Fic: The Boy Next Door: Fell Over the Crowd, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - Hush

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Hush".


Title: Fell Over the Crowd
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: Hush
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: 960

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: Fell Over the Crowd


Silence reigned in the car the entire trip back to Sunnydale. The radio played softly while the hum of the engine threatened to lull Xander to sleep. But he did not let sleep take him. He fought against it as the thoughts swam through his brain, confusing and overwhelming.

Ethan tried, on several occasions, to say something, but nothing ever came out. He made a few odd sounds and started off with several, "Yes, well" and "Certainly"s, but that was always as far as he got before it was silent once again.

Back in Sunnydale, the three men entered the house in silence, each going their own way. Xander found Giles in the kitchen as Ethan and Spike made their way up the stairs. Quickly and quietly, Xander told the story to the librarian, who listened without saying a word.

Giles nodded frequently, as he listened, as if he wasn't surprised by the offer Ethan and Spike offered or by Xander's reaction. He waited until the young man was finished with his story before offering a few words of advice.

"Xander," he assured quietly, "It's a difficult decision to make. I've been there, I've lived that life. It's very – tempting. It's seductive and shiny. I made a lot of money and lived a fantastic lifestyle. I also lost a lot of friends and ran for my life more than once. I went to jail on several occasions and did deplorable things. I must warn you that it is very addicting. The next con, the next big break is always just around the corner. And even though I know it is wrong, I still can't keep away from it. Somehow, Ethan always pulls me back."

Xander shifted in his seat as he heard the older man's voice crack. The hint of tears was enough to make the younger boy feel weak.

"It is a decision that you only must make, Xander. Think long and hard about this. Use your head and not your heart. I do not envy you."

With a gentle kiss on the top of his head, Giles left the young man alone, staring at the table and his fingers clenched so tightly the knuckles were bone white. Finally, after too many minutes to count, Xander stood and marched up the stairs. He slipped in the room he shared with Spike to see the older boy in only a towel, fresh from the shower. Blue eyes sparkled at him as Spike gave a timid smile and ducking his head slightly. Xander watched as several large drops formed at the ends of the platinum curls before falling to the floor.

Maybe a shower was just what he needed.

Returning the smile, Xander grabbed some clothes before heading to the bathroom. The spray of hot water was relaxing and the boy let his thoughts drift as he ran the sudsy cloth over his skin.

He hated the thought of hurting people, but Ethan and Spike never really seemed to be hurting anyone. They'd even helped people like Dr. Tam and his crazy sister. Xander smiled thinking about the pretty, strange girl. He hoped she would be alright and that Ethan and Simon had rescued her in time. Could he do something like that? Do something against the law? He supposed that if it was to help someone, he could. But where would he draw the line? When does it stop being about helping someone else and helping yourself?

Xander sighed as he ducked his head under the spray and began to wash his sweaty locks. The evening of dancing and drinking – alcoholic or not – seemed so very far away now. He had enjoyed himself, and hadn't he got into the club because of Spike? The fake ID didn't hurt anyone even if it was illegal. Was that so very bad?

Besides, it was pretty cool to be on a certain side of the law if you looked at Ethan and Spike. Ethan was charming and fun to be around, even if he was way too old for Xander, the young man could appreciate what his appeal was. And Spike was the personification of cool with his blond punk hair and the leather jacket and the miles of attitude.

Decision made, Xander shut off the shower before stepping out and quickly toweling off. He brushed his hair and his teeth before slipping into the clothes he had brought with him. Checking his image in the mirror, Xander smiled and hoped he was presentable enough to be accepted in this new, exciting life style.

He checked the bedroom first and when he found it empty, he bounded down the stairs to look for Spike. Noticing the light in the kitchen, the young man bounced into the room, disrupting the hush that fell over the men assembled there by announcing, "I'll do it!"

The three Englishmen turned to look at him, looks of confusion and amusement on their faces.

"Do what?" Spike asked.

Peering over their shoulders, Xander was shocked to see Spike marking a catalog of classes for the next semester at UC Sunnydale. He was obviously looking at a full schedule of literature and teaching classes. Shocked, Xander looked into sparkling blue eyes before turning to see Ethan reviewing the legal terms on a long term lease for the shop downtown. Stepping over toward the librarian, the young man saw he had a lease as well.

"Are you moving, Giles?" he asked.

"Yeah," the older man replied. "I need to see if I can get out of my lease at the apartment if I'm going to move in here."

"You're moving in here?"

"How else are we going to be a family?" Ethan asked.

Tbc...

Comments

[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

Xander's a little late to the scene. Hee. I look forward to the "family" they create.