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tamingthemuseThis is a sequel to Lost Boys and a prequel to Poker Night and Daddy's Boys.
Title: Broken Toys
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Prompt: #12 - Semper Fidelis
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: None. All human AU.
Warnings: Child abuse, incest, underage.
Word Count: 1,860
Broken Toys
Spike sighed at the feeling of the warm, wet lips pressing against his own. The taste of cheap cigarettes and even cheaper alcohol assaulted him as the strong tongue snaked out to lick the seam of lips, which he obediently opened.
He loved these moments, when he was a little high and more than a little buzzed and he felt safe and warm in the arms of his friend.
Penn was a dick most of time, but he was Spike's best friend and he never asked questions about Spike's home life like some of his old friends. The friends that saw too much but never understood. The friends that turned a blind eye to the truth right in front of them. The friends that rarely talked to him anymore.
His old friends missed William. They didn't want him to change. But he had changed.
Everything had changed.
They didn't like Spike.
But Penn liked Spike. He liked Spike's torn clothes barely held together by safety pins. He liked Spike's screamingly white, spiky bleached hair. He liked Spike's eyebrow ring and lip ring. He liked Spike's smudged black eyeliner and shiny lip gloss. But mostly, he liked spending time with Spike, whether they were smoking or drinking or making out. Whatever they did, they didn't talk and that was fine with Spike.
The blond boy sighed and melted into the soft warmth of his friend. Penn liked to kiss and touch and never pushed too far after the one time Spike freaked out when the older boy tried to slip his hand beneath the waistband of Spike's tight jeans. Spike liked the distraction, the feeling of floating in another world, forgetting the rest of his life.
The only other time he felt like this was the nights when his father was so drunk he went to bed as soon as he got home and Xander would sneak into his room. He would pretend to be asleep while his brother slipped beneath the soft covers of William's bed, curling into his arms. Spike loved the way his brother felt in his arms, the way the warm skin felt pressed against his own, knowing that there, in his room together; they were safe, safe from their father.
Spike's eyes suddenly flew open in shock and dismay. He pushed Penn away, looking around frantically. "What time is it?"
"Jesus, Spike!" Penn cursed. "Switch gears, why don't you?"
"Just tell me what fucking time it is!!"
Penn shook his head at the frantic boy and pulled out his cell phone. "It's only a quarter after ten. Chill out, it's not that late."
But Spike was late. Over an hour late and he knew this could be very bad.
"I'm sorry," Spike muttered as he untangled himself from the mass of limbs he and Penn had become. He rushed out the door, ignoring the slew of obscenities being hurled at his back as he raced out of the room and out of the house.
Racing through town on his motorcycle, Spike cursed himself for losing track of time. He hoped that Xander had stayed for dinner at Jesse's house, or his father had stayed late at the bar. He prayed that his father would be in a good mood or that Xander wouldn't do anything to provoke him.
But he knew that wasn't going to happen. They didn't need to do anything to provoke the man they called father anymore. And the way the eldest Harris insulted Spike's appearance at every turn while stroking Xander's curly mop and telling the youngest boy how much he looked like his mother was really starting to unnerve Spike.
As he raced down the street toward his house, Spike cringed as he saw his father's car parked crooked in the drive. His father was home and he'd been drinking. Jumping off the bike, Spike raced into the house, noticing the only light visible from outside was the one illuminating Tony Harris' bedroom.
Downstairs, the house was quiet. The silence chilled him to the bone.
Slowly, he began to make his way up the stairs. He could hear the soft sounds of whispered words and quiet whimpers. He begged the universe to tell him this wasn’t happening, even though he knew better. This very thing had happened to him more times than he could count.
Finally reaching the bedroom, Spike peaked in through the door of his father's room, hoping to see through the small opening. His heart froze at the scene before him.
Xander lay across the large bed, his body bare with his shirt wrapped tightly around his wrists and his pants and boxer enslaving his ankles, holding him captive for their father's desires. Tony Harris lay over the top of him, his body completely bare as the larger man held the boy's fabric wrapped wrists captive while he licked and bit at his son's tender back.
Spike watched in horror as his father reached down and tried to position his half hard cock to his youngest child's virgin hole. The blond boy thanked whatever being was watching over broken boys that day since his father had apparently had too much to drink and though he tried, he couldn't penetrate Spike's baby brother.
But he was going to try.
As Spike stood in silence and horror, he stared at the "Semper Fi" tattoo on his father back that rippled and waved as the man rolled and thrust his hips, trying to satiate his need with his child's body. He'd gotten the mark when he was in the Marines. "Always faithful, ever loyal" is what his father had told him it meant. But he was never that. Faithfulness and loyalty meant nothing to Tony Harris when it came to his children.
The very idea made Spike wanted to laugh.
One brutal thrust pressed the nearly hard flesh too harshly against the young boy and Spike flinched as Xander yelped and began to squirm. As the sable-haired boy began to beg his father to stop, don't, please, Tony Harris simply laughed.
"Hush now, boy," the drunken man chuckled darkly. "You just need to learn your place."
Spike stood trembling, fists clenched at his sides at the tone of his father's voice. Then, without warning, Tony Harris leaned down and bit into the tender flesh just beneath Xander's right shoulder blade. Shocked and in pain, Xander cried out, arching his back and fighting the large weight on top of him.
White rage filled Spike and, despite his own survival instinct, he darted into the room, charging at his father. Catching him off guard, Spike knocked the larger man off the crying boy beneath him and onto the floor. The blond boy fell on the shocked man, his fists flying, although he couldn't tell how many punches he landed through the veil of tears.
Spike finally stopped, whether it was ten seconds or ten minutes later, he didn't know. All he knew was that his father was unconscious beneath him, passed out either from the drink or the blows was anyone's guess. Once he got his breathing under control, Spike heard a quiet whimpering coming from the other side of the room.
Slowly, Spike crawled off the prone form and made his way toward his brother on hand and knee. Finally, he found Xander curled in a ball just beyond the bed. The younger boy flinched as Spike reached out to comfort him.
"Shh," he whispered, trying to calm the trembling boy. Xander looked at him, in shock and fear. Suddenly, the hazel eyes seemed to focus before Xander collapsed in tears.
Spike cooed and crooned to the weeping boy as he untangled the raw wrists from the t-shirt and removed the pants from Xander's bound legs. As gently as possible, Spike picked his brother up and carried the shaking boy to the bathroom. Never letting Xander leave the circle of his arms, Spike turned on the shower before depositing the boy beneath the spray. Once he was sure Xander could stand on his own, Spike stripped himself before joining his brother in the shower.
Using gentle hands, Spike quickly cleaned the sweat and stink of alcohol from the younger boy's body, inspecting it for signs of their father's abuse. He frowned when he found several bite marks to match the one he witnessed; the last angry and red where teeth had broken skin. Xander flinched and hissed as the marks were cleaned.
Spike was washing one particularly nasty mark when Xander whispered, "How am I going to change for gym on Monday?"
The blond boy turned Xander to face him. "You just be late. Wait for everyone to leave and then change, 'k?"
"But Jesse always waits for me. If he sees those, he'll ask. I know he will."
"Just be really late," Spike instructed, lightly stroking Xander's wet cheek. "You can do that, can't you? You're good at being late."
"So are you," Xander whispered, nearly too quiet to be heard.
Spike froze, his heart in his throat. "I'm sorry," he choked.
Xander's hazel eyes looked up into Spike's own azure orbs. He must have seen what he was looking for because he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Spike's own. The older boy sighed and leaned into the kiss, relieved and honored by his brother's forgiveness.
Several minutes later, the kiss ended and Spike turned off the flow of water before directing Xander out to stand and wait. Softly, reverently, Spike toweled the beads of moisture from his brother's skin before doing the same to himself.
Warm from the shower, Spike laid Xander in his bed before climbing in beside him. He pulled the soft, thick covers up to their chins and cuddled in as his baby brother rested his wet head on Spike's chest.
"Will?" Xander asked. He was so used to be called Spike, hearing the name only his brother used made him feel special. Smiling into the damp sable hair, Will answered, "Yeah?"
"That's what he's been doing to you, huh? That's what you've been trying to protect me from, isn't it?"
Will thought hard for a long time, trying to think of what to say to that. Finally, he settled on the truth. "Yeah, Xan. That's what I've been trying to protect you from. I'm sorry I couldn't. I'm sorry it happened."
Xander lifted his head and smiled at his brother. "I know. You've been so good to take all that for me. I know you wouldn't let him hurt me, if you could."
Will lifted his hand, letting his finger trace the younger boy's features before settling them, tangled in the thick, dark mane of Xander's hair.
"I swear, I'll never let him touch you again," Will vowed.
"I swear, I'll never let him touch you again," Xander repeated.
They sealed their agreement with a kiss, although they both knew it was a lie. To their father, they were no longer his sons, only toys to be broken to his will.
But they would make it through this all, because to each other and only each other, they were always faithful, forever true.
~~~~The End~~~~
Title: Broken Toys
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Prompt: #12 - Semper Fidelis
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: None. All human AU.
Warnings: Child abuse, incest, underage.
Word Count: 1,860
Spike sighed at the feeling of the warm, wet lips pressing against his own. The taste of cheap cigarettes and even cheaper alcohol assaulted him as the strong tongue snaked out to lick the seam of lips, which he obediently opened.
He loved these moments, when he was a little high and more than a little buzzed and he felt safe and warm in the arms of his friend.
Penn was a dick most of time, but he was Spike's best friend and he never asked questions about Spike's home life like some of his old friends. The friends that saw too much but never understood. The friends that turned a blind eye to the truth right in front of them. The friends that rarely talked to him anymore.
His old friends missed William. They didn't want him to change. But he had changed.
Everything had changed.
They didn't like Spike.
But Penn liked Spike. He liked Spike's torn clothes barely held together by safety pins. He liked Spike's screamingly white, spiky bleached hair. He liked Spike's eyebrow ring and lip ring. He liked Spike's smudged black eyeliner and shiny lip gloss. But mostly, he liked spending time with Spike, whether they were smoking or drinking or making out. Whatever they did, they didn't talk and that was fine with Spike.
The blond boy sighed and melted into the soft warmth of his friend. Penn liked to kiss and touch and never pushed too far after the one time Spike freaked out when the older boy tried to slip his hand beneath the waistband of Spike's tight jeans. Spike liked the distraction, the feeling of floating in another world, forgetting the rest of his life.
The only other time he felt like this was the nights when his father was so drunk he went to bed as soon as he got home and Xander would sneak into his room. He would pretend to be asleep while his brother slipped beneath the soft covers of William's bed, curling into his arms. Spike loved the way his brother felt in his arms, the way the warm skin felt pressed against his own, knowing that there, in his room together; they were safe, safe from their father.
Spike's eyes suddenly flew open in shock and dismay. He pushed Penn away, looking around frantically. "What time is it?"
"Jesus, Spike!" Penn cursed. "Switch gears, why don't you?"
"Just tell me what fucking time it is!!"
Penn shook his head at the frantic boy and pulled out his cell phone. "It's only a quarter after ten. Chill out, it's not that late."
But Spike was late. Over an hour late and he knew this could be very bad.
"I'm sorry," Spike muttered as he untangled himself from the mass of limbs he and Penn had become. He rushed out the door, ignoring the slew of obscenities being hurled at his back as he raced out of the room and out of the house.
Racing through town on his motorcycle, Spike cursed himself for losing track of time. He hoped that Xander had stayed for dinner at Jesse's house, or his father had stayed late at the bar. He prayed that his father would be in a good mood or that Xander wouldn't do anything to provoke him.
But he knew that wasn't going to happen. They didn't need to do anything to provoke the man they called father anymore. And the way the eldest Harris insulted Spike's appearance at every turn while stroking Xander's curly mop and telling the youngest boy how much he looked like his mother was really starting to unnerve Spike.
As he raced down the street toward his house, Spike cringed as he saw his father's car parked crooked in the drive. His father was home and he'd been drinking. Jumping off the bike, Spike raced into the house, noticing the only light visible from outside was the one illuminating Tony Harris' bedroom.
Downstairs, the house was quiet. The silence chilled him to the bone.
Slowly, he began to make his way up the stairs. He could hear the soft sounds of whispered words and quiet whimpers. He begged the universe to tell him this wasn’t happening, even though he knew better. This very thing had happened to him more times than he could count.
Finally reaching the bedroom, Spike peaked in through the door of his father's room, hoping to see through the small opening. His heart froze at the scene before him.
Xander lay across the large bed, his body bare with his shirt wrapped tightly around his wrists and his pants and boxer enslaving his ankles, holding him captive for their father's desires. Tony Harris lay over the top of him, his body completely bare as the larger man held the boy's fabric wrapped wrists captive while he licked and bit at his son's tender back.
Spike watched in horror as his father reached down and tried to position his half hard cock to his youngest child's virgin hole. The blond boy thanked whatever being was watching over broken boys that day since his father had apparently had too much to drink and though he tried, he couldn't penetrate Spike's baby brother.
But he was going to try.
As Spike stood in silence and horror, he stared at the "Semper Fi" tattoo on his father back that rippled and waved as the man rolled and thrust his hips, trying to satiate his need with his child's body. He'd gotten the mark when he was in the Marines. "Always faithful, ever loyal" is what his father had told him it meant. But he was never that. Faithfulness and loyalty meant nothing to Tony Harris when it came to his children.
The very idea made Spike wanted to laugh.
One brutal thrust pressed the nearly hard flesh too harshly against the young boy and Spike flinched as Xander yelped and began to squirm. As the sable-haired boy began to beg his father to stop, don't, please, Tony Harris simply laughed.
"Hush now, boy," the drunken man chuckled darkly. "You just need to learn your place."
Spike stood trembling, fists clenched at his sides at the tone of his father's voice. Then, without warning, Tony Harris leaned down and bit into the tender flesh just beneath Xander's right shoulder blade. Shocked and in pain, Xander cried out, arching his back and fighting the large weight on top of him.
White rage filled Spike and, despite his own survival instinct, he darted into the room, charging at his father. Catching him off guard, Spike knocked the larger man off the crying boy beneath him and onto the floor. The blond boy fell on the shocked man, his fists flying, although he couldn't tell how many punches he landed through the veil of tears.
Spike finally stopped, whether it was ten seconds or ten minutes later, he didn't know. All he knew was that his father was unconscious beneath him, passed out either from the drink or the blows was anyone's guess. Once he got his breathing under control, Spike heard a quiet whimpering coming from the other side of the room.
Slowly, Spike crawled off the prone form and made his way toward his brother on hand and knee. Finally, he found Xander curled in a ball just beyond the bed. The younger boy flinched as Spike reached out to comfort him.
"Shh," he whispered, trying to calm the trembling boy. Xander looked at him, in shock and fear. Suddenly, the hazel eyes seemed to focus before Xander collapsed in tears.
Spike cooed and crooned to the weeping boy as he untangled the raw wrists from the t-shirt and removed the pants from Xander's bound legs. As gently as possible, Spike picked his brother up and carried the shaking boy to the bathroom. Never letting Xander leave the circle of his arms, Spike turned on the shower before depositing the boy beneath the spray. Once he was sure Xander could stand on his own, Spike stripped himself before joining his brother in the shower.
Using gentle hands, Spike quickly cleaned the sweat and stink of alcohol from the younger boy's body, inspecting it for signs of their father's abuse. He frowned when he found several bite marks to match the one he witnessed; the last angry and red where teeth had broken skin. Xander flinched and hissed as the marks were cleaned.
Spike was washing one particularly nasty mark when Xander whispered, "How am I going to change for gym on Monday?"
The blond boy turned Xander to face him. "You just be late. Wait for everyone to leave and then change, 'k?"
"But Jesse always waits for me. If he sees those, he'll ask. I know he will."
"Just be really late," Spike instructed, lightly stroking Xander's wet cheek. "You can do that, can't you? You're good at being late."
"So are you," Xander whispered, nearly too quiet to be heard.
Spike froze, his heart in his throat. "I'm sorry," he choked.
Xander's hazel eyes looked up into Spike's own azure orbs. He must have seen what he was looking for because he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Spike's own. The older boy sighed and leaned into the kiss, relieved and honored by his brother's forgiveness.
Several minutes later, the kiss ended and Spike turned off the flow of water before directing Xander out to stand and wait. Softly, reverently, Spike toweled the beads of moisture from his brother's skin before doing the same to himself.
Warm from the shower, Spike laid Xander in his bed before climbing in beside him. He pulled the soft, thick covers up to their chins and cuddled in as his baby brother rested his wet head on Spike's chest.
"Will?" Xander asked. He was so used to be called Spike, hearing the name only his brother used made him feel special. Smiling into the damp sable hair, Will answered, "Yeah?"
"That's what he's been doing to you, huh? That's what you've been trying to protect me from, isn't it?"
Will thought hard for a long time, trying to think of what to say to that. Finally, he settled on the truth. "Yeah, Xan. That's what I've been trying to protect you from. I'm sorry I couldn't. I'm sorry it happened."
Xander lifted his head and smiled at his brother. "I know. You've been so good to take all that for me. I know you wouldn't let him hurt me, if you could."
Will lifted his hand, letting his finger trace the younger boy's features before settling them, tangled in the thick, dark mane of Xander's hair.
"I swear, I'll never let him touch you again," Will vowed.
"I swear, I'll never let him touch you again," Xander repeated.
They sealed their agreement with a kiss, although they both knew it was a lie. To their father, they were no longer his sons, only toys to be broken to his will.
But they would make it through this all, because to each other and only each other, they were always faithful, forever true.
~~~~The End~~~~
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