Fic: The Boy Next Door: Hello Little Boy, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - Solitary Confinment

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Solitary Confinment".


Title: Hello Little Boy
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #62 - Solitary Confinment
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: 894
Author's Note: A shorter chapter again. So sorry but it was all I got. *g*
AN 2: Title taking from the song "Hello Little Girl" from Into The Woods, my current obsession.
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: Hello Little Boy


The week had been long for Xander. He had spent many hours waiting for Spike in the library before Giles sent him on his way to Ethan's shop. Xander enjoyed spending time with the older Englishman in his antique shop, although he missed his Spike. But Ethan smiled and teased the young boy as he tutored him in history and helped him compose this English essay and the attention made the boy feel warm all over.

Well, maybe not all over. Although Xander had no trouble imagining Spike naked in all sorts of situations, the thought of this replacement father figure as anything more than that gave Xander a major wiggins.

But the attention was still nice.

Ethan seemed to know when Xander was struggling, stopping over the boy's shoulder to point out a grammatical error or indicate which passages Xander should be concentrating on. The warm fingers that carded through his sable-colored curls and scratched his scalp in a way that was comforting and stimulating gave him some sort of peace.

Giles and Ethan did their best to keep Xander occupied when Spike was not at home. He appreciated the effort but he still missed Spike.

Not that Spike wasn't attentive – when he was around. Xander felt practically smothered by the blond boy when he was home. Spike often held the younger boy close, kissing and snuggling the boy every chance he got. Often, Spike's action made Xander feel uncomfortable in front of the older men.

Whenever Xander pulled away from his affections, Spike became indignant, shouting or pouting until the younger boy gave in and let him do what he wanted in the first place.

By Friday night, Xander had had enough.

"Look, Spike," Sander practically growled as the blond boy nuzzled below his left ear in the middle of the living room. "I understand that you want snuggly time and miss me and everything, but would you mind not molesting me in front of your dad? And please, could you make up your mind and decide if you want to be completely indifferent to me or insanely possessive, because not knowing which Spike is showing up is driving me crazy."

The older boy simply chuckled as he pushed away, smirking at Xander as he swaggered up the stairs.

"Always possessive of you, pet. You are mine, you know?"

Xander just sighed as he watched the man he loved walk away.

"Coming, pet?" Spike called without turning around. "We gotta get you dressed for the party."

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The party had been a disaster. Xander hated being in the center of a crowd that he didn't know. Everyone there was in college and being a high school student made Xander stand out like a sore thumb. He tried to hide in a quiet corner of the living room, slowly nursing the beer Spike had handed him when they first entered.

Not that Xander didn't have any interesting visitors. He met more than a few. A boy named Oz approached him first, asking him if he was Spike's Xander. That set the young boy's nerves on end, the knowledge that someone knew who he was without Xander having any clue who was talking to him. Oz had been laconic, making the younger boy compensate be rambling about nothing worth, but he made Xander smile, so that was of the good.

Then this goth chic named Drusilla came over, scaring the living shit out of the young boy. Dru, as she liked to call herself, in the third person no less, rambled more than Xander, crooning over the moon and stars, calling Xander "kitten" and "poppet". She seemed a little crazy but she hit the mark more than once, telling Xander he was empty inside and needed to be filled. When she asked if she could crawl inside him to fill his hole, Xander decided it was time to find a new hiding place.

The kitchen seemed an innocuous place to Xander, but a Catholic school-girl wanna-be named Darla trapped him in a corner, telling him how tasty he looked. Xander was smart enough to feign the need to vomit to escape the awkward situation.

Finally, Xander found a nice quiet hiding place beneath the stairs. It was dark enough that it was hard for the people at the party to see him but he could see everyone else, everyone but Spike. He consigned himself to solitary confinement, afraid to venture out and running into anyone else who might scare the crap out of him.

The party slowly began to wind down and Xander watched as people began to leave. All he wanted to do was find Spike and go home, glad that he never ran into Angel.

As if the thought of him conjured the man himself, the tall, unnaturally good-looking man appeared before Xander, smirking down at him in a way that made the young boy tremble inside.

"Xander," the chocolate eyed man purred as he stalked closer, blocking the boy's escape with his large, solid body. "I think it's time we got to know each other."

Tbc...