Fic: The Boy Next Door: In the Face of Fear, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - Promise

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Promise".


Title: In the Face of Fear
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #64 - Promise
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: 852
Author's Note: A shorter chapter this week but it was all I could get out with the show going on. *g*

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: In the Face of Fear


Spike sped the rest of the way home, terror seeping in through the haze of the Oxy buzz he was riding. He was suddenly very happy for the lack of decent law enforcement in Sunnydale. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over with Xander bawling in the front seat, especially now that he could make out the blood seeping through the front of Xander's shirt.

Rage flared inside Spike's chest, hot and harsh. He hated Angel for hurting the boy, but he was more disgusted with himself for letting everything get so out of control. The ride seemed to take forever, but finally he pulled the car into the drive, the brakes squealing as they screeched to a halt.

Spike threw open his door before reaching over and pulling the resisting boy out of his own door instead of bothering to get Xander out on his own side. Supporting the taller boy's body weight, Spike crashed through the front door, nearly stumbling as Xander tripped on the rug in the entryway.

A startled gasp drew his attention and Spike looked up to see two pairs of very disappointed eyes watching him.

"What the hell happened?" Giles shrieked, his voice rising in panic.

"I can explain," Spike answered quietly.

"You'd better," Ethan drawled, low and dangerous.

Spike cleared his throat nervously, knowing the two men were as close to violence as they'd ever been.

"I will," Spike started, "But not right now."

The men glared at him, the threat clear, but Xander's quiet sob made Spike push forward.

"I need to take care of Xander and I need your help."

Ethan and Giles remained silent, waiting for Spike to explain.

"There was some trouble tonight."

Ethan snorted indignantly as Giles rolled his eyes.

"The bloke I was hanging with, Angel? He got a bit rough with the boy tonight and I might have lost my temper."

When the two older men started forward, Spike held them off with single upturned palm.

"He's my responsibility and I'll take care of him. I need you to go over to Angel's place and make sure that they are ok?"

"They?" Ethan asked. "What did you do, William?"

Spike ducked his head before whispering, "I beat up Angel and his mate, Lindsey. Neither of them was moving when I left, although I'm pretty sure that Lindsey was still breathing."

"William," Giles sighed, his voice colored with disappointment.

"Please," Spike begged, his eyes pleaded with the other Englishmen.

Ethan turned to Giles before the lovers left without another word.

Spike quickly maneuvered the still sobbing boy up the stairs and into their room. Gently, he pulled down the bedclothes before settling Xander on the bed. Methodically, he removed the younger boy's shoes and socks before standing to pull the bloodied t-shirt over his head.

Xander gasped lightly as the cotton pulled at the dried blood of the raw scratches. Spike winced in sympathy before pushing lightly on Xander's shoulders, urging the boy to lie down. Once the sable colored head was resting on the soft pillow, Spike set to work on removing his jeans.

Staring down at his boy in just his boxers, Spike felt the rising desire to strip him naked and ravish the body he loved so much, but he knew that was the last thing Xander needed. Instead, Spike stripped down to his tight black jeans before sliding into the bed and pulling the covers over the both of them.

He tried to pull the boy in close but Xander resisted with a jerk of his shoulders and a shake of his head.

Spike shushed him, gently rubbing his hands over the boy's exposed chest. Xander flinched lightly when Spike's fingertips brushed over the scratch marks. Gently, Spike propped himself up on his elbow before leaning down to lightly lick the ragged, red marks.

Xander gasped and tried to twist out of the way, but Spike gripped Xander's hip firmly, pressing him down into the mattress. Eventually, Xander acquiesced and sagged bonelessly against the soft fabric. Spike stroked the angry marks with his tongue, removing all traces of blood, trying to soothe the boy he'd hurt so much.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered after licking a long stripe along Xander's side. "I never wanted to hurt you. I never thought Angel would do such a thing. I'll never let anyone touch you again. I promise. I promise you, Xander. Nothing will happen to you ever again, I promise."

He continued to lick and stroke and whisper his promises and devotion until the boy's sobs tapered off and Spike finally recognized the steady, even breathing that signaled Xander had fallen asleep.

But Spike knew sleep would be elusive for him. He had a lot to dwell on, most importantly; he had to figure out how to keep his promises to his boy.

Tbc...