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tamingthemuse prompt "The Great Unwashed".
Title: The Walk Home
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #26 - The Great Unwashed
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: 1,618
Previous Parts.
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The Walk Home
Spike smirked as he followed Xander through the relatively small suburban town. He'd wandered through the ritzier part of town to throw the boy off, not let him know that Spike knew exactly when the boy lived. Xander had happily recited town history and gossip, giving Spike a taste for the town he and his father had so recently inhabited.
They walked past the mall with its paltry offerings, although Spike was quick to stop and buy the boy a treat of a pretzel and an Orange Julius. Xander had wanted a corn dog and some other hideously sweet and/or fried treat. Spike had insisted that he have something that at least resembled nutrition. He needed to start molding the boy and he might as well start right from the beginning.
They began to head toward the seedier side of town, walking nearly all the way to the university campus, where Spike confessed that he was going to be a student as soon as the new semester started. Being near the campus, of course, meant the introduction of the Starbucks, artsy bookstores and greasy taco stands.
Heading closer to town, Xander pointed out The Bronze, which was apparently the one place, or more appropriately, the only place for kids Xander's age to hang out, assuming they were cool enough to go. Spike made special note of the longing in the boy's eyes as he stared at the dark, quiet club.
Spike steered them down one street, then another. Xander had apparently forgotten all about the bet until the older boy turned onto his street and began heading straight toward his house.
"Hey!" Xander complained as they stopped beneath the old crabapple tree. "You cheated. I don't know how, but you did, you big cheaterhead."
Spike chuckled lightly. This boy was going to be fun.
"Never said I wouldn't cheat, pet. Now how about you invite me in?"
Xander looked around like a frightened animal before Spike reached out and grabbed him firmly by the arm. "It's alright, ducks. I'm supposed to be around, right? Am your tutor and all. Doubt your folks would mind havin' me stop by time and again."
Spike watched the emotions play over the boy's face; fear, nervousness, anger and then resignation.
"Ok," the boy whispered as he ducked his head, hiding behind the fringe of dark bangs. It was something Spike could easily get used to. "But let's go in through the basement, please?"
It was the please that nearly undid Spike. It was soft and needy and painful and it went straight to the older boy's cock. He fought to hold in the groan burning his throat and reached down to discreetly adjust himself before Xander noticed the growing bulge in his too tight jeans. He realized his grip on the boy's arm had tightened and had to be hurting his arm, but Xander never flinched or tried pull away. He remained frozen and still. Spike slowly eased up a little and began to stroke the warm arm.
"Come on," Spike whispered. "Let's get you inside, yeah?"
Gently but firmly, he directed Xander toward the house, following the boy around the side of the house until they found the door that would lead them beneath the house. Xander pulled out a silver key from beneath his tee-shirt. He quickly unlocked the bolt before quietly opening the door. Spike watched silently as Xander stuck his head through the open door, looking around in the dark, before reaching his hand out to flip the switch to turn on the lights.
Even with the lights on, the basement was filled with shadows. It made Spike wonder why any young boy would prefer this dark, dank hole to an airy, open house. He figured he'd get the answer to his question, most likely sooner than later.
They moved down the stairs and Xander immediately tossed his bag onto the lumpy, garish couch in the middle of the bare slab of concrete. The boy looked to his guest before moving the backpack to the floor.
"Sorry," Xander whispered with an embarrassed flush painting his cheeks. "You can sit here, if you want. It's pretty clean, I think. My parent's put it down here for when my Uncle Rory comes to visit, but he hasn't been by in a while. I hang out down here, you know, not all the time, but sometimes."
The blond man chuckled as he flopped down onto the scratchy couch. The springs creaked under the sudden weight and Spike had to move over to stay out of an uncomfortable wet spot. "You really live the life, don't you, Xander?"
"Yeah, that's me, the great unwashed."
Spike sat frozen, looking up at the boy in awe. He wondered if Xander even realized the reference he'd just made so flippantly. Maybe this boy was smarter than any of them had imagined.
They stared at each other for several long minutes, neither knowing what to say or how to break the tension. A loud crash from the house above them did that for them.
Xander fidgeted and laughed nervously before smiling weakly at the man watching him. "My parents," he explained. "Mom probably dropped something..."
Screaming followed close behind.
"...and then decided it was easier to yell at the mess than clean it up."
Spike laughed quietly as he reached out and grabbed the now pacing boy around the wrist. "No need to worry, pet. Everybody's parents fight now and again, yeah? Now come and let's have us a little chat." He pulled on the boy's arm, yanking him down, nearly on top of his lap in the process.
Xander landed hard, gasping harshly, his body arching in pain. Spike instinctively reached out, trying to sooth the boy, but Xander merely flinched away. The blond man reached over, softly petting him and cooing soft words to him, gently trying to calm the upset boy.
"What's the matter, pet?" he whispered. "Come on, let Spike see. Let me see."
"Hurts," Xander whispered as he wrapped his arms around his torso.
Spike tugged slowly at the soft cotton material until he finally worked it up from Xander's grasp. The colors were amazing. Xander had bruises decorating his midsection; purple, black, blue, green, the colors mingled and merged like paint on a canvas.
Looking at the contusions, the blond man had to fight to control his anger. Someone had marked this boy. No one would mark this boy, no one but him – ever again.
Reaching out slowly, Spike touched the warm skin, tracing his fingertips over the damaged flesh. Xander let him touch so he pushed on, exploring the patterns, quickly recognizing what had to have been footprints. He pushed on a tender rib, searching for a break he never found. He traced each rib, pressing and testing, amazed at the boy's resistance to the pain. Xander never cried out or complained. He simply whimpered at the ache caused by the slender seeking fingers tears glistening in the corners of his red-rimmed eyes, yet never falling.
Spike decided he loved the whispered sounds that escaped the boy's parted lips and he was determined to hear them again. Slowly, he lowered the shirt before smiling up into the morose hazel eyes.
"That's a nasty bruise you got there, pet," he stated quietly. "How'd you manage that?"
"Helping my mom," Xander obviously lied. "I was bringing boxes downstairs and I fell."
Spike looked around the basement and noticed there were no boxes stacked anywhere.
"My dad must have moved them or something."
Spike chuckled knowingly before standing up from the couch. He held out his hand until Xander took it lightly. Pulling the boy up, Spike flung his arm over the boy's shoulders, making sure not to touch the sensitive flesh, before steering the boy up the stairs and outside.
"Don't worry about gym for the week, alright?" Spike said as they left the basement and stepped out into the cool evening night.
"Spike, Coach Marin is a dick. He'll never let me out of dodgeball."
The blond man smirked and winked at the boy. "Let me handle it."
"Spike?" Xander questioned quietly. "Where are we going?"
"You're walking me home."
"But Spike, my mom will be pissed if I get in too late."
"Not to worry, luv," Spike practically purred as they slowly made their way up the walk to the house next door. "Look at that. We're here already."
Xander gaped at him. "You're the good looking English guy that moved in last week?"
Spike laughed as he pulled away, ruffling the boy's hair in the process. "That would have been my Da, but yes, we moved in last week."
"That's how you knew!" Xander exclaimed, his face alight with joy.
"Yeah, pet. That's how I knew. Now you'd best get going so you don't get in any trouble. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"'K," Xander whispered as he started to move away, heading toward his own home. "See ya' tomorrow, Spike."
Then the boy turned and quickly rushed to his house, slipping in through the basement door and into the dark of his own home.
The blond man chuckled as he walked through the door. This boy might be more than just a pleasant distraction or an easy paycheck. He had intrigued Spike, for better or worse.
He was standing at the kitchen window, staring at the house hiding the boy inside, when his father finally came home. Ethan smiled as he entered the kitchen, his hair disheveled and his lips kiss-swollen.
"Happy hunting, Da?"
"Well, yes. Thank you very much. And you, my boy? Was your day satisfying?"
Spike turned to look out the window once more.
"Very."
tamingthemuse prompt "The Great Unwashed".Title: The Walk Home
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #26 - The Great Unwashed
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: 1,618
Previous Parts.
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner behind the cut.Spike smirked as he followed Xander through the relatively small suburban town. He'd wandered through the ritzier part of town to throw the boy off, not let him know that Spike knew exactly when the boy lived. Xander had happily recited town history and gossip, giving Spike a taste for the town he and his father had so recently inhabited.
They walked past the mall with its paltry offerings, although Spike was quick to stop and buy the boy a treat of a pretzel and an Orange Julius. Xander had wanted a corn dog and some other hideously sweet and/or fried treat. Spike had insisted that he have something that at least resembled nutrition. He needed to start molding the boy and he might as well start right from the beginning.
They began to head toward the seedier side of town, walking nearly all the way to the university campus, where Spike confessed that he was going to be a student as soon as the new semester started. Being near the campus, of course, meant the introduction of the Starbucks, artsy bookstores and greasy taco stands.
Heading closer to town, Xander pointed out The Bronze, which was apparently the one place, or more appropriately, the only place for kids Xander's age to hang out, assuming they were cool enough to go. Spike made special note of the longing in the boy's eyes as he stared at the dark, quiet club.
Spike steered them down one street, then another. Xander had apparently forgotten all about the bet until the older boy turned onto his street and began heading straight toward his house.
"Hey!" Xander complained as they stopped beneath the old crabapple tree. "You cheated. I don't know how, but you did, you big cheaterhead."
Spike chuckled lightly. This boy was going to be fun.
"Never said I wouldn't cheat, pet. Now how about you invite me in?"
Xander looked around like a frightened animal before Spike reached out and grabbed him firmly by the arm. "It's alright, ducks. I'm supposed to be around, right? Am your tutor and all. Doubt your folks would mind havin' me stop by time and again."
Spike watched the emotions play over the boy's face; fear, nervousness, anger and then resignation.
"Ok," the boy whispered as he ducked his head, hiding behind the fringe of dark bangs. It was something Spike could easily get used to. "But let's go in through the basement, please?"
It was the please that nearly undid Spike. It was soft and needy and painful and it went straight to the older boy's cock. He fought to hold in the groan burning his throat and reached down to discreetly adjust himself before Xander noticed the growing bulge in his too tight jeans. He realized his grip on the boy's arm had tightened and had to be hurting his arm, but Xander never flinched or tried pull away. He remained frozen and still. Spike slowly eased up a little and began to stroke the warm arm.
"Come on," Spike whispered. "Let's get you inside, yeah?"
Gently but firmly, he directed Xander toward the house, following the boy around the side of the house until they found the door that would lead them beneath the house. Xander pulled out a silver key from beneath his tee-shirt. He quickly unlocked the bolt before quietly opening the door. Spike watched silently as Xander stuck his head through the open door, looking around in the dark, before reaching his hand out to flip the switch to turn on the lights.
Even with the lights on, the basement was filled with shadows. It made Spike wonder why any young boy would prefer this dark, dank hole to an airy, open house. He figured he'd get the answer to his question, most likely sooner than later.
They moved down the stairs and Xander immediately tossed his bag onto the lumpy, garish couch in the middle of the bare slab of concrete. The boy looked to his guest before moving the backpack to the floor.
"Sorry," Xander whispered with an embarrassed flush painting his cheeks. "You can sit here, if you want. It's pretty clean, I think. My parent's put it down here for when my Uncle Rory comes to visit, but he hasn't been by in a while. I hang out down here, you know, not all the time, but sometimes."
The blond man chuckled as he flopped down onto the scratchy couch. The springs creaked under the sudden weight and Spike had to move over to stay out of an uncomfortable wet spot. "You really live the life, don't you, Xander?"
"Yeah, that's me, the great unwashed."
Spike sat frozen, looking up at the boy in awe. He wondered if Xander even realized the reference he'd just made so flippantly. Maybe this boy was smarter than any of them had imagined.
They stared at each other for several long minutes, neither knowing what to say or how to break the tension. A loud crash from the house above them did that for them.
Xander fidgeted and laughed nervously before smiling weakly at the man watching him. "My parents," he explained. "Mom probably dropped something..."
Screaming followed close behind.
"...and then decided it was easier to yell at the mess than clean it up."
Spike laughed quietly as he reached out and grabbed the now pacing boy around the wrist. "No need to worry, pet. Everybody's parents fight now and again, yeah? Now come and let's have us a little chat." He pulled on the boy's arm, yanking him down, nearly on top of his lap in the process.
Xander landed hard, gasping harshly, his body arching in pain. Spike instinctively reached out, trying to sooth the boy, but Xander merely flinched away. The blond man reached over, softly petting him and cooing soft words to him, gently trying to calm the upset boy.
"What's the matter, pet?" he whispered. "Come on, let Spike see. Let me see."
"Hurts," Xander whispered as he wrapped his arms around his torso.
Spike tugged slowly at the soft cotton material until he finally worked it up from Xander's grasp. The colors were amazing. Xander had bruises decorating his midsection; purple, black, blue, green, the colors mingled and merged like paint on a canvas.
Looking at the contusions, the blond man had to fight to control his anger. Someone had marked this boy. No one would mark this boy, no one but him – ever again.
Reaching out slowly, Spike touched the warm skin, tracing his fingertips over the damaged flesh. Xander let him touch so he pushed on, exploring the patterns, quickly recognizing what had to have been footprints. He pushed on a tender rib, searching for a break he never found. He traced each rib, pressing and testing, amazed at the boy's resistance to the pain. Xander never cried out or complained. He simply whimpered at the ache caused by the slender seeking fingers tears glistening in the corners of his red-rimmed eyes, yet never falling.
Spike decided he loved the whispered sounds that escaped the boy's parted lips and he was determined to hear them again. Slowly, he lowered the shirt before smiling up into the morose hazel eyes.
"That's a nasty bruise you got there, pet," he stated quietly. "How'd you manage that?"
"Helping my mom," Xander obviously lied. "I was bringing boxes downstairs and I fell."
Spike looked around the basement and noticed there were no boxes stacked anywhere.
"My dad must have moved them or something."
Spike chuckled knowingly before standing up from the couch. He held out his hand until Xander took it lightly. Pulling the boy up, Spike flung his arm over the boy's shoulders, making sure not to touch the sensitive flesh, before steering the boy up the stairs and outside.
"Don't worry about gym for the week, alright?" Spike said as they left the basement and stepped out into the cool evening night.
"Spike, Coach Marin is a dick. He'll never let me out of dodgeball."
The blond man smirked and winked at the boy. "Let me handle it."
"Spike?" Xander questioned quietly. "Where are we going?"
"You're walking me home."
"But Spike, my mom will be pissed if I get in too late."
"Not to worry, luv," Spike practically purred as they slowly made their way up the walk to the house next door. "Look at that. We're here already."
Xander gaped at him. "You're the good looking English guy that moved in last week?"
Spike laughed as he pulled away, ruffling the boy's hair in the process. "That would have been my Da, but yes, we moved in last week."
"That's how you knew!" Xander exclaimed, his face alight with joy.
"Yeah, pet. That's how I knew. Now you'd best get going so you don't get in any trouble. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"'K," Xander whispered as he started to move away, heading toward his own home. "See ya' tomorrow, Spike."
Then the boy turned and quickly rushed to his house, slipping in through the basement door and into the dark of his own home.
The blond man chuckled as he walked through the door. This boy might be more than just a pleasant distraction or an easy paycheck. He had intrigued Spike, for better or worse.
He was standing at the kitchen window, staring at the house hiding the boy inside, when his father finally came home. Ethan smiled as he entered the kitchen, his hair disheveled and his lips kiss-swollen.
"Happy hunting, Da?"
"Well, yes. Thank you very much. And you, my boy? Was your day satisfying?"
Spike turned to look out the window once more.
"Very."
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Date: 2007-01-20 07:55 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:14 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:23 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Great emotions and desription of the boys.
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:15 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like. More soon.
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Date: 2007-01-20 02:53 pm (UTC)I love how possessive Spike's become... all protective already. Xander definitely needs someone to protect him!
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:17 am (UTC)Yes, these boys are really going need each other. It's going to get interesting real soon. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-21 10:22 pm (UTC)Great chapter.
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Date: 2007-01-24 10:37 am (UTC)Just found this story, now I have to go back and read
everything I missed. B.