Fic: The Boy Next Door: Discoveries, Spike/Xander, Prompt # 37 - Devotee

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Title: Discoveries
Series: The Boy Next Door
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander, minor pairing of Giles/Ethan
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #37 - Devotee
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: 1,350

Previous parts.

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The Boy Next Door: Discoveries


Xander sighed as ran into the locker room at full speed. He was going to be late…again. It had been a bad day. First, he had fallen asleep in the middle of his French test and then his pen had broken in History and leaked all over his hands and his text book. The professor told him that he would have to pay to replace the text. Xander flinched just thinking about it. Text books weren't cheap and his dad would surely take it out of his hide.

Then he'd been stopped in the hall by Principal Snyder and berated over his studying schedule. The beady-eyed man let Xander know, without a doubt, that he had no hope for the boy and expect him to be expelled within the month.

That had put the young man in a right foul mood and he ran into the doorway on his way in. Xander rubbed his sore knee, cursing the bruise that would surely be there by morning.

He fidgeted with the lock, frustrated that his fingers refused to get the numbers correct, once, twice, three times before slamming his fist against the metal door.

"Way to go, Harris," he grumbled to himself. "You're really batting a thousand today."

Xander's forehead banged against the cool metal right before he heard an amused voice say, "You keep talking to yourself, people will think you're crazy."

Spinning around, Xander yelped at the pain in his knees and ribs to stare into the smirking face of his new tutor.

"Spike!" he squeaked, embarrassed by the tremble in his voice. "Spike?" he tried again, "What are you doing here?"

"The real question is," the blond man started as he lounged back on the low bench he was sprawled upon, "What are you doing?"

"I – I was just going to…" Xander started, stuttering lightly.

"You were just about to disobey a direct order of mine, weren't you?"

Xander tried to deny that he was going to change for gym, although it was the truth. He opened his mouth, searching for an answer when a billowing voice filled this locker room.

"Harris! What is taking you so long?"

Xander turned quickly, yelping again at the strain on his sore muscles. He stared up at the angry, red face of Coach Marin.

"We're waiting for you, you lazy piece of shit," the older man growled as he stepped closer. "I hate having to hold up the class for you. Do you think you're special or something?"

The shaggy, sable hair dropped as Xander stared at the floor. He only looked up when he heard the physical education teacher stammering.

"Oh, um, Mr. Rayne. Hello. I didn't realize you were here. I-I-I was just about to explain to Xander – I mean Mr. Harris – that he didn't have to dress down today. We're just playing dodgeball and he already understands the fundamentals of the sport so I'll just..."

Xander watched, flabbergasted, as the coach practically hurt himself trying to explain his ranting to the scowling blond tutor staring him down.

Finally, Spike spoke.

"I think you need to apologize to the boy here."

The words were quietly whispered, but they practically vibrated in the small locker room.

"Right," the older man scrambled quickly, nearly bowing to the startled student. "Sorry, Xander. Why don't you take the rest of the week off and we'll worry about you making the credits up later."

"No, we won't," Spike said calmly. "He won't worry about them at all. You'll pass him just fine, won't you?"

"Yeah," Coach Marin reply extremely quickly. "Not a problem, Mr. Rayne. I have to go, I have class."

"You're excused," Spike practically purred and the frightened man turned and nearly ran for the gymnasium. He turned toward the shocked boy.

"Why's he so jolly over that damn dodgeball anyway?"

"He's a devotee to the sport," Xander giggled as his teacher scrambled out the door. "He's thinks it's an allegory for life or some other bullshit.

Spike rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Berk," after the man disappeared into the gymnasium.

Xander was laughing so hard at the sight, he had to hold his sides to keep from feeling like he was splitting apart. "That…" he spit between laughing fits, "That was beautiful!"

Spike simply glared.

"I wouldn't laugh if I were you."

Xander stopped laughing immediately.

"Follow me."

Xander's heart dropped into his stomach as he followed his tutor out of the locker room and through the school. He remained silent as they passed through the hallway as they walked toward the library. They strolled through the doors and the younger boy looked around wildly, hoping the stiff Englishman wasn't around. Luckily, Giles was nowhere to be seen.

Spike pointed toward a sign on the counter. Xander read it aloud.

"Gone for the afternoon. Back at three. Great. So no Giles this afternoon. So what are we supposed to do instead of PE?"

He turned and froze at the look on the blond boy's face. "Spike?" he whispered, suddenly afraid.

"You disobeyed me, Xander," Spike growled at the frozen boy. "What did I tell you?"

When Xander refused to answer, he barked, "What did I tell you?"

"You told me not to worry about gym," the sable haired boy shouted, his fear causing him to cry out. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to get into any more trouble."

"Well, you found more trouble, Xander," the older boy answered, his voice hard. "I think you need to be punished to remember the consequences of your actions."

Xander didn't really like the sound of that but he knew he had fucked up and let his new tutor down. Spike really was his last chance and he felt bad for disobeying his orders. Slowly, he approached the scowling man.

"Spike, I'm so sorry. I know I screwed up by I..."

He froze when the older boy raised his hand, quieting him immediately.

The blond boy held up a large, thick wooden ruler before commanding, "Lean over the table."

Xander gaped. He hadn't been spanked in years, even his father hadn't threatened to spank him since he was six. But here was Spike, threatening him with a flimsy piece of wood.

Reluctantly, he leaned over the table.

A warm hand rested on his lower back, just above the waistband of his baggy jeans, before warm words whispered in his ear.

"You'll take this and you'll like it, boy. You'll bend over for me because you know I'm right. I'm only doing what you need, Xander. Isn't that right?"

He nodded quickly, shocked at his own compliance to this unusual punishment.

The ruler came down, hard and quick. The first strike stung and the boy gasped at the shock of the pain. His cheeks stung with the blow and he was barely ready for the next when it came. He gasped and sighed with each stroke, surprised at the sting from the small ruler wielded by the small man.

Xander surprised himself with the tears that began to fall. It didn't hurt that bad, not really. But he was sad, overwhelmed by the fact that he had disappointed the one person who believed in him. Around stroke eighteen, he began to beg.

"Please, Spike!" he cried out. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to not listen to you. I promise not to do it again. I'll listen, alright? I'll listen to everything you say."

Spike stopped, reaching number twenty. He laid the ruler down next to the boy's flushed face before settling down in the chair next to the long sturdy table.

Xander lay on the smooth surface, softly crying. He never felt so lost and alone in his entire life.

Strong hands with long, gentle fingers pulled him down until Xander was settled firmly in the older boy's lap. They stroked him, calming him and alleviating his fears.

"I'll never do it again, Spike. I promise. I'll be a good boy."

Spike smiled as he pressed a kiss into the soft, sable hair. "I know, Xander. I know."