Fic: The Boy Next Door: Not What He Seems, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - # 60 Leathery

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Leathery".


Title: Not What He Seems
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #60 - Leathery
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, child abuse, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 826
Author's Note: A shorter chapter, only because I couldn't get Angel to get in this one. He can be so difficult sometimes.

And, due to the LJ Boldthrough, I am sporting a new disclaimer for this fic, thanks to _sharvie_:

Disclaimer: No childrenz were hurt in teh making of this fanfic! *g*

Previous Parts.

Thanks to _sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.






The Boy Next Door: Not What He Seems


Xander sighed as he sank deeper in the bed. The normally soft sheets scratched at the still sensitive skin around his left eye and the young boy grimaced in his sleep. He would have to ask Spike if they were low on fabric softener or something.

A new smell assaulted Xander's senses and he inhaled deeply, pleased at the smells that surrounded him. It was warm and leathery with overtones of whiskey and smoke. All the things that reminded Xander of Spike.

Smiling, he whispered the name in reverence, like he always did when he thought about the older boy.

Suddenly, the sleeping boy was jerked upright until he was sitting on the ratty couch in his basement, gazing directly into Spike's angry face.

"That's right it's Spike," the blond boy practically growled. "What do you have to say for yourself, Xander?"

Xander gaped at the angry blond boy for a moment, unsure if this was real or a dream. His head whipped from side to side as he took in his surroundings, half-surprised to find himself in his parent's basement.

"Spike?" he asked once he found his voice.

"Come on," Spike grumbled, his angry whisper reverberating in the tiny, dank room. "We're going home."

Xander let himself be manhandled and pulled out the basement. It wasn't until the cool air hit him did he seem to wake from his stupor. Angrily, he planted his feet and jerked out of Spike's grasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snapped.

"Taking you home," Spike spat back.

"Oh, so now you care?" Xander snarled. "You didn't care when you came home with Angel!"

Spike glared for a moment before he laughed so loud, he startled the sable-haired boy watching him.

"That's what this is all about, pet? Angel? He's nothing, Xan. Just a guy from school."

Xander stared for a moment, still in shock at the other boy's sudden shocking change. "If he's just a guy, then why are you out with him all the time? It's like you forgot me or something."

"Didn't forget about you, pet," Spike purred as he stepped in close to Xander, nearly rubbing himself on the taller boy. "Your mine. Always mine. Don't want you over there. You belong in my bed."

Xander stared down, surprised that he could barely see any of the blue in the eyes he always loved. When he saw how dilated Spike's eyes were, he became extremely worried.

"Spike, are you alright?" he asked, reaching up to lightly stroked the sharply angled cheekbones.

"Fine, pet, fine," Spike protested, his words slightly slurred. He smiled as he turned his head, kissing each of Xander's palms in turn.

Xander's eyes slid closed as the warm lips kissed his cool hands. Slowly, he opened his eyes to glare at Spike again. "Are you sure? You're not taking anything, are you?"

Spike snorted before giggling lightly. "Maybe just a little something Angel gave me."

Xander sighed. Of course. "Angel gives you drugs," he whispered, neither a question nor a statement.

Spike giggled again, moving in even closer to the younger boy. "Yeah, he's a nice right bloke when he's not drinking. Turns into a right berk when he's pissed. Can be awful frightening, almost like a different person. But not to worry, pet. I'll introduce you and you'll see. He'll like you, no doubt. And you'll like him. You'll see. You'll see."

Xander watched as Spike drifted off, his eyes distant and his face slack. Sighing, Xander reached down to wrap Spike's arm around his shoulders. "Come on, Spike. Let's get to bed."

With a heavy sigh and a few steps, Spike laid his head on Xander's shoulder as they slowly made their way toward their house. He was nearly asleep by the time they reached the front porch. As they walked in the door, Xander smiled lightly as he saw Giles waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.

"I see he found you," the Englishman whispered.

"Yeah," Xander answered. "He found me. Did you send him or did he go looking on his own?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across the librarian's face before he answered, "I may have pointed him in the right direction."

Xander nodded slightly as Giles continued. "He was looking for, though."

"The bed wasn't warm enough?" the young boy whispered, surprised at the bitterness coloring his voice.

"Xander, don't," Giles pled. "I'm sure..."

"Yeah, Giles," Xander sighed before the older man could complete the thought. "I'm sure too. Look, it's really late and I should really be in bed. I'm assuming it's late."

"Very," Giles admitted. Xander wondered how long it took for Spike to realize he was missing.

"Good night," Xander whispered.

"Good night, pet," Spike murmured against Xander's shoulder.

The younger boy sighed, placing a soft kiss on the bleached as he led him up the stairs and to their bed.

Tbc...

Is everyone ready to meet Angel? Next chapter. *evil laugh*