Fic: The Boy Next Door: Behind the Velvet Rope, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - Rope

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Rope".


Title: Behind the Velvet Rope
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: Rope
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: 1,447

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: Behind the Velvet Rope


Xander sighed as he shifted nervously from foot to foot. He pulled the tight, stretchy material away from his belly as he grimaced in embarrassment.

"What's the matter, Pet?" Spike purred in his ear, pressing firmly against Xander's back from behind. "Stop squirming. You look fine."

Xander couldn't help the snort that escaped before Spike playfully smacked him on the back of the head. "It's too tight, Spike," the younger boy whined.

"It's not," the blond boy responded, holding the tight body close to him. "You look amazing, pet. Picked the clothes myself, you know. Figured since Da was coming to LA, we might as well come with and have a night out. I want to show you off."

"But Spike," the nervous boy whispered as they moved closer to the front of the line, "I'm not even 18. There's no way they're going to let me in there."

"Not to worry, Luv. Spike's got ya' covered."

Xander just shook his head as the older boy held him even closer. Running his fingers over the soft, fuzzy ropes delineating the way to the entrance, the younger boy laughed lightly.

"What's so funny, pet?"

"Are these ropes really velvet or do they just say that so you'll feel more important?"

Spike chuckled lightly as he smiled into Xander's neck. "Does it really matter, Xander? They're soft and pretty and if they make you feel important, then all the better, yeah? Now queue up."

The sable-colored hair shook as Xander tried to figure out the Spike-speak until they were standing before a rather large and intimidating looking tall bald man with a menacing glower and chocolate colored skin. The younger boy swallowed hard as he waited for the bouncer to speak.

"Billy-boy!" the tall man crowed. "Long time no see. How are you, Blondie?"

Xander watched in awe as the two men embraced, laughing and thumping each other on the back heartily. They pulled back and smiled at each other for a moment before Spike reached back and pulled Xander forward, holding him close.

"Gunn, this is Xander."

"The latest?" Gunn asked, a single eyebrow rising upward.

"The only," Spike declared, a wide smile splitting his face.

Xander returned the smile before turning toward the gaping bouncer. The tall man smiled before clapping Spike hard on the shoulder.

"Keep ahold of this one, ok? Now are you going in or what?"

"Thanks, Charlie," Spike said as he thrust out two cards that Gunn took a cursory glance at before unhooking the rope keeping the line out of the club.

"Enjoy."

As they stepped inside, Xander reached over and pulled the ID out of Spike's hand. Once his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he gaped at the information on the small card. "This is me…but not."

Spike chuckled. "It's the picture from your school ID card. I just had them adjust the birthday so you seem of age. No big deal."

"No big deal?!" Xander practically shrieked. "I could get in some real trouble here."

"No you can't," Spike explained as he tucked away the cards and pulled Xander into the club. "I have it and Gunn won't say anything."

"Let me guess, you and Ethan helped him out once and he's grateful to you."

Spike chuckled lightly. "His sister, actually."

Xander shook his head in amusement. "What are you guys? Some sort of superheroes and this is your secret identity?"

Spike just smiled and grabbed Xander's hand before dragging him into the loud club. When they breeched the inner chamber, the younger boy felt assaulted by the heat, noise and smell of sweat. He'd never been to an actual club before. Sure, he'd been to The Bronze, but that was a teen-friendly club with stamps and a midnight curfew, so he figured it count.

He was dragged over to a table where he was pushed down into wooden chair before Spike flopped into the seat next to him. In no time, a young waitress sidled up to the table and smiled down at them.

"Guinness for me and a Wavebender for him," Spike ordered quickly.

Before Xander could stop her, the waitress was gone and the younger boy looked at Spike in shock. "What did you do?" he gasped.

"Ordered us something to drink."

Xander sighed heavily, glaring at the blond boy next to him. "I’m not old enough to drink."

"You'll be fine with this one, trust me."

The young girl came back with their drinks, which Spike prompted paid for, and left with a smile and a big tip. Xander took a tentative sip as Spike took a long pull from his large glass. Smiling, the younger boy declared the drink not half bad. He finished the remainder of his drink just as Spike emptied his own glass. The music was so loud he could feel the bass thumping in his chest. He gasped in horror as Spike grabbed his hand and began to drag him out onto the dance floor.

"What's the matter, pet?" Spike asked, shouting in younger boy's ear.

"I-I-I don't dance," Xander yelled back.

Spike just looked at Xander with a smirk full of evil promise before continuing out toward the middle of the dance floor.

"Don't you think people will think it's weird, you know, the two of us dancing together?"

"Do you really think anyone cares?" the older boy asked as he gazed around them. Xander looked around and saw the menagerie of dancers surrounding them. There were all kinds of couples; men dancing with men, women dancing with men and several groups of women huddled together having way too much fun. Laughing, Xander decided maybe nobody would really care if they danced together after all.

They began to move, the beat pounding a heavy rhythm that had them rocking against each other. It reminded Xander of something else all together. Something they usually only did in private. He became suddenly aware that he was not in his comfortable baggy pants that could hide any indication of arousal. Spike has dressed him in an embarrassingly tight midnight blue long sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sinfully tight black denims. The combination of music and Spike and drink made Xander feel good - really good - and it was becoming obvious.

Pulling Spike even closer, Xander shouted in his ear, "Can we sit for a bit?"

Spike answered by pulling the boy off the dance floor and back toward their table. With a wave of his hand, the waitress was back with another round of drinks. Xander really didn't think he should have any more, but he was thirsty and it had tasted good, so he sipped at the sweet concoction, trying to take it slow.

Soon, their glasses were empty and they were back on the dance floor. They moved in time with the beat, smiling and laughing at each other. Occasionally, another man or woman would wander over, trying to insinuate themselves between the two boys, but they always found their way back to each other, gravitating toward their love.

Time and again they returned to their table for a drink, each of them drinking a bottle of water now and then instead of their drinks. They were sweaty and horny and happier than they had been in a long time.

Xander swayed wildly on his chair before leaning heavily on Spike. "I'm having a great time, Spike. You sure do now how to show a boy a good time. How long are we staying?" he asked, a goofy smile on his face.

"We're waiting for Da to get here," Spike explained. "He had to go and meet with Dr. Tam and then we are going to introduce you to the family business."

Xander leaned back and looked at Spike in shock. "Antiques?"

The older boy laughed. "No, the other family business. We'll explain later."

"Ok," Xander slurred, giggling lightly.

"Are you feeling alright, Pet?" Spike asked, concern coloring his voice.

"I think I'm a little drunk."

The blond boy laughed so hard several people stopped to look at him.

"What?"

"There's no alcohol in that drink, Xan."

Xander gaped, his face frozen in shock. "There's not?"

"Nope. I wanted you to have a good time but I didn't want you get sick or not remember anything."

"Well, I feel stupid," Xander complained, dropping his forehead to the table to hide his face.

"Don't," Spike answered simply, kissing the top of the sable-colored head. "Da's here. Time to go."

The two boys clasped hands and wove their way through the throngs of dancers toward the doorway where Ethan was waiting patiently.

Tbc...

Btw, for anyone who is curious, a Wavebender is orange juice, lemon juice, grenadine syrup and ginger ale. It looks pretty and is quite tasty. *g*