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tamingthemuse prompt of "Ayers Rock".
Title: Traveling Blind
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #53 - Ayers Rock
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: 1,329
Previous Parts.
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The Boy Next Door: Traveling Blind
Spike sat back, watching as Xander hung on every word his father spoke. The blond boy was happy to have some time to enjoy being with Xander without having the be with Xander. His father's revelation about Spike's feeling for the younger boy made him search Xander for signs of how he felt.
It was obvious that Xander wanted to be with Spike physically, that was never in doubt. And Spike couldn't blame him. Xander was a teenage boy with needs. Needs that Spike knew how to fulfill. Needs that Spike cultivated and exploited. Needs that Spike had too. It was a symbiotic relationship, one he wasn't ready to sever just yet, despite his concern about getting too close to the boy.
Coming back to the conversation, Spike laughed as he watched Xander inch closer to the edge of the couch, straining forward to look at the picture Ethan was indicating.
"So how long did you live in Australia?" Xander asked, his voice eager and happy.
"Just over sixteen months," Ethan answered smiling at the sable-haired boy. "You should have seen my sweet William over there. He picked up the accent in no time. Anyone would have thought he was a true native, many over there did, actually."
"Really?" Xander asked, his eyes wide and curious. "Can you do some for me now?"
Spike snorted before bursting into a long stereotypical speech that an American would expect from someone Down Under. He threw in a lot of "Mate"s and "Shrimp on the Barbie", much to Xander's delight.
"Cool!" Xander exclaimed, nearly bouncing in his delight. "So, what is that place?" he asked, pointing to the picture still in Ethan's hands.
"This," the elder Englishman pointed to the large rock formation in the picture, "is Ayer's Rock. It's one of the most famous sights in all of Australia. That's where we were adopted."
"Adopted?"
Ethan chuckled lightly. "We were taken in by a family of aborigines, Pitjantjatjara to be exact. It was very hard to leave, but we missed England and decided to leave to come to our real home."
Spike smirked at his father for the story he wove of the unsuspecting boy. The story, while true as it was told, was not the entire truth. The older man had left out the reason they were in the far off continent in the first place and their sudden return. Running from the law may sound romantic, but Spike was happy when the people hunting them decided they lacked enough evidence to convict the pair. Spike was more than happy to escape their desert prison and enjoy their homecoming to more familiar surroundings.
"You were part of an aborigine tribe?" Xander asked in awe.
"Nation," Spike corrected.
"What?"
"Much like the natives of this country, they prefer to be called a Nation," Spike explained. He may have hated living there, but he wasn't going to let someone go uneducated about them either.
"Oh. You guys are so cool!" Xander exclaimed, his smile nearly blinding both Englishmen.
Ethan chuckled lightly as he replaced the picture on the mantel. "Why don't you boys go upstairs for a while? I've got some work to do and I'm sure you don't want to sit around, listening to an old man rambling away."
Xander began to protest, but Ethan held up a hand, sharing a meaningful look with Spike. The blond boy nodded as he stood before heading up the stairs. Xander followed immediately, just like Spike knew he would. He smirked, though no one could see.
Once in his room, Spike threw himself onto his bed, looking up at younger boy watching him through the fringe of his sable-colored hair. The older boy tucked his hands behind his head and smiled crookedly at Xander.
"Come here," he commanded quietly and Xander immediately obeyed, crawling over the prone body on the bed. He settled down, covering Spike's warm body with his own, waiting for a signal from the other boy to continue. Spike never gave one.
Slowly, Xander leaned in, brushing his lips against Spike's, kissing him lightly, almost chastely. Spike allowed it, sighing as the boy traced the seam of his lips with a moist, pink tongue. They kissed languidly, taking their time to explore and taste, search and learn. As the younger boy shifted atop him, Spike sighed, opening himself to Xander's greedy mouth.
It was a new experience having Xander on top, seemingly in control of what they did. Spike decided he didn't hate it.
After several long minutes of hot, slow kisses, Spike decided he was ready for more. He thrust his hips up against the hardness pressing against him, causing Xander to gasp in response.
"Let's move this along, yeah?" Spike asked, his eyes dropping to his needy crotch.
Xander nodded wildly, his hair flying in his earnestness. His fingers, normally clumsy and awkward, flew over the button fly, making short work of Spike's jeans. Soon, Spike's cock was exposed to the cool evening air as Xander stared at the hard flesh.
Finally, Spike couldn't take anymore and complained roughly, "It's not going to get itself off by you staring at it."
The younger boy snickered lightly before leaning forward and taking just the head between his pouty lips. Spike sighed as the boy went to work, sucking and licking just as Spike had taught him. Either Spike was a brilliant teacher or Xander was an excellent student because that hot mouth had him on the edge in no time.
Lifting his head lightly from the comfort of his coupled fingers, Spike looked down to watch the boy pleasuring him. Xander face was screwed up in concentration as the boy tried to remember every lesson and every suggestion that Spike ever gave him as he rutted against the rough bedclothes.
Spike watched for a few long moments, entranced by the lips embracing him, until he finally realized he couldn't let the boy suffer anymore, not with the sheer pleasure he was giving.
"Come round this way," Spike whispered, his voice rough and raspy. Helping Xander around, Spike quickly opened his pants, exposing the boy's ass and cock to his gaze. Lazily, he began to stroke the exposed cheeks with his fingertips before reaching down to wrap his fist around the boy's leaking cock.
They stayed like that, Xander's lips wrapped around his hardness while he thrust into the circle of Spike's fingers. Spike waited until Xander's thrusts became harsher and more erratic before he slowly slipped his spit slicked thumb into the boy's pucker.
Xander bucked and arched, spilling over Spike's hand. The muffled moans against his sensitive flesh sent Spike over the edge and filled Xander's mouth, the boy rushing to swallow every bit.
After catching their breath, Xander straightened Spike's clothing before righting his own. He leaned in, settling himself against the older boy's body and snuggling his head beneath Spike's chin. They cuddled for several long minutes. Spike decided it wasn't half bad.
Moments later, Ethan called upstairs. "Spike! It's getting late!"
"Suppose I'd better head home," Xander whispered as he moved to climb off the bed. Spike stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
"This was nice."
Xander blushed beautifully all the way down his neck.
"Yeah, it was."
Spike walked him down the stairs and Xander said goodbye to Ethan. The older Englishman hugged the boy lightly before ruffling his hair. Leading the younger boy out on to the front porch, Spike pulled Xander around to face him.
"Sleep tight," Spike whispered.
"Don't let the bedbugs bite," Xander replied, smiling lightly.
Spike leaned and feasted on the boy's lips for several long languorous moments. Moments neither wanted to end.
As they stood on the exposed porch, they never knew someone was watching them from next door. Someone who didn't appreciate his son kissing some fag from next door. Someone who would be waiting to teach his son a lesson.
Tbc...
Cue evil music...Dun, dun, dun!!!
tamingthemuse prompt of "Ayers Rock".Title: Traveling Blind
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #53 - Ayers Rock
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: 1,329
Previous Parts.
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.Spike sat back, watching as Xander hung on every word his father spoke. The blond boy was happy to have some time to enjoy being with Xander without having the be with Xander. His father's revelation about Spike's feeling for the younger boy made him search Xander for signs of how he felt.
It was obvious that Xander wanted to be with Spike physically, that was never in doubt. And Spike couldn't blame him. Xander was a teenage boy with needs. Needs that Spike knew how to fulfill. Needs that Spike cultivated and exploited. Needs that Spike had too. It was a symbiotic relationship, one he wasn't ready to sever just yet, despite his concern about getting too close to the boy.
Coming back to the conversation, Spike laughed as he watched Xander inch closer to the edge of the couch, straining forward to look at the picture Ethan was indicating.
"So how long did you live in Australia?" Xander asked, his voice eager and happy.
"Just over sixteen months," Ethan answered smiling at the sable-haired boy. "You should have seen my sweet William over there. He picked up the accent in no time. Anyone would have thought he was a true native, many over there did, actually."
"Really?" Xander asked, his eyes wide and curious. "Can you do some for me now?"
Spike snorted before bursting into a long stereotypical speech that an American would expect from someone Down Under. He threw in a lot of "Mate"s and "Shrimp on the Barbie", much to Xander's delight.
"Cool!" Xander exclaimed, nearly bouncing in his delight. "So, what is that place?" he asked, pointing to the picture still in Ethan's hands.
"This," the elder Englishman pointed to the large rock formation in the picture, "is Ayer's Rock. It's one of the most famous sights in all of Australia. That's where we were adopted."
"Adopted?"
Ethan chuckled lightly. "We were taken in by a family of aborigines, Pitjantjatjara to be exact. It was very hard to leave, but we missed England and decided to leave to come to our real home."
Spike smirked at his father for the story he wove of the unsuspecting boy. The story, while true as it was told, was not the entire truth. The older man had left out the reason they were in the far off continent in the first place and their sudden return. Running from the law may sound romantic, but Spike was happy when the people hunting them decided they lacked enough evidence to convict the pair. Spike was more than happy to escape their desert prison and enjoy their homecoming to more familiar surroundings.
"You were part of an aborigine tribe?" Xander asked in awe.
"Nation," Spike corrected.
"What?"
"Much like the natives of this country, they prefer to be called a Nation," Spike explained. He may have hated living there, but he wasn't going to let someone go uneducated about them either.
"Oh. You guys are so cool!" Xander exclaimed, his smile nearly blinding both Englishmen.
Ethan chuckled lightly as he replaced the picture on the mantel. "Why don't you boys go upstairs for a while? I've got some work to do and I'm sure you don't want to sit around, listening to an old man rambling away."
Xander began to protest, but Ethan held up a hand, sharing a meaningful look with Spike. The blond boy nodded as he stood before heading up the stairs. Xander followed immediately, just like Spike knew he would. He smirked, though no one could see.
Once in his room, Spike threw himself onto his bed, looking up at younger boy watching him through the fringe of his sable-colored hair. The older boy tucked his hands behind his head and smiled crookedly at Xander.
"Come here," he commanded quietly and Xander immediately obeyed, crawling over the prone body on the bed. He settled down, covering Spike's warm body with his own, waiting for a signal from the other boy to continue. Spike never gave one.
Slowly, Xander leaned in, brushing his lips against Spike's, kissing him lightly, almost chastely. Spike allowed it, sighing as the boy traced the seam of his lips with a moist, pink tongue. They kissed languidly, taking their time to explore and taste, search and learn. As the younger boy shifted atop him, Spike sighed, opening himself to Xander's greedy mouth.
It was a new experience having Xander on top, seemingly in control of what they did. Spike decided he didn't hate it.
After several long minutes of hot, slow kisses, Spike decided he was ready for more. He thrust his hips up against the hardness pressing against him, causing Xander to gasp in response.
"Let's move this along, yeah?" Spike asked, his eyes dropping to his needy crotch.
Xander nodded wildly, his hair flying in his earnestness. His fingers, normally clumsy and awkward, flew over the button fly, making short work of Spike's jeans. Soon, Spike's cock was exposed to the cool evening air as Xander stared at the hard flesh.
Finally, Spike couldn't take anymore and complained roughly, "It's not going to get itself off by you staring at it."
The younger boy snickered lightly before leaning forward and taking just the head between his pouty lips. Spike sighed as the boy went to work, sucking and licking just as Spike had taught him. Either Spike was a brilliant teacher or Xander was an excellent student because that hot mouth had him on the edge in no time.
Lifting his head lightly from the comfort of his coupled fingers, Spike looked down to watch the boy pleasuring him. Xander face was screwed up in concentration as the boy tried to remember every lesson and every suggestion that Spike ever gave him as he rutted against the rough bedclothes.
Spike watched for a few long moments, entranced by the lips embracing him, until he finally realized he couldn't let the boy suffer anymore, not with the sheer pleasure he was giving.
"Come round this way," Spike whispered, his voice rough and raspy. Helping Xander around, Spike quickly opened his pants, exposing the boy's ass and cock to his gaze. Lazily, he began to stroke the exposed cheeks with his fingertips before reaching down to wrap his fist around the boy's leaking cock.
They stayed like that, Xander's lips wrapped around his hardness while he thrust into the circle of Spike's fingers. Spike waited until Xander's thrusts became harsher and more erratic before he slowly slipped his spit slicked thumb into the boy's pucker.
Xander bucked and arched, spilling over Spike's hand. The muffled moans against his sensitive flesh sent Spike over the edge and filled Xander's mouth, the boy rushing to swallow every bit.
After catching their breath, Xander straightened Spike's clothing before righting his own. He leaned in, settling himself against the older boy's body and snuggling his head beneath Spike's chin. They cuddled for several long minutes. Spike decided it wasn't half bad.
Moments later, Ethan called upstairs. "Spike! It's getting late!"
"Suppose I'd better head home," Xander whispered as he moved to climb off the bed. Spike stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
"This was nice."
Xander blushed beautifully all the way down his neck.
"Yeah, it was."
Spike walked him down the stairs and Xander said goodbye to Ethan. The older Englishman hugged the boy lightly before ruffling his hair. Leading the younger boy out on to the front porch, Spike pulled Xander around to face him.
"Sleep tight," Spike whispered.
"Don't let the bedbugs bite," Xander replied, smiling lightly.
Spike leaned and feasted on the boy's lips for several long languorous moments. Moments neither wanted to end.
As they stood on the exposed porch, they never knew someone was watching them from next door. Someone who didn't appreciate his son kissing some fag from next door. Someone who would be waiting to teach his son a lesson.
Tbc...
Cue evil music...Dun, dun, dun!!!
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Date: 2007-07-29 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 09:09 am (UTC)*cue evil laughter*
Mwahahahahahahaha!
I'll make it better, I promise. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-29 04:57 pm (UTC)*decides to wait*
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Date: 2007-07-29 08:50 am (UTC)that was really hot and now it is going to be really bad.
*grins happily*
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Date: 2007-07-29 09:10 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-29 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 09:22 am (UTC)Mwahahahahahahaha! Yes, I am evil, thank you very much. I'm hoping to work on the next piece tomorrow, so keep you fingers crossed for more REALLY soon.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-30 07:29 am (UTC)I'm pretty scared for poor Xander now. He had such nice time with Spike and now he is going to be in trouble...
I do hope you get inspired to continue this soon!
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Date: 2007-07-31 02:04 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-30 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 02:05 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-30 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 01:54 am (UTC)a nice bit with ethan/xander/spike though
thankyou
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Date: 2007-07-31 02:08 am (UTC)More to come soon. *g*
Thanks for the feedback.
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Date: 2007-08-07 07:25 am (UTC)