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tamingthemuse prompt of "Cafeteria".
Title: Daydreamer
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: 42 - Cafeteria
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,181
Previous Parts.
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Daydreamer
Xander looked down at the food tray on the table before him. It was his lucky day. They had pizza, tater tots, extra gooey mac and cheese and green jello for lunch. All of his favorites. Xander couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had just begun to dig into the tater tots after dipping them in the extra cheesy sauce, when he saw a familiar blond head enter the crowded cafeteria.
The sable haired boy smiled as Spike silently slid into the seat beside him. The older boy was looking especially smug as he leaned back, slumping in the small, uncomfortable chair. His legs spread out wide as long, pale fingers stretched out, fanning over his own denim-covered crotch.
"Hi Spike," Xander squeaked, his mouth suddenly going dry. His tongue snaked out to moisten his chapped lips. He smiled lightly as the azure eyes tracked the movement.
"Hi pet," Spike practically purred as he smiled widely. Slowly, the fingers over his groin moved, stroking playfully while Xander watched intently.
Hazel eyes grew wide as Spike leaned in, slowly drawing closer and closer. Warm lips hovered over Xander's own until he quietly asked, "Spike?"
His answer was a soft kiss, a simple press of lips, sweet and wet. Xander whimpered lightly, the sound desperate and needy. Teeth nibbled gently on his lower lip before Spike nipped him harshly. As Xander gasped, Spike's tongue stole inside, licking and tasting as he probed deeply within.
Xander lost himself to the kiss, reaching out to the other boy, scrambling for something to hold onto, to keep his sanity. He found himself with fistfuls of soft, worn leather. It felt right, safe, perfect.
Suddenly, Xander was pulled out of the bliss of the kiss by a burst of laughter from somewhere behind him. He remembered they were in the school, they were in the cafeteria, they were surrounded by people who wouldn't understand. Frightened, he tried desperately to pull away, but Spike wouldn't let him. The blond boy held him tight, his grip firm.
"Look at them," Spike whispered, understanding Xander's fear without any explanation. "They don't know. They don't care. I could do anything to you right here, right now, and no one would do anything."
Xander's sable hair flew as he shook his head violently. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Someone would know. Someone would see. Strong fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look around the crowded room. Xander realized that Spike was right. No one was watching them. No one cared.
Jesse, Willow and Buffy walked up, giggling and laughing as they settled into the seats opposite the two boys.
"Hey, Xan," Jesse greeted as he tore into his lunch greedily.
"Hey guys," he replied, smiling nervously.
Spike reached over and began to stroke Xander's interested cock through his baggy jeans. The younger boy jumped at the touch, shooting a glare at his tutor, but Spike refused to stop. Xander tried to have a somewhat normal conversation with his friends, but it was proving more and more difficult as Spike's evil hand continued its ministrations.
Soon, Xander was panting for every breath. His skin felt like it was on fire and his every muscle ached and arched toward the demanding fingers. Sweat began to drip from his brow, causing his hair to curl at the ends around his forehead, sticking to his flushed face.
Spike leaned in to lick the salty drops from the boy's neck before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
"Tell me what you want, Xander."
"You," was all he was able to gasp out.
"Tell me, Xander."
"You," he repeated. "You. I want you to touch me. Take me. Make me. Please."
He was so close, so close it hurt. His every thought, every need was Spike. Spike's fingers, Spike's lips, Spike's tongue, Spike's words.
"Xander," he heard his name whispered.
"Xander?"
He sighed. Just a little more was all he needed.
"Alexander!"
The tone turned harsh, strict. Xander knew that shouldn't turn him on, but it did.
"Mr. Harris!"
The loud yell in the distinctly female voice shocked Xander out of daze and he jerked his head up from its resting place on his upturned fist. As the rest of the class laughed at him, he smiled shyly up at his English teacher while trying to discreetly hide the tent in the front of his jeans.
"Sorry, Ms. Miller," Xander mumbled, hoping that all the teacher wanted was for him to pay attention in class.
"Now that you're awake, maybe you'd like to join in the discussion."
Panicking, the sable haired boy looked around for some help. Willow picked up her book and pointed to the title.
"Hamlet!" Xander blurted and the entire class laughed again.
"Yes, we were discussing Hamlet's fatal flaw. Would you like to provide your own theory?"
Without thinking, Xander answered, "His rashness."
The class laughed again and Xander blushed brightly.
"All right, that's enough," Ms. Miller quieted the class. "Since Cordelia was just telling us that Hamlet's indecision was his fatal flaw, why don't you enlighten us on your theory."
Xander cleared his throat before making his case.
"Well, Hamlet was doing alright for a while, right? I mean, first this ghost shows up and tells him that his uncle killed his dad, but how can he know for sure that the spirit was really the ghost of his dad? Even Hamlet questions it when he says that even the Devil can take a pleasing shape, right?"
Half the class nodded and the other half giggled. Cordelia just looked outraged.
"So Hamlet decides to test the spirit by having the players do that show that was just like what the ghost said. When the king has his little freak out, then Hamlet knows that the spirit was right. But even then, he doesn't just run in and kill the king. He decides to wait. It's not until he goes in to see his mom and he hears the annoying guy behind the curtain, he freaks out and stabs him.
"That's where he screws up. It could have been anybody back there. He didn't check and he killed an innocent man. That's when things go to hell. Ophelia goes nuts, Laertes swears his revenge on him and now the king knows Hamlet is after him. If Hamlet hadn't been so rash and waited, like he had been doing all along, things might not have gone so bad so fast."
Ms. Morris smiled wide. "Very good, Xander. That's an insight I had never thought of before. I'm impressed. I think that tutor of yours might just be doing you some good, after all."
Xander blushed and ducked his head, first at the compliment and secondly at the mention of Spike. His cock throbbed in his jeans, reminding him of his wandering mind and traitorous body. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide and will his erection away.
"Yeah," he whispered, as much to himself as to his teacher. "I think Spike is doing me some good too."
Tbc..
tamingthemuse prompt of "Cafeteria".Title: Daydreamer
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: 42 - Cafeteria
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,181
Previous Parts.
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.Xander looked down at the food tray on the table before him. It was his lucky day. They had pizza, tater tots, extra gooey mac and cheese and green jello for lunch. All of his favorites. Xander couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had just begun to dig into the tater tots after dipping them in the extra cheesy sauce, when he saw a familiar blond head enter the crowded cafeteria.
The sable haired boy smiled as Spike silently slid into the seat beside him. The older boy was looking especially smug as he leaned back, slumping in the small, uncomfortable chair. His legs spread out wide as long, pale fingers stretched out, fanning over his own denim-covered crotch.
"Hi Spike," Xander squeaked, his mouth suddenly going dry. His tongue snaked out to moisten his chapped lips. He smiled lightly as the azure eyes tracked the movement.
"Hi pet," Spike practically purred as he smiled widely. Slowly, the fingers over his groin moved, stroking playfully while Xander watched intently.
Hazel eyes grew wide as Spike leaned in, slowly drawing closer and closer. Warm lips hovered over Xander's own until he quietly asked, "Spike?"
His answer was a soft kiss, a simple press of lips, sweet and wet. Xander whimpered lightly, the sound desperate and needy. Teeth nibbled gently on his lower lip before Spike nipped him harshly. As Xander gasped, Spike's tongue stole inside, licking and tasting as he probed deeply within.
Xander lost himself to the kiss, reaching out to the other boy, scrambling for something to hold onto, to keep his sanity. He found himself with fistfuls of soft, worn leather. It felt right, safe, perfect.
Suddenly, Xander was pulled out of the bliss of the kiss by a burst of laughter from somewhere behind him. He remembered they were in the school, they were in the cafeteria, they were surrounded by people who wouldn't understand. Frightened, he tried desperately to pull away, but Spike wouldn't let him. The blond boy held him tight, his grip firm.
"Look at them," Spike whispered, understanding Xander's fear without any explanation. "They don't know. They don't care. I could do anything to you right here, right now, and no one would do anything."
Xander's sable hair flew as he shook his head violently. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Someone would know. Someone would see. Strong fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look around the crowded room. Xander realized that Spike was right. No one was watching them. No one cared.
Jesse, Willow and Buffy walked up, giggling and laughing as they settled into the seats opposite the two boys.
"Hey, Xan," Jesse greeted as he tore into his lunch greedily.
"Hey guys," he replied, smiling nervously.
Spike reached over and began to stroke Xander's interested cock through his baggy jeans. The younger boy jumped at the touch, shooting a glare at his tutor, but Spike refused to stop. Xander tried to have a somewhat normal conversation with his friends, but it was proving more and more difficult as Spike's evil hand continued its ministrations.
Soon, Xander was panting for every breath. His skin felt like it was on fire and his every muscle ached and arched toward the demanding fingers. Sweat began to drip from his brow, causing his hair to curl at the ends around his forehead, sticking to his flushed face.
Spike leaned in to lick the salty drops from the boy's neck before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
"Tell me what you want, Xander."
"You," was all he was able to gasp out.
"Tell me, Xander."
"You," he repeated. "You. I want you to touch me. Take me. Make me. Please."
He was so close, so close it hurt. His every thought, every need was Spike. Spike's fingers, Spike's lips, Spike's tongue, Spike's words.
"Xander," he heard his name whispered.
"Xander?"
He sighed. Just a little more was all he needed.
"Alexander!"
The tone turned harsh, strict. Xander knew that shouldn't turn him on, but it did.
"Mr. Harris!"
The loud yell in the distinctly female voice shocked Xander out of daze and he jerked his head up from its resting place on his upturned fist. As the rest of the class laughed at him, he smiled shyly up at his English teacher while trying to discreetly hide the tent in the front of his jeans.
"Sorry, Ms. Miller," Xander mumbled, hoping that all the teacher wanted was for him to pay attention in class.
"Now that you're awake, maybe you'd like to join in the discussion."
Panicking, the sable haired boy looked around for some help. Willow picked up her book and pointed to the title.
"Hamlet!" Xander blurted and the entire class laughed again.
"Yes, we were discussing Hamlet's fatal flaw. Would you like to provide your own theory?"
Without thinking, Xander answered, "His rashness."
The class laughed again and Xander blushed brightly.
"All right, that's enough," Ms. Miller quieted the class. "Since Cordelia was just telling us that Hamlet's indecision was his fatal flaw, why don't you enlighten us on your theory."
Xander cleared his throat before making his case.
"Well, Hamlet was doing alright for a while, right? I mean, first this ghost shows up and tells him that his uncle killed his dad, but how can he know for sure that the spirit was really the ghost of his dad? Even Hamlet questions it when he says that even the Devil can take a pleasing shape, right?"
Half the class nodded and the other half giggled. Cordelia just looked outraged.
"So Hamlet decides to test the spirit by having the players do that show that was just like what the ghost said. When the king has his little freak out, then Hamlet knows that the spirit was right. But even then, he doesn't just run in and kill the king. He decides to wait. It's not until he goes in to see his mom and he hears the annoying guy behind the curtain, he freaks out and stabs him.
"That's where he screws up. It could have been anybody back there. He didn't check and he killed an innocent man. That's when things go to hell. Ophelia goes nuts, Laertes swears his revenge on him and now the king knows Hamlet is after him. If Hamlet hadn't been so rash and waited, like he had been doing all along, things might not have gone so bad so fast."
Ms. Morris smiled wide. "Very good, Xander. That's an insight I had never thought of before. I'm impressed. I think that tutor of yours might just be doing you some good, after all."
Xander blushed and ducked his head, first at the compliment and secondly at the mention of Spike. His cock throbbed in his jeans, reminding him of his wandering mind and traitorous body. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide and will his erection away.
"Yeah," he whispered, as much to himself as to his teacher. "I think Spike is doing me some good too."
Tbc..
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Date: 2007-05-13 08:30 am (UTC)livelove Xander's fantasy life. ;-)And bravo for his Hamlet theory!!
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)I actually suggested this theory in my Shakespeare class in college. I thought my teacher was going to bust a nut because he had never thought of it before. I aced the class. *giggles*
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Date: 2007-05-13 09:25 am (UTC)Spike is doing him some good.
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-13 04:59 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:41 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like. *hugs you hard*
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Date: 2007-05-13 08:10 pm (UTC)Lovely theory on Hamlet
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Date: 2007-05-13 11:23 pm (UTC)