![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
strickens-girl.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tamingthemuseTitle: Counting on Each Other
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: 38 - Abacus
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: 1,409
Previous Parts.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.
Counting on Each Other
Spike sighed as he walked to his front door. He'd left his boy inside the door to his basement all safe and sound. He smiled thinking of the day they'd had. Xander had disobeyed a direct order, yes, but he'd made up for it in spades. After taking the spanking so well, Xander had curled up in Spike's lap and let the older boy stroke him to his heart's content. Then they had worked on Xander's Chemistry homework and studied for the next week's French test.
The boy had been quiet and compliant and seemed to actually absorb the lesson so it has a day well spent as far as Spike was concerned.
As he'd walked up the drive, he'd noticed that his father's car was back. But it was the battered Citroen that caught his attention.
He entered the house quietly, not wishing to disturb the men within. As he approached the kitchen, he heard voices arguing quietly. He'd missed the best part, it seemed, now he'd just have to watch the post-coital floor show.
"Ethan," Giles hissed. "We cannot continue this way. I'm risking too much to keep up this – this – this insanity with you."
Spike smiled at the evil chuckle in his father's voice. "Ripper," the silky baritone drifted toward him. "This insanity, as you call it, is the best thing that has ever happened to us. Tell me you don't miss those days. Tell me you don't love this now. Tell me that you don't ache for the things I can do to your body."
"I don't," was the strangled reply.
"Liar," Ethan practically purred. The room was silent and Spike stepped closer to the kitchen. He peeked around the corner and smirked at the sight of his father pressing the librarian against the island of the kitchen, fingers buried in each others hair, devouring each others mouths. They looked stunning together and Spike did his best to hold back the moan that built up inside him. After having Xander so close all afternoon, it was hard to watch something so tempting so close to him that he couldn't have.
Suddenly, Giles pushed Ethan away and Spike hid again.
"No, Ethan," Giles groaned. "I can't. Honestly. I can't believe I let you talk me into this madness. I had hoped to keep an eye on William while he was working with Xander. I had hoped to be a positive influence on them both, but you've seen to it that I've either been busy with you or other responsibilities. I'm beginning to worry about William. Do you know that he threatened the gym teacher? The man came to me absolutely terrified. What have you done to that boy?"
Spike winced at the tone in the man's voice. Spike had always liked Rupert and the idea of the man not liking him was completely unappealing. Deciding he'd had enough, Spike took several steps back before loudly proclaiming, "Daddy, I'm home!"
Smiling widely, Spike bounded into the kitchen, sliding up to his father and planting a not so innocent kiss on his lips. Turning slowly, Spike turned and smirked at Giles as Ethan wrapped his arms around his only son.
"I didn't know you had company," the blond boy lied easily.
"Rupert came by for a little chat and I was hoping to convince him to say for dinner," Ethan said as snuggled the boy in closer. "Now boy, I'm a going to have to teach you some manners or are you going to go and greet your uncle Rupert correctly."
Spike chuckled lightly, remembering when his father actually did scold him in such a fashion. Now, it was just plain old fun.
"Sorry, Da," Spike apologized before stepping out of his father's embrace and slinking toward the other man. "Hi, Uncle Rupert," the boy purred as he stretched up onto his toes to plant a warm kiss on the man's lips. As he pulled back, he smiled that the man hadn't resisted him at all.
"Hello, William," Rupert answered, straightened his clothes nervously.
Spike licked his lips. He loved having an affect on people, especially people who could do things for him.
"Will you stay for dinner, Uncle Rupert?" the blond boy asked, his azure eyes pleading. "It's been so long since we've done something together."
Giles shifted again before sighing lightly. "I'm afraid that I can't tonight, William. I have other duties to attend to that I have neglected today. But we will soon, I promise."
"Good," Spike answered, genuinely pleased. "I'm going to hold you to that."
"You do that."
They smiled at each other for a few moments before Giles asked, "So, how is Xander coming along?"
"Quite well, actually," the boy answered with a wicked smile. "After a rough start, Xander was able to complete his assignment and work on his French a little."
The librarian nodded. "Good. I hope you're able to get him back on track. He really is a good boy. He's just had some – difficulties. I hope you don't ride him too hard."
Both Ethan and Spike laughed aloud at that, causing Giles to roll his eyes before removing his glasses to clean them.
"Really," he snorted, exasperated. "You two are such children."
"Sorry, Ripper," Ethan apologized, still chuckling. "Are you sure you can't stay?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I must leave. I will talk to you both later."
As he started to walk away, Spike called out, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yes," Giles said absentmindedly as he returned to plant a gentle kiss on first Spike's lips and then one on Ethan's. "Good night."
Once the front door closed, Spike began to laugh. "Good gods, Da! What did you do to the poor man?"
"You mean besides buggering him senseless?"
"Yes, besides that."
"Nothing, I swear." Ethan backed away slightly, wandering off into the living room as he talked. "He's a little worried about that boy of yours. That teacher cornered him and told him you were evil you were trying to destroy the boy in some fashion. Did you actually threaten a teacher, Spike?"
The blond boy smiled as he followed his father. "Yes, I did. The man is a pervert and deserves everything he gets. The git has cameras in the locker rooms. Caught him watching the boy's shower, I did. Asked him about it and he tried to say it was for security measures. But I told him he doesn’t deal with security with his cock. Told him I wouldn't report him if he stopped reading Xander the riot act all the time. The old sod didn't like that one bit. Had to put him in his place a bit later."
"That's my boy," Ethan beamed as he rubbed his hand on the platinum locks. "How is your boy coming along?"
Spike smiled before answering, "Quite well, actually. I spanked him today, right in the library."
Ethan leaned in, obviously interested. "Hand or ruler?"
"Ruler," Spike practically purred at the memory. "Bent right over the table and took it. By the end of next week, he'll be bending over for me. I'm sure of it."
Ethan sighed as he wandered the room, touching random objects as he moved. "I'm very impressed. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share at all."
"I share about as well as you do, Da."
"Right then, so not at all."
The two men stood staring at each other. "You've grown into such a beautiful man, William."
"Thanks, Da."
As Spike watched, the father stroked an ancient looking abacus. "Remember this, Will?"
The blond boy stepped forward to look at the small treasure in their home. "Yeah, you couldn't believe I'd pulled it off."
"Well, you nicked it from the Hong Kong Museum of History, my boy. That in itself is a feat. Then passing it off as a birthday present to me, in front of Ripper, no less. I still do not believe that he doesn't recognize it. I think he just wants to believe in us so much. Isn't that sweet?"
"It is, Da."
"So," Ethan pressed, still playing with the priceless counting machine. "What are the plans for the boy?"
"Slow and gentle, Da," William whispered, as he stepped closer to the man watching him with sharp eyes. "Just like you taught me."
Ethan pulled his son in close to him, smiling into the blond hair, proud beyond belief.
Tbc...
Just a note - There will not be any Spike/Ethan in this piece. There may be some implied previous activities, but it is not explored in this fic. Just so no one freaks out about any Ethan/Spike. Not going to happen, ok?
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: 38 - Abacus
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: 1,409
Previous Parts.
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.Spike sighed as he walked to his front door. He'd left his boy inside the door to his basement all safe and sound. He smiled thinking of the day they'd had. Xander had disobeyed a direct order, yes, but he'd made up for it in spades. After taking the spanking so well, Xander had curled up in Spike's lap and let the older boy stroke him to his heart's content. Then they had worked on Xander's Chemistry homework and studied for the next week's French test.
The boy had been quiet and compliant and seemed to actually absorb the lesson so it has a day well spent as far as Spike was concerned.
As he'd walked up the drive, he'd noticed that his father's car was back. But it was the battered Citroen that caught his attention.
He entered the house quietly, not wishing to disturb the men within. As he approached the kitchen, he heard voices arguing quietly. He'd missed the best part, it seemed, now he'd just have to watch the post-coital floor show.
"Ethan," Giles hissed. "We cannot continue this way. I'm risking too much to keep up this – this – this insanity with you."
Spike smiled at the evil chuckle in his father's voice. "Ripper," the silky baritone drifted toward him. "This insanity, as you call it, is the best thing that has ever happened to us. Tell me you don't miss those days. Tell me you don't love this now. Tell me that you don't ache for the things I can do to your body."
"I don't," was the strangled reply.
"Liar," Ethan practically purred. The room was silent and Spike stepped closer to the kitchen. He peeked around the corner and smirked at the sight of his father pressing the librarian against the island of the kitchen, fingers buried in each others hair, devouring each others mouths. They looked stunning together and Spike did his best to hold back the moan that built up inside him. After having Xander so close all afternoon, it was hard to watch something so tempting so close to him that he couldn't have.
Suddenly, Giles pushed Ethan away and Spike hid again.
"No, Ethan," Giles groaned. "I can't. Honestly. I can't believe I let you talk me into this madness. I had hoped to keep an eye on William while he was working with Xander. I had hoped to be a positive influence on them both, but you've seen to it that I've either been busy with you or other responsibilities. I'm beginning to worry about William. Do you know that he threatened the gym teacher? The man came to me absolutely terrified. What have you done to that boy?"
Spike winced at the tone in the man's voice. Spike had always liked Rupert and the idea of the man not liking him was completely unappealing. Deciding he'd had enough, Spike took several steps back before loudly proclaiming, "Daddy, I'm home!"
Smiling widely, Spike bounded into the kitchen, sliding up to his father and planting a not so innocent kiss on his lips. Turning slowly, Spike turned and smirked at Giles as Ethan wrapped his arms around his only son.
"I didn't know you had company," the blond boy lied easily.
"Rupert came by for a little chat and I was hoping to convince him to say for dinner," Ethan said as snuggled the boy in closer. "Now boy, I'm a going to have to teach you some manners or are you going to go and greet your uncle Rupert correctly."
Spike chuckled lightly, remembering when his father actually did scold him in such a fashion. Now, it was just plain old fun.
"Sorry, Da," Spike apologized before stepping out of his father's embrace and slinking toward the other man. "Hi, Uncle Rupert," the boy purred as he stretched up onto his toes to plant a warm kiss on the man's lips. As he pulled back, he smiled that the man hadn't resisted him at all.
"Hello, William," Rupert answered, straightened his clothes nervously.
Spike licked his lips. He loved having an affect on people, especially people who could do things for him.
"Will you stay for dinner, Uncle Rupert?" the blond boy asked, his azure eyes pleading. "It's been so long since we've done something together."
Giles shifted again before sighing lightly. "I'm afraid that I can't tonight, William. I have other duties to attend to that I have neglected today. But we will soon, I promise."
"Good," Spike answered, genuinely pleased. "I'm going to hold you to that."
"You do that."
They smiled at each other for a few moments before Giles asked, "So, how is Xander coming along?"
"Quite well, actually," the boy answered with a wicked smile. "After a rough start, Xander was able to complete his assignment and work on his French a little."
The librarian nodded. "Good. I hope you're able to get him back on track. He really is a good boy. He's just had some – difficulties. I hope you don't ride him too hard."
Both Ethan and Spike laughed aloud at that, causing Giles to roll his eyes before removing his glasses to clean them.
"Really," he snorted, exasperated. "You two are such children."
"Sorry, Ripper," Ethan apologized, still chuckling. "Are you sure you can't stay?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I must leave. I will talk to you both later."
As he started to walk away, Spike called out, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yes," Giles said absentmindedly as he returned to plant a gentle kiss on first Spike's lips and then one on Ethan's. "Good night."
Once the front door closed, Spike began to laugh. "Good gods, Da! What did you do to the poor man?"
"You mean besides buggering him senseless?"
"Yes, besides that."
"Nothing, I swear." Ethan backed away slightly, wandering off into the living room as he talked. "He's a little worried about that boy of yours. That teacher cornered him and told him you were evil you were trying to destroy the boy in some fashion. Did you actually threaten a teacher, Spike?"
The blond boy smiled as he followed his father. "Yes, I did. The man is a pervert and deserves everything he gets. The git has cameras in the locker rooms. Caught him watching the boy's shower, I did. Asked him about it and he tried to say it was for security measures. But I told him he doesn’t deal with security with his cock. Told him I wouldn't report him if he stopped reading Xander the riot act all the time. The old sod didn't like that one bit. Had to put him in his place a bit later."
"That's my boy," Ethan beamed as he rubbed his hand on the platinum locks. "How is your boy coming along?"
Spike smiled before answering, "Quite well, actually. I spanked him today, right in the library."
Ethan leaned in, obviously interested. "Hand or ruler?"
"Ruler," Spike practically purred at the memory. "Bent right over the table and took it. By the end of next week, he'll be bending over for me. I'm sure of it."
Ethan sighed as he wandered the room, touching random objects as he moved. "I'm very impressed. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share at all."
"I share about as well as you do, Da."
"Right then, so not at all."
The two men stood staring at each other. "You've grown into such a beautiful man, William."
"Thanks, Da."
As Spike watched, the father stroked an ancient looking abacus. "Remember this, Will?"
The blond boy stepped forward to look at the small treasure in their home. "Yeah, you couldn't believe I'd pulled it off."
"Well, you nicked it from the Hong Kong Museum of History, my boy. That in itself is a feat. Then passing it off as a birthday present to me, in front of Ripper, no less. I still do not believe that he doesn't recognize it. I think he just wants to believe in us so much. Isn't that sweet?"
"It is, Da."
"So," Ethan pressed, still playing with the priceless counting machine. "What are the plans for the boy?"
"Slow and gentle, Da," William whispered, as he stepped closer to the man watching him with sharp eyes. "Just like you taught me."
Ethan pulled his son in close to him, smiling into the blond hair, proud beyond belief.
Tbc...
Just a note - There will not be any Spike/Ethan in this piece. There may be some implied previous activities, but it is not explored in this fic. Just so no one freaks out about any Ethan/Spike. Not going to happen, ok?
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 07:24 am (UTC)Gabrielle
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:19 pm (UTC)*smooches you*
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 07:46 am (UTC)Interesting to see more of their background and relationship, beginning to get a context for their actions.
Thank you for posting more. This fic is one of my guilty indulgences. *g*
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:22 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like and one of your guilty indulgences? That made me squee!!!!! Yay!!
*hugs you*
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 09:58 am (UTC)S'all right though cause the Spike/Xander action is really hot and the Spike/Giles flirting is very nice too.
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:25 pm (UTC)I loved the Spike/Giles flirting too. They are all just so cute.
More to come soon.
*hugs*
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 10:42 am (UTC)Can't wait to see how Spike proceeds with his plan.
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:25 pm (UTC)*hugs*
no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 06:26 pm (UTC)*hugs and shivers with you*