tamingthemuse | Fic: The Boy Next Door: Like Magic, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt

Written for

tamingthemuse prompt of "Aladdin".

Title: Like Magic
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #49 - Aladdin
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: 1,445

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Like Magic

Xander enjoyed his weekend thoroughly. Spike and Ethan had offered to let him stay all day Sunday until Jessica Harris stood on her front stoop around seven in the evening, yelling for her son at the top her lungs. Xander stumbled from the immaculate house, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

He was stopped outside his house by his angry looking mother. She yelled at the boy for not coming home on time while Xander explained, repeatedly, that she had given the boy permission to stay. She, however, refused to believe that she had done such a thing.

Xander sighed as he followed her in the front door, shrugging at the older boy watching him from the neighboring house. He shook his head as he smelled the fumes trailing in his mother's wake. No wonder she didn't remember giving him permission. He was surprised she remembered his name.

He had endured nearly half an hour of berating by his mother, followed by being shouted at by his father for another twenty. Then he set out to complete the chores he had not completed during the weekend away.

Exhaustion hung to him the next morning as he tried to pay attention in class. Sleep deprivation was never fun and with the extra chores the night before, Xander's attention slipped time and again.

His meeting with Spike was strained and stilted. He didn't know how to act around the older boy now that he'd been inside Xander. It was odd and confusing…for about two seconds. Spike had leaned forward and grabbed Xander around the neck, chuckling all the while, holding the younger boy tight in a headlock before administering and decidedly nasty noogie.

Xander laughed heartily, happy that things weren't suddenly weird between him and his tutor, when Giles walked into the library.

"I say," the older man protested. "If you two are going to be this rambunctious, I would suggest you find somewhere else to do it."

"Yes, sir!" Spike replied sarcastically, saluting Mr. Giles comically. Xander giggled uncontrollably before following the blond boy out of the school. They made quick work to make it to Spike's house. It was blissfully quiet and the older boy led them upstairs to his own, quiet room.

"What are we working on today?" Xander asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Spike smirked before pulling out the offending text book. "History today, Xand."

Xander groaned. He hated working on history. It always seemed so unimportant to study what had happened. Should they be worried about what was going to happen?

"Because," Spike explained while Xander wondered if he had really spoken out loud. "If we forget about our past, then we have no chance to influence our future."

The sable-haired head nodded as if he truly understood; although Xander was quite sure what Spike had said was over his head. The blond haired boy smirked as he pulled the heavy text toward him.

"I'll make you a deal," Spike whispered, setting every one of Xander's hair's on edge.

"What?" Xander asked quietly.

"For every question you get right, you get to remove a piece of clothing."

Xander laughed loudly at the idea. It wasn't as if seeing each other nude was an issue, not any more.

"But for every question you get wrong," Spike continued, "You have to replace a piece of clothing and I get to remove one. The first person nude get to have the other person give him head."

Xander gaped at the older boy. He couldn't believe Spike had offered such a thing. Xander had, of course, licked and sucked the other boy to completion, but he had yet to feel the other boy's mouth on him. Xander ached to feel to feel that wicked, snarky mouth wrapped around and the younger boy nodded wildly, readily agreeing.

The questions came rapid fire with Spike shooting them at Xander and the younger boy repeating the answers he knew by rote and cursing the answers he didn't know. Xander grew increasingly more frustrated by the answers he didn't know.

"Dammit!" he cursed loudly, as Spike laughed at the boy's anger.

"What?" Spike asked the fuming boy. "You expect the answers to just pop up in your brain like rubbing Aladdin's Lamp, do you?"

"Well," Xander flushed frantically. "Yeah. I mean, I've been studying and studying. Why doesn't the information just jump out when I want it to?"

"It doesn't work that way, Xander. You have to learn the information and want to know what you learn but it doesn't just pop up in your head as soon as you need it to. You have to have motivation."

"And nakedness equals motivation?" Xander asked.

Spike smirked widely. "You tell me."

Xander worked hard through the afternoon, slowly losing and gaining clothing until both he and Spike were dressed in nothing more than their underwear. Xander knew the next question would determine who would be tended to and would be on his knees.

Spike smirked as he turned the page. "Tell me the significance of the Zoot Suit Riots."

Xander scowled at the blond boy. "Very funny, Spike."

"Very funny, how exactly?"

"Zoot suit riots. Isn't that a sound by the Squirrel Nut Zippers or something?"

Spike scowled, his blue eyes burrowing into the younger boy's brown. "Be that as it may, tell me out the Zoot Suit Riots."

Xander racked his brains before conceding defeat. "Fine. What was it?"

"Don't tell me you don't know?" Spike asked incredulously. When Xander shrugged, Spike continued. "It's a vital bit of California history and you don't know?"

Xander's eyes were downcast at the idea that he didn't even know his own state's history. Spike continued for him. "The Zoot Suit Riots happened in 1942. It was a rather nasty bit a racial hatred that the law ignored. Many Mexican Americans worn zoot suits and were considered to be gangsters by many in the Los Angeles area. These gangsters, or Zoot Suiters, were considered dangerous and 'blood thirty' by the general populace. Due to this, several sailors on shore leave decided to teach these boys a lesson. Any person wearing a zoot suit was fair game. Local law enforcement did little to nothing to stop the assaults, saying that the servicemen were doing their part to stem the tide of the Mexican Crime Wave."

"But that's wrong!" Xander protested. "I can't believe they would let something like that happen."

"They would and they did," Spike whispered quietly. "People are more than willing to believe that anyone different from them is evil. Surely that doesn't surprise you."

Xander stared back at Spike, his eyes wide and sincere. It didn't surprise him at all.

The smirk that spread over Spike's face didn't surprise him either.

"You lost, little one," Spike purred. "That means I win."

Xander shook his head, smiling widely at the older boy. He might have lost, but he won as well. Pulling down the silky boxers, Xander set himself to his task. Taking the silky head of the other boy's cock in his mouth, Xander sighed. He tasted and felt so right, so real, so perfect that Xander didn't mind losing. Not this time.

He worked the silky steel length just as Spike had taught him, the boy licked and sucked with all his might. When the older boy began to thrust down his throat lightly, Xander was surprised to feeling the long, strong fingers wrapped around his own length. Spike stroked him in time with his own ministrations, rewarding the boy for his actions. Soon, they were both coming, Spike down Xander's throat and Xander over Spike's talented fingers.

Once he had cleaned the softening length, Xander worked on Spike's covered fingers. The blond smirked and sighed heavily.

After several long minutes, Xander sighed as well. "I suppose I should get home," the younger boy whispered, quietly pulling on his clothes.

Spike watched silently, reaching into his jeans' pocket to pull out a needed cigarette and lighter. Lighting up, he leaned against the headboard of his bed to watch the boy dress. Once Xander was done, he loaded his books into his bag before turning back to the smirking, smoking boy.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, insecure and self-conscious.

"You bet," Spike smiled widely. "I'll see if we can't come up with something else to motivate you."

Xander smiled lightly, flushing and licking his lips, before saying goodbye and slipping out the door.

Spike relaxed, thinking about all the things that might motivate little Xander. The sheer weight of the thought caused his spent flesh to twitch between his legs. Should make for an interesting week.

Tbc...