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.

Andre held back, pretending to sip his cocoa slowly till the last boy and
the Master had left the kitchen. Finally, it was just he and Mrs. Gessel.

"Um, Mrs. Gessel, do you suppose it would be all right if I stick my head
in the clinic and see how that new kid is?"

Judy was pleased when the feeling of family inspired the boys to look
out for each other.

"I think that would be very nice but don't tire him out. Oh, and don't say
anything to him about you boys working. Oh, and don't mention Mr. Spike's
name. Oh, and don't....."

"Geesh, Mrs. Gessel, I just wanted to see how he was feeling."
Judy chuckled and tossed her dish towel over her shoulder as Andre let out
a snort and left the room. Heading through the lobby, Andre turned down the
hallway and paused outside the clinic door. He then rapped lightly and cracked
the door open a few inches, peeking in.


Xander had dozed off minutes earlier. His back hurt and he still had a bitch of a
headache, but if he complained, that bully of a nurse would stick another needle
in him and knock him out. Sleeping was fine, but right now, Xander wanted to
clear his mind and understand what the situation was that he was in.
He was delighted when he heard a voice in the doorway.

"Yes? I'm awake. Come in."

Andre eased in to the dim room and approached the bed side slowly. Fact was, the
boy laying there was a lot cleaner, but not much better than the broken mess he had
scooped up off the under pass. The sick room smell squiggled in his stomach and he
made a point of NOT looking at the bloody piss bag strapped to the side of the bed.


"You remember me?"

Xander tried to see through his still puffy eyes. He studied the face of the good
looking black boy and tried to remember. Nothing. He hoped the concussion
hadn't caused amnesia like it always did on the t.v. soaps.

"Sorry. No. Do I know you?"

Andre chuckled and leaned his hands on the bed rail.
"Nah, not really. I'm Andre, I was the one that brought you here."

That woke Xander up and all the questions he had buzzing about his groggy brain
suddenly seemed close to being answered.

"Oh, shit! Thanks, Man. Damn, if it weren't for you, I would probably be dead.
How the hell did you find me? Did you see who kicked the shit out of me?
Where the hell is this place? Who runs it? How many of you guys are there?
There was some little kid in here earlier, said his name was Binky or something.
How do......."

"Whoa! Wait a minute. Hell, Dude, breathe. I'm not allowed to stay long
cause Mrs. Gessel said it will tire you out. I found you cause somebody
said there was a kid beat up and I went to see. You was,so I got a taxi and
brought you here. The man that runs this place said you could stay and
Mrs. Gessel patched you up. As for the rest of us, there are nine right now
and that was Beanie you talked to. He is 18 but looks like he's 14.
Acts like it too sometimes, but he's o.k."

Xander felt a lot better. There was a normalcy and an honesty to Andre
that brought him a great deal of relief. His Vincent Price images of being
trapped and held hostage in a hidden mansion on the hill reminiscent of
Hell House were starting to fade. Besides that, Andre was really
good looking.

Xander wished he weren't such a waste. He knew he must look like shit
and even if he didn't, a nice guy like Andre wouldn't want anything to do
with a whore. The realization caused him to blush and look away.

Concerned, Andre ran a cool, soft hand over Xander's forehead brushing
the hair back. He spoke softly and wished he could make him feel better.

"Hey, you all right? You hurting? You want me to call Mrs. Gessel?"

Xander's head snapped back.
"No! No, she's too damn quick to give me a shot and knock me out."

Andre laughed.
"Yeah, that sounds like her. Look, I gotta go before she gives my ass a shot
and knocks me out."

Xander laughed too.
"If she does, I'll scoot over and you can climb in with me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xander wished they hadn't. In his present
condition, a fag whippin' would just about finish him off. Besides, he really
liked Andre and wanted to see him again, even if it was just as friends.

Andre hooted. He then, much to Xander's shock, leaned over and kissed
him on the forehead.

"Get some sleep. You are in no shape to be invitin' anybody into your bed.
Hell, you try gettin' a hard on with that fuckin' tube stuck in your dick would
probably kill you."

Xander gave a snort of relief.
"Ouch! That fuckin' hurts just to think about."

Andre gave his head one more quick peck then turned to go. Just before leaving
he turned back.

"Hey, you never did say what your name was."

"Xander. I'm Xander."

Andre nodded. He liked that. He liked Xander.
"Neat. I'll be back, Xander."

Xander smiled as big as his injured, battered face would allow and he watched
as Andre walked out of the room. He laid back and realized that he really was
tired and dozed back off.

Two steps away from the clinic, Andre was still grinning. He had answered
Xander's questions without lying to him, kind of, almost. And he had promised
to see him again. When he walked through the archway toward the lobby, he
ran into the last person he wanted to see.


Jack looked suspiciously between Andre and the clinic door.
"Who were you talking to? Who's in there?"

Andre was suddenly overwhelmed with the sure knowledge that he knew
who had beaten Xander up and why Jack was punished. Immediately, he
slammed Jack against the wall and with his face just inches from Jack's, he
used his best gang persona.

"It's none of your fuckin' business who is in there and if you go anywhere near the
clinic, I will personally tell the Master. You want another punishment?"

Jack tried to push Andre back but the blood loss and romp with Wendell had left
him weak and shaky. The best he could do was an evil stare and a clenched fist.

"Fuck you."

Andre laughed and shoved Jack aside, causing him to fall to the floor.
"Not on a good day and not with a double thick rubber."

He then flipped him off and walked away as Jack scrambled back to his feet.

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