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tamingthemuse prompt of "Enamored".
Title: Trapped
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #63 - Enamored
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, child abuse, overall dirty!bad!wrongness. This chapter includes an attempted rape.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,347
And, due to the LJ Boldthrough, I am sporting a new disclaimer for this fic, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_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: Trapped
Xander stood frozen, transfixed by the steely gaze of the larger boy. The chocolate eyes seemed to pierce Xander as Angel's gaze caressed every inch of the smaller boy's frame.
"I'm Angel," the taller boy introduced himself, smiling altogether too widely for Xander.
"I know," the boy snapped. "And what kind of name is Angel anyway? It's a little girly, isn't it?"
The brown eyes turned cold as the older boy's smile faded slightly. "It's a nickname, if you must know. My name is actually Liam Angelus Donnelly but I was told that I have a face of an angel, hence the name. Besides, Angel gives the promise of heaven. Would you like to know how close I can get you there?"
Xander fought the urge to laugh, wondering how far the boy actually ever got with such a corny line, but as the taller boy leaned in, Xander caught the scent of alcohol and smoke. Remembering what Spike had said about the other boy's temper and his experience with his own father gave Xander pause.
"Where's Spike?" Xander finally managed to ask instead, his voice a small squeak.
Angel stepped in even closer, his mouth turning up in wicked smirk that made Xander shudder deep inside.
"Spike's a little occupied right now," Angel practically purred as he reached up to place a large hand on the wall next to the smaller boy's head, trapping Xander in the alcove below the stairs. "He's tucked safely away with my – associate Lindsey. He's trying out some Oxy. I'd say we have a little while by ourselves to get to know each other better."
"And why would I want to do that?" Xander asked, more than a little annoyed with the hulk before him.
Angel chuckled lightly, though his eyes were hard and unforgiving.
"Well," Angel started, leaning down ever closer, "Spike and I have become close these last few weeks, in case you haven't notice. I like having him around, he's proving to be quite entertaining – when I'm not wanting to kill him, of course. There's just one problem."
"What's that?" Xander asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.
"You."
Xander shuddered under the unexpected harsh glare directed at him.
"Me?"
"Yes, boy. You."
Xander heard the scrape of fingernails on the wood next to his head as Angel's displeasure was released. As he turned to see the gouges left by the strong fingernails, Xander jumped at the brush of fingertips against his skin as Angel stroked him gently with his other hand. The contrast of anger and care frightened Xander more than he cared to think about.
"He cares for you, you know?" Angel whispered, his words hard and slightly slurred. "Enamored with you, really. Talks about you all the time. It's really annoying. He talks about how sweet and open you are, like a little puppy or something. Calls you 'pet', doesn't he? Training you up and everything so you'll do anything he asks. One night he about drove me over the edge, telling me how you writhe and beg for him and how good you taste. Think he'd mind if I check for meself?"
Xander shook his head, shocked that Spike talked about him like that, to Angel no less, but that he was here, stuck in this situation. He braced his hands on the larger boy's chest, trying to force him back as Angel leaned in to lick at Xander's straining neck.
"Mmmm," Angel purred as he pulled back just enough that his breath was ghosting over Xander's spit-slicked skin. "You are tasty, boy. Spikey shouldn't keep a delicious treat like this all to himself."
Xander pushed harder against the muscular chest in vain. Angel reached out to grip the wrists pressing against him, forcing Xander's arms above his head and pinning them there with a single, strong hand.
"Don't," Xander bit out, fear and tears coloring his voice.
"Don't what, little one?" Angel growled, a faint Irish brogue leaking out. "I know you like this. Spike told me."
Xander forced down a sob as the older boy dove back down to lick and suck at the tender, sensitive skin of his neck. Angel reached under the soft t-shirt Spike had insisted Xander wear to stroke at the soft, warm skin of Xander's chest before roughly scratching and pinching his nipples. Xander groaned and arched his back, trying to escape the exquisite torture, but Angel held him firm.
"I don't care what Spike told you," Xander panted. "I like it when he does it, not you."
"I think you're lyin' to me, Xander," Angel purred as he leaned in again, pressing a stabbing hardness against Xander's matching erection. "I think you like this just fine."
Xander started to try and protest but was stopped when Angel's hard mouth clamped over Xander's, silencing him with a kiss. Angel's tongue snaked in, forcing its way inside and taking over the younger boy's mouth, tasting and claiming him. He considered biting down on the thick muscle inside his mouth but thought better of it. He knew he was vulnerable like this and he was afraid of the larger boy's violent, drunken reprisal.
Xander yelped into the questing mouth as Angel brutally scraped his fingernails down Xander's naked chest, leaving red welts and a trail of blood in their wake. Xander gasped for air as Angel pulled back, the taller boy's chocolate eyes wild and feral.
Angel smirked at Xander, an evil smirk that made the younger boy tremble in terror. Before he could think, the older boy was at his throat again, licking and biting, pulling blood to the surface of the thin, tanned skin. As the button and zip of his jean were opened, Xander began to whimper, "Please, no. Don't, please."
A wicked chuckle was all that met his pleas as Angel reached inside the soft material to stroke at Xander's cock. Tears pricked Xander's eyes as he forced himself not to cry.
"Don't worry, boy," Angel purred after a particularly vicious bite at his neck, followed by a brutal pull on his dick. "I won't hurt you – much."
Xander cried out then, as the older boy sank his teeth into Xander's throat, drawing blood as he broke the skin. "No," he whispered over and over, praying that his begging would reach the other boy somehow.
The stroking hand then reached down farther to cup and fondle his balls and beyond until suddenly, the hands and mouth were suddenly gone. Xander opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to see Spike pulling Angel off him. He stood in shock as he watched the blond boy throw Angel to the ground before Spike fell upon him with flying fists and feet.
Xander stood frozen as Angel was pummeled by an infuriated Spike. The prone boy tried to fight back, but Spike had landed several devastating blows and Angel was wounded. It wasn't until Spike stood and began to kick Angel in the ribs with abandon that Xander realized the brown eyed boy wasn't moving.
Startled out of his stupor, Xander rushed forward, wrapping his arms around the blond boy's waist and pulling him away from the unconscious boy on the floor. Spike continued to fight, trying to get at Angel until Xander whispered in his ear, "Spike. Please take me home."
Spike froze for a moment before nodded jerkily. Without looking at Xander, Spike took his hand and dragged him away from the body. Xander let himself be pulled toward the door, gasping lightly as he saw another boy lying prone at the foot of the stairs in the same state as Angel, knowing that he had to be Lindsey.
When they reached the car, Spike pushed Xander inside without a word before jumping into the driver's seat and driving off, tires squealing and gravel flying. They drove in silence, heading toward home, the only sound in the vehicle their rough breathing.
Eventually, Spike reached over and laid his hand on Xander's trembling leg.
"You alright, pet?"
In response, Xander quietly wept.
Tbc...
tamingthemuse prompt of "Enamored".Title: Trapped
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #63 - Enamored
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, child abuse, overall dirty!bad!wrongness. This chapter includes an attempted rape.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,347
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.Xander stood frozen, transfixed by the steely gaze of the larger boy. The chocolate eyes seemed to pierce Xander as Angel's gaze caressed every inch of the smaller boy's frame.
"I'm Angel," the taller boy introduced himself, smiling altogether too widely for Xander.
"I know," the boy snapped. "And what kind of name is Angel anyway? It's a little girly, isn't it?"
The brown eyes turned cold as the older boy's smile faded slightly. "It's a nickname, if you must know. My name is actually Liam Angelus Donnelly but I was told that I have a face of an angel, hence the name. Besides, Angel gives the promise of heaven. Would you like to know how close I can get you there?"
Xander fought the urge to laugh, wondering how far the boy actually ever got with such a corny line, but as the taller boy leaned in, Xander caught the scent of alcohol and smoke. Remembering what Spike had said about the other boy's temper and his experience with his own father gave Xander pause.
"Where's Spike?" Xander finally managed to ask instead, his voice a small squeak.
Angel stepped in even closer, his mouth turning up in wicked smirk that made Xander shudder deep inside.
"Spike's a little occupied right now," Angel practically purred as he reached up to place a large hand on the wall next to the smaller boy's head, trapping Xander in the alcove below the stairs. "He's tucked safely away with my – associate Lindsey. He's trying out some Oxy. I'd say we have a little while by ourselves to get to know each other better."
"And why would I want to do that?" Xander asked, more than a little annoyed with the hulk before him.
Angel chuckled lightly, though his eyes were hard and unforgiving.
"Well," Angel started, leaning down ever closer, "Spike and I have become close these last few weeks, in case you haven't notice. I like having him around, he's proving to be quite entertaining – when I'm not wanting to kill him, of course. There's just one problem."
"What's that?" Xander asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.
"You."
Xander shuddered under the unexpected harsh glare directed at him.
"Me?"
"Yes, boy. You."
Xander heard the scrape of fingernails on the wood next to his head as Angel's displeasure was released. As he turned to see the gouges left by the strong fingernails, Xander jumped at the brush of fingertips against his skin as Angel stroked him gently with his other hand. The contrast of anger and care frightened Xander more than he cared to think about.
"He cares for you, you know?" Angel whispered, his words hard and slightly slurred. "Enamored with you, really. Talks about you all the time. It's really annoying. He talks about how sweet and open you are, like a little puppy or something. Calls you 'pet', doesn't he? Training you up and everything so you'll do anything he asks. One night he about drove me over the edge, telling me how you writhe and beg for him and how good you taste. Think he'd mind if I check for meself?"
Xander shook his head, shocked that Spike talked about him like that, to Angel no less, but that he was here, stuck in this situation. He braced his hands on the larger boy's chest, trying to force him back as Angel leaned in to lick at Xander's straining neck.
"Mmmm," Angel purred as he pulled back just enough that his breath was ghosting over Xander's spit-slicked skin. "You are tasty, boy. Spikey shouldn't keep a delicious treat like this all to himself."
Xander pushed harder against the muscular chest in vain. Angel reached out to grip the wrists pressing against him, forcing Xander's arms above his head and pinning them there with a single, strong hand.
"Don't," Xander bit out, fear and tears coloring his voice.
"Don't what, little one?" Angel growled, a faint Irish brogue leaking out. "I know you like this. Spike told me."
Xander forced down a sob as the older boy dove back down to lick and suck at the tender, sensitive skin of his neck. Angel reached under the soft t-shirt Spike had insisted Xander wear to stroke at the soft, warm skin of Xander's chest before roughly scratching and pinching his nipples. Xander groaned and arched his back, trying to escape the exquisite torture, but Angel held him firm.
"I don't care what Spike told you," Xander panted. "I like it when he does it, not you."
"I think you're lyin' to me, Xander," Angel purred as he leaned in again, pressing a stabbing hardness against Xander's matching erection. "I think you like this just fine."
Xander started to try and protest but was stopped when Angel's hard mouth clamped over Xander's, silencing him with a kiss. Angel's tongue snaked in, forcing its way inside and taking over the younger boy's mouth, tasting and claiming him. He considered biting down on the thick muscle inside his mouth but thought better of it. He knew he was vulnerable like this and he was afraid of the larger boy's violent, drunken reprisal.
Xander yelped into the questing mouth as Angel brutally scraped his fingernails down Xander's naked chest, leaving red welts and a trail of blood in their wake. Xander gasped for air as Angel pulled back, the taller boy's chocolate eyes wild and feral.
Angel smirked at Xander, an evil smirk that made the younger boy tremble in terror. Before he could think, the older boy was at his throat again, licking and biting, pulling blood to the surface of the thin, tanned skin. As the button and zip of his jean were opened, Xander began to whimper, "Please, no. Don't, please."
A wicked chuckle was all that met his pleas as Angel reached inside the soft material to stroke at Xander's cock. Tears pricked Xander's eyes as he forced himself not to cry.
"Don't worry, boy," Angel purred after a particularly vicious bite at his neck, followed by a brutal pull on his dick. "I won't hurt you – much."
Xander cried out then, as the older boy sank his teeth into Xander's throat, drawing blood as he broke the skin. "No," he whispered over and over, praying that his begging would reach the other boy somehow.
The stroking hand then reached down farther to cup and fondle his balls and beyond until suddenly, the hands and mouth were suddenly gone. Xander opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to see Spike pulling Angel off him. He stood in shock as he watched the blond boy throw Angel to the ground before Spike fell upon him with flying fists and feet.
Xander stood frozen as Angel was pummeled by an infuriated Spike. The prone boy tried to fight back, but Spike had landed several devastating blows and Angel was wounded. It wasn't until Spike stood and began to kick Angel in the ribs with abandon that Xander realized the brown eyed boy wasn't moving.
Startled out of his stupor, Xander rushed forward, wrapping his arms around the blond boy's waist and pulling him away from the unconscious boy on the floor. Spike continued to fight, trying to get at Angel until Xander whispered in his ear, "Spike. Please take me home."
Spike froze for a moment before nodded jerkily. Without looking at Xander, Spike took his hand and dragged him away from the body. Xander let himself be pulled toward the door, gasping lightly as he saw another boy lying prone at the foot of the stairs in the same state as Angel, knowing that he had to be Lindsey.
When they reached the car, Spike pushed Xander inside without a word before jumping into the driver's seat and driving off, tires squealing and gravel flying. They drove in silence, heading toward home, the only sound in the vehicle their rough breathing.
Eventually, Spike reached over and laid his hand on Xander's trembling leg.
"You alright, pet?"
In response, Xander quietly wept.
Tbc...
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Hopefully Spike will get a clue now, but I fear it might be a little late...?
Cant wait for next part!
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Date: 2007-10-12 03:50 pm (UTC)More coming soon.
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Date: 2007-10-07 07:41 am (UTC)Very interested to see where you are going to take this!
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Date: 2007-10-12 03:51 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-10-07 08:54 am (UTC)This is all a bit worrying. Please make it better?
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Date: 2007-10-12 03:51 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2007-10-07 05:20 pm (UTC)Angel got what was coming to him. To hell with morals.
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Date: 2007-10-12 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-07 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-12 03:52 pm (UTC)*hugs*