bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Hope House

Author: BmblBee
Paring: Primarily S/X with a very minor S/OCs.
Rating: NC17 Adult Reading
Disclaimer: The Bee has no claim on any of the characters or
products named in this story and receives no profit from anything.
Warnings: Adult language, Prostitution, Violence, strong sexual
content. NOTE: All the boys working in Hope House are over
the age of 18. The Bee does not do underage!

Summary: Long after the final battle of Sunnydale, Xander is
alone, his life in shambles. Is there anywhere he can go and anyone
who can give him hope? There just might be.

As always, kudos to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.

Buffy listened to the water running in the shower and she smiled. Quickly
she pulled her nightgown off over her head, shook out her long blond hair,
and eased the bathroom door open silently. Through the fogged glass, she
could see the outline of Riley's strong back, slim waist and firm round buttocks.

She watched as he tipped his head back rinsing the soapy bubbles from his
hair and she shivered as the damp air swirled around her naked body.
Running her hand down between her legs, she could feel the juices already
starting to flow and she rubbed back and forth, stimulating herself and wetting
her nest while feeling the thick lips as she tugged them between her fingers.

Quickly, before he could object, she slipped in behind him and relaxed in the
sudden warmth of the spray of hot water they now shared.

"Hey!, Damn, Buff. I got soap in my eyes. You know I like to shower alone.
Besides, I thought we talked about this. I thought you understood......"

"Riley, don't"
Buffy's voice was whiny and her hands roamed over every part of his body.

"Please don't start. It's a beautiful night and I don't want to argue. Besides,
feel how much I want you."

Buffy took Riley's hand and guided it down her body. Resting her foot on the
side of the tub, she opened herself up and pushed his finger up into twitching
pussy, moaning and rocking against him as she did.

Against his better judgement, Riley relented as his cock hardened and his body
reacted. Sex with Buffy was the only time he was free of the oppressive weight
of the guilt and depression.

In the beginning, when he had first arrived, he thought the spark of love that he
had once had for her was still there. It had flamed high and hot and he had
gotten caught up in the passion and power of her. With his family so far away,
it was easy to pretend that he was still single and fancy free. He quickly moved
in and they played house. He soothed his discomfort by assuring that a hefty
amount was removed weekly from his paycheck and sent directly to support
those who trusted and waited on his return.

As the weeks went on, the bloom clearly faded from the rose and Riley began
to miss Sam, the wife he had left behind. He still called her and the excuses
he gave for not finishing the job and returning home became redundant.
The suspicions in her voice grew sharp and by month seven, the calls stopped
coming. By month nine, his calls to her were no longer accepted.

Now, Riley Flynn wanted to go home.

He missed his children and wanted to throw himself at Samantha's feet and beg
her forgiveness. He thought more and more of her loving eyes, her loud raucous
laugh and her warm, ready embrace. He hoped it wasn't too late.

Still, every time he broached the subject, Buffy reacted badly. She would yell,
scream, threaten suicide and sob that she was all alone in the world. Each episode
ended with the offer of sex. Sex that, with a person of the Slayer's strength,
endurance and flexibility, had become addictive. He wondered if she knew that
was the only reason he remained.
He suspected she didn't care.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes, turned her face to the glass wall and proceeded
to fuck her.

Willow hung up the phone. No listing? She wondered what that could mean.
Had Xander finally moved out of his family home? Probably, but that didn't
explain about his father. Tony Harris had lived in that same house since his
parents moved there over fifty years ago, which was probably the last time
it was cleaned.

A disquiet niggled at her and Willow again picked up the receiver and
began to dial.

"Buff? Hey it's me."

Buffy laid on her bed and watched while Riley dressed as quickly as possible.
There were no after cuddles, no kisses and no romance. Buffy could
feel him slip away and she was frantic to find a way to turn back the clock.

"Look, Wil, I'm kinda busy right now. I'll call you back....."
"Wait, Buffy, I just want to ask you something."

*pause* *heavy put upon sigh*
"Yeah, what is it?"

"I just tried to call Xander."

Willow felt like she had just been slapped in the face. Not by Buffy's dismissal
of someone who had once been a staple in their lives, but by her own.

"Xander. Our best friend. Remember!"

Buffy saw Riley grab his jacket and knew he was going out. Again. Probably
to get drunk. Something he did a lot these days. When she heard the front door
slam, she finally turned her attention to person on the other end of the line.

"Of course I remember Xander. So, how is he?"

Willow idly petted the cat curled up in her lap.

"That's just it. He wasn't there. I got a recording that said his phone was
disconnected and when I tried to find a new number, the operator said there was
none. None. It just doesn't make sense, Buff. Did he say anything the night you
talked to him? Did he say he had other plans for his future and that's why he
wouldn't come?"

"What night?"

Willow's hand stopped moving and Zipper reacted by swatting and encouraging
her to resume.

"The night we flew out. One year ago today. Remember? You said you went
to see him and he told you he didn't want to come."

Buffy was more than irritated that Willow was pressing her with this piffle when her
own world was crumbling around her. She pounded her fist into her pillow
and mentally cursed that no one understood or sympathized with her.

"Buffy? You still there? Buffy, you did go and see him that night didn't you?"

Buffy had had enough. She was still the original slayer and was sick and
tired of the lack of respect and honor she was being shone. Besides, the
past was the past and why revisit it now?

"Oh for Christ sake, Willow! You said you called him. You said he didn't
want to come. What did you expect me to do? Kiss his ass and beg?
There is nothing here for him and he knew it. What the hell could he possibly
contribute to the new Watchers Council? We don't have pizza delivery over
here, although to be honest, it might lighten things up a bit if we did. So he moved
on with his life. Good for him. It's about fucking time. What the fuck do you
want from me?"

Willow was stunned by the burning stream of venom. It seems one year
could make a hell of a difference in all of them. Still, whatever was turning Buffy
from a warm, loving friend into a cold callous bitch was less Willow's interest
that the fate of Xander Harris.

She needed to find her friend.
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