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petxnd, so mods she needs to get credit for this for her awards. She’s also made a lovely worksafe banner underneath the cut. It is over 1,000 words so it qualifies under the majority decision of that poll. This will also have to count for me again this week, I can’t seem to get well.
Title: Holding out for a Hero 4/?
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Conclave
Warnings: Pre-slash. This fic will eventually have underage sex, so if that squicks you be warned. Xander is 14, almost 15 in this fic.
Rating: Adults Only (not this chapter but eventually)
Background: This is an AU. Spike and Dru parted ways long ago, and this is Sunnydale the year before Buffy showed up.
Summary: Xander has an abusive home life. His only escape is in the form of a comic book called ‘William the Bloody Avenger’, featuring a leather-clad blonde superhero who rescues people from abusive situations. Then Xander sees his hero in the flesh, and is not sure what to do. This Chapter- Xander seeks comfort from Spike, and Spike has an unexpected visitor.
It was night now. They'd eaten pizza, and Spike had discreetly stepped outside to grab a quick drink from the delivery boy, so he was properly fed. The two of them were relaxing on the bed, watching the Cartoon Network. Spike could see Xander getting sleepy, his eyes beginning to droop. "I think it's time you got ready for bed, pet," Spike commented.
Xander blinked at him and nodded. He slipped carefully off the bed and picked up the boxers from the dresser. He cast a nervous look at the door, at the strange symbols Spike had carved there. He chewed his bottom lip they turned to Spike. "May I take a shower? I promise not to be long."
Spike nodded. "Of course, pet." He had to smile at Xander's asking permission, at the unconscious submissiveness of it.
Xander gave a bashful smile and retreated to the bathroom. He took off and neatly folded his new clothes and quickly showered. He reveled under the hot water but as he'd promised was very quick. He dried himself and put on the boxers. He cleaned his teeth with the brush Spike had bought him. Went to the toilet, washed his hands and slipped out turning off the light. He clutched the boxers as he made his way to his bed. He cast nervous glances at the door and smiled at Spike as he climbed into bed.
Spike was stripped down and in his own boxers when Xander came out, reclining on the other bed. He took in Xander's body again, his gaze intimate and lingering. "You ready for bed, pet?"
Xander nodded. He chewed his bottom lip. "You don't think the monster will really come after me? " He asked nervously.
Spike sighed. "She might. Lamia can be rather annoyingly persistent. But the ward should keep her away."
Xander slid down pulling up the covers. He was scared and wished Spike had killed the monster. But it was very big and fast, perhaps he couldn't. "I'm sure I'm much too skinny and very tough." He said trying to make himself feel better.
Spike chuckled. "Mmm, no, I'd categorize you as a nummy treat."
Xander blinked and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He smiled and blushed a little. "Goodnight." He said shyly.
"Night Xander." Spike turned off the light. He wasn't going to sleep, of course. He was enjoying watching Xander in the dark. The closeness of him, the scent of his innocence, was both intoxicating and sweetly tormenting.
Xander closed his eyes. He wasn't asleep of course; he was much too frightened. He'd learned at an early age to be very still, very quiet and that's what he was now. The creature had scared him badly. The feeling of paralysis and not being able to think or say anything but what it wanted terrified him. Suppose she came in the dark and Xander woke to find her towering over him, he wouldn't be able to move, to shout for help. Time passed and the room was quiet. Xander sneaked a peek at Spike. He was still and quiet too, he must be asleep. When he was very little and stayed with his granny, he was scared of storms. Then he would crawl into bed with her and she never minded. He looked at Spike. Would he mind?
Spike saw Xander turn to look at him. So, not asleep after all, he thought. He wondered what Xander was thinking, what kept him awake. His Sire had always chided him for being so connected to humanity. But for all that he preyed on them, he *liked* people. They were endlessly capable of surprising and entertaining him.
Quietly Xander edged the covers down and swung out his legs sitting on he edge of the bed. He was really skinny so he wouldn't take up hardly any room. If he lay on the very edge, Spike wouldn't even know he was there. He looked at the door and at Spike. Even if he woke up he'd probably just send Xander back to his own bed. Carefully Xander stood. He hitched up the boxers and taking his courage in both hands scampered round to the empty side of Spike's bed. He hesitated and then carefully pulled down the covers and slipped in. He lay motionless right on the edge.
Spike had to smile to himself. The boy had initiative. Either that or he was very scared. Spike pretended to turn in his 'sleep', one arm draping over Xander's body and pulling him close.
Xander was half asleep. He mewled quietly and snuggled back against Spike. He felt safe. He wriggled back a bit more so that he was pressed up against Spike.
Spike smiled again, and nuzzled Xander's neck. Xander's warm and slender body felt good pressed against him. Much better. Spike actually hated sleeping alone. He wrapped one leg over Xander, effectively trapping the boy.
Xander relaxed completely against Spike. He whimpered a little and made soft sounds in his sleep. Spike’s presence chased away the bad dreams and he slept peacefully.
Spike was even more surprised. Xander wasn't afraid of him. He trusted him, completely, even after the horrible life he'd had. He could feel Xander pressed tight against him, hear his soft and slow breathing, his relaxed heartbeat. He was used to gaining people's trust. It was his stock-in-trade, after all. But this was something new to him. He began to purr softly down deep in his chest.
Deep somewhere in his subconscious Xander heard the purr and the gentle vibrations of Spike's chest pressed to his back. He couldn't purr but he answered with a soft whimper and snuffle.
Spike chuckled quietly, then kissed the nape of Xander's neck. "Shhh, it's all right, pet, settle down," he whispered.
Xander relaxed again and was soon snoring softly in Spike’s embrace
Spike tightened his grip a little, and let himself doze lightly. He had the thought, as he drifted off, that he would have to keep this one a while. Perhaps quite a while.
Xander was normally a restless sleeper, but now he was still as stone, sleeping soundly.
It was close to dawn when there was a feminine voice from outside the door. It was soft, pitched for vampire hearing. Spike lifted his head. There was a familiar presence. He slid carefully out of the bed, not wanting to wake Xander. He moved to the door, stepping outside, not worried about his near-naked state.
Outside stood a blonde woman dressed in a catholic schoolgirl’s uniform. Spike smiled. “Hello, Darla. What is a pretty girl like you doing in this godforsaken little town? Aside from the Hellmouth, of course.”
Darla cocked her head and favored Spike with a little smile, lifting her hands to caress his bare chest. “The Master is here. He’s been trapped in the Hellmouth quite a while. Didn’t you know?”
Spike shook his head. “I didn’t, actually. So you’re here dancing attendance on him?”
She shrugged. “He’s my Sire. How is Drusilla?”
“Dead,” Spike answered flatly, suddenly tense. “A mob in Prague got her.”
Darla sighed and frowned. “That’s unfortunate. I know you loved her.”
“I did.” Spike looked away a bit, unwilling to share his private pain with Darla. She’d abandoned them all those years ago, just after Angelus left, without ever looking back. “So are you just here to catch up with your grandchilde?”
“Not exactly. There’s a conclave, and the Master requests your presence. I should add that it’s less a request than an order. I know you’re not fond of orders, so I’m adding a pretty please.” She smiled winningly up at Spike.
Spike grimaced a little. He detested vamp politics, but he wasn’t ready to leave town yet. Better to humor them. “Awright. When?”
“Good boy. Two nights from now. I’ll come to fetch you. You can even bring your pet if you like.”
“Pet?”
“Oh, come now, William, I can smell him on you. He smells delicious.”
“Mine,” Spike growled.
“”Don’t fret, lovely boy. I won’t touch your plaything.” She smiled up at Spike again, then turned with a little twirl. “I’ll see you day after tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I’ll be here.” Spike stepped back into the hotel room. He didn’t expect to see her again. And despite everything, she was family. There were still feelings there. He climbed into bed, pulling Xander back to him. He breathed in his scent, pushing away his thoughts, letting himself doze again. Time enough to deal with trouble as it came.
petxnd, so mods she needs to get credit for this for her awards. She’s also made a lovely worksafe banner underneath the cut. It is over 1,000 words so it qualifies under the majority decision of that poll. This will also have to count for me again this week, I can’t seem to get well. Title: Holding out for a Hero 4/?
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Conclave
Warnings: Pre-slash. This fic will eventually have underage sex, so if that squicks you be warned. Xander is 14, almost 15 in this fic.
Rating: Adults Only (not this chapter but eventually)
Background: This is an AU. Spike and Dru parted ways long ago, and this is Sunnydale the year before Buffy showed up.
Summary: Xander has an abusive home life. His only escape is in the form of a comic book called ‘William the Bloody Avenger’, featuring a leather-clad blonde superhero who rescues people from abusive situations. Then Xander sees his hero in the flesh, and is not sure what to do. This Chapter- Xander seeks comfort from Spike, and Spike has an unexpected visitor.
It was night now. They'd eaten pizza, and Spike had discreetly stepped outside to grab a quick drink from the delivery boy, so he was properly fed. The two of them were relaxing on the bed, watching the Cartoon Network. Spike could see Xander getting sleepy, his eyes beginning to droop. "I think it's time you got ready for bed, pet," Spike commented.
Xander blinked at him and nodded. He slipped carefully off the bed and picked up the boxers from the dresser. He cast a nervous look at the door, at the strange symbols Spike had carved there. He chewed his bottom lip they turned to Spike. "May I take a shower? I promise not to be long."
Spike nodded. "Of course, pet." He had to smile at Xander's asking permission, at the unconscious submissiveness of it.
Xander gave a bashful smile and retreated to the bathroom. He took off and neatly folded his new clothes and quickly showered. He reveled under the hot water but as he'd promised was very quick. He dried himself and put on the boxers. He cleaned his teeth with the brush Spike had bought him. Went to the toilet, washed his hands and slipped out turning off the light. He clutched the boxers as he made his way to his bed. He cast nervous glances at the door and smiled at Spike as he climbed into bed.
Spike was stripped down and in his own boxers when Xander came out, reclining on the other bed. He took in Xander's body again, his gaze intimate and lingering. "You ready for bed, pet?"
Xander nodded. He chewed his bottom lip. "You don't think the monster will really come after me? " He asked nervously.
Spike sighed. "She might. Lamia can be rather annoyingly persistent. But the ward should keep her away."
Xander slid down pulling up the covers. He was scared and wished Spike had killed the monster. But it was very big and fast, perhaps he couldn't. "I'm sure I'm much too skinny and very tough." He said trying to make himself feel better.
Spike chuckled. "Mmm, no, I'd categorize you as a nummy treat."
Xander blinked and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He smiled and blushed a little. "Goodnight." He said shyly.
"Night Xander." Spike turned off the light. He wasn't going to sleep, of course. He was enjoying watching Xander in the dark. The closeness of him, the scent of his innocence, was both intoxicating and sweetly tormenting.
Xander closed his eyes. He wasn't asleep of course; he was much too frightened. He'd learned at an early age to be very still, very quiet and that's what he was now. The creature had scared him badly. The feeling of paralysis and not being able to think or say anything but what it wanted terrified him. Suppose she came in the dark and Xander woke to find her towering over him, he wouldn't be able to move, to shout for help. Time passed and the room was quiet. Xander sneaked a peek at Spike. He was still and quiet too, he must be asleep. When he was very little and stayed with his granny, he was scared of storms. Then he would crawl into bed with her and she never minded. He looked at Spike. Would he mind?
Spike saw Xander turn to look at him. So, not asleep after all, he thought. He wondered what Xander was thinking, what kept him awake. His Sire had always chided him for being so connected to humanity. But for all that he preyed on them, he *liked* people. They were endlessly capable of surprising and entertaining him.
Quietly Xander edged the covers down and swung out his legs sitting on he edge of the bed. He was really skinny so he wouldn't take up hardly any room. If he lay on the very edge, Spike wouldn't even know he was there. He looked at the door and at Spike. Even if he woke up he'd probably just send Xander back to his own bed. Carefully Xander stood. He hitched up the boxers and taking his courage in both hands scampered round to the empty side of Spike's bed. He hesitated and then carefully pulled down the covers and slipped in. He lay motionless right on the edge.
Spike had to smile to himself. The boy had initiative. Either that or he was very scared. Spike pretended to turn in his 'sleep', one arm draping over Xander's body and pulling him close.
Xander was half asleep. He mewled quietly and snuggled back against Spike. He felt safe. He wriggled back a bit more so that he was pressed up against Spike.
Spike smiled again, and nuzzled Xander's neck. Xander's warm and slender body felt good pressed against him. Much better. Spike actually hated sleeping alone. He wrapped one leg over Xander, effectively trapping the boy.
Xander relaxed completely against Spike. He whimpered a little and made soft sounds in his sleep. Spike’s presence chased away the bad dreams and he slept peacefully.
Spike was even more surprised. Xander wasn't afraid of him. He trusted him, completely, even after the horrible life he'd had. He could feel Xander pressed tight against him, hear his soft and slow breathing, his relaxed heartbeat. He was used to gaining people's trust. It was his stock-in-trade, after all. But this was something new to him. He began to purr softly down deep in his chest.
Deep somewhere in his subconscious Xander heard the purr and the gentle vibrations of Spike's chest pressed to his back. He couldn't purr but he answered with a soft whimper and snuffle.
Spike chuckled quietly, then kissed the nape of Xander's neck. "Shhh, it's all right, pet, settle down," he whispered.
Xander relaxed again and was soon snoring softly in Spike’s embrace
Spike tightened his grip a little, and let himself doze lightly. He had the thought, as he drifted off, that he would have to keep this one a while. Perhaps quite a while.
Xander was normally a restless sleeper, but now he was still as stone, sleeping soundly.
It was close to dawn when there was a feminine voice from outside the door. It was soft, pitched for vampire hearing. Spike lifted his head. There was a familiar presence. He slid carefully out of the bed, not wanting to wake Xander. He moved to the door, stepping outside, not worried about his near-naked state.
Outside stood a blonde woman dressed in a catholic schoolgirl’s uniform. Spike smiled. “Hello, Darla. What is a pretty girl like you doing in this godforsaken little town? Aside from the Hellmouth, of course.”
Darla cocked her head and favored Spike with a little smile, lifting her hands to caress his bare chest. “The Master is here. He’s been trapped in the Hellmouth quite a while. Didn’t you know?”
Spike shook his head. “I didn’t, actually. So you’re here dancing attendance on him?”
She shrugged. “He’s my Sire. How is Drusilla?”
“Dead,” Spike answered flatly, suddenly tense. “A mob in Prague got her.”
Darla sighed and frowned. “That’s unfortunate. I know you loved her.”
“I did.” Spike looked away a bit, unwilling to share his private pain with Darla. She’d abandoned them all those years ago, just after Angelus left, without ever looking back. “So are you just here to catch up with your grandchilde?”
“Not exactly. There’s a conclave, and the Master requests your presence. I should add that it’s less a request than an order. I know you’re not fond of orders, so I’m adding a pretty please.” She smiled winningly up at Spike.
Spike grimaced a little. He detested vamp politics, but he wasn’t ready to leave town yet. Better to humor them. “Awright. When?”
“Good boy. Two nights from now. I’ll come to fetch you. You can even bring your pet if you like.”
“Pet?”
“Oh, come now, William, I can smell him on you. He smells delicious.”
“Mine,” Spike growled.
“”Don’t fret, lovely boy. I won’t touch your plaything.” She smiled up at Spike again, then turned with a little twirl. “I’ll see you day after tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I’ll be here.” Spike stepped back into the hotel room. He didn’t expect to see her again. And despite everything, she was family. There were still feelings there. He climbed into bed, pulling Xander back to him. He breathed in his scent, pushing away his thoughts, letting himself doze again. Time enough to deal with trouble as it came.
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Date: 2007-06-17 08:04 am (UTC)Xander is so damn trusting and Spike is so manipulative that it makes me shiver. And at the same time, I'm jut so glad that someone is showing the boy a little kindness
Can't wait to see what happens if Spike does take Xander to the conclave.
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