tamingthemuse | Fic: The Boy Next Door: Talk to Me, Spike/Xander, BtVS, Prompt

Written for

tamingthemuse prompt of "Your Zodiac Sign" which is Aries, btw.

Title: Talk to Me
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #51 - Your Zodiac Sign - Aries
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: 762

Previous Parts.

Thanks to

_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

The Boy Next Door: Talk to Me

Spike sat obediently at the dining table, waiting for the meal his father was dutifully preparing for him. The smell was wonderful and Spike's mouth watered as he watched the food plated so as to be as visually pleasing as the taste would be to his palate. Ethan presented the meal with a smile and a bottle wine, which he poured for both himself and his son.

Smirking, Spike took a sip of the pale wine before looking down at his plate of poached salmon with stir fried vegetables and risotto. "Pinot Grigio?" Spike asked after rolling the light alcohol on his tongue.

"Very good." Ethan praised his son as he sipped his own wine, studying the boy over the rim of the glass.

Spike took a bite of his meal before asking, "Why all this, Da? You know I'd much rather do with fish and chips or the like?"

"Because," Ethan explained, slightly exasperated. "Your body is a temple and I won't stand by while you ruin your own health while you ply your boy with the sickly sweets and greasy meals he seems to thrive on. A decent meal now and then is not going to kill you."

"All right, all right," Spike protested, chuckling lightly as he raised both hands in surrender. "I was just asking, is all. Didn't say I didn't like it, did I?"

Ethan laughed as well, taking a deep sip of the cool wine. "No, that you did not. Besides, I thought it would be nice to have a proper meal, the two of us together. We could have a nice little chat."

Nodding in agreement, Spike smirked to himself. He knew that this was his father's way of subtly indicating that he wanted details about the relationship between him and Xander. Of course, neither would ever admit that.

"Sounds nice, Da," Spike replied genially between bites of fish and rice. "What would you like to talk about? We had a very interesting discussion in Mythology class the other day about how astronomy influenced how myths were interpreted years later. I brought up the fact that my own sign, Aries, is often associated with the Greek myth of Phrixus and Helle's escape from their evil stepmother, Ino, even though there is no correlation between the sign and the myth. Furthermore..."

"Enough, enough," Ethan stopped his son's lecture as he laughed heartily. "I get it. You are too much like your sign, I'm afraid, my boy. Determination and stubbornness define you, boy. You caught me out. Tell me about your boy."

Spike snickered lightly, bowing his head as he delicately nibbled on another bite of tasty fish to cover his laughter. "Are you sure? I thought you found mythology interesting." The boy ducked as his father took a half-hearted swing at his head. "Alright. Xander it is then."

They took their time, Spike sharing stories of his conquest and Ethan listening quietly with rapt attention. He told of long, sweet kisses tasting of chocolate and innocence, of skin slick with sweat from desire and fear, of whispered pleas of need and want. He explained his lessons, full of exploring fingers and greedy mouths. He recalled, with surprising clarity, their first time together and every time since then.

Finally, they had nearly completed their meal as Spike was finishing his tale. The bottle was sitting between them, empty. Ethan sighed heavily, shaking his head as he drained his glass.

"Ah, Spike," he sighed. "It looks like you've found yourself quite the boy there. Couldn't have picked a better one myself."

Spike smiled at the praise, a slight blush rising up his cheeks.

"There's only one problem."

The smile fell from the boy's face immediately. "What problem?"

"You're falling for him."

Spike sputtered for a moment in indignation. "What?!" he choked on his sip of wine.

"You," Ethan emphasized, touching his son lightly on the chest, "Are falling for that boy. I've seen the signs before. Recognized them in myself even. You'd best be careful, William."

Spike started to protest, annoyance flashing in his crystal blue eyes. A strong, warm finger pressed against his lips, silencing him.

"Trust your old man, William," Ethan whispered, "You care for the boy. Either accept it or move on."

Finally accepting that his father was not going to back down, Spike nodded slowly, sadly.

"Just remember, William, no matter what happens, that Daddy will always love you," Ethan practically purred before he replaced his finger with his lips in a not all together chaste kiss.

Tbc...