bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X HAU
Rating: Adult
Warning: Contains very adult content. Strong language
and sexual activity of the m/m nature.
Disclaimer: I tried to buy them but they apparently
aren't for sale so I own none of the products or characters
named in this story and make no money from it.

Summary: This story was written in response to a prompt
from jeryspringrfan who wanted to see a kindergarten teacher
Xander and a porn star Spike. Hope this story is satisfactory.

Additional notes: Along with the wonderful banner, a big thanks
to the brilliant Petxnd who encouraged me and offered plot

"Come on Mommy, get up. Today is teacher day."

Willow groaned and rolled over. Her head pounded and her
stomach churned. She felt like she had slept for a month and
not at all. She knew as soon as she fully wakened, the craving
would begin. It ruled her life. She loved it and she hated it.

"What? What time is it? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"No, cause we don't got no school today cause it's teacher day.
I told you that a bunch of times. You gotta go meet Mr. Harris.
He asked you and you said you would go."

Willow cringed at the high pitched insistent noise that rambled
on so near her ear.

"Mr. Harris. My teacher. Pleeease, Mom. You promised
you would go. I made pitchers to hang on the wall of turkeys
and all kinds of stuff for you ta see. Sides, he wants to tell ya
what a good boy I am."

Willow rolled back over and cracked one eye open, squinting
into the hopeful face of her son. She knew she was about to hurt
him one more time. Once more in a long list of hurts that would
probably not end till he finally got old enough to spit on her and walk

"I'm sorry, Honey, but Mommy is really sick this morning. I want to
go but I just can't, not today. Maybe later. I can call your Mr. Harper
and go see him some other time."

Scotty stepped back, struggling not to cry. He should have known.
It always happened this way, still, he thought just this once.
"It's Mr. Harris. Not Mr. Harper. That's o.k., Mommy. I
don't care."

Willow felt like shit. Far beyond the growing urgency for the bottle of
pills that sat beside her bed was the longing she felt to be the mother
her sweet boy deserved. It was a shame that devoured her daily.

Mustering up her last ounce of strength, Willow lifted her head as
Scotty was walking away.
"Hey, why don't you go upstairs to Uncle Will's apartment and ask
him. I'll bet he would love to go."

Scotty spun around.
"Yeah, I bet he would. Uncle Will's great. I'm gonna go ax him right

Willow rolled back over, pulling the covers over her head and muttered.
"It's the fucking least he can do."
She chose to ignore the fact that he paid all the bills and kept a roof over
their heads. She chose to ignore a lot of things.

Will strolled happily through his apartment. He had a week off
before he started filming his next picture, The Vampire's Curse,
and he planned on enjoying every minute of it.

Still dressed in a white wife beater and flannel sleep pants, he
was lounging with the morning paper and his second cup of tea
when the light pounding came on his front door.

"Uncle Will? You in there? It's me. It's Scotty."

Will's eyes lit up and he quickly set his cup and paper aside.
He rushed to the door and opened it with a big grin.
"Hey, little man. What are you doing here? Are you skipping
school? Do I need to call the truant officer?"
Will stood with his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.

Scotty laughed and ran in, flopping down on the sofa, a spot
where he spent a lot of time. Spike glanced out into the hallway.
'God damn it.' He thought. 'I've told her before about letting him
come up on the elevator alone.'

Although an upper class building in an affluent neighborhood, Will
still worried about Scotty being so independent. Preditors were
everywhere and the thought of anything happening to his boy sent
waves of fear through his body.

"Nope I don't got no school today cause it's teacher day."

Will closed the door and joined his son on the couch. Looking at the
boy, he knew one day the question of his parentage would inevitably
come up. He was the mirror image of Will. They screamed DNA.

"Teacher's day, huh. Does that mean the teachers get to color and make
pictures and go out to recess?"

Scotty threw his head back a barked out a laugh.
"No, silly. It's when Moms and Dads go see the teacher and he tells
them what a good boy I been."

Will sighed. He knew without asking that there would be one Mom not
there today. He could read it in the clear blue eyes that looked up at him.

"Hey, I've got an idea. Do you think your Mum would care if I went
today instead of her? I have all day off and don't have to go to work.
I was just wondering what I would do today and there is nothing that I
would rather do than go see where you go to school."

Scotty threw his arms around Will's neck and squeezed as hard as
he could.
"Thanks, Uncle Will. I think Mom will say that it is o.k."

Will stood up.
"Did you eat breakfast?"

Scotty shook his head.

Will held out his hand.
"Come on. I'll fix you some cereal with a banana. You can eat while
I get dressed."

Will went happily. He liked mornings like this. At home it was hard
to get his own cereal. Sometimes the milk spilled or there wasn't any
but here, Uncle Will always kept Count Chocula. Sometimes he
even pretended to be a monster. Scotty liked breakfast at Uncle Will's.

"So what time do I have to be there?"
"Mr. Harris told Mommy 10:30. Mr. Harris is real nice. You're
gonna like Mr. Harris."

Will grinned.
"So what is your teacher's name?"
"I told you! It's MR. HARRIS! Are you teasin' me, Uncle Will?"

Will lifted Scotty up onto the stool at the breakfast bar and set the
bowl of cereal down in front of him.

"I wouldn't tease you. Course if I was a monster I might bite you."
Will grabbed the boy from behind, pretending to nibble on his
neck as Scotty squirmed and laughed, cereal and milk dribbling
down his chin.

Finally, Will wiped the boy's face and made sure he had everything
he needed.
"I'm going to jump in the shower and get dressed. Why don't you hang
out here and watch t.v. while I'm gone."

Scotty just shrugged his little shoulders.
"No, I better go home. Mommy doesn't feel good and I better take
care of her."

Spike nodded sadly and headed for the bathroom.
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