that I hadn't agreed. Just listening to that made me sick. You know I never wanted to – never thought we'd ever...fucking hell, Xan. I'm just sorry.”
He hadn't realized that he'd started crying until he felt the soft warm tongue of his brother running over his cheeks, drinking up the saltiness of his tears. Xander's lips were warm and wet against his own, gentler than normal but still as needy as Xander ever was. They parted easily as he slipped his tongue inside, wiping away any lingering taste of the man he hated but needed to rely on to replace it with his own.
“Don't be sorry, Will,” Xander whispered against his lips between gently, greedy kisses. “We're in this together, remember? We have to do this together. I want to help. So don't apologize. I don't want to hear it, alright.”
Will nodded slowly before pressing their foreheads together in a familiar, loving gesture. He didn't deserve Xander's love or forgiveness but he knew he couldn't live without it.
Slowly, he pulled back to look at his brother sitting so comfortably in his lap. Xander cleared his throat, a little nervous under the appraising gaze.
“Shouldn't we get out there?” Xander asked, the question tearing Will in two.
“Nah,” he said finally before throwing the younger boy to the bed and covering his naked body with his own. “Ethan can suck it for all I care. Right now, I need to spend some time with my little bro.”
Xander squealed as Will's fingers found his every ticklish spot before the older boy began to mark out the familiar territory of boy's lithe body with his lips and teeth and tongue. He knew this was foolish but he needed this reassurance, if not for Xander then for himself. He only hoped that Ethan would be fractionally as forgiving as Xander had been.
~~~The End~~~