Fic: The Boy Next Door: In the Stars, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - 48 Horoscope

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Written for tamingthemuse prompt of "Horoscope".

Title: In The Stars
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #48 - Horoscope
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: 2,137

Previous Parts.

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The Boy Next Door: In the Stars

It had been a long week for Spike and Xander. A test in French and US History, a large assignment in Math and an outline for an essay on Hamlet in English kept the two boys in the library later and later into the evening until Friday rolled around and they found themselves completely alone in the vast library.

Xander looked up at the high windows as he stretched, surprised at the darkness.

"When did it get dark?"

"It happens every night around the same time, if you hadn't noticed," Spike teased.

"Duh," Xander laughed as he punched Spike lightly on the arm. He'd missed the touching and kissing he'd learned to expect from Spike. The older boy had limited their "recreational time" and had insisted on keeping Xander studying.

But Xander's mind had a tendency to wander and it usually wound up somewhere on Spike's anatomy. The blond boy came up with a solution to the problem. If Xander could get through an entire study session, completing all work to the older boy's satisfaction, he'd receive a reward after their walk home.

It seemed that warm, wet kisses and hot, furious hand jobs did wonders for Xander's attention span.

The sable haired boy smiled, pushing his overgrown hair out of his face as he put the finishing touches on his Biology homework. He brandied his pencil like an expert drummer as he sank in his chair.

"Stick a fork in me, Spike, because I am done."

The blond boy chuckled as he kicked at the chair, sending the younger boy scrambling to keep from landing in a heap on the library floor.

"Well, if that's what you really want," Spike drawled, his tongue trapped seductively between his teeth.

Xander flushed healthily and quickly put his school work away in his bag. Spike watched greedily before standing and leading the other boy outside. They walked home in the dark, moving swiftly beneath round patches of artificial light, unafraid of any danger that might be lurking beyond their borders.

They chatted and chuckled, playfully punching and touching as they walked, neither of them in too much of hurry to reach their destination. As they neared their homes, Spike saw the look of dread and disappointment on the younger boy's face. Looking up at his neighbor's home, Spike noticed the numerous lights on and the two dilapidated cars now parked on the front lawn.

Xander seemed to notice where Spike's attention was centered and he snorted mockingly.

"Looks like my Uncle Rory's come for a visit. And brought a friend with him. I'd better lay low for a while. Do you mind if we go in through the basement?"

Spike didn't mind. They'd mostly spent time in the house's dank cellar since Xander's parents were quite unpleasant and Spike didn't care to spend time around them if he didn't have to. But a glance at his own dark house told him his would be quiet.

"What do you say we stop at my place first, yeah?" Spike offered quietly, already steering the younger boy up the dark walkway.

Xander nodded silently as he stared at his own loud, raucous house behind them.

"Sure."

The house was dark and Spike flipped on the lights, looking around the quiet house. He smiled as he wandered around, searching for a sign of his father. Wandering into the kitchen, he picked up a note, waved it at Xander before he quietly read.

Suddenly, he seemed to collapse. Xander rushed forward to help, to hold, to do something, someway.

"What is it?" he whispered, terrified.

"My Da," Spike answered.

"Where?" Xander asked, fear gripping him. "Where is he?"

"The Police Station. Seems they had some questions for him. I don't believe it."

"What?" Xander asked, concern coloring his voice deep and dark.

Spike looked up into the chocolate brown eyes brimming with concern. He sighed before confessing, "Da and I got into some trouble in England. It's one of the reasons we came here. We'd hope it wouldn't follow us. Guess I was wrong."

He normally didn't share the truth. It was often too risky a venture. But Xander was different. The truth was effortless and simple. It was easy to spin the web with this truth instead of constructing some lie that he'd have to remember later.

"What kind of trouble?" Xander pressed as he held the older boy close to his heart.

"Don't want to go into now, alright? Let's just say we aren't blushing flowers, 'k?"

"Alright," Xander agreed.

He waited, quiet and still, for Spike to decide what he wanted. When the other boy remained silent, Xander decided to press forward. "Can I do anything for you?"

"What can you do?" Spike snapped.

Xander froze. What could he do? He was nothing more than a silly little boy who knew nothing of Spike's or his father's problems. All he could do was this.

Quickly, he leaned down and placed a simple, soft kiss on Spike's parted lips. Suddenly, the older boy clung to him tightly, needy and desperate.

"Yes," Spike whispered. "That's what you can do. Distract me, please. Just distract me."

Xander did his best, exploring the familiar territory of Spike's mouth, tasting and teasing, kissing and nipping. Mouths moving quickly turned into hands touching and Xander found his pants open and shoved roughly away. Spike seemed to be single-minded in his pursuit of Xander's naked flesh.

It was odd, being naked from the waist down in his tutor's kitchen, but Spike seemed to neither notice nor care. Finally, when warm fingers began to tug at his hard flesh, the cool, hard wood of the counter top brought Xander to his senses.

"Spike," he whispered. "Could we move this somewhere more comfortable?"

Reality settled in around the older boy and picked the younger boy up before throwing him bodily on the large couch in the living room. Xander chuckled lightly as he bounced on the soft cushions before Spike fell over him, blanketing him from head to foot. The worn jeans rubbed against Xander's naked flesh and he arched up to meet it. It hurt, but felt so right at the same time. He groaned and whimpered and writhed.

Spike looked into the wide brown eyes, his own blue eyes wild with need.

"Please, Xander," he nearly growled. "Need you. Please say yes. Just need you so bad."

"Yes," Xander agreed, not knowing what he was fully agreeing to, but trusting the other boy implicitly.

Spike smiled before kissing the boy forcefully, greedy, taking every bit that Xander was willing to give. Hands were everywhere, touching, stripping, teasing, loving. Before he knew it, Xander found himself naked with an equally nude Spike on top of him. The older boy rolled his hips, grinding into him, thrusting and teasing the hyper sensitive boy.

Suddenly, he shifted until Xander felt a cool slickness sliding behind his balls. It was an odd feeling, but one he was willing to deal with. Then there was pressure and the oddest sensation he'd ever felt.

He gasped and groaned and trying to squirm away, but Spike held him still.

"Shh," Spike encouraged. "You're doing so well, pet. Just let me in, yeah? It'll be perfect. I promise."

Xander nodded and tried to breathe as the slick finger invaded him. It slid in and out, twisting this way and that. Just when he thought He'd gotten used to it, Spike added another. This seemed worse somehow and Xander whimpered and cried. The soft sounds only seemed to spur Spike on and his hands moved frantically in the boy's tight hole.

Suddenly, the fingers were gone and Xander sighed in relief. Spike pulled Xander's leg up, higher than it had ever been before, settling himself between the younger boy's parted thighs.

"Thank you," he whispered, the crystal blue eyes brimming with tears, right before he pressed forward.

Xander bit his lip to keep from crying out. It hurt, bad. Worse than anything he'd imagined before. It burned and ached as he was insistently stretched to his breaking point. Finally, Spike stopped. Xander gasped when he realized that Spike was inside him, completely.

Then Spike rolled his hips, grinding into him even deeper. The jolt of pleasure that shot through him shocked Xander to his core. It was delicious, exciting, addictive and he couldn't wait for more.

Spike pulled back slowly before slamming back home. Xander cried out, in pleasure and pain, hating it and needing even more. Spike gave him everything he wanted and more of what he needed, riding him rough and hard. It became a blur of need and want and pain and bliss.

When warm fingers wrapped around his half hard cock, Xander came undone. He thrust up into the fist gripping him tightly before rocking back onto the intrusion inside him. He panted and moaned, cried and ached until he froze, his whole body throbbing with pleasure beyond anything he'd ever felt before. He cried out wordlessly, riding the waves crashing over him, until he collapsed onto the comfy couch.

When he came back to himself, he found Spike resting on his chest, silently stroking between his nipples.

"That was…" Xander started, unable to complete the thought with any coherency.

"Yeah," Spike agreed. "That it was."

The sweet afterglow was disrupted by the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house. Spike quickly stood and looked out the window, apparently unconcerned about his nudity. Suddenly, he shouted a happy whoop as he turned to Xander, his face glowing with excitement.

"It's the cops with my Da. They brought him home."

The boys dressed in record time and before the police officer could reach the door, Spike was out the door, running toward his surprised father. He charged into the older man, throwing him arms around the solid neck.

"Da!" Spike yelled, unable to say any more.

"It's alright, William. Let's go inside."

Xander stood in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. The easy comfort between father and son was a mystery and he couldn't seem to look away.

"Thank you, Officer," Ethan spoke eventually, addressing the officer looking on. "I assume we will be seeing each other again soon."

"Yes, Mr. Rayne. I believe we will."

Once the officer left, Ethan and Spike walked up to the house, slipping silently past Xander. Spike was the first to speak.

"What is going on, Da?"

"Let's not talk about," Ethan offered quietly, still holding his son close. "You're little friend is here, William. Let's not neglect him."

Xander seemed to shrink beneath the stare of the two men. Slowly, Ethan walked to the young boy before enfolding him in his arms. Ethan seemed to gasp and sniffle lightly before whispering, "Thank you for taking care of my boy."

The sable haired boy stood silent, frozen by the show of affection. Finally, Ethan let him go, smiling. "What do you say you stay the night, Alexander? We could get take away and watch a movie. Do you think your parents would mind?"

Xander knew his parents probably wouldn't even notice if he didn't make it home, so he nodded quickly, shooting a look at Spike to make sure the other boy didn't mind.

"Why don't you go over and check, young man," Ethan prompted. "Run along now. Grab a change of clothing as well. If they have any problems, you just have them come and have a little chat with me, alright?"

Xander nodded again before rushing toward his home.

Ethan closed the door and turned to smile at his son. "So, it seems I'll need to have the couch cleaned now, William?"

Spike chuckled, making a show of adjusting himself. "That'd probably be best."

"I didn't really frighten you, did I?"

"Not really, but what were you doing?"

"I had to report the robbery and vandalism so the insurance company would pay out. It's fundamental in business, William."

Spike nodded silently.

"So," Ethan continued. "Are we going to continue to see young Alexander or are you moving on from here."

Spike thought for a moment. "I believe I'll be keeping the boy around for a while."

Ethan smiled wide. "Wonderful. Well, it should be an interesting night. So, pizza or curry?"

"Well, Xander's horoscope for the day warns of too many changes. So I'd say pizza. I'd hate to shake him up too much."

The older Englishman chuckled as he wandered into the kitchen toward the telephone. "Following the boy's sign now, William? I think someone cares."

"Damn right I do," Spike protested. "He's a special one this one is. Keeping him around for a while."

"Very well," Ethan smiled as he dialed. "But I expect details, Son."

"Of course," Spike replied. "As always."