Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, rape, violence, vague non graphic mentions of het sex, swearing, angst, harsh themes, mild Sub/Dom. OOC, varying chapter lengths, Unbeta'd, blatant used of movie dialogue.
Rating: NC17 Throughout
Pairing: 100% S/X
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Note1: This is Europe in 1501. Times and people were harsh. Life was cheap and plague rife. This is not a cuddly story and Spike is not a cuddly character. Some might find his treatment of Xander, questionable.
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.
Note 4: This is a human/medieval Spike and Xander expect them to behave as such.
Summary: When Prince Rupert is usurped and ousted from his city, he lays siege. He decides to use a group of wandering mercenaries led by the charismatic but dangerous Spike to supplement his army. When he goes back on his word to allow the mercenaries 24 hours free hand to loot the City unopposed, Spike plots revenge. Unfortunately it is Rupert's 18 year old, scholarly son Xander who must pay the price.
Chapter 2/26 + Epilogue
Chapter: 2/26 + Epilogue
Rating NC17 Throughout
Xander started forward after the soldiers and drew his sword, Rupert blocked him with his horse. "What do you think you're doing, boy?"
"I'm going to fight Father!" He replied brightly.
Rupert snorted. "Fighting's for fools Xander, like Spike and Angelus. You'll come with me back to the tent and wait for the bell to signal the City's fallen, then we'll ride in and take back what's rightfully ours!"
The City was in a bad way, three weeks of siege had left them low on food and water. The constant bombardment had reduced the outer walls to rubble and meant they had to move the cannon back to a less defensive position. The garrison was light and they'd only been able to hold out this long because of the stout walls and numerous cannon that defended them. Thoughts of surrender were in the mind's of the people, but when rumor reached them that Prince Rupert had brought in mercenaries all thought of surrender fled. The mercenaries would show no mercy to man, woman or child, the sparse rules of combat didn't apply to them and where they might have expected fair treatment from Captain Angelus and his men, they could expect none from mercenaries.
Every able bodied man rushed to defend the main gates to the City. Boiling oil and water were prepared, every man who could fire a bow or matchlock, wield a sword or axe manned the wall and others secreted themselves in the streets, prepared to fight with whatever weapons they could find until hope was gone.
The mercenaries led the attack taking the brunt of the casualties, behind them the foot soldiers and bringing up the rear the mounted soldiers. They hit the main gates as a single body, the impact of the soldiers and horses falling on the mercenaries forced them through the gates and they poured into the city. The fighting was fierce, cries and shrieks of wounded and dying men and horses rent the air, women and children screamed and scattered before the onslaught of the mercenaries and soldiers. Angelus abandoned his horse and directed his men on foot, bellowing orders to go left, right and forward. Spike appeared at his shoulder, his face and hands splattered with blood, his rough tunic soaked and rivulets of blood running down his sword.
"Which way Captain?" He yelled.
"Take your men left, fight your way through to the City Hall." Angelus instructed. "Five gold pieces for the man who reaches it first." The mercenaries pressed in behind Spike cheered and brandished their weapons.
Spike led his men into a seemingly deserted street, suddenly men swarmed on them from inside the houses armed with whatever weapons they could find. Spike grinned manically and swung his sword beheading one and disemboweling another; a third he impaled through the stomach, blood spraying onto his tunic. He yanked out his sword and kicked the dying man aside. In minutes the dead and dying were piled up in the street. Mercenaries entered the houses and took whatever they could carry of value. A couple pulled out women screaming and fighting and dragged them along with them. Spike strode on towards the City Hall.
Angelus fought his way up a parallel street emerging where the street crossed the one where Spike was fighting. Without looking he ran and a man brandishing a Mancatcher caught him round the neck and pushed him into the wall. He scrabbled wildly at the pole and kicked out as the spikes bit into his neck and he began to choke, a second man appeared wielding a battle axe and closed on him. Spike looked up and saw what was happening. He charged forward and ran the man with the battle axe through the chest even as he lunged at him and then turned and swung his sword lobbing the head off the man pinning Angelus to the wall.
Angelus gasped and struggled to release himself from the steel collar. Spike helped him and pulled the contraption free. Angelus rubbed his bloody neck. "I didn't see it," He rasped. " I didn't see the fucking thing." Spike grinned. "I did Captain."
"Bless you Spike," He pushed off his helmet. "your reward's in heaven."
"If it's all the same with you Captain," he wiped off his sword. " I'd rather get paid sooner."
Both men chuckled. Spike turned and ran after his men, Angelus sighed. "I'm getting too old for this game," he muttered.
Half an hour later sat comfortably in his tent Prince Rupert heard the bell toll signaling the City had fallen. Xander looked up from his drawings. "They've surrendered."
Prince Rupert's face spread into a wide smile. Father Daniel nodded. "It seems the noble Captain has won again." Rupert stood and put his arm round his son's shoulders. "Come Xander, ride with me into the City," He looked at the monk. "you too Father Daniel." The small monk nodded his ascent.
Inside the City all was chaos. People fled in front of the mercenaries, dragging with them horses, cattle and what belongings they could carry. Houses were torched and thick, black smoke drifted skyward. Lindsey caught up one pretty girl and tumbled her to the ground tearing off her bodice and pushing up her skirts. She screamed, fought, kicked and scratched as he thrust, grunting into her. Drusilla snatched off her gold earrings and pearl necklace and ran after Spike. She slung the pearls round his neck and laughed then she disappeared with the other women to ransack the houses for pretty dresses and jewels.
Xander rode with his father, Father Daniel, Angelus and an armed escort into the City. "Make way there! Out of the way!" Rupert ordered as they pushed their way through the terrified people riding toward their palace. Once safely inside, Xander went to his rooms and grimly Rupert watched from a window as his City burned. He sent for Angelus.
"They're picking me clean Angelus, those looting bastards." He turned from the window. "They're as thorough as maggots."
"You promised them Sir, did you not?" Angelus reminded him.
"That," He fixed Angelus with a cold stare. "was before the battle to spur them on. My promise to your mercenaries was a mistake."
"My mercenaries?" Angelus's jaw dropped. "May I remind you Sir I didn't want to..."
"Nevertheless," Rupert cut him off. "I want rid of them, they're the scum from all over Europe and I want them out of my City and off my lands; or soon I'll have no City, or money to give you your reward. C'mon what's more important to you Angelus? Your retirement or those mercenary rats."
"Those rats fought for you," Angelus exclaimed. "a lot of them died and they trust me to keep your word!"
Rupert smiled grimly. "Yes, that's a trust you can make good use of to get rid of them."